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Fu Juehan thought of the little silly Douer whom he pressed on the hood and spanked his ass that night. He shed so many tears, he still listened to him and obediently reported the number.

"Does it look familiar?" He teased maliciously, "You've been lying down before."

Meng Yan's eyes were full of fog, and he nodded slowly, saying that he looked familiar.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his own motorcycle key from his butt pocket, pushed Fu Juehan's arm away, and strode to the front of the car with the same hands and feet.

Holding the motorcycle key, he stabbed violently at the small round hole under the door handle of Gust.

He still thought, why doesn't his car look familiar?

Li Yang: "..."

Fu Juehan: "..."

The three present were silent for two, Fu Juehan looked helpless, while Li Yang was amused and distressed, "Hiss, brother Han, don't you care? Just let him stab it like this? This car was just brought in last month. Don't get stabbed again."

Fu Juehan didn't even look at him, "With his little strength, he can stab anything."

"Hey hey hey hey~~ This is my pet."

Li Yang winked and made a strange sound: "This person is different from other people, I accidentally rubbed the front of the car two days ago, and you directly deducted two months' salary from me! Now it's the young master, so huh huh You don't care, hey, brother, are you still worried that the car will hit his hand?"

Fu Juehan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked to Meng Yi's side.

The little drunk couldn't help driving, so he was anxious to do so. He put his hands together, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the car door, frowning and shouting aggressively: "Open Sesame!"

Unable to hold back, Fu Juehan laughed out loud, "Are you stupid?"

Meng Yi didn't seem to hear it, and after all threats were unsuccessful, he raised his legs and stepped on the roof of the car, completely treating the car as his motorcycle.

Fu Juehan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he quickly pressed his leg, opened the car door and pushed the person in, Li Yang gleefully turned over and went to the driver's seat.

Meng Yi's wine quality was erratic, and when he was crazy, he dared to drag Chen Lin to run naked in the street. When he was quiet, he was like a sleepy child, with his forehead pressed against the seat in front of him, and his eyes closed, so obedient.

Fu Juehan saw him from head to toe, his eyes gliding over every corner of his body inch by inch.

The shoulders are straight, the waist is very thin, the skin is fair, the legs...the legs are wrapped in pajamas, the length is unknown, and the hair is soft and curly.

He heard people say that children grow up being blown by the wind, and they will change their appearance after a few days. Unfortunately, he has been absent from the gust of wind for too many years, and the child who was rolling around in his arms has already appeared in a serious manner. Became a teenager.

"Do you have a headache?"

"Hmm...it hurts..."

There was no cure for the pain, Fu Juehan rubbed his palms to warm them up, and rubbed back and forth lightly on his forehead and temples on both sides.

Meng Yi squinted his eyes in comfort, and made two unexplained grunts from his throat, like a small animal snoring.

Fu Juehan laughed, "Why do you look like a puppy."

Meng Yi rubbed his palm, "Wang..."

This is too good.

Fu Juehan couldn't hold back and sat closer to him, and saw that his legs were spread apart, his hands were fisted on the seat between his legs, and he was staring at the front without blinking, like a puppy sitting upright.

"Keep your legs together," he tapped on the man's knee, "don't stray like that."

Meng Yi turned his head in a daze, "Put your legs together... how can you ride a motorcycle?"

Well, I thought it was on my own motorcycle.

"But why are you side by side with me..." Meng Yi looked at him and said very softly, "Isn't my motorcycle without a sidecar..."

How could he be so drunk? Fu Juehan smiled with his shoulders trembling slightly, and pretended to say: "What if there is no sidecar? Will you take me?"

"That won't work...Motorcycles can't take people..."

Knowing the rules, Fu Juehan nodded in satisfaction, and made things difficult for him: "Then throw me by the side of the road? You didn't mean to follow me tonight."

Meng Yi was also in trouble, and his brows were wrinkled in worry, "Otherwise you should run behind me..."

Listening to their conversation, Li Yang almost died of laughter, "Brother Han, the young master told you to go down and run, what's the matter, should I stop?"

Fu Juehan patted him angrily, "What an ancestor, you are the only one who dares to say such things to me."

He was thrown from the head, and he heard the person next to him say: "Little heartless, are you really willing to let me go down and run?"

Meng Yi thought why I was reluctant to part with it, but since everyone else had said that, he was reluctant to part with it, so he blinked his eyes twice, "Then I will ride slowly... okay?"

"Pfft hahahaha——" Li Yang laughed so hard that he almost threw himself on the steering wheel, especially when he saw Fu Juehan, who was dressed in a black windbreaker and tall and tall, and the yellow-skinned electric mouse who was a head shorter from the rearview mirror. The weird picture of children sitting together talking to chickens and ducks, the more you think about it, the more amusing it becomes.

