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Zhang Ming followed behind Lan Kuiyu, staring silently at the Tang Dao on her back, feeling more and more that he had offended someone he shouldn't have.

This girl can't be a member of the underworld...

The street lamps stretched the shadows of the two of them, and they came all the way to Zhang Ming's residence. Zhang Ming pointed to a window upstairs, put his hands in his pockets and said, "That's my home."

Lan Kuiyu nodded and went upstairs first. Zhang Ming stared at her back for two seconds before striding to follow.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Lan Kuiyu stood still at the door of Zhang Ming's house, and glanced back at him: "Come into your house."

When the girl turned her head and looked over, her beautiful eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were all beautifully curved.Zhang Ming looked away uncomfortably, as if he heard the sound of "biu", and a small arrow pierced his heart.

So fucking foul...

The gaffe was just a flash of godly effort. Zhang Ming squinted his eyes slightly while feeling annoyed, and asked in a deep voice with a bad expression: "Why did you come into my house? You asked me to bring you here for no reason, at least you have to explain to me what you want to do Bar."

Lan Kuiyu said: "I want to find someone, and he is at your house."

Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing all of a sudden: "Sister, don't make fun of me, I live alone in my house, how could there be someone you are looking for."

Lan Kuiyu raised her head and looked at him quietly for a while: "He must be here, you just open the door for me and go in and have a look."

Zhang Ming was speechless. People have always had a high tolerance for beautiful people. He took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his chest, and began to take out the keys: "Okay, okay, let you see! Let's talk first, just in case I don't have the person you're looking for in my family, you have to compensate me for mental damage—"

The moment the door opened, Zhang Ming seemed to be strangled by someone, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Lan Kuiyu glanced at him, as if to say "Look", then stepped into the door without looking sideways.

Zhang Ming stared blankly at his house. It was clearly a familiar layout, but all the furnishings on the table and cabinets had changed. Post-it notes of various colors were pasted on the originally clean walls, and the light in the living room was on— — But he clearly remembered turning off the lights when he went out.

I might be really drunk.Zhang Ming thought to himself.

"Come in." Lan Kuiyu lowered her voice and reached out to give Zhang Ming a hand.Zhang Ming was shocked, forced to suppress all the doubts in his heart, entered the house and closed the door, and asked, "Is there a thief in my house?"

Lan Kuiyu slowly pulled out the Tang Dao on her back, the sharp blade reflected the light from the wall lamp, making it cold and dazzling.She held the knife upside down and walked towards the study: "It's not considered a thief, he lived here, but you were in a different space before, and you have never seen each other."

Zhang Ming didn't understand what she was talking about at all. He stared at the knife in Lan Kuiyu's hand, then looked at the petite figure of the girl in front of him, and thought about it: "Sister, you didn't come here to seek revenge, right? It is a society ruled by law, if you hurt someone, you will be arrested and go to jail.”

Lan Kuiyu ignored him and pushed straight to the door of the study.

"Listen to my elder brother's persuasion, why don't we just think about solving the problem by force..." Zhang Ming kept nagging, Lan Kuiyu frowned, and slammed his elbow on his lower abdomen, successfully Shut him up.

"Your family has become like this, and you still have the mind to care about others?" Lan Kuiyu paused, then retracted, she took a step back, and kicked the room hard under Zhang Ming's shocked gaze Door.

"Who?!" The door slammed against the wall with an earth-shattering bang, and the young man at the computer desk immediately turned his head to look.The moment he saw Lan Kuiyu, he stood up abruptly, almost overturned the chair, his staring eyeballs almost popped out, pointed at Lan Kuiyu and shouted in panic, "Why are you?!"

"Why can't it be me?" Lan Kuiyu took two steps forward, staring closely at the young man who was stuck to the wall, and then turned to the computer screen which was on.

She pointed the tip of the knife at the young man, and said to Zhang Ming, "You beat him up for me."

Before Zhang Ming could react, the young man screamed: "No! You can't hit me! I am your father! I created you so hard! You can't hit me!"

Zhang Ming: "..."

He didn't want to listen to Lan Kuiyu at first, but now he can't restrain himself from wanting to hit someone.

The young man was still yelling "I'm your father" to Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming moved his wrist expressionlessly and walked over.

Amidst the muffled sound of physical collisions and screams, Lan Kuiyu sat in front of the computer, skillfully deleted all the files in the hard disk, and then emptied the recycle bin.

"No! No!" The young man howled and stretched out his hand to Lan Kuiyu, who was pulled back by Zhang Ming: "You can't do this! This world has nothing to do with you! You will be punished for doing this!"

Lan Kuiyu was thinking about how to delete all the manuscripts in the codeword software, when she heard this, she took time out of her busy schedule to reply coldly: "I won't bother you if I get retribution, anyway, you have already been retribution now. "

At the very beginning, Zhang Ming punched the young man twice in the stomach, and then just clamped him to keep him from going crazy.Lan Kuiyu worked out a trick and deleted all the cloud documents.

The moment Lan Kuiyu pressed the delete button, the young man howled heartbreakingly: "My manuscript!!!!!!"

During those few times he struggled so much that even Zhang Ming almost missed him, he cried like a concubine, with snot and tears, and a face similar to Zhang Ming's was extremely happy: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo This vicious woman! I want, I want to kill you!"

