flammable relationship

Zhou Ao stroked his hair back with both hands, leaned over with his thighs up and waved at Fu Yiheng, the excitement of wanting to share a little secret with others was mixed in his coquettish bag, Fu Yiheng pointed to his ears to show his ears to listen carefully, Zhou Ao put it down He cleared his throat, and said frankly that he fell in love with the little boss of this store.

"People are wild and beautiful, tsk, a natural born stunner!"

"Oh." Fu Yiheng did not even lift his head, he sketched on the menu.

Zhou Ao was dissatisfied: "Tsk, why is the reaction so cold? It's rare for me to confide my heart to you once."

"Rare?" Fu Yiheng twirled the pen, scratched out all the signature dishes, and tapped his head with the tip of the pen, "I'll talk about it after you think it over."

Thinking of the embarrassing incident, Zhou Ao immediately opened his eyes: "Oh, it doesn't count if you were drunk that time! Don't keep holding on to that shit, bro, you don't want to lose face?"

Fu Yiheng held a smirk: "I didn't say that. And you change your goals every three days, one is Mr. Tony who cuts hair today, and the other is a gold medal private trainer in the gym tomorrow. The wolf is crying too much , who is serious?"

"Is there?" Zhou Aohun seemed to have lost his memory, smacked his lips, and reluctantly admitted, "It's all right, if you don't talk to the teacher, you will spare me. Don't make trouble, this time I'm telling you to be serious, and you don't want it That kind of decency."

Fu Yiheng let out a yo, reluctantly becoming interested in listening to gossip: "Tell me, how did you meet your lord?"

"Hey, that's really fate." Zhou Ao stroked his chin, falling into pink memories, "On the day I returned to China, I invited all of you friends to drink. Do you remember? I went to the bathroom on the way."

"Yeah. I remember."

When mentioning that time, Fu Yiheng inevitably thought of Wei Ran, the bad boy was still selling fake alcohol in gay bars, electronic music, dance floors, and decadent beautiful boys, now thinking about it seems like a lifetime away.

Zhou Ao didn't notice that the only listener was distracted, and continued: "Guess what? When I came out of the toilet, I bumped into this little boss having a passionate sex with someone. I'm not passing by. I thought it was a public place, people She's also very good-looking, and she's so offensive, so I just said something bad."

Fu Yiheng was a little curious: "What did you say?"

"Don't mention this, we are still good brothers." Zhou Ao covered his eyes and put on a cowardly expression of remorse, "Anyway, I also drank too much at the time, and it's normal for me to talk nonsense without closing the door. Under normal circumstances, who A drunkard who can't walk steadily has the general knowledge, but the little boss is not an ordinary person, he has a strong temper, and he punched me when he came up, which stunned me."

"and then?"

"Then..." Zhou Ao sneered, his shoulders shrugged violently, "I pressed him against the toilet door and kissed him! Hahahahahaha! You didn't see his expression, like he swallowed a whole company of flies, So fucking exciting!"

Fu Yiheng: "..."

There are so many slots, but this is indeed something this brother can do.

Then the direction of the plot is very fantasy, Zhou Aoqiang kissed someone else, ran towards the disgusting person, licked his lips after the end, unexpectedly felt that the taste was not bad, just kissed the little boss next to him, and now he just watched The man in the cuckold who was pressed and kissed gave a thumbs up. The man looked like he had seen a ghost, and his mouth was so wide open that he could stuff an entire egg.Zhou Ao also teased him that he was worthless, and raised his trousers to leave in a cool manner, but before he could walk out of the corridor, he was blocked by several accomplices of the small boss.

According to Zhou Ao's description, those guys are all 1.9 meters tall, burly bodyguards with a weight of [-] catties and the kind who wear sunglasses.Several people set up Zhou Ao like a chicken, and led him into a booth, where he was kicked out after at least two bottles of foreign wine.

Fu Yiheng's forehead twitched, and he was done thinking, this brother met a big shot this time, and fell down.

At the same time, he was thinking, no wonder Zhou Ao fell asleep all day the next day, and was still lingering at his house at night, and unfortunately bumped into Jin Chen who came to pick up his luggage.

