After the divorce, he was entangled by the little wolf dog

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Fu Huizhou likes the feeling of being hugged. After the divorce, he wakes up every morning in the state of being trapped in the quilt.For him, the main purpose of the quilt is not to cover it, but to hold it.

But dead things are not as good as living people, and the heat source lying in front of him has a natural attraction to him. At that moment, he hardly thought about who the person in front of him was. He only saw a generous chest, suitable for hugging.

He let go of the thumb that had been clenched in his hand for a long time, stretched out his hand, and touched the chest of the person opposite him with his fingertips. His greedy fingertips twirled around the buttons of that person's pajamas, and his cheeks blushed.

The troublesome hand was caught, "Stop playing, it's early morning, go to bed."

When the hoarse voice came, Fu Huizhou was very disappointed.The man couldn't understand his hint, he felt aggrieved, and hugged the quilt piled up on his chest tightly.

Qiao Zhuo thought he was finally going to sleep, leaving only a small night light beside the bed.

It didn't take long before the suppressed sobbing sounded in his ears, and he quickly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Fu Huizhou was holding the quilt between his legs, and his arms were holding on to the quilt, his face was buried in the top of the quilt, and his thin back was trembling.

Qiao Zhuo didn't know that whenever Fu Huizhou returned to his room, he had to rely on those messy recordings to fall asleep, so he was obsessed with spending time with Qiao Zhuo before going to bed, trying to find some peace of mind and brew some drowsiness.

But it's useless, as long as they are separated, even if Qiao Zhuo is next door, he can't bear the feeling of emptiness.

Either give him excitement, or give him company, it is best to give him a hug.

He doesn't say anything, vents his emotions after drunk, willfully dissatisfied with companionship, and begs for others to give him a little warmth like a beggar.

Fu Huizhou has thousands of shackles, age, experience, and responsibility, so he can't be willful.

But drunks can.

Qiao Zhuo moved over, instinctively allowing him to hug the crying person into his arms, he and Fu Huizhou threw aside the quilt that was in the way, Fu Huizhou's wet side face was stuck to him through the thin pajamas chest.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying again?"

Qiao Zhuo wasn't too flustered. Some people fell asleep after being drunk, and some laughed and called others after being drunk.The last time Fu Huizhou cried when he was drunk, maybe crying was just a normal reaction of Fu Huizhou when he was drunk.

He rubbed Fu Huizhou's head and let him rest on his arm. The alcohol-smelling breath hit his chest, penetrated into the skin, and woke up his heart.

"You are all bad guys...brought me, why throw it away..."

Fu Huizhou's voice was muffled in his arms, the alcohol burned his mouth sticky, and the words he spit out were hard to hear.He stretched his arms around Qiao Zhuo's waist, it didn't matter, Qiao Zhuo came back to him again, he could forgive Qiao Zhuo.

The two-way hug shortened the distance between the two, and the pajamas shifted during the rubbing, and Qiao Zhuo lowered his head to see Fu Huizhou's fair neck and a small piece of back behind him.

Can't you get tanned while working in outdoor scenic spots?

He wants to know, he cannot know.

"Brother, what are you talking about, speak louder, okay?"

"Um…"

The breathing felt in his chest became more and more stable, but his breathing became more and more chaotic. He thought that Fu Huizhou was a lively person, otherwise he would think his heartbeat was too loud.

The person in his arms gradually fell asleep, and occasionally rubbed against his chest to change into a more comfortable position.

He was really hard to bear, he thought maybe he was the one who got drunk tonight, his whole body was burning red hot, and his heart beating frequency became abnormal.

He looked at the white skin in front of him, and at his red palm, and finally he just tapped his fingertips on Fu Huizhou's spine that was protruding due to weight loss.

The warm and cool skin is the source of the heart fire, directly colliding with the source, Qiao Zhuo heard the sound of his own heartbeat exploding in his ears.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he quietly told Fu Huizhou, brother, my heart opened a bonfire party for you.

The midday light broke in and fell directly on the bed.The air conditioner in sleep mode was no longer working. Fu Huizhou had a strange dream, holding the heater in front of him, and chasing the wind and snow behind him.

The dull pain in his temple woke him up, and he spent a few seconds to figure out the current situation, and then a few seconds to feel whether he was drunk or not.

Qiao Zhuo's arm was only around his waist, under his head, and he wrapped around Qiao Zhuo like an octopus, and the pajamas on Qiao Zhuo's chest were all crumpled by him.

