Years of love

Yan Qi was sitting in the VIP private room, watching a few thick-skinned people next to him connect Hu Weixuan's arms, screaming and screaming, which made him very irritable.

"Hiss..." Yan Qi frowned. He only felt a little pain under his eyes when he was drinking alcohol. He didn't know where the stroke was just now. There was a long cut horizontally under the eyes and parallel to the lower eyelid.

Will it be disfigured?

"It's okay, this kind of minor injury won't disfigure." Ajie said while wiping him with alcohol.

Yan Qi looked at him, and for a moment he couldn't help but wonder if Ajie had special abilities.

Hu Weixuan's injury was healed soon. There is a door inside the VIP room, which is a storage room. There are everything in the storage room, most of which are medicines, bottles of various sizes, and even broken bones. The fixed splint used.

"You don't need to go to the hospital, you'll be fine in a month." Although Ajie was talking to Hu Weixuan, he didn't stop moving his hands, and kept looking at Yan Qi.

Yan Qi didn't look at him, he lowered his eyes and pinched his phone in a daze, even when Hu Weixuan yelled at him angrily when he left, he didn't hear the specific content clearly.

Phone is broken.Yan Qi tried to press the power button, but there was no response.

The white screen was painful to the touch, and the thought of having to explain it to Zhou Luo when I got home later made me feel irritable again. I shook my head forward and poked the cotton swab soaked in alcohol into my eyes. .

"Fuck." Yan Qi tilted his head back and looked at Ajie.

"Can you stop moving?" Ajie was a little impatient.

"Stop wiping." Yan Qi moved his hand away: "I have to think about it, please let me be quiet for a while."

Ajie put away the alcohol and put it in the medical box. The person next to him put the box back into the storage room with great insight, and closed the door behind him when he left the room.

Yan Qi sat on the sofa repeatedly touching the phone, his mind was in a mess, he sighed several times, but he couldn't think of any reason to convince Zhou Luo that he didn't fight and the phone wasn't damaged because of the fight.

After about 20 minutes, Yan Qi sat up straight and decided to break the can, and honestly explained the process, starting from where he bought the octopus balls.

He doesn't like to lie in front of Zhou Luo, it will make him feel guilty for Zhou Luo's trust in him.

As soon as Yan Qi patted his thigh, he made up his mind. When he got up, he realized that there was someone beside him, so he jumped to the door in fright.

Yan Qi looked at Ajie: "You didn't go out just now?"

"No." Ajie also looked at him: "This was originally my lounge."

Yan Qi nodded, pointing to the wound on his face: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ajie smiled: "I've always wanted to ask you."

"Huh?" Yan Qi raised his eyebrows.

"You have a deep affection for your brother." Ajie said.

Yan Qi put the phone back in his pocket. He didn't want to answer this sentence at first, but he still felt that he should be a little polite. After all, he just treated his wound and solved Hu Weixuan's big trouble. He reluctantly said concisely: "Yeah."

"Aren't you..." Ajie looked at the row of white wine glasses on the coffee table: "Like your brother?"

Yan Qi didn't speak, and didn't respond, just stood motionless at the door.

"Your tattoo is beautiful." Ajie picked up a white wine glass and took a sip, his eyes shaking a little.

"Why is there always a row of white wine in your lounge, what kind of hobby." Yan Qi asked when he opened the door.

Seeing that Ajie didn't answer, Yan Qi didn't have much patience to wait for him, so he directly closed the door.

Ajie raised Erlang's legs, propped his neck against the back of the sofa, and smiled helplessly while pinching the white wine glass in his hand.

It's not time for dinner, Zhou Luo should still be off work, Yan Qi got out of the taxi and looked at the door of the publishing house in front of him, never felt that this door was so magnificent.

Step by step, he walked towards the second floor with his head down, greeting people all the way with a dull head, without looking up at them, not caring whether he was decent or not, and when he reached the office door, he suddenly felt a little out of breath. .

He took out his phone and looked at it again, closed his eyes, and put it back in his pocket.

Knock on the door, open it, and see Zhou Luo.

Yan Qi found that after seeing Zhou Luo, he felt guilty and couldn't stand up.

Zhou Luo was furiously writing and signing more than a dozen documents. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at Yan Qi. Before his habitual smile appeared, the tip of his pen froze, and his gaze, which was about to move away, looked back again, and it was Staring at him very seriously.

"Fighted?" Zhou Luo's voice lowered.

Yan Qi pinched the phone in his trouser pocket, and gave a very small "hmm".

"Come here." Zhou Luo covered the pen cap, leaned back on the swivel chair, and turned his body to Yan Qi.

Yan Qi walked over with his mouth pursed, stood in front of him with his head lowered, and before Zhou Luo could open his mouth, he shook off the ins and outs of the matter.

Zhou Luo stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

Yan Qi raised his head in surprise, not understanding what he said that made his brother laugh so happily.

"I've wanted to change your mobile phone for a long time." Zhou Luo took his hand to check the injury on his hand, then supported his head and turned it left and right, checked it carefully, and sighed He said in a tone: "It's not that I haven't beaten that brat before. He is better at fighting than before? It actually made you lose the lottery."

Yan Qi also laughed when he heard this: "Brother, are you not angry?"

"Don't be angry." Zhou Luo held his waist and looked up at him: "I'm just worried. You didn't get hurt anywhere before, but now you have so many small injuries all over your body."

"It doesn't hurt." Yan Qi supported Zhou Luo's shoulders with both hands: "Brother, I don't hurt."

Zhou Luo smiled: "Go and sit on the sofa for a while, we will leave after I sign the documents."