Zhou Ao knew what he was thinking in his heart, and responded with a confessed expression, his voice was lowered: "To tell you the truth, I suspect that the kid's real career may run counter to socialist values."

Fu Yiheng also lowered his volume: "Then you are still recklessly posting it? Are you looking for death?"

"I can't help it. Once the fire of love is ignited, it can't be controlled. As long as I don't see anyone for two days, my heart will be smoky and uncomfortable." Zhou Ao held his head dejectedly, waved his hand, Ordered a few bottles of Erguotou.

"I came here by car, and I will probably have to send you back later, so I won't drink." Fu Yiheng handed the menu to the waiter.

"No, you have to drink with me today, if I get drunk you leave me here and don't pay for the meal." Zhou Ao gritted his back molars, "I don't believe it, how long can he hide from me! "

Fu Yiheng reckoned that this brother was dazzled by love, and was afraid that he would do something shocking to the world later, so he agreed, thinking that someone would drink with him, so he could hold it down and not drink too much.

Three quarters of an hour later, Teacher Fu felt that he was thinking too much.

People just come here to get drunk and play, it doesn't matter if there is someone to drink with or not, they pour themselves wine, pour it however they want, until they drink until their eyes are straight, and their face is as red as a monkey's butt.

"Ah, this shitty love, why is it so hard?"

When the wine was on the rise, Young Master Zhou began to improvise and compose a poem.

"You are the star in the sky, the moon in the lake, and the wildest dog in my heart."

The diners around cast caring and friendly glances and held back their smiles.

Fu Yiheng leaned on his cheeks, his eyes were sullen, and he wanted to smash the head of this coquettish dog pretending to be crazy.

Zhou Ao pinched the tips of his ears and narrowed his eyes: "Old Fu, you don't seem to be in a good mood. Have you encountered something lately? Are you bothered? Say it out—let me have fun, hahahahahaha!"

"roll."

Fu Yiheng ignored him, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, the spicy wine grabbed the taste buds aggressively, cut his throat like a blade, and the corners of his mouth were pulled apart, he hissed.

In fact, these two people sat at a table facing each other, which seemed quite disharmonious to outsiders.

Zhou Ao is currently in a white-hot stage of love, don't worry about whether he can finally catch up with him, as far as his posture is concerned, whether he is showing his heart or doing these obsessive, crazy and stupid things with a faceless face, it is all up to him. On the bright side, he didn't hide or hide, he just handed out his heart so straightforwardly, "Do you love it or not, anyway, I will give it", so he is in a warm and open state.On the other hand, Fu Yiheng is closed and introverted. He seems to be imprisoned by invisible shackles. He is more than gentle and calm, but he is not living enough for his true temperament.

Zhou Ao was just playing a poor tongue, but he didn't expect the other party to open his mouth.

"Recently... there is a child." Fu Yiheng's voice drifted over.

Yo, there is some news!

Zhou Aoqiang cheered up, sat up straight, and took out a piece of yellow throat from the fiery red pot: "Hi, kid, don't you just like young and tender ones, what do you say that the habit of taking care of others is the dominant position in the relationship .By the way, didn’t you reject me at the beginning because you thought I was too old, so it’s not your style, haha.”

Mentioning the past of those old sesame seeds and rotten millet, Zhou Ao kept rolling his eyes, and kept praising himself: "No, you open your eyes and look carefully, brother, this childlike face, ah, isn't it, so tender It can squeeze out water! If you don’t believe me, touch it, don’t be nervous, I won’t charge you.”

Fu Yiheng smiled wryly: "It's not what you think."

"What's that like?"

Zhou Ao raised his eyelids and took a serious look at him, and his men started cooking the mutton again.

This is already the fifth plate of mutton he has cooked.

Fu Yiheng guarded half of his pot with clear soup and little water, stared at the vegetable leaves floating up and down in the pot for a long while, and then said calmly: "This kid is a student in my class."

"?!" Zhou Ao almost bit his own tongue while chewing the mutton, and threw away his chopsticks, "Damn, underage?"

Fu Yiheng counted the days: "There is still one more month to be eighteen."

Zhou Ao maintained the facial expression with his cheeks bulging out, and was silent for a while, and when the taste subsided, he slowly continued to chew the mutton in his mouth.

The table was lively because of his noise, but now it was quiet because of his silence.