"Malicious?" Lan Kuiyu, who was thinking about it, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Shi Shiran stood up, looked down at the young man from above, patted the side of the young man's face with the black blade, hooked the corners of her lips nonchalantly, and said softly :

"But you are more vicious than me."

Fang Mubo was woken up.

The quilt on his body fell to the ground at some point, and the young man who was separated from him by most of the bed rolled up beside him, curled up in a ball, tightly clutching his hand, moaning in pain stimulated Fang in the silent night. Mu Bo's nervousness made him completely awake in an instant.

Tang Chao held his whole arm in his arms. Fang Mubo slept in his shirt. Even though there was a layer of fabric, he could still feel the scorching heat from the young man's body, which was abnormally hot.

Tang Chao opened his mouth slightly, and rubbed his arms unconsciously, the collar of his shirt was rubbed crookedly, and the faint moonlight was attached to most of his exposed shoulders, as if a good layer of glaze had been applied.

Fang Mubo understood what happened in an instant. Sure enough, the plot had a purpose in making them stick together last night. He tried to move and found that he could still control his body, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His movement aroused Tang Chao's strong dissatisfaction. Tang Chao frowned and snorted. The heat erupting from the deepest part of his body made his mind in complete chaos. He instinctively searched for cool objects beside him. People were almost squeezed into Fang Mubo's arms.

Fang Mubo lay stiffly on the bed, a faint voice came out from the bottom of his heart, echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Now the plot is working, he can't control his body, you can also pretend to be out of control to help him solve it.He even bought things, isn't he ready to sleep with you tonight?

Tang Chao came over and kissed Fang Mubo's side face in a random manner. Fang Mubo turned his head to look, and he happened to kiss the corner of his lips.

Through the moonlight, he could clearly see Youth Chao's red cheeks and wet eyelashes. He frowned sadly, as if he was going to cry in a second.It's not like Fang Mubo has never seen this look before. He has been in the circle for so many years, and he has already seen it clearly.

The sinful voice in his heart was still ringing, Fang Mubo closed his eyes and pinched himself hard, letting the pain bury all the reactions that shouldn't be there.

Opening his eyes again, he stood up quickly, picked up Tang Chao who was rolled into a ball, and walked into the bathroom.

Putting Tang Chao in the bathtub, Fang Mubo rolled up his sleeves, took the shower and turned on the cold water to the maximum, and rushed towards Tang Chao's face.

"Ah..." Tang Chao cried out when he was caught off guard by the cold water, leaning back desperately to avoid the water flow, like a poor little animal that was drenched by heavy rain.Unmoved, Fang Mubo rushed towards Tang Chao's head and face for a while, then moved the target down to wash his hot body.

The high fever with nowhere to vent was slightly neutralized by the cold water. Tang Chao finally regained his consciousness from the pot of paste. He curled up in the corner of the bathtub with his hands on his knees, trying to avoid the water, The cold water continued to flow through his body, causing dull pain to his sensitive skin.

where am iHe thought in a daze, is it raining?

a little cold.He silently hugged himself tighter, burying his face in his arms.So sad.

The fire that was constantly acting like a demon in his body was still tumbling non-stop, without any intention of stopping.Hot on the inside and cold on the outside, as if he was going to be burned to ashes and then frozen, Tang Chao moaned in pain, begging repeatedly without even realizing it:

Who can help me-

"Help me..." Fang Mubo keenly caught the unusual noise in the rushing water, he paused with his raised hand, and leaned over slightly.

"Help me, please, help me..." Feeling that the water that hit him so painful was removed, Tang Chao suddenly found the straw. He was shivering from the cold, but his face was still full of tears. burn red.He looked at Fang Mubo longingly, and there was water in his eyes, as if they would overflow in the blink of an eye.

Then there's no way.

Fang Mubo sighed helplessly in his heart, and turned off the shower.

His shirt was already completely wet by the splashing water. He straddled into the bathtub and gently wrapped Tang Chao in his arms from behind.

When the high fever that had tortured him for half a night suddenly extinguished, Tang Chao seemed to hear the man's low whisper.

"--Feel sorry."

Fang Mubo put a jar of hot water and rubbed Tang Chao's cold skin, which was already unconscious.

He was still shivering from the cold, wishing to bury his whole body in warm water. Fang Mubo carefully held his head to prevent him from drowning, and at the same time splashed water on his head, washing him completely again.

Carrying Tang Chao out of the bathtub, Fang Mubo wiped him clean carefully and wrapped him tightly with a quilt.He went to the living room to find a pack of cold medicine, and brought it to Tang Chao's mouth.

Tang Chao drowsily leaned into his arms and drank the medicine, obediently as hell, he licked the corners of his lips, lay on Fang Mubo's shoulder, tilted his head and fell asleep almost in a coma.

Fang Mubo put him on the bed, pinched the corners of his back carefully, and only then did he have the time to tidy himself up.He was soaked all over, and he took off his clothes and wiped it hastily.There is no change of clothes for him here, so he can only hang the wet clothes on the balcony, hoping to dry them tomorrow morning.

After tidying up everything, Fang Mubo frowned and pressed his throbbing forehead, turned off the light, and lay naked under the covers.

The author has something to say:

Do not imitate the above dangerous actions

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In fact, if someone deliberately destroys my manuscript, I will definitely go crazy on the spot and retaliate ta_(:з」∠)_