The car phone rang suddenly, and Li Yang glanced at it, "Brother Han, it's Meng Xiang, should I transfer it to you?"

"En." Fu Juehan pressed the Bluetooth headset twice.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a roar: "Fu Juehan! You abducted my brother? Are you still shameless?"

"He's been targeted, it's safest to go back with me."

"Safe ass! It's the most dangerous to follow you! Hurry up and send it back to me!"

The wheel ran over a small stone, and Meng Yi swayed with the car, Fu Juehan quickly raised his hand to grab his shoulder.

"I won't come back tonight, just stay at my place for two days." It was not a tone of discussion at all.

Meng Xiang laughed angrily, "What are you playing with you, you pervert? Playing house? He doesn't remember you at all! Can't you fucking slow down?"

He roared so loudly that the whole car could hear it. Li Yang watched Fu Juehan's eyes dim from the rearview mirror, and his jaw line was tightly closed, as if he was gritting his teeth.

Meng Yi got impatient with the noise, "Why are there ducks..."

"Is it my brother?" Meng Xiang was anxious, "Let him answer the phone!"

Meng Yi was still a little dazed when the earphones were plugged in, and he subconsciously grabbed Fu Juehan's hand that was fiddling with his ear. The warm palm was moist, a circle smaller than Fu Juehan's big hand, but it was so ironed that people didn't want to twitch. come out.

"Hello," Meng Yiting said politely, "Who are you?"

Meng thought: "I am your brother."

Meng Yi didn't quite understand, "Who are you?"

"I am your brother."

Meng Yi thought this person was crazy, "Who are you brother?"

"I am your brother!"

"Who am I?"

"You are my fucking brother!"

Meng Yi suddenly realized: "Oh, good brother."

"Damn," Meng Xiang broke the defense: "Meng Baoer! You are quite capable!"

"Brother?" He recognized the person now, "How many times have I told you not to call me by my nickname outside, don't be ashamed..."

"Do you still know how to be ashamed? Look at what you have done!" Xiaoying gasped

Meng Yi was stunned, "How do you know that I came out to fight in the middle of the night? Chen Lin told you? Impossible..."

Meng Xiang sneered, "Thank you. I didn't know it at first, but now I know it. I thought you just accidentally caused trouble. I didn't expect that Young Master Meng is so powerful that he goes out and fights with people. Do you need me to find a gang to let you in?" .”

Meng Yizheng felt guilty, and when he heard the word "Young Master Meng", his eyes got wet again, and his forehead slapped back to the back of the chair.

"It's not Young Master Meng..."

He spoke in a very low voice, as if he had been wronged but couldn't find anyone to complain, so he could only talk to himself, "Uncle won't let me go back, when it's my birthday..."

There was silence in the earphones for a while, and he replied, "Then wait for the second half of the year."

"If you don't let it go in the second half of the year, or next year, then you won't go back, brother...can you help me—"

"No." He was interrupted before he finished speaking, "Meng Yi, you know I can't decide this matter."

Blinking his eyes blankly, Meng Yi nodded after a long time, "Oh..." His throat seemed to be choked by cotton, and he suppressed something hard.

Although he was so drunk that his brain short-circuited and his thinking was running very slowly, he was extremely sensitive to certain words. For example, when his brother called his name suddenly and seriously, it meant that the warmth between them was temporarily over.

Fu Juehan frowned when he heard this, and looked sideways at the child who had completely languished, his cheeks were flushed, he didn't act wild or spoiled, but he was indescribably pitiful.

Fu Juehan thought that if he was really a cat, he would bury his hairy head in his short feet at this moment, shrinking into a quiet ball.

There was another silence in the headset, and no one spoke again. Fu Juehan was about to end the call when Meng Yi suddenly called out, "Brother."

He mustered up his breath, but it was still difficult when he spoke: "Do you...don't want me to go back..."

"You guys, don't you do this...it's not good..."

He scratched the back of the front seat, speaking in a hurry and messy, and because he was drunk and couldn't organize his words, he appeared weaker: "I have to go back, brother, please help me talk to my uncle, let me go back and see my mother, Any day, I haven't seen her in a year, she'll miss me too..."

"Miss you?"

An obvious sarcasm passed through the eardrums, and Meng Yi's fingers froze, like a small animal that was caught off guard by someone close to him, and suddenly froze.

"What does she want about you? Thinking about you screaming in nightmares, or thinking about you talking nonsense, or thinking about you—"

"Meng Xiang!" Fu Juehan called him sharply, "Don't go crazy."

The heart-piercing words stopped abruptly, Meng Yihong moved his lips with red eyes, his shoulders slumped, and those weak "obsessions" didn't dare to speak anymore.

"I'm sorry..." He squeezed his fingers, "I shouldn't make things difficult for you..."

