He is from a fighting nation

Zhou Xiangwan said, "What does it mean to buy it for me? I don't have any shortages. Last time I asked you to stay in the 'earthy straight man's fitting room' for a while and you insisted on coming back. I really convinced you."

Wu Liang's house didn't have nice plastic bags either, only garbage bags. Zhou Xiangwan held a thick black garbage bag in distaste and stuffed all sorts of things into it.

Although Wu Liang offered to let him carry things by himself, Zhou Xiangwan still felt that the patient should not be allowed to carry things, so he entered the elevator with a plastic bag. After Wu Liang also came in, Zhou Xiangwan closed the elevator, pressed the floor, and turned his back to Wu Liang instinctively straightened his hair in the mirror.

Zhou Xiangwan inserted one hand into the side pocket of his trousers, and with the other he threw the plastic bag over his shoulder. He turned slightly sideways, raised his chin, and was deeply shocked by his handsomeness.

"Look, Wu Liang, let me mention this plastic bag, it looks very fashionable."

Wu Liang leaned against the corner of the elevator, a bloated mass, the scarf covering most of his face, lowered his head and did not speak.

However, the lack of applause did not affect Zhou Xiangwan's performance.Wu Liang lives on the [-]th floor. During the short time when the elevator was going down, he put on more than [-] poses, all of which are different, calm, uninhibited, cool, and cold. freely.

It can be seen from this that Zhou Xiangwan is not only gay, but also a bully.

Ding.The elevator went down to the garage.

Wu Liang wouldn't let Zhou Xiangwan carry it, let alone hug him, like a floating white cloud, slowly moving towards the car.

Zhou Xiangwan took a step ahead of Wu Liang, shaking the car key in his hand, and the voice-activated lights gradually lit up one by one following his steps. Zhou Xiangwan had long legs and walked very fast. When he opened the door beside the car, Wu Liang was still there. Move slowly in the distance.He couldn't be bothered to wait, so he took Wu Liang and the car as the end point of the reconciliation, and walked back and forth.

When Zhou Xiangwan was young, he worked as a model with his supermodel mother for a while. After walking a few shows, he found that it was still interesting to make money, so he gave up. However, Typhoon is still sharp and professional. It’s just this situation that makes Zhou Xiangwan Looks like a crazy dog ​​in a garage.

Fortunately, he is confident enough.

Zhou Xiangwan walked back and forth a few times, stood in front of Wu Liang, blinked his right eye at him, and said, "Am I handsome?"

Wu Liang didn't speak, but stood straight with his head lowered, and suddenly fell to his knees with a plop, and there was a muffled bang in the garage.

That's right, it was really kneeling, kneeling down.

Zhou Xiangwan was taken aback, and quickly got down on one knee, half-kneeling to support Wu Liang, and said, "Fuck, what are you doing? I'm not pretending, don't kneel and beg me. Get up!"

Wu Liang coughed several times, his brain was buzzing, his eyes were dark, it took a long time for his eyes to recover, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay... just fainted. Hypoglycemia... I'm hot and my clothes are heavy."

Zhou Xiangwan carried Wu Liang into the back seat of the car, and said, "Of course you have a fever. I think you are hotter than before. Like a hot potato."

Wu Liang "...this idiom is not used in this way."

Zhou Xiangwan remembered that Wu Liang would always hide a few candies in his pockets, drawers at the company, and in the car. He rushed to the co-pilot and rummaged through them brutally, found a box of chocolate beans, and fed him two.

"Fortunately, I worked as your secretary." Zhou Xiangwan touched Wu Liang's forehead, "You nerd, didn't you eat dinner again? Have another one?"

"No more." Wu Liang sucked the chocolate carefully, his tongue belatedly tasted the sweetness, and his mind became a little clearer.He didn't pay attention to what he was wearing when Zhou Xiangwan dressed him, and now he sat in the back seat and took off his coat, widening his eyes.Taking off a low-necked sweater, he found a turtleneck sweater inside. After taking off the turtleneck sweater, there was actually a small down vest inside. Wu Liang felt as if he had become a Russian matryoshka, and said helplessly, "You ... How many clothes did you wear for me?"

"Six pieces."

Wu Liang said, "...No one can wear six pieces of clothing. What about pants?"

"three item."

Wu Liang "..." No wonder I can't even move my legs!

Zhou Xiangwan said, "To be honest, I haven't seen anyone who can cover two quilts. Don't I think you are cold?" Zhou Xiangwan said, and wanted to wrap a scarf around Wu Liang.

"No. I'm not cold."

Zhou Xiangwan said seriously, "No, you are cold."

Wu Liang said seriously, "I'm hot."

"Illusion, you are cold. You feel hot only when you have a fever, but you are actually cold."

Wu Liang turned his head to prevent Zhou Xiangwan from wrapping a scarf around him, and whispered, "Zhou Xiangwan, don't think I'm cold. I'm really hot. I feel uncomfortable."

