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When Li Yang ran to the entrance of the theater, Fu Juehan just came out.

As soon as the door was opened, the strong smell of tobacco came over his face, Fu Juehan's complexion was ashen, his eyes were red, and his brows were furrowed as if he was trying to suppress something.

He was holding the door with one hand, and the other was hanging down to squeeze the cigarette. The scarlet sparks flashed in the darkness, and the thick white smoke flowed and flowed between his lips.

"Brother Han, your cigarettes are going to burn your hands."

Fu Juehan didn't even look at it, he crushed his finger and directly extinguished the spark.

"Tell me something." His voice was so hoarse that it seemed that every word was in pain.

"Ah, it was just now," Li Yang stammered unconsciously, "Just now I heard something crowing upstairs, and I thought a chicken had flown into the house, but when it was over, I went upstairs and found that it seemed...it seemed to be the young master is crying."

But now it looks like the boss is about to cry...

Fu Juehan raised his legs and strode out, Li Yang hurriedly followed, and when the person in front stopped, he was caught off guard and almost bumped into him.

Fu Juehan turned his head and asked, "Is it smelly?"

"Ah? Ah..." Realizing that he was asking about the smell of smoke, Li Yang said honestly, "It's a bit big."

Fu Juehan pulled up the hem of the vest, bowed his back, took off the vest from his head, and threw it onto the handrail of the stairs.

"Stop following me."

"Don't you need me to go?" Li Yang looked eagerly, thinking that I'm afraid that you two will cry at each other like a new daughter-in-law.

"Sleep your sleep."

Meng Yi was still crying when Fu Juehan entered, no wonder Li Yang was exaggerating, this battle was indeed like a cry, the cry was loud.

He smothered himself on the pillow and rolled over in his sleep. He lay on the quilt with his butt pouted, like a piggy on the ground. Because the ground was too hard to move, he was so wronged that he burst into tears.

The picture was originally quite funny, but Fu Juehan couldn't laugh at all, he was so hurt that his heart was about to break.

He didn't find any other clothes, so he just sat on the head of the bed with his upper body naked, and he didn't wake him up after yelling twice, so Fu Juehan could only put his hands between his face and the pillow.

Touched the warm tears.

"Wake up," he turned the person over, "stop dreaming."

It's okay if you don't turn it over, but it's even more pitiful if you look at the front.

The smothered Xiaoyuan's face was covered with tears, the tip of her nose and the end of her eyes were so red from crying, she was originally a wronged look with drooping eyelids, but now her eyes are closed and her eyes are twitching from crying. He punched Fu Juehan in the heart.

A scalding fire burned from the throat to the nasal cavity.

Meng Yi was awakened by his patting, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, the two bags of tears in his eyes flowed out again, but the loud cry disappeared instantly.

It's like a little robot with a button pressed, and it quickly switches from unwanted poor guy to cool guy mode.

"Who are you?" He pretended to be cool with tears in his eyes.

Fu Juehan raised his hand to wipe his tears and said, "I am Fu Juehan."

As if still in a dream, Meng Yi asked in a daze, "Who is Fu Juehan?"

"It's you--"

The word "Brother" was stuck in his throat, but Fu Juehan suddenly lost the confidence to let it out, he could only forcefully hook his lips, "I drool all over the pillow, now I don't know who I am anymore?"

Meng Yi blinked, not sure if he recognized him, raised his hand and threw the crying pillow off the bed, then turned around thinking it was cool, "Go, I'm going to sleep."

Grimness is a trick to mask grief, and he's clearly learned it.

Fu Juehan didn't expose him, just quietly accompanied him, and when he fell asleep again, he leaned over and moved his arms across his shoulders to his cheeks, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Meng Xiang said that he didn't understand why Meng Yi would forget Fu Juehan alone, after all, he was his favorite brother.

But Fu Juehan knew it well, because he was his all hope that night, and his elder brother, whom he had liked for two years, was unwilling to stop him before he jumped into the pit.

Since there will be no redemption anyway, it's better to pretend it never happened.

"Xiaobao," he murmured in a hoarse voice, "Brother is late..."

As if he had a conditioned reflex to the word "Brother", the sleeping person suddenly trembled, and suddenly held his hand.

"I'm sorry bro...I shouldn't have gone to the river..."

After sleeping until noon, Meng Yi was woken up by urinating.

It was suffocated and hot, and I wanted to turn over but couldn't turn over. It seemed that I had become a roast sausage, being pressed by volcanic rocks.

He muttered and raised his head, rubbing his head, and opened his eyes suddenly after feeling the warmth.

