I may have had a fake childhood

Turning on the faucet, the warm water flowed down the corner of his eyes. Jupiter wiped his face, and suddenly realized that if this story was the background of Nightingale, then he was that little bird, and Song Shanglu was that king. I probably understand it, no wonder no matter whoever he says has a natural desire to obey.

Yeah, sure enough, it's not my problem, but the background world's problem.

Jupiter grinned, look, this man is really despicable, it is convenient for him to do things with such a good status.

The body was a little tired at first, and just now he broke out in a lot of cold sweat, so Jupiter flushed with water for a while, completely washing away the sticky feeling on his body.

Squinting his eyes, Jupiter turned around and slapped his hands to turn off the faucet, but even so, there was still a problem that he didn’t understand. The last time Pinocchio was obviously in a modern background like this, but the feeling at that time was not Obviously, since the appearance of Mr. Song in this world, there has been a feeling of illusory reality that is foolishly unclear.

Drying his body, he picked up the pajamas and made gestures on his body twice. Without looking, he knew that the person was almost half a size bigger than himself. The pajamas were like costumes to him. Jupiter didn’t understand anything. People who know that if you wear it, it must be a new taste, but if you don't wear it, it will be a bit ugly.

He glanced in the direction of the door, but they were all acquaintances, so there was nothing to be afraid of, he spread out his clothes and immediately began to put them on.

You are the king and you are the best, I can only listen to you.

After putting it on, I stood in front of the mirror and rolled up my sleeves to look at it. After carefully confirming that the buttons of the clothes were tight, I walked out with my head drooping, opened the door, stepped on the mat at the door of the bathroom, and stood for a while. Hui did not hear any movement, raised his head carefully and scanned the room, Song Shanglu was not there.

Where did he go? He tugged at the clothes on his body. Jupiter didn't move his feet.

While he was in doubt, he heard the sound of the door. Ju Xing turned his head instinctively and saw that the man was only wearing a white towel around his waist, and he was wiping his hair with the same white towel on his head. He was still standing at the door of the bathroom, She spread out the towel and wiped her hair carefully, looked at him and said, "There is a hair dryer in the second drawer, dry your hair before going to sleep."

"Ah? Ah."

A few drops of water slid down the texture of the man's strong chest muscles, and the sexy and deep voice pierced through the whole body like an electric current. Jupiter's face instantly turned red, and all the heat gathered on the top of his head. the bathroom.

After searching for a long time, he finally found the hair dryer.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer finally calmed his restless heart, he casually put aside the hair dryer which was not as hot as his face, held his face in both hands and looked at the person with flushed cheeks in the mirror, bit his lips and spat hard He, the one outside is his sworn enemy, how can you act so cowardly.

Facing the mirror, he bared his teeth and grinned, and made a list of more than a dozen of the man's crimes without missing a single fault, and recited them silently in his heart. When he turned on the hair dryer, a little Jupiter in a pink bubble skirt suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a pause, I heard Little Juxing's soft and waxy voice.

"But he likes you."

"If you like me, you can't just interfere with my life regardless of my wishes."

"Then do you hate him?" The pink bubble skirt stimulated Juxing's senses one after another, and thousands of words stuck in his throat in an instant. If little Juxing asked what is wrong with this man, he would be able to tell a lot, but Little Jupiter doesn't play his cards according to routine.

You ask me if I like this person who stalks me, what do you want me to say, I hate it, but it doesn’t seem to be the case, I like it, but I don’t know him yet.

And he is bad, why should I like him.

Jupiter sighed, and simply stopped blowing his hair, it was almost dry, and the noise made his head hurt.

Turn on the faucet and turn it to the middle position, the warm and cool water slipped away between the fingers, scooped up a handful of clear water and splashed it on the face, Jupiter took a deep breath, and refilled the chest cavity that had just collapsed.

This is like online dating in the second period of middle school. You obviously don’t know who the other party is, but your heart is still slowly moved by the other party’s teasing. In the final analysis, you still have too little love experience, and your heart is too loose. up.

Then what should we do now, looking at the man in the mirror with a frowning face but faint hints of spring in the corners of his eyes and brows, Ju Xing was startled, and patted his cheeks vigorously, but he still didn't suppress the redness around his eyes, on the contrary, his face became even redder I can't help but feel a little speechless, why don't you try?

Try not to talk about it, if you want to try it, you will be in a real relationship, get used to the extra person around you, get used to someone who treats you well and always think about yourself, after you get used to it, you will no longer be alone but someone Accompany me, adapt to every time something happens, the first time is not to think about carrying it by myself but to find someone to help me......

It's just that the most important question is that if you get used to someone's company, will that person disappear suddenly?

