Rival says he loves me

Fang Gayao lay on the inside with his head tilted, just looking at Wu Wei outside the glass, thinking that if Wu Wei liked girls from the beginning, maybe he would live a more comfortable life.

Or if you are a girl, can you tie a person unscrupulously.

But it didn't make him think about it for long. The aftertaste of alcohol was strong, and he was framed up vaguely.

Then got into the car.

It is probably a taxi, and it is more comfortable to ride in a sports car that does not have Wu Wei.

Fang Gayao moved awkwardly, and was finally pressed by an arm before he managed to open his eyes.

It is indeed not Wu Wei's car, but he still guessed wrong, although it is not a taxi.

But, it was Wu Wei's family's business seven-seater. The driver was a middle-aged man in a suit. He could see half of his eyes from the rearview mirror, and then I heard him speak in a nice voice, "Master, there is medicine for sobering up in the car. If Mr. Fang is not feeling well, he can take it."

"Well, there's no need for it for the time being. Where's Wu Yueli?" Wu Wei always called his elder brother this way, and the other party seemed to be used to it, "There's a board meeting tonight, so I should go to Mr.'s just after it's over."

The gentleman in his mouth is Wu Luming.

He is the only one in the family who calls him that.

"Got it," Wu Wei said in a neutral tone.

But I could tell that he was a little drunk.

Also only a little bit.

On the other hand, the driver stood aside, straightened his body, and said something serious to Fang Gayao, "Master, I will trouble you in the future."

After speaking, he bowed politely.

Fang Jiayao even said that he was being polite, but in fact, the two of them are pretty much the same now, and neither of them is any better. With Wu Wei in his hand, he couldn't bend down, so he could only slightly nod his head, and saw that the person remained in this posture until Fang Gayao stretched out his hand, and he straightened up.

There is a kind of seriousness in the eyes.

It's like explaining something very important.

Then he turned around and left.

Fang Gayao was still hanging on Wu Wei, "Bring me to your house?"

"Can't you?" Wu Wei directly hooked Fang Gayao to lift him up, and entered the house like this.

Fang Gayao didn't struggle, and he cooperated very well by lying on his back.

What Fang Gayao didn't expect was that Wu Wei lived in a rather large room from the outside.

This house is not far from the downtown area. The decoration inside is simple, but there is an inexplicable sense of depression.

The wall decorations were simply painted with a few patches of color, mostly gray and white, the upper and lower floors, the space is large and empty, even a kitchen for cooking Fang Gayao felt that it was as big as the apartment he rented.

"Wash up," Fang Gayao knew that both of them had drunk, so he felt a little better at the moment.

That is relative to Wu Wei.

I completely lost track of him, and I was slowly sobering up, but Wu Wei became more and more drunk.

Wu Wei slumped on the pure white soft leather sofa when he entered the door. He seemed to have lost his sobriety in the car just now. At this moment, Fang Jiayao remembered that just because of all the wine bottles he was entertaining, it was too much. There are small seven bottles.

Because Fang Gayao ate a lot, his alcohol dissipated quickly.

Now I'm going down the bathroom to find a towel, "Go to bed first." He basically waited on Wu Wei's whole body, and he was still wearing a row dancer's outfit. Knocking on the slippers, I searched for clothes in the wardrobe inside, and waited to open the wall cabinet facing the bed. There were exactly two pieces inside.

Supported by silver-gray metal hangers.

Two pure white t-shirts.

Fang Gayao reached out to touch it, and paused when it was torn off.

"It's the one you wore in the competition," Wu Wei got up from the sofa at some point later, leaning against the door frame of the bedroom, looking forward with arms folded, the clothes on his body were also crooked It was out of shape, with three deep pleats hanging on the front, and I didn't notice it at all, "Fang Gayao, I'll just wait for you to put it on again."

Fang Gayao didn't take the clothes sponsored by the organizer that year before he left, but Wu Wei asked someone to bring them out, and just left them like this.

"How long, I will wait for you."

"I will always wait for you."

"Fang Gayao—"

Wu Wei said the last three words very slowly, and the elongated voice just slowly settled in the air.

In the end it fell on Fang Gayao's heart.

Fang Gayao didn't let him go on, listening to Wu Wei's delicate hesitation.

It hurts, but the place where it sinks in is inexplicably warm.