"Yeah." Yan Qi rubbed his nose: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"After buying the mobile phone, let's eat outside." Zhou Luo continued to check the content of the contract with his head down, and then signed on the column of Party B.

Yan Qi was a little excited, sitting on the sofa very restlessly shaking his right leg. After shaking for a while, he was afraid that the muscles of the two legs would be uneven. He always liked to shake his right leg, and then changed to shaking his left leg.

I was just excited, I used a lot of energy when shaking my legs, and the soles of my shoes knocked on the ground.

The bedside lights were not even on in the bedroom.

Yan Qi put his and Zhou Luo's phones together, and pressed the screen to turn on.

It was the first time he noticed that Zhou Luo's screen saver was his own tattoo, and it was very beautiful. It should have been taken while he was asleep. Yan Qi didn't have pajamas with a very low neckline, so he couldn't see the entire tattoo composition. The edge of the collar, Zhou Luo should have patted his collar with his hand, thinking of this action, Yan Qi felt a little hot on his face.

Zhou Luogang bought him an identical mobile phone, it was so big that he couldn't hold it in one hand, Yan Qi was very excited to put on the tempered film, bought a transparent silicone case, and carefully touched its golden edges.

When he turned on Zhou Luo's phone again, Yan Qi thought about it and planned to try the power-on password.

Generally, the power-on password will be the birthday or the last six digits of the bank card. Yan Qi doesn't know his birthday, he has never passed it once, and he doesn't have a bank card or ID card.Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little lost. He felt that Zhou Luo should have no use for his numbers.

He lost Zhou Luo's birthday.

wrong.

Yan Qi frowned. He stared at his tattoo on his phone and thought for a long time, but he remembered a day.

But this day should not be particularly remembered by Zhou Luo. For a person like Zhou Luo who has a birthday, a bank card, and an ID card, and still has such status and status, there are too many commemorative numbers. Even if Yan Qi was him, he would have to think hard about which one to use when setting up the password.

Yan Qi puffed his cheeks, but still tried the only important day for him.

When he saw the full screen of the app, he didn't even retract his index finger, and his heartbeat was half a beat away from the opened screen.

It was the day they first met.

It was the day when Yan Qi fell from the second floor and Zhou Luo caught him steadily.

Yan Qifei frowned quickly, his nose sore.

After taking a shower, Zhou Luo dried her hair in the living room, hung the wet towel on the hanger and put it on the balcony rod to dry, turned off the headlight in the outer room, and walked into the bedroom softly.

He found that Yan Qi hadn't turned on the bedside lamp, so he called him softly.

Yan Qi slid down the screen from bottom to top, turned on the flashlight, and illuminated the path under Zhou Luo's feet, staring at the white light circle on the ground getting closer and closer to him, and the feet in the light circle were slowly walking towards him, Yan Qi suddenly felt a little romantic.

It was very hot in the room in summer, the towel was thrown to the feet, neither of them intended to cover it, Zhou Luo directly used it to pad his feet, and touched Yan Qi next to him in the dark.

"What are you thinking?" Zhou Luo asked.

"I miss you." Yan Qi turned on the screen, clicked on Zhou Luo's photo album, and carefully flipped through the pictures one by one.

There are a lot of pictures in the album, roughly divided into two parts, one part is various book covers and contracts, and the other part is content related to Yan Qi.

There are report cards, cooking, playing drums, ice skating, etc., and a picture of drumsticks.There are only three or four videos, all about Yan Qi's training and performance.

Yan Qi put his phone on the bedside table, grabbed Zhou Luo's hand and put it near his mouth for a kiss.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Luo smiled.

"Reward." Yan Qi kissed again.

"What's the reward?" Zhou Luo asked with a smile.

"I guessed your phone lock screen password correctly." Yan Qi shook his hand: "I'll reward myself."

Zhou Luo turned sideways and rubbed his hair.

Yan Qi stared at the ceiling for a while, and after hearing Zhou Luo's steady breathing, he turned his head to look at him.

After adapting to the darkness, the eyes felt that the facial features of the person in front of him became more and more handsome in the dim light.

Yan Qi reached out and touched the center of his brow, then slid down the bridge of the nose a little bit, and finally touched his lips.

Soft, although I kissed it once like a superficial touch, but I didn't have time to feel its texture.

Yan Qi pointed several times with his index finger and raised the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, I like you." Yan Qi whispered.

"I've liked you since I was very young." Yan Qi looked at Zhou Luo's eyebrows, listened to his breathing, and squeezed his hand tightly, "Do you like me?"

After Yan Qi said this, he felt ashamed and panicked, and slapped his face with the hand that was empty at the side.

Zhou Luo laughed suddenly, Yan Qi's waving hands back and forth stopped suddenly, and his whole body froze.

Zhou Luo didn't fall asleep.

Yan Qi listened to his own heartbeat, like the beat of a drum, and Zhou Luo could always easily induce an unsteady heartbeat.

Zhou Luo stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Qi into his arms, tightly and tightly.

Yan Qi stayed in his arms for a while, then asked softly, "Is it hot?"

"A little bit." Zhou Luo rubbed his hair, groped on the bedside table for a long time, and found the remote control of the air conditioner: "Let's turn it on for a while."

"Will it be cold?" Yan Qi asked again.

Zhou Luo thought for a while, hooked the quilt at the end of the bed with his foot, and spread it to cover him and Yan Qi.

"Is it still cold?" Zhou Luo asked.

"Cold." Yan Qi replied with a smile.

Knowing that he was acting like a baby, Zhou Luo hugged him even tighter.

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