What caught my eye was the man's plump, bulging wheat-colored muscles, his strong arms pressed against his shoulders, and there was even an obvious blue vein bulging on the side near the elbow.

It's almost as thick as his two arms!

What the fuck is going on here?

He raised his head with staring eyes, only then did he see that not only his shoulders, but also his whole body was held under Fu Juehan's body, with his arms pressing down on his neck, and his thighs riding on his waist.

The key is that Fu Juehan hasn't put on his shirt yet!

"Damn it!" Meng Yi became angry immediately, and kicked him off, "What the hell did you do to me!"

Fu Juehan was kicked awake, and he frowned slightly slowly, his voice mixed with the laziness of a man who woke up in the morning: "What's wrong..."

"What's wrong? What the hell are you talking about!"

He jumped off the bed and rode on Fu Juehan, grabbed the man's neck and shook, vowing to seek an explanation for himself.

"Bastard, don't pretend to be dead, explain to me clearly, why are we lying on the same bed, and you still cuddle—uh!"

Before he finished speaking, his buttocks were forced to lift up. Fu Juehan suddenly bent his legs, raised his hips, and circled his arms. Meng Yi slid down his thighs and landed on his chest.

"I said, it's me who should be wronged."

Fu Juehan shook the back of his neck from side to side, his voice was low and hoarse: "Little silly Douer, now you are riding me, do you think I am your horse or your Ducati?"

"Fuck! I, I..."

I didn't say anything for a long time, and he didn't realize that his cheeks were flushed now, and his whole body seemed to have a high fever.

Not only was he knocked unconscious by the familiar woody fragrance, but before he could hold back his hands on Fu Juehan's hard abdominal muscles, a wave of heat was inexplicably aroused in his body.

What is riding a horse, what is going on with this man talking?

Did he do this on purpose?

Meng Yi stretched his abdominal muscles to get up, and didn't care how ambiguous his current posture was, he was going to argue with others with a tigerish face.

"Don't change the subject, I obviously walked with Chen Lin after drinking yesterday, why, I ran to your bed..."

"I really don't remember?"

Fu Juehan clamped his waist with one hand, and put his other hand behind his head, looking quite enjoying himself, "Yesterday you were drunk and crazy, and refused to leave at the door of Regal, your brother's bodyguard came to pick you up, remember how Did you say that?"

The alarm bells in Meng Yi's heart rang loudly, and the secret path was terrible. Although he had forgotten all about last night, he knew too well what virtue it was to be drunk.

Guilty swallowed his saliva: "How do you say?"

Fu Juehan raised his lips, raised his eyes and gave a smile, "You said, the bodyguard is too annoying, you want to come with me, and you begged me—"

"Please what!" Meng Yi's eyes widened.

Fu Juehan was stunned for two seconds, and the image of Meng Yi begging him to let him go home with blurred eyes appeared in his mind last night, and he turned his head to cover up his emotions: "Please don't throw you by the side of the road."

Meng rolled his eyes, that's it?

He thought he had done such a shameless thing, after all, every time he touched Fu Juehan, his brain short-circuited inexplicably.

"That's because I mistook you for my brother's bodyguard." He rubbed his nose, and suddenly remembered the arm that was holding him just now, "Then just now! Why are you! Why... like that I......"

He originally wanted to say hug or cuddle, but it always seemed awkward for two big men to hug each other with their mouths open, but he didn't know that it was even more awkward for others to see him blushing like this.

So cute.

Fu Juehan smiled, raised his eyelids and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Damn!" Meng Yi frowned, "Don't ask me what you know!"

Fu Juehan teased him on purpose, and said, "Last night you vomited as soon as you entered the door, and you still didn't let go after messing with me. It was too late and I didn't want to make a fuss, so I just slept here."

In fact, he kept crying when he was sleeping and waking up. Fu Juehan was worried, so he lay beside him through the quilt to accompany him. In the middle of the night, he even applied wet wipes to his eyes. Walnut.

Eyelashes flickered twice, Meng Yi pouted: "All right."

The reason is barely acceptable, and besides, it doesn't matter if it's all men wearing clothes and sleeping on the same bed overnight.

Fu Juehan didn't move the whole time, and let him ride, and only stretched out his arms to protect him when he was playing too lively.

The person on the body is acting like a hopping cat at the moment, with a savage look, not half as obedient as it was when it was nestled in his arms last night, making people want to cry when they see it.

Fu Juehan rubbed his chin, thinking of the "woof" he yelled last night when he was dizzy, his heart skipped a beat, and sooner or later he would wake up and yell again.

