He is from a fighting nation

Wu Liang stood at the door, feeling cold - the world is not worth it.

"Let's go, let's go to the property." Wu Liang has been struggling in the workplace for many years. He thinks that he is invulnerable with copper skin and iron bones.

Wu Liang took two steps slowly, and found that Zhou Xiangwan hadn't followed. Looking back, he was very speechless.

But the tall and burly Zhou Xiangwan turned his back to him, bent over and arched his back, brought his eyes to the cat's eyes, and remained motionless, as if possessed by a demon.

"What are you doing……"

Zhou Xiangwan: "Is your iris lock broken?"

"I open the door with the key."

In 2029 A.D., electronic locks are widely used. Except for beggars, few people use keys to open the door.Zhou Xiangwan turned around, gave him a sad look, and said, "Do you live in a garbage building?"

"Follow up..." Wu Liang dragged his sore stomach, and stepped out of the elevator with the only slipper left.

Zhou Xiangwan followed him step by step, and said, "I'll carry you."

"No need." Wu Liang paused, "It's just a normal stomachache."

Zhou Xiangwan persisted: "Carry you, hug you, choose one."

Wu Liang: "..." When he thought that Zhou Xiangwan might rush over and hug the princess regardless, he felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at the picture, and goose bumps all over his body instantly stood up.

Wu Liang pondered for a moment, then ran away, Zhou Xiangwan was taken aback for a moment, let out a happy cry, and rushed to catch up.

Wu Liang unleashed his lifelong potential, lowered his head and charged forward, but before he could run more than 200 meters, he was caught by Zhou Xiangwan.

"I've caught you!" Zhou Xiangwan hugged Wu Liang in the gentle breeze, mixed with the scent of gardenia, his eyes sparkled, "It's my turn!"

Zhou Xiangwan kicked off his shoes two or three times, forced Wu Liang to put them on, swept forward more than ten meters like a wild dog, turned around and opened his arms, jumped a few times excitedly and said: "Come and catch me, hurry! "

Wu Liang: "..."

Wu Liang took heavy steps, and with a heavy heart, he made a heavy voice: "Run to that road...the property is over there."

Zhou Xiangwan is well versed in the game of back and forth. He releases the water like opening a gate to release a flood. After running a few steps, he turns back to stab Wu Liang. After being caught, he is very happy and wants to jump around with Wu Liang in his arms. Go, Wu Liang was so frightened that he fled away in a panic.

In this way, the two of you chased me, I chased you, Zhou Xiangwan ran barefoot, steaming and happy, Wu Liang carried a slipper and panted like an old dog, and finally came to the property department.

As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard the security man pointing at Zhou Xiangwan and yelling, "It's him! It's him! The one who drives the Ferrari!"

It turns out that Wu Liang's community is not something anyone can enter casually. Zhou Xiangwan drove all the way, hit the bluetooth bar at the door, beat up three security guards, and Qian Meng stayed low. Tens of thousands were barely enough.

"Mr. Wu, how did you do this...Who is he?"

Wu Liang smiled, took the spare key, and said, "A friend, he's drunk."

Zhou Xiangwan snorted: "Friend? I'm obviously you..."

Wu Liang didn't know what Zhou Xiangwan was going to say, but an ominous premonition welled up in his heart, so he quickly covered his mouth and said, "Shut up."

The security guard looked strange, and whispered: "He said he was here to catch rape. Where's his wife?"

Wu Liang: "..."

Taking the key and walking on the road, Zhou Xiangwan was still full of energy. He patted Wu Liang on the back and said, "You should run first this time, I like to chase you!"

Wu Liang really couldn't run this time, his stomach hurt so much, he just wanted to go home and lie down.I looked around and found that there were few people. After a fierce psychological struggle, I gave up resistance, "You won, you can carry me."

"Okay." Zhou Xiangwan was a little disappointed at first, but soon became excited, and half knelt down with his back to Wu Liang, "Come up!"

How should I put it, Wu Liang had never been carried on his back before. When he lay down on his stomach, his body was so tense that his body went stiff. He didn't know where to put his hands or how to put his legs.

