Rival says he loves me

heat.

Fang Gayao's body was tense, and there was only a small space inside the cabinet, which was not connected to each other, unless two people were stacked together, it was barely enough.

When he was carried in by Wu Wei, he stepped on Wu Wei's feet with his toes, and the weight of his whole body was on him.

The surroundings were tightly wrapped around him.

Tight and hot.

"Hush," Wu Wei spoke very lightly, so lightly that Fang Jiayao thought it was an illusion in the dark.

There is only a short period of light heat, floating on the face.

The two stood in the closet, breathing each other's heat together.

There are ventilating fan blades on the cupboard, with horizontal strips cut on the cupboard door, Fang Gayao can see the light leaking outside when he raises his head, reflected in Wu Wei's eyes.

A long and bright strip.

and his dark eyelashes.

He had never observed Wu Wei at such a close distance, and the pupils that passed through the light would shrink extremely, turning into a central black spot in light brown.

While staring at himself, Fang Gayao suddenly felt a sense of fate.

There is no escape.

"Strange, where was the person just now?"

"You heard it wrong, it's kind of scary."

The two little girls outside held each other's arms, and patted themselves unhappily, "I must have misheard, so hurry up, it's scary."

The girl walked around in front of the cabinet for a while, not daring to move too much, just looked around with her eyes, and it was over, and the two of them walked away holding hands while muttering strange things.

When the last corner of the skirt disappeared from the corner, Wu Wei smiled and bit Fang Jiayao's ear, "Are you scared?"

Fang Jiayao bowed his head and said nothing, but put his arm on Wu Wei's wrist, and wanted to open the door, but Wu Wei blocked his arm before he stretched out one foot, "What are you afraid of?"

"Let me go out," Fang Jiayao said in a toneless tone, "What if I get caught, have you thought about it?"

The space was small and dark, Fang Jiayao didn't see Wu Wei's expression now, but felt that he was really messing up just now.

Emotional things can't be joked about.

"I've thought about it," Wu Wei said seriously, and let go of Fang Jiayao's hand, "I'm full of thoughts about your future and my future."

The back of Fang Jiayao's neck was covered with sweat, he pushed open the door violently, a gust of hot wind poured in from the outside window, but his body was completely cold, "Are you talking about the future with me?" Fang Jiayao's heart is now empty, hearing Wu Wei say such things When talking, I just feel that everything has been thrown into the hole in my heart.

How many sentences are the same.

"Fang Jiayao, look back at me." Wu Wei simply stopped him from behind, half leaning on the cabinet frame, "I want you to look me in the eyes and say, you have no future with me."

"It's not necessary," Fang Jiayao walked straight forward, went down the stairs and walked straight forward, and when he got out of the gymnasium, he didn't look back.

It's almost like running away.

There was work at night, Fang Jiayao went back to the apartment directly, facing the door were the clothes that Wu Wei had left at home before, he knew that Wu Wei's clothes could not be machine washed at all, even if there was a small electric tumbler on the balcony, he would It's useless to hang it in the air. He picked it out separately and rubbed it with his hands.

Including that pair of panties.

When he saw the size of the window being tossed back and forth by the wind, Fang Jiayao realized later that the one he gave him,

It is indeed small.

He lay down all afternoon, saw Vanke's news flashing daily on WeChat, didn't even click on it, closed it behind his back, and fell asleep with his mind on it.

When Wan Orange climbed up half of the window, Fang Gayao counted his eyelashes and opened his eyes against the light. The first thing he saw was a red baseball that showed his figure. Next to him was a pair of light-colored soft jeans. The wind swayed on the balcony railing.

The key to 227 was placed in the iron box on the table by the window. Fang Jiayao looked at the time, and found that Xingjinbei was Y's solo job at night. Before going out, he collected the clothes on the balcony. Another key was added to the jingling bunch of keys.

It has a diamond-shaped flat mouth, tied with a red string, the shape is the same as the one Wu Wei took last time.

During the day, Fang Jiayao had a little unpleasant fight with Wu Wei, but Fang Jiayao didn't blame him selfishly, he just felt bad for him.

It's like knowing that what he did was fruitless, but there is no way to wake up a stubborn person.

Fang Jiayao just couldn't bear to watch him smash the south wall and his head was bleeding.

It's not worth it.

Pretentiously, Fang Jiayao was somewhat distracted when he walked, and when he approached the door, he didn't pay attention to Ke Zhe who was sitting on the edge drinking.

Went in to see Xing Jinbei only to find out that Y didn't come, the solo job was changed to a public job, and he had to change his clothes first, Xing Jinbei was dressed colorfully, holding his cigarette butt and knocking on Fang Jiayao's shoulder, "Yu Min Wen, are you familiar?"

"You heard about that." Fang Jiayao knew from the name that Xing Jinbei should have searched his younger brother's affairs, "It's almost like you know those who came with Nantah. He should know better than me. , " Fang Jiayao waited to reach out and button his sleeves, followed the direction of his fingertips, and cast a glance at Ke Zhe, who was sitting across from him with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Nanzi is a boring cannon, it can blow up but can't hurt anyone," Xing Jinbei's half leg dangled outside the sofa, the instep hooked Fang Jiayao's calf that was about to leave, "You are his brother, be careful." Then he pointed at Ke Zhe, who was rubbing oil on the shiny leather shoes, with a cigarette holder, "He has a tight mouth, and he can't ask a fart."

"I've seen that kid before, Sao Fox," Xing Jinbei knocked on the cigarette ash, "Okay, go, I'll help you stop Ke Zhe from making trouble."