Looking at the direction of the door again, Ju Xing hesitated. Since this person can stalk him so hard, and they have passed through more than one world, if it is converted into the real world, is it several lifetimes? He hasn't been disgusted yet, does that mean he won't leave himself.

This matter is not something that can be figured out in a short while, let alone a blow-drying time.

Jupiter's hair is short, and he even dried it by himself without using a hair dryer. He has been here for a long time, and if he doesn't go out, the man might kick the door later.

Putting the hair dryer back into the drawer, Jupiter took a deep breath to cheer himself up and opened the door.

Raising his eyelids, he saw the man reclined on the bed reading documents, the headlights were on and his eyes hurt.

Jupiter moved to the bed in three steps, but he couldn't get up.

Pretending to be a tangled expression of not knowing where he was going to sleep.

The man put down the document in his hand and opened his eyelids, and just looked at him awkwardly without speaking, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which he couldn't even see without looking carefully.

Seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth, I always feel that I have been despised.

At this moment, Ju Xing didn't know what was going on in his head, he had an impulse to climb directly onto the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down next to the man, and slid down, closing his eyes as if he was dead.

It's you who want something from me, so why should I be afraid of you? If you treat me badly, then I will go directly to the next world and search for a way to return to the real world.

Song Shanglu's deep laughter suddenly came from the top of his head. The laughter made Juxing's whole body stiff, goosebumps popped up quickly, and he felt a hand on the top of his head, and the warm touch poured in along the cerebral cortex, a stream of heat Filled the whole atrium.

When Juxing was in the bathroom just now, he thought of not only this man who suddenly entangled him for no reason, but also everyone who had said more than once that he would not be left alone but still left clean in the end.

No matter who it is, they will always find all kinds of excuses when they leave. It seems that if they force them to stay by their side regardless of their wishes at that time, it will be their fault. They begged for nothing to stay, and they were just passively used to it, and they were the ones who proposed to leave, why no one considered his idea.

Under the cover of half of his face covered by the quilt, Ju Xing closed his eyes and tightly clutched the corner of Song Shanglu's clothes, before speaking softly after a while: "Mr. Song, we haven't met before."

"Well, I probably haven't seen it before." Just now, Song Shanglu seemed to be about to fall asleep when he was still in good spirits. His voice had a strong nasal sound, and his tone was softer, but it was completely gone. That tough feeling when we first met.

"Then why is it me, and..." He also talked about a lifetime of things.

Jupiter bit his lower lip tightly, he couldn't tell at this time, he was afraid that if he said it, his life would not be so long.

Mr. Song didn't speak, and he could hear a needle drop on the ground in the quiet room, only Mr. Song's gentle breathing and his own slightly rapid panting.

Ju Xing struggled to open his eyes, no wonder it was dark just now, it turned out that the bright headlights in the room had been turned off at some point, Mr. Song opened his arms to embrace himself in his arms, the meeting was peaceful, his eyelids were light Closed, as if asleep.

Focusing on his sharp-edged face for a while, Ju Xing wanted to stretch out his hand to touch his eyebrows, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted a skin-to-skin kiss. Maybe it was just a casual glance before his death in the last world. The look in his eyes is too desperate, and now when he sleeps, he sometimes dreams of the bird getting angry with him.

It's just that Mr. Song's biceps are resting under his head, and now his arms are held tightly in his arms, and he tried to pull them out carefully, Ju Xing pursed his lips for fear of waking him up, so he didn't move , slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Song, who should have fallen asleep long ago, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at Ju Xing, who was sleeping peacefully and even comfortably next to him, frowning.

He moved his numb arm a little bit, and the person in his arms actually cooperated with him and adjusted his posture. After finishing the work, he burrowed into his arms again. It was not the first time that his movements were coherent.

If Mr. Song hadn't read his information, and just investigated again, contacting this person's performance and work location, I really couldn't believe that he didn't do that kind of business.

But even if the behavior is so unreasonable, it really doesn't look like those dubious people after thinking about it.

Boss Song didn't know what was going on today, let alone why the relationship between these two people suddenly became like this. Thinking of how different he was from the past, he suddenly understood the reason for Lu Qiang's behavior. , relieved a lot.

Stretching out an arm to turn off the light, the person holding his arms in the darkness closed his eyes.

"what."

Ju Xing suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and gasped for breath, while Song Shanglu, who was already awake when he was struggling, hurriedly grabbed his arm to prevent him from accidentally bumping into it, and after securing him, he vacated a Turn on the bedside lamp.

"What's the matter?" The voice was dry and dry after waking up, but it sounded extremely dependent at night, and Jupiter was held in his arms as soon as he tilted his head.