Zhou Xiangwan supported Wu Liang's thigh to stand up and pushed up, Wu Liang was so frightened that he hugged Zhou Xiangwan's neck.

Zhou Xiangwan stood and walked steadily step by step, then stopped suddenly, and said slowly, "Which way are you going?"

Wu Liang pointed out the direction and asked, "What did you want to say just now, what are you to me?"

Zhou Xiangwan thought for a while, jumped forward a few times, walked briskly, and spoke briskly, and said loudly, "I am your little angel!"

Wu Liang: "..." silently slapped his hand, and under the bewildered gaze of a few passers-by, he tightly covered his face.

After much tossing, the two finally returned home, and Zhou Xiangwan yawned—"I want to sleep."

Wu Liang was quite moved, opened the door of the guest room, and said, "The toiletries are in the first cabinet on the right."

Zhou Xiangwan rolled on the bed a few times and lay still. Wu Liang felt relieved, took a quick shower, wrapped himself in a towel and opened the bedroom door.

A second later, Wu Liang froze all over, and truly realized what a critical attack from Siberia's evil forces is.

Simple interior decoration, a snow-white bed, a snow-white quilt, sitting cross-legged in the middle is Zhou Xiangwan with piercing eyes, and, not wearing an inch of hair, is naked.

Wu Liang stared wide-eyed, his psychological gap bounced a thousand miles away in an instant, and his mentality collapsed—why did he appear again? !

"What are you doing here? Zhou Xiangwan, don't challenge my bottom line! My patience has a limit."

Zhou Xiangwan remained indifferent, with his thumb twisting his index finger, as if making a gesture of care with his fingers, he beckoned to Wu Liangshen mysteriously: "Come and see."

Wu Liang breathed a sigh of relief, leaned closer to Zhou Xiangwan's finger, and said bluntly, "What are you looking at? There is nothing."

"Take a closer look."

Wu Liang squinted his eyes and saw a short hair against the light, and said, "What? Princess Pea, you can't have a single hair on your bed? Will this hair pierce your delicate skin? "

Zhou Xiangwan said in a deep voice, "Your hair is soft and black. I have long hair. This hair is curly, thick and forked. It's not yours, nor mine!"

Whose it is is self-evident.

Wu Liang couldn't bear to sleep in the same bed with others, he would feel extremely anxious, and also had a strong sense of discomfort from being violated in his private domain, and often couldn't close his eyes all night.Therefore, he never slept with Du Feng. Du Feng usually slept in the guest room, which was why Du Feng often quarreled with him. However, no matter how noisy, Wu Liang would never accept others sleeping in his bed!

"How dare you let me sleep on the same bed that a scumbag used to lie on?! It's so dirty." Zhou Xiangwan snorted and lay down, "I want to sleep on your bed."

Wu Liang's emotions accumulated all night reached a critical point, and the evil fire burst into flames immediately.

"You sleep on the sofa,"

Wu Liang took Zhou Xiangwan's arm and pulled it out forcefully, "Go to sleep on the sofa! Or sleep on the floor!"

"No, your sofa is so short, there's no room for my legs! The floor is still hard!" Zhou Xiangwan pulled the quilt and rolled it up, and a fluffy head popped out, twisting and turning on the bed, playing tricks : "I want to sleep here! I want to sleep here!"

After such a roll, something happened—Zhou Xiangwan tore off the towel around Wu Liang's waist!

At that moment, the two naked people in the bedroom stared wide-eyed, relatively speechless, and fell into a strange dead silence.

After a while, Zhou Xiangwan's Adam's apple twitched, he stood up suddenly, and whispered, "I don't want to sleep anymore, I want to sleep with you."

Wu Liang took a step back and leaned his back against the closet. If he had hair, his whole body would explode. He pointed at Zhou Xiangwan and shouted: "Don't move, you dare to move! If I dare to move, I will chop you up!" "

Zhou Xiangwan blinked aggrievedly, and said, "I dare not move. I dare not move."

Wu Liang opened the closet, dodged to hide in it, rustled a few times, and popped out a few clothes from the closet, and said in a muffled voice, "If you don't want me to call the police, put it on."