Fang Gayao nodded, and asked him before leaving, "Did you care about that child before?"

When Fang Gayao came the day before yesterday, Xing Jinbei was still in love with him like a baby, but it suddenly stopped in the past two days, and there was no sign of the child, so Fang Gayao was a little concerned.

"Disobedient, and my heart is not with me, what a ghost, just throw it away when you see trouble." Xing Jinbei swayed the wine and glanced at Fang Jiayao, "I care about this kind of thing, it's called Sao Fox."

Fang Jiayao was the most unpredictable person, Wu Wei was one, followed by Xing Jinbei.

At first sight, it gave people a very uncomfortable feeling. She looks glamorous and deep, but she is frivolous, and she speaks incoherently but violates the deep affection.

This kind of contradiction gives people a strange sense of emotion, which is very close to Wu Wei.

Thinking of Wu Wei and Fang Jiayao would make him feel a little nervous.

It has become a habit recently.

There is no end to panic.

The style of the bar is still the same, there are still bad things down there, the atmosphere is like this, Fang Jiayao jumped to meet him, and he can also feel that Ke Zhe has never moved his eyes.

half an hour.

The premium Remy Martin in Ke Zhe's hands was refilled bottle by bottle within half an hour.

But he sat there surprisingly, until Fang Jiayao got off the stage and changed his clothes in the background, and Ke Zhe didn't come over.

But from beginning to end, his eyes were on him.

Fang Jiayao couldn't be bothered, so he packed up and went out by himself. The back door of the bar was a small, secluded square in the South Alley, and there were usually few people. Basically, the people who came and sat were young people who came out of the bar and wandered out.

The road that Fang Jiayao must take when going out is mostly familiar to him, so he has no reaction to a pair of 69 in the grass. To be honest, this garden can be regarded as the Paradise of Eden. have.

Often the things that are right in front of our eyes and reach out, never have the hidden stimulation on the exposed edge.

Many people still choose to come here and do something to erase the boundaries between humans and beasts.

Simply the pursuit of sexual pleasure.

A person can take the word apart and combine it into whatever it is that stimulates them to seek pleasure.

Fang Jiayao hooked the paper bag with his fingers, and walked towards the main street of Eastern University of Science and Technology with his fingers shaking the key. When he reached the small flower bed nearby, the naked and entangled people sat up first and enjoyed it with their heads up.

The people below couldn't see clearly, Fang Jiayao only saw one side of his face, and he opened his mouth slightly.

Sao Fox.

Fang Jiayao came out of the smoky alley, leaned against the stone wall not far away to call Xing Nan, and pressed the call button, but there was no movement in the flower bed.

When he was connected, Xing Nan said with a smile in his voice, "Brother Yao? I was talking about you just now, Master Wei has an appointment for a drink, will you come?"

Fang Jiayao tilted his head slightly towards the alley, then randomly raised his legs and walked forward, "What about you? How are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone probably didn't expect Fang Jiayao to take the initiative to ask about him. He paused for a while, and then Xing Nan's tone was characteristically serious.

"Just him."

Fang Gayao didn't say anything unnecessary, and saw the school gate of Dongke University with flashing lights from afar, and simply concluded, "Okay, I see, I won't go to your place," staring at the bag in his hand, and lit a cigarette by the way, " I have something to do, hang up," said the phone screen blacked out, threw the phone into the bag, turned left and went to the nearby small supermarket first.

It was the same old man, reading a book on the small rattan chair.

Books are as old as people, and they fall apart when held.

Fang Gayao walked in, marked with his hands along the innermost shelf, walked past all kinds of colorful small colored pots, and tapped his fingers to find a vacancy.

"Is the blueberry flavor still available?" Fang Gayao turned his head and saw that everything was quite complete, but this flavor seemed to be out of stock.

This kind of tin box packaging is not common in the market. It is an old brand. In many places, this kind of candy is basically a nostalgic style. In addition, the cost is high and you can’t make much oil and water. Basically, all the products that are still made in China are discontinued. This kind of candy It will only sell less and less.

The old man raised his drooping eyelids, glanced at Fang Gayao, "I don't sell this," then put down the book, stood up with the handle of the wicker chair, all the bones in his body were rattling, "It's just right, young man! Remove that card for me, this thing is too high, it really won't work without someone to help."

When the old man came over, Fang Gayao raised his arm, and took off the beautiful Chinese characters written with water chalk, "Will you sell them in the future?"

The flavors around the key are all neatly arranged, and the square small iron boxes are stacked one on top of the other, neat and large, except that there is nothing behind the blueberry brand, which is very abrupt at first glance.

"I don't want to buy it," the old man covered his thin cotton vest against himself. "Someone ordered it," he shook his head as he spoke, "I don't know what ridiculous things kids are doing with money these days."

"How to say?"

"Someone likes this, give me the money to keep it, and sell it to him alone," the old man shook his head helplessly after finishing speaking, "It's quite big and looks like a child, if you like it, protect it, and others will taste it Neither are happy."

Fang Gayao probably knew who the kid he was talking about was, so he laughed too. By the way, he helped put away the bottles and cans on other containers, bought a can of cold beer himself, and was about to pay the bill. Inside a handful of change lay a piece of thin paper hard candy.

In the transparent and bright wrapping paper, there is a small piece of indigo light.

"I think this candy can be eaten by you," the old man sat back on the chair and slowly shook, twisting a page, leaning forward to read it slowly. When Fang Gayao was in a daze, he heard him say slowly,

"He said that if someone comes to buy it, he will only give it to the one with the best smile."