He sat up with a blank expression, and Qiao Zhuo also woke up during the movement.He touched his nose and didn't know how to speak, but Qiao Zhuo fiddled with the phone twice as if he had expected it, and then handed it to him.

On the screen of the mobile phone was a video recording pause interface, Fu Huizhou took it over and clicked on it, seeing his pitiful tearful eyes, he was ashamed to ask Qiao Zhuo to go to bed and stay with him.

He was very embarrassed watching the video. He thought that his expression must be distorted and wonderful, so he quickly paused the video, threw the phone back, and buried his face in his palm instantly.

"Why do you listen to drunkards..."

Qiao Zhuo rubbed his eyes and sat up, with a hoarse voice that just got up, "Drunkards are too difficult to deal with, and they can also act like a baby and lose their temper. I can't handle it—"

"Shut up!"

Fu Huizhou's face was hot, and he ran to the bed, looked at the time and ran to the bathroom, before closing the door, he was still muttering that he would never drink alcohol in the future.

Fu Huizhou cleaned himself up in the bathroom, regretting that he drank too much and lost his composure in front of his juniors.

After building up his mind, he opened the door and went back to the bedroom, sat back on the bed and kicked Qiao Zhuo lightly, and said seriously, "Go wash up and give me your phone."

He was just ruthless, he was too embarrassed just now, and his habit of avoiding made him turn around and run away. After washing up, he wanted to watch that video again.

Qiao Zhuo pretended not to see his forced calm, unlocked the phone and handed it to him, and went back to the guest room to wash up.

Fu Huizhou watched Qiao Zhuo leave the door, then focused his attention on the phone screen, found the video and clicked on it.

In the video, he not only cried for someone to accompany him, but also had to say that he was lying on the ground, not a bed under him, but the ground...

If embarrassment could take form, he guessed there should be three vertical lines hanging from his head, or a drop of sweat.

He stared at the screen of his mobile phone, when a WeChat message came in suddenly: Surprise!Homosexual disease is devastating, and countless families...

This news was too outrageous, he naturally thought that it was Qiao Zhuo's friend joking with Qiao Zhuo, so he did not take it seriously.

But what he didn't see was that the message came from "Mom".

He didn't have time to take care of those, but he was embarrassed to lose face in front of Qiao Zhuo again. Originally, he couldn't hold up the airs of an elder and superior, and he repeatedly showed an unreliable image in front of Qiao Zhuo, and he relied too much on him in life. Yu Qiao Zhuo helped.

What interns to bring, let Director Qiao take interns Fu.

He raised his hand to straighten his messy hair, and lay down on the bed with a big face until Qiao Zhuo came in.

"Do you have a headache?" Qiao Zhuo put the honey water on the bedside table, and sat on the side of the bed.

Fu Huizhou moved over to drink water, and put the phone back into Qiao Zhuo's hand by the way, "I will never get drunk in front of you again, forget about last night!"

"Did you delete the video?" Qiao Zhuo said while passing the paper to Fu Huizhou to wipe his mouth, with a regretful expression, "It's a pity to delete it, it's quite cute."

"Not deleted." Fu Huizhou intuited that Qiao Zhuo's words were becoming more and more insipid, so he bent his knee and pressed Qiao Zhuo's lower back, "You are becoming more and more dishonest, who is cute, I am already 28 what nonsense..."

The hangover's body was weak, and it seemed to be rubbing against Qiao Zhuo's back waist. Qiao Zhuo pressed his leg with his hands behind his back, "You are getting dishonest with your leg. You have hit me several times. Oh, Director Fu is gentle in front of you." Like water, going home and physically punishing the interns behind their backs, it's so frustrating—"

"You're so talkative!" Fu Huizhou pushed him with all his strength, the bones collided with each other and there was a muffled sound. He felt embarrassed, so he stretched out his hand to rub Qiao Zhuo.

"It's okay, if you don't mind, I will keep the video." Qiao Zhuo smiled, "Mr. Fu Huizhou, even at the age of 82, you can still be cute."

The author says:

I am writing my own article, I think drunkenness can let go of emotions, I think a person has the right to show weakness even at the age of 38.

Some people like it, and some people don't like it. I don't need to think about those people who don't like it. After seeing this, I believe that you have the same preferences as me.

I will continue to write articles according to my ideas, thank you

(The Harmony comment section you see is all the result of my complaints in the middle of the night [crying])