Zhou Xiangwan "... okay."

Zhou Xiangwan waited patiently for Wu Liang to change his clothes, fastened his seat belt, and sat in the driver's seat with a feeling of apprehension.

Seeing Wu Liang, he was a little puzzled, "Can you drive?"

Zhou Xiangwan started the car and backed up cautiously, "I'm afraid of fast cars, so I can't drive on the road. I'll drive to the gate of the community and let Wang Tiezhu drive."

Wu Liang rubbed the center of his brows, pulled himself together and said, "You were not afraid of cars before. Why?"

"Secret." Zhou Xiangwan concentrated on driving, staring at the front without turning his head, "If you tell me why you can't sleep with other people, I'll tell you why I'm afraid of cars."

Wu Liang was silent, leaning his head against the window and closing his eyes.

After a while, Zhou Xiangwan drove out of the community and Xiao Wang took over the shift. Wang Tiezhu was afraid that Zhou Xiangwan would be scared to death, but he still had to cooperate with Zhou Xiangwan's little white flower persona. Zhang had a ferocious face, but he was too scared to speak along the way.

It was dawn at this time, Zhou Xiangwan was sitting in the back seat, the street scene in the dim light kept receding, several large trucks roared past from time to time, Zhou Xiangwan felt uncomfortable, and turned to look at Wu Liang again.

Wu Liang closed his eyes, Qingjun's brows and eyes were twisted uncomfortably, Zhou Xiangwan felt uncomfortable just looking at it, and leaned over to squeeze together with him, just as the car passed a speed bump, the car body suddenly heaved, Wu Liang's head Tilting his head, he rested his head on Zhou Xiangwan's shoulder, and his hot breath sprayed on the side of Zhou Xiangwan's neck with a sweet smell of chocolate.Zhou Xiangwan raised his hand to touch Wu Liang's flushed and dry face.

Zhou Xiangwan was only wearing two pieces of clothes, his palms were cold, Wu Liang rubbed them unconsciously, Zhou Xiangwan was suffocated, and was about to move his hands away, Wu Liang probably fell asleep, and grabbed Zhou Xiangwan's Rubbing his hands on his face, he murmured, "More..."

Zhou Xiangwan took a deep, heavy breath, supported Wu Liang's head, and let Wu Liang rest his head on his lap.However, Wu Liang turned over, as if he had discovered a new continent, and grabbed Zhou Xiangwan's hand and pressed it to his face. Soon, Zhou Xiangwan's palm was covered with his face, and Wu Liang abandoned it and was covered with heat. Zhou Xiangwan's left hand, groping in a daze, touched a certain protruding part of Zhou Xiangwan. Zhou Xiangwan's breathing rhythm was messed up, and he quickly pressed his cold right hand on Wu Liang's hot forehead. Wu Liang was satisfied. Now, he hugged Zhou Xiangwan's wrist, and even knew how to make full use of it. After the palm of his hand became warm, he changed the back of his hand and pressed it to his face. Both hands went into battle, embracing Zhou Xiangwan's arm like a cat, refusing to let go.

It's terrible, is Wu Liang stupid, or is he deliberately seducing me?Zhou Xiangwan held his breath and calmed down for a while before saying in a low voice, "...do you know who I am? Wu Liang."

Wu Liang didn't move, the light and shadow outside the window quickly passed over the two of them, countless irregular pieces of orange, white, and black light, like musical notes, like birds, sang songs in Zhou Xiangwan's mind.Wu Liang pillowed his thighs and hugged his arms, his whole body became much more stable, and he fell asleep with his legs curled up.

Zhou Xiangwan "..." had no choice but to use his free hand to press down on a raised part.

Fortunately, before Zhou Xiangwan's Russian long stick completely rose, when he arrived at the hospital, Zhou Xiangwan carried Wu Liang into the emergency department. It was a series of examinations, taking temperature, drawing blood, and putting on drips.Wu Liang's body temperature was 40 degrees. Zhou Xiangwan had never had a fever, so he didn't know what it meant. Only after he googled it did he realize that it was a very dangerous temperature that would almost burn his brain out.

The warm sun was rising, and a ray of golden sunlight shone on the medicine bag through the window. Zhou Xiangwan watched the medicine drop from a high place, and flowed into Wu Liang's blood vessel along the needle tube.The back of Wu Liang's hand was very white, and blue blood vessels could be seen, but his fingers had frostbite, and the joints were red and swollen. Zhou Xiangwan felt annoyed when he saw it.

Zhou Xiangwan didn't understand that Wu Liang could buy Du Feng a house and give himself a 500 million check, but he wouldn't spend the money on himself.

It’s okay to come to the hospital to see if you’re sick. As long as you protect your hands, you won’t get chilblains. Be a legendary CEO in the industry, but you’re like a little girl when you’re lovelorn, hiding at home and going out once a month.