Feeling the strong heartbeat of the person beside him, the panic gradually calmed down, and he frowned and said with some fear: "Sorry, maybe I'm not used to it because I changed places suddenly."

Struggled slightly in Song Shanglu's arms, but didn't move without breaking free. It may be that too many things have happened recently. I just dreamed of the days when I was alone in the room in high school, and my arms unconsciously hugged each other. The person who hugged him tightly, whimpered like a kitten from his nose.

Song Shanglu's body was stiff and his voice was hoarse: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Well, sort of." For me, those days were not just a nightmare, but also a Pandora's box that could never be opened. Everyone around me left me at the same time, even though I was always alone, but after those days, I don't even have a spiritual pillar.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be here in the future." Song Shanglu didn't ask him too much what the nightmare was, but just ran his hands along his hair, like comforting a frightened puppy, and murmured, "It's okay, I exist."

But the two of them had a different idea.

Mr. Song only thought that he was dreaming of those tough days when he was bullied by others, his voice was filled with endless love, his hands were gentle and smooth, as if he was afraid of irritating him or hurting him again, after all My hands are heavy.

When we met for the first time, Mingming still had a cold look, as if he would shoot an ice pick to stab someone at any time, but when he was woken up in the middle of the night, he would comfort himself softly and say that he would be by his side at any time. How many times does this man have? Look, will he stay by his side forever as he said.

His head was groggy, obviously not yet awake, Jupiter just fell asleep again under the gentle touch of the man.

It seems that after listening to his words, and feeling the temperature that he is really by his side, Jupiter's mood has stabilized a lot, and he is no longer restless or panicked just now.

When the breathing in the room gradually calmed down, Song Shanglu watched the sleeping face of the person in his arms change into a comfortable position, leaning against the head of the bed and rubbing against his arms. He had obviously entered a deep sleep again, and looked at the person quietly. A small face delicately like a mask.

He was a light sleeper, so he couldn't fall asleep now, so he leaned on the head of the bed and organized his thoughts.

He can be absolutely sure that today is the first time he sees this person in his arms. It is obviously the first time, but it seems to be deeply imprinted in his mind and heart, and he bought it when he met again. The seeds suddenly burst out of the ground, and instantly grew into towering trees.

What is even more suspicious is that he is obviously 21 years old, but when he faced himself for the first time, he showed a calmness that was different from ordinary people. Song Shanglu pinched the young man's smooth cheeks, and curled the corners of his mouth under the dim light: " Who are you, and where did you come from, could it be that you were born to deal with me?"

Song Shanglu, as the largest drug dealer in Southeast Asia, has made countless deadly enemies. Anyone who wants him to die can't fit in a pickup truck, but he can live in such a dangerous living environment until now, and still live with such a high quality. It is also enough to show that his methods are more superb and ruthless than anyone else.

No one who dared to pay attention to him has survived three days.

When he saw the young man for the first time, he had already started to investigate his information. Compared with himself, his resume was really just a blank sheet of paper, except for the pursuit of singing, which can be said to be an ordinary person. He is a human being, but he doesn't behave like a completely ordinary person in front of him.

People who are different from others are special people.

When Song Shanglu first started, he also suspected that someone deliberately placed him next to him. Almost everyone who accompanied him today wanted to curry favor with him, and the time and place were all chosen by them after a few discussions. If you want yourself to see a It's easy for people to do that, but it's not a lie that there are rumors in the Tao that I don't get along with men and women. Even if I want to put people by my side, I won't use this method. It's much more reliable to cultivate a capable assistant.

And this move is either a sign of bad acting skills or a bad brain.

Pressing the slightly sore corners of the eyes with two fingers, pinching the tall bridge of the nose, Song Shanglu hugged the waist of the man in his arms, and slowly slid down to smell the scent of the mint body wash on the young man, which he obviously used I usually use it, but it smells very good when it comes out of the young man.

"No matter who you are, no matter what you come for, since you are here, you can only belong to me."

The voice in the dark was a little low, even lazy, but the inevitability and determination between Song Shanglu's brows could not be ignored at all.

Slightly pursing his lips, feeling a burst of warm moisture from his eyelids, Ju Xing twisted his body and unconsciously turned around to hug the man, a voice came out of his mouth: "Don't go, stay with me."

Song Shanglu frowned, his face suddenly darkened, his hands tightly grasped the young man's waist, his fingers seemed to be embedded in his flesh, he looked down and saw the young man's frowning brows and slightly painful twisted face did not let go, the new A sense of tyranny emerged spontaneously. According to the information, the young man had never had close contact with anyone, so who was it for when he said don't go.

It can't be for myself who met for the first time.

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