The person on the phone also realized that he had lost his composure, and cursed in frustration, but ignored him, and said to Fu Juehan, "Hang up, take him to your place."

Meng Yi understood that this meant that his brother would not be able to return, so his voice became even softer: "Okay."

The joyful atmosphere was quickly replaced by depression, and the loss spread from Meng Yi's head like mist in a humidifier.

He himself became the source of the steam, with his head down, leaning against the back of the chair, staring blankly at his feet, shrinking himself into a small ball.

Like a puppy who squatted at the door and waited for a long time for its owner to come home, it was kicked far away when it rushed forward full of joy.

Fu Juehan saw that he quickly raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and at the same time his shoulders trembled slightly, and even the little curl on his head became aggrieved, but he never made a sound.

It was different from crying until the sky was shaking that day, but Fu Juehan was sure that it was the same reason that caused the grief - the adopted child was not allowed to go home.

It could have been a year ago, or it could have been... a long time ago, when I was very young.

If it was the latter... Fu Juehan didn't dare to think about how a stupid kid who couldn't even speak well could survive alone in a foreign country.

He took off his earphones and quickly went through the few memories in his head.

Although it is an adopted child, the whole Meng family dotes on this younger brother very much, especially Meng Xiang, who has been a role model since childhood .

but now......

What happened to him in the past few years...

The familiar woody fragrance lingered to the tip of the nose, the wide and warm palm covered the eyes, and the rough callus was facing the right eyeball.

"I didn't cry..." Meng Yi sniffed, pinched his fingertips and wrists with two hands, moved his hands up, and placed them on his forehead.

"You can do whatever you want, no one here will laugh at you." Fu Juehan twitched the corners of his lips, "I think you won't be ashamed of me."

Xu was embarrassed enough when he first met him, and Xu was Fu Juehan's obvious connivance to him. Meng Yi, who earned two to five to eighty thousand yuan on weekdays, inexplicably took off his disguise frequently in front of a person who had only met twice, and acted recklessly.

He knew that he had been in need of love for a long time, and was so lonely that he was afraid, holding Fu Juehan's hand, and wiped his tears on his palm like a muddy one, and was stopped when he tried to rub his nose up.

"Hey, why do you look like a rascal." Fu Juehan took out a piece of paper, pinched the tip of his nose, "Blow."

He closed his eyes and blew violently, the sound was as loud as an elephant snorting, and the paper was blown away by him.

Only then did Meng Yi realize how shy he was, blushing and secretly looking at him, Fu Juehan threw the paper and scratched the tip of his nose, "Little ancestor, no one despises you."

Li Yang was overjoyed when he heard it, he really didn't know how Fu Juehan recruited such a treasure, he turned the steering wheel and made strange noises frequently: "Ouch~~ I also have a cold and my nose is blocked, why no one handed it to me?" A piece of paper."

Meng Yi felt embarrassed, lowered his head and changed the subject abruptly.

"Your hand is also very big." He clenched his hand into a fist and placed it in the palm of the person, "a circle bigger than me..."

"also?"

"Ang." Meng Yiweng said in a low voice, "My brother has big hands and can wrap mine. My father and mother are both older than me. I have the smallest hands in the whole family, and they are still fleshy. They used to always Squeeze my hand to play."

He paused, exhaled, his voice sounded very lonely: "No one is playing now..."

In the next second, the fist was wrapped in warmth, and the wide palm that had spanked his ass and held his thing held his whole hand into the palm this time.

Fu Juehan didn't say a word, just looked at him, his indulgent eyes seemed to give him the greatest degree of acquiescence.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yi suddenly pushed his hand away, turned his upper body and leaned towards him, and the not-so-heavy smell of alcohol sprayed on his Adam's apple in an instant.

"Do you want to play?" He narrowed his almond eyes and his voice was hoarse.

Fu Juehan was stunned for a moment, his breathing was a little messed up, his body pressed down as the person on him leaned closer, but his palms grabbed the back of the front seat heavily.

"Speak..." Meng Yi was dissatisfied with his silence, and asked again with a raised voice, "Do you want to?"

There was a sudden silence between the square inches, and the evening wind and the noise were too deaf.

Fu Juehan's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and it took a lot of effort to hold back his hands and cover his face. His smooth skin was blushing, the tails of his eyes were slightly drooping, and moist, as if he was in love, and he stepped on Fu Juehan's face crisply. On the nerves of Juichan.

"I--"

A single sound was about to be blurted out, but his mouth was covered suddenly, Meng Yi's sticky voice was like a cat meowing: "No, think I'm stupid."

After saying that, the kitten lay on his chest, bit the top button of the windbreaker, and licked it, "You don't want to play with your hands at all..."

"You want to play with me."

The author says:

Then will you give it to him, Bao'er?