Zhou Xiangwan put on the light yellow SpongeBob pajamas slowly. The sleeves were a bit short and the back was stretched too tight. He said dissatisfiedly, "It's so small."

Wu Liang hid in the closet, his voice was still muffled, "It's not small! You think it's because the underwear is just bought!"

"I didn't wear underwear at first." Zhou Xiangwan picked up the boxer briefs with his fingers, stared at them for a while, with disgust on his face.

"Ugly. I don't wear them."

Wu Liang gritted his teeth and said, "...you wear it for me."

Zhou Xiangwan pursed his lips, put on his underwear clumsily, stretched them into a stretched shape, and said, "It's too tight."

"Are you dressed yet?"

Zhou Xiangwan obediently put on the striped pajama pants with a short leg, and said, "It's ready."

Wu Liang got dressed in the dark, only to find that he was wearing the wrong clothes when he came out. The top was gray and white stripes, and the bottom was bright yellow SpongeBob SquarePants pajama pants, which looked nondescript. Sleep on the sofa."

Zhou Xiangwan's eyes brightened, "Then can I sleep with you?"

"Zhou Xiangwan, are you pretending to be drunk? How can anyone be so energetic when drunk?"

Wu Liang's eyes turned red with anger, and he trembled, "I'm going to burn this bed right now, tonight, none of us will want to sleep!"

"Lawless, shameless, boring, vexatious!"

Zhou Xiangwan's lips moved, his face was confused.

"Insane, unreasonable, insane!"

Although Zhou Xiangwan couldn't understand a word, he knew that Wu Liang was scolding him. He looked at Wu Liang's face blankly, and felt that Wu Liang wanted to pursue symmetry even when cursing, and the way he scolded in rhyme was very charming.

"Where is the lighter! I put it on the cabinet!"

Zhou Xiangwan hugged the quilt on the bed, squinted his eyes, opened his mouth to speak a few times but was blocked.

Wu Liang rummaged through the room, and suddenly found a square gray box on the bedside table, with a thick ribbon tied on it, and the golden silk thread on it could be seen glinting dimly under the light.

"What's this?!"

"Oh, this. I wanted to say it just now, but you were too excited." Zhou Xiangwan moved to the side of the box, untied the bow, and opened the lid.

A scent of chocolate and bitterness lingered at the tip of the nose. Under the desk lamp, there was a small square cake with a crystal-clear, branch-like candle inserted on it.

The cake was the size of the palms of two adult men. The background color was sapphire blue, mottled yellow, and the pattern was distorted and chaotic. Wu Liang recognized it at a glance. It was Van Gogh's starry sky. grace.

"Snapped."

Zhou Xiangwan raised his hand to turn off the light, and the room was plunged into darkness, only the dark red indicator light on the air conditioner could be seen.

Suddenly, there was a click, it was the sound of a lighter, and a pinch of golden and blue flames emerged from the darkness, illuminating Zhou Xiangwan's face, half of which was hidden in the shadow, and the other half was painted with a soft oil painting-like color by the candlelight. color.

It turned out that the lighter was in his hand.

The slightly moist flaxen curly hair was pinned behind the ears, and Zhou Xiangwan held a lighter and lowered his head to light a candle. His slender and thick eyelashes, smooth and tall nose bridge, and slightly tightened chin were all dyed with a light golden light.He is indeed the darling of the mixed race. He has inherited the clear outline of the Europeans and Americans, but has the delicate skin of the Asians.

The crisp sound of the lighter was only a second short, and it seemed to be infinitely elongated.

The light, mixed with the heat, mixed with the aroma of desserts, spread bit by bit, like the tail of a fish wagging, or the tip of a small lotus, one by one, trembling in the ripples of light.

Circle after circle, the light illuminated every corner of the room, and the figures on the wall were half-heavy and half-divided, undulating and swaying.

Wu Liang stood straight in front of the cabinet, staring at the candlelight motionless, with sparkling eyes, Zhou Xiangwan leaned against the bed and yawned lazily, only two buttons were buttoned up, revealing a large chest muscle followed by Breathing rises and falls.

"Happy birthday to you." Zhou Xiangwan smiled at Wu Liang and clapped his hands, "Do you want to make a wish? Any wish is fine."