Sugar

Soon, the car arrived at the hotel.

During their trip, they chose different hotels every day.None of them are luxurious five-star hotels, each one is an economical hotel with cost-effectiveness as its selling point.

After all, it is a boutique and cheap small group. For the sake of customers, this type of hotel is definitely the most preferred.

I took the room card and entered the door. Although the room is not luxurious, it is spacious, clean and beautiful.

Simple pastoral decoration, with fresh wild flowers in vases, the curtains are opened, and the Vistula River running through Warsaw can be seen at a glance from the balcony where the bamboo and rattan sofa is placed.

The sun was shining brightly, shimmering on the river.

however.

As sunny as it is outside, the air pressure is as low as it gets inside.

After Zhao Qingling entered the door, he washed his face on his own, then lay down on the bed and continued to sulk, pretending to be asleep.

She turned her face to the wall and said nothing.

Cheng Che was at a loss.

Put away your luggage and wait quietly for him for a while.

One minute and one second, time is running out.

"Well, Qingling." He could only whisper, "We have a schedule to catch up this afternoon."

"You... If you don't want to go, I'll go by myself."

"..."

What I want to express is obviously just a normal and literal meaning.

After all, he was indeed here for work, and the schedule was very full, so he really couldn't delay it.

So if Zhao Qingling is in a bad mood or feels tired, he can rest in the room alone first, and he can go there by himself.

But why, when he uttered a good sentence, it seemed to be complaining for no reason, even a bit like being angry and threatening?

Cheng Che was secretly annoyed.

I wish I could erase that sentence just now and start over again in another way.

"that……"

He tried hard to think about it, but he couldn't think of a way to remedy it, so he added another sentence: "Then, I'm leaving. I will try to come back as soon as possible. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you."

But still no response.

Cheng Che lowered his eyes, a little flustered.

"Then, I'll just... look and bring it for you."

"..."

The door opened, then closed softly.

The house was quiet.

Hey!

Zhao Qingling turned over from the bed and sat up.

I can't believe it.

His grandma's!really left?

She actually left him and just left!

……

Straight man!Straight man!Straight man!

Zhao Qingling hugged the blanket, huddled up on the bed, maddened.

Stop guessing!His family, Cheng Chen, must actually be a straight man!Straight man!

hehe.Hehehe!

Leaving aside his sulking boyfriend, he went out by himself—if this kind of behavioral circuit was a natural turn, Zhao Qingling would jump into the river outside the window right now!

This damn... is still in the situation of true love and secret love for ten years!

It was still when Cheng Che would completely lose control from time to time, secretly looking at him with small inferiority complex, small astringency, small joy, and small infatuation!

Just, who is it? !

You obviously like it sincerely, but you don't even know how to coax it when you're angry?

Whoa, whoa, what a horrible straight man!

Wronged.

Zhao Qingling was particularly wronged.

I was so wronged that I couldn't sleep at all.

In the end, I had no choice but to get up and take a shower angrily, and watch TV in Polish for a while.

Boom——Not long after, there was thunder and lightning outside the window. It was a sunny afternoon just now, and it was dark in an instant.

The rain was falling.

In an instant, it fell very big.

and many more.

Fuck!Why is it raining?The one at home is still outside!

Zhao Qingling was going crazy, he grabbed his phone and called Cheng Che.

No way.

I don't know why it didn't work.In such a heavy rain, where did this guy go if he didn't answer the phone?

……

Zhao Qingling was disturbed and ran downstairs.

I asked the front desk to borrow a big black umbrella and ran out of the hotel.

After about ten minutes, the idiot returned to the lobby trembling like a drowned chicken, his body and shoes were soaked.

No, he has to calm down.

People in foreign countries don't even know the way.

He wanted to deliver an umbrella to Cheng Che, but where to deliver it?

There was no other way, Zhao Qingling could only sit nervously in the most conspicuous place in the lobby, waiting for his family to come home.

As a result, he looked like a wet water ghost, and was surrounded by crowds.

Waited for a full four hours.

four hours! !

There was no news for four hours, and I don't know what to do.Whether he was kidnapped or fell into the river, Zhao Qingling was so worried that he was going crazy, and at the same time he had the desire to kill.

Finally, finally!

Cheng Che is back.

Finally, I still know how to come back!

"Where did you go, why didn't you answer my call?!"

"The phone is wet." Of course Cheng Che was also drenched, his whole body was covered with water, he looked very cold, and his lips turned white.

"I saw you calling me," he explained, his breath a little unsteady, "but the screen can't be opened."

Zhao Qingling: "..."

Anyway, it's good to be back safely.

Swallowing his complaints abruptly, he grabbed the wet, pale male ghost, and dragged him upstairs quickly.

"Wow!!"

When passing the corner of the stairs, perhaps Zhao Qingling walked too hastily, causing Cheng Che to stagger.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Cheng Che shook his head quickly.

At that time, Zhao Qingling only cared that he was soaking wet, so he didn't pay much attention.

After entering the room, he quickly threw him a dry bath towel, and hurriedly put hot water in the bathtub.

Soon, the water was ready.

Cheng Che was still standing there stupidly with a big bath towel in his arms, Zhao Qingling was going crazy and roared.

"Let you wipe yourself! Do you want to stand still in your arms?"

"Also, don't you know how to take off your clothes? Quickly take them off and let me come here!"

It was only then that Cheng Che seemed to have come to his senses.

Nod quickly, and pass obediently.

……

The bathroom is steamy.

After pushing him into the bathtub, Zhao Qingling slowly peeled off the white shirt stuck to his body like peeling an eggshell.

Anyway, it's all wet, and it doesn't matter.

Under the small yellow light in the bathroom, the reserved person huddled in the corner of the bathtub, burying his head very low.

have been together for so long.

But Cheng Che seemed...still not used to being stared at naked by him.

"..." Zhao Qingling narrowed his eyes slightly.

In fact, he quite likes to see his man's embarrassing appearance of being so embarrassed that he can't lift his head and shrink into a ball.

After all, although he looks tall, rich and handsome.

It's a neuropathy inside.

Although every time I see his cowardly look, I feel a little angry, but I also feel that he is really cute and super cute-this is a very weird and complicated contradictory emotion, which is very suitable for psychopaths to have.

"Where have you been for the next four hours?"

Cheng Che was slightly taken aback.

"It's fine if you can't borrow the phone. After such a long time, don't tell me that you braved the heavy rain and finished your trip outside?!"

Cheng Che quickly shook his head: "No, no, I, I... I'm not that stupid."

"That's right, when it was raining heavily, I happened to be at the entrance of their National Museum. Anyway, I was waiting for the rain to stop, and the entrance fee was only 30 yuan, so I went in."

"..."

"There are many exhibits inside, and the collection of oil paintings on the second floor is very rich. There is a painter who I think you must like Qingling. He doesn't seem to be that famous internationally, but he is very famous in Poland. His name seems to be Jan Matejko..."

One arm was suddenly lifted out of the bathtub by Zhao Qingling.

pain!Before Cheng Che could react, he was shaved with a soapy loofah to the point of tears.

Zhao Qingling squinted, holding a loofah towel, and suddenly started rubbing him.

twist!

I rub!

Rub hard!

A posture of swearing that he will not give up until he rubs his bald skin today!

"pain!"

"Hold it! I've been waiting for you in the hotel lobby since it started to rain, fidgeting and waiting for four hours. You're lucky to see the paintings in the museum, and you're so happy and lingering, right?"

Cheng Che: "..."

It really hurts!

However, he knew he was wrong and dared not resist.

He could only let Zhao Qingling rub his bald skin over and over again with a half-gloomy face.