Fu Yiheng sat there, doing whatever he wanted, neither salty nor bland, his muffled voice was a typical example of death, just looking at it made him angry!

"Little brother, you can't do this, you." Zhou Ao lifted up his sleeves, changed his expression from a serious and serious face, "It really can't be like this, high school, teachers and students get together, if this gets out , do you still want this job?"

"Say it, it's not what you think..."

"Don't pretend in front of me, we have known each other for ten years, I can tell at a glance whether your words are true or not, pretending to be a fart, are you tired?" Zhou Ao poured his wine glass on the table After letting go, interrupt him, "Let's not talk about work, you don't care anyway. Let's just take that kid and say, according to you, he's only seventeen! God, seventeen, I'm seventeen What did you know when you were young? What kind of love? Isn’t love just a joke? If you are a bit dull, at that age, you can’t even argue that you like men and women. How dare you tell him What kind of target, Fu Yiheng, are you short-hearted? Besides, even if a child is really sincere at the moment, when he goes to college and enters the society, he will have a lot of experience in the world of flowers, and he has dealt with everyone , Chuxin? I’ve fucking forgotten about it! Well, that Jin Chen from before was a painful lesson. Going out of the country is like becoming a human being. You can’t fall into the same sewer twice, brother, it doesn’t hurt enough Is it? Is it because you fall down and can’t get up to have a long memory?”

A long section of saliva flying everywhere, the words are rough but not rough.

Fu Yiheng wiped his face and explained feebly: "No, listen to me first..."

"If you don't listen, treat me as a fart if you don't, and listen to my persuasion if you don't, and stop me if you're halfway through! Waiter, have another plate of hot-boiled mutton!"

I have to say that Zhou Shao usually looks like a fool, but in fact he is the one who understands life the most.

When he was full with wine and food, and the boiled mutton finally bottomed out, Fu Yiheng looked at the two almost-cooked vegetables in the pot, and then replied in a low voice: "I know what you said."

……

Despite restraint and restraint, after a meal, Fu Yiheng still didn't drink less, but he didn't completely drink too much, and was slightly tipsy.

As for Zhou Ao, I don’t know if he is really drunk or pretending to be drunk. He just stays at the front desk and refuses to leave. He insists on getting the cashier girl to contact the owner of the hot pot restaurant quickly before he is willing to pay the bill. He forcefully pushed Fu Yiheng, who was standing on one side, out.

Brother, if you pursue true love, you still have to make a fortune.

Fu Yiheng was kind, pretending that he couldn't understand the look in the cashier girl's eyes asking for help, called a substitute driver without any psychological burden, and slipped away.

The evening self-study in the city was dismissed at 09:30, Fu Yiheng asked the driver to drive faster, hurry up, and it was past ten o'clock when he got home.

After getting out of the car and paying the fee, the voice-activated light in the corridor was not on when I got out of the elevator.

Fu Yiheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Wei Ran had stayed there and hadn't come back yet.

As a result, when he was about to walk to the door of his house, he saw a dark figure sitting on the ground, with his neck stretched out and his head raised, his back leaning against the door. A faint red light flickered inside.

Fu Yiheng frowned, and approached quickly, just about to ask why he didn't call him to ask the password of the electronic lock, when he lowered his head, he found the boy's eyes were closed, earphones were plugged in, his brows were furrowed into raised peaks, no There was no sound, and no sound of approaching footsteps was noticed.

Must be asleep.

The tile floor is so cold, sleeping like this should catch a cold.

Fu Yiheng squatted down, wanting to take off Wei Ran's earphones to wake him up, get up and go to the house to sleep well.As a result, the hand reached out halfway, stopped, and pressed it towards the young man's frowning eyebrows.At this time, the voice-activated light above the head did not know whether it was a convulsion or that it was time to turn on, and it suddenly turned on.

I was caught off guard.

Teacher Fu felt more guilty than ever before, and he trembled as if waking up from a dream. Before he could withdraw his hand, Wei Ran opened his eyes and stared at him blankly.

Bright lights make everything invisible.

A crystal drop of liquid water fell from the red eye socket without any warning, dripped on Fu Yiheng's protruding wrist bone, and burned crazily.

Fu Yiheng's breathing was stagnant.