"Then if I spend my whole life—" Fang Gayao was cautious about promises.

"I'll wait for you forever." Wu Wei cut off the words directly.

The two of them were so stiff, Wu Wei held his face, and said a little more harshly, "I'll just spend the rest of my life with you like this."

Fang Gayao smelled the smell of alcohol in his mouth, and the slightly funny expression on his face, he burst out laughing, and sprayed the alcohol in his own face, "Life is a bit long."

"Until death," Wu Wei lifted the person sideways, and swung him onto the bed, as if dissatisfied with the other person's attitude, he pressed down on the person directly. Fang Gayao, who swallowed half of it, had a uniquely serious expression, "It's not a joke."

Fang Gayao stopped laughing, just lay there, didn't look at Wu Wei, and stretched his hands behind him, not knowing what other smells could be picked up in this cold air except alcohol and hot pot, his head was tilted to one side , the broken hair rolled around his eyelashes, his vision was covered a lot, and Wu Wei's face could only be seen through the cracks in his hair.

"Then I'll ask you again," Fang Gayao tilted his head back, and for the first time looked back against the other party's gaze,

"I see you have something that you like?"

"hair?"

"Eye?"

"Or your favorite mouth to kiss?"

The corners of Fang Gayao's mouth turned up slightly, as if the skin was pulled out by the order of the brain, "You and I, there are two kinds of people."

Speaking of which, Fang Gayao pulled out the hand that was bound by Wu Wei, and gestured towards him, "The distance is about this far." He pulled his arm to the side vigorously, and the blue blood vessels on the inside of the arm were exposed through his skin. Come on, wait for him to expand the distance until it can no longer be extended, then say to Wu Wei, "Did you see, it's so far away."

"So far?" Wu Wei pulled the distance closer by himself, "What about now? How far away?"

Fang Gayao supported his arm with one hand, and with the other hand, he blocked Wu Wei in front of his body, "There are some things you know better than me, and there are more than you and me in the middle."

"Even if we are separated by mountains and seas, it has nothing to do with the fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Wu Wei suddenly drew the distance between the two of them closer,

"Mountains and seas are flat."

When Wu Wei said this, there was no gap between him and Fang Gayao.

The sound of the heart was beating so unscrupulously between the two people, as if two people shared the same heart.

"I have a question for you too,"

"Do you have me here?"

Wu Wei put his hand on the heart of the other party, "You give me an answer, and I'll tell you what I like about you."

The air between the two of them was mixed with anxiety.

Wu Wei is having a showdown.

I want an answer of my own.

In fact, Fang Gayao knew all about it.

"Wu Wei..."

"Buzzing—"

In the middle, Wu Wei's cell phone rang inappropriately.

"Telephone." Fang Gayao reminded him.

"I'll wait for you to tell," Wu Wei ignored the phone call and kept his posture still, "I want you to give me an answer right now."

"Would you like to?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fang Jiayao always feels that Wu Wei's body smells of alcohol now.

Even the words he spoke were full of drunkenness.

"Do you really want to hear it?" Fang Gayao propped himself up to sit up, Wu Wei didn't give way, pressing his forehead against the person.

Fang Gayao was suddenly scalded by the other party's body temperature.

There was no emotion in Fang Jiayao's eyes, he directly pushed away Wu Wei's shoulder, "I don't want to."

"If you are still satisfied with what you said, let me take a breath. There are some things that are not yours—" Fang Gayao didn't finish speaking, his whole body suddenly fell back, his shoulder hurt, and the back of his head hit the soft cushion heavily On the other hand, although the back of his head was soft, he couldn't withstand the strong impact, so he still hurt from the shock.

"Since you've said it so clearly, I'll just say it straight," Wu Wei no longer had something called gentleness in his hand, tilted his head and looked condescendingly at the people below, "I'm not satisfied."

But his eyes were still as gentle as ever.

"That's right for me," Wu Wei's tenderness may be reflected in his eyes, Fang Jiayao's shoulder hurts, but seeing what Wu Wei sees, these pains can be ignored.

"If you don't want to, it's because I didn't do it well. If I don't do it well, I will continue to do it." Wu Wei wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, and just buried himself in it.

His forehead rested on his shoulder, like a devout believer.

"I will do it this time until you are satisfied."