Just thinking about it, Meng Yi suddenly leaned over and pointed at him, "I warn you, don't talk about our affairs! Do you know!"

Fu Juehan stared at his face for a while, raised his eyebrows and said: "Our business, what is our business?"

What else can I do!The thing about sleeping together!

Why does this person like to ask questions knowingly, Meng Yi gouged him out, the red eyes added a bit of inexplicable meaning, as if he was complaining.

Fu Juehan's teeth itch.

He didn't answer any more, Meng Yi glanced down and realized how ambiguous their posture was, and immediately felt that the connected parts of their bodies were extremely hot.

He stood up in a hurry, but his legs became numb after riding for too long, and he sat down straight when his legs softened.

Fu Juehan got up to help him, one up and one down, Meng Yi just sat between Fu Juehan's laps.

At the same time, the sensor door of the bedroom suddenly opened automatically, and Li Yang was outside with breakfast and a bag of oranges, "Hey squeezed orange juice, do you want to—"

The word "drink" stuck in his throat, and Li Yang's expression was like a chicken feather stuck in his throat.

fuck fuck fuck!

A plant is planted three times in a row.

What a fart, the oranges are fucking let them ride!

Compared to Meng Yi who blushed and danced anxiously, and acted as if he had a guilty conscience when nothing happened, Fu Juehan was obviously much calmer.

He held Meng Yi's ankle with one hand, supported his shoulder with the other, lifted him up like a chicken and put him on the bed, pulled the quilt over him, and told him very naturally: "Lie down and go again." Take a shower, turn the hot water to the left."

Then he took a black vest from the closet and put it on, walked to the door and asked Li Yang, "What did you buy?"

Meng Yi huddled under the quilt in a daze, and could hear words such as "beef rice noodles", "osmanthus rice cake", "casserole porridge", and Fu Juehan seemed to ask if it was spicy.

Forgot whether it was half a year or a year ago when he had breakfast last time, he reached under the quilt and touched his waist, where Fu Juehan had been pinching it just now, it seemed that the warm touch of that hand was still on the skin.

It's not that he didn't notice the intimate posture of the two, he didn't want to hide.

Fu Juehan's attitude is really too natural.

It was so natural that it seemed to be the case, so he didn't feel how horrified it was to wake up early in the morning from the bed of a "stranger" who had only met twice, and even subconsciously followed the other's arrangement.

Stripping away the attraction of Fu Juehan's mature man's strength and sense of security, Meng Yi could clearly feel a trace of familiarity.

But why is it familiar?Have you seen it before?

He pursed his lips, admitting unwillingly: he still lacks love too much.

Before taking a bath, Fu Juehan sent him two sets of clothes for him to pick and wear. At that time, Meng Yi was going to the bathroom, and he didn't turn his head, only let out an "ang" sound.

But he didn't expect Fu Juehan to come in directly, "Do you want to help?"

The sound of rushing water stopped instantly, talking and urinating are two actions that cannot be done at the same time in Meng Yi's place, he held back with a dark face, and said angrily: "No need, it's not like I can't blow. Whistle."

I completely forgot what I was blowing in the bar last night. To put it bluntly, listening to that piss had a fork.

Taking advantage of him not using the bathroom, Fu Juehan went in first to quickly brush his teeth and wash his face, and when he applied shaving cream on his chin, he told him: "Don't stay up late, don't be greedy for cold, warm your hands before going to the toilet, and take less medicine."

Meng Yi blushed when he heard this, and his heart was bubbling with shame, letting a big man teach him... Well, this is too fucking embarrassing!

But he managed to hold on, and teased, "Mr. Fu seems to be quite experienced."

With a flick of his finger, a few drops of blood immediately fainted from the place where the razor was scraped.

Fu Juehan stared at the mirror and remained silent for two seconds, then said, "I have experience, I've brought one before—"

He paused, as if considering his words.

Meng Yi asked through the frosted door before he continued: "I took care of a child who was in poor health and struggled to pee. He always cried for me."

Meng Yi held his own things and carefully wiped the paper around, thinking how could there be a child with the same illness as me, how pitiful.

But when he thought about the feeling of being held by Fu Juehan from behind in the bathroom of the bar last night, he felt that this child was really lucky that Fu Juehan could handle him from childhood.

"That kid is your younger brother." He asked casually with a raised voice.

"No."

Fu Juehan came out after washing, and wiped the shaving cream on his face.

My heart aroused a little wandering: it's my wife.

The author says:

Brother Han, if you have the ability to speak out directly.

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