Zhou Xiangwan remembered Wu Liang's funeral in his previous life.He always thought that Wu Liang was so cold and ruthless that he was so reduced to collect his body that no one would come to cherish his memory.

But Zhou Xiangwan was wrong.

Not only were there many people who came, but they were also very mixed.The first to come was his peers. Wu Liang had a good reputation in the industry, and many bigwigs in the industry attended the funeral in person. It was not enough to say how sad they were, but more to express regret.Then there are colleagues, classmates, Wei Tianxiang was crying even more. At that time, Zhou Xiangwan found out that Wu Liang had been the class monitor since he was a child, and he was also a top student who was recommended to Peking University. Those juniors were quite afraid of him. Although they were grateful, they didn't dare to take the initiative to contact Wu Liang on weekdays. Unexpectedly, there was a cold tombstone between them when they met again.

On the third day of Wu Liang's memorial service, the number of people not only did not decrease, but reached its peak.

It was a group of children from Yunnan. The children were big and small. The young ones were only five or six years old, and the older ones were already in their teens. Wu Liang's portrait bowed, and then stepped forward to put a clean white chrysanthemum under Wu Liang's portrait in front of the tomb.

Zhou Xiangwan still remembers a little girl childishly saying to the tombstone, "Beautiful uncle, so you look so beautiful, thank you, I will be in the first grade next year. After you become a star, I hope there will be many little fairies to accompany you." You play. Goodbye, pretty uncle." Later, the female teacher told Zhou Xiangwan that Wu Liang had sponsored 83 children through her, and she never kept her name and never contacted the children, but said that the children could find him if they had difficulties.

After the children left, Zhou Xiang saw a big family member coming from Guangzhou accompanied by an old man. The old man cursed at Wu Liang's tombstone as "Pujie boy" but he was in tears.According to the old man, he gave Wu Liang a bite of food when he opened an Internet cafe before. After Wu Liang arrived in Beijing, he sent him money and sent things every year, but never visited him.

Until the end of the funeral, the only ones who did not come were Wu Liang's relatives.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiangwan poked Wu Liang's face, and said in a low voice, "Pujie boy."

Wu Liang's face was very soft, with a light stubble growing on his chin. Zhou Xiangwan poked it for a while and had a different kind of fun. He took out his phone and took several photos.

However, normal photos can no longer satisfy Zhou Xiangwan's evil desires.Zhou Xiangwan bent down and stretched out his hand, and gently pinched Wu Liang's face with one hand. Wu Liang's lips were pinched up, looking like a little yellow chicken. Feeling excited, Wu Liang in the camera suddenly opened his eyes. First he widened his eyes, blinked, then blinked again, and then he pursed his lips and mumbled, "... let go."

Zhou Xiangwan let go of his hand, put away his phone, and said in a deep voice, "Wu Liang, you are dreaming, everything just now was your hallucination. Nothing happened."

Wu Liang rubbed his eyes and sat up expressionlessly, Zhou Xiangwan advised, "Don't be angry, I was wrong. Do you want to drink water?"

Wu Liang shook his head, got up to leave, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhou Xiangwan took two steps behind Wu Liang, as if thinking of something, he took the mask and hat from the bed and put them on again.

Wu Liang pushed the IV holder to the toilet, Zhou Xiangwan lowered his head, and walked beside him without saying a word, but even so, the people on the side of the road would still look at Zhou Xiangwan a few times.It might be because of Zhou Xiangwan's good figure, or it might be because he recognized his real identity, who knows.

Zhou Xiangwan can't wait to have his face printed on the world cultural heritage site on weekdays. Everyone kneels and licks. He doesn't like to bow his head and hates wearing a mask. He has never walked so low-key. Zhou Xiangwan blocked it.Zhou Xiangwan pressed his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Are you dizzy again?"

Wu Liang hesitated to speak, he had a lot of questions to ask, what happened to him and Xiao Jinhe, who the Zhou family had provoked, what is going on with him now, and with all his thoughts, Wu Liang still shook his head and said, "I'm fine. .”

Zhou Xiangwan followed Wu Liang into the bathroom, suddenly hugged him, and said, "Do you want me to help you with the bird?"

Wu Liang said firmly, "No."

Zhou Xiangwan said, "What if your eyes go dark and you plunge into the urinal while peeing?"

Wu Liang said forcefully, "Impossible."

Zhou Xiangwan let go of Wu Liang in disappointment, stood beside him, and unzipped his pants.

Wu Liang! ! !

"Zhou Xiangwan, what are you doing?"

Zhou Xiangwan didn't understand, so he said, "What tone are you talking about? What can I do standing here? I don't want to drink urine."

Wu Liang coughed a few times and said, "Don't stand next to me and still look at me...that."

Zhou Xiangwan was very calm, "I took out everything, good friends just want to go to the toilet together and pee side by side."

Wu Liang paused, then said speechlessly, "...Then do you want to hold hands? Sister Wan."

Zhou Xiangwan "..."