The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

It has been rainy for several days, it is already November, and at night, the rain is blowing with wind and it is ice-cold.

Zhou Qi has been to France, with his teammates.

That year he was just an adult, he had just entered the first team not long ago, he hadn't won the championship yet, he was so poor that he had nothing but his face.He played games very hard. Before the club paid his wages at the end of the month, Zhou Qi remembered that the minimum balance on his card was one hundred and two thirty-four.

He went to France with this one hundred and two thirty-four dollars.

Although Zhou Qi is no longer in the youth training team, he has been in very close contact with the coach of the youth training team.

Before going to the airport, the old man called him over once, and taught Zhou Qi seriously, sternly and seriously: "Boys should protect themselves when they go out, don't dress too revealingly, and don't trust strangers easily. What people say. Don’t go to the bar to drink with people, even if someone asks you to go. Men must keep themselves clean and not be easily seduced and deceived by women.”

Zhou Qi was dumbfounded at the time: "??"

The old man paused, and continued with a sullen face: "A man's first time is the best gift for your future wife."

Zhou Qi: "???"

"I'll let the team leader and the others keep an eye on you. You'd better be less unruly. Don't do things you regret all your life when you are young." The old man made a formal conclusion at the end.

Zhou Qi didn't understand from beginning to end: "..."

Although Zhou Qi didn't understand and felt that Liu Zhengguo, the old man, had some brain problems, Zhou Qi found that after he arrived in France, his travel range was strictly restricted by the team leader.

He was only admitted to places where children under 12 were also allowed.

It was not until he returned to China that the old man explained that he was afraid that Zhou Qi would fall into the decadent capitalist society because he had no money in his pocket and was too young to withstand the temptation of the capitalist society. , lose yourself.

Zhou Qi doesn't know if there is a bad habit of hooking up in capitalist society. He only knows that he has never seen this bad habit in Disneyland, where children under the age of 12 are allowed to enter.

After returning to China the day after tomorrow, Ms. Zhao finally let go of Zhou Qi's dietary restrictions.

After dinner, Zhou Qi found a bar, the place was remote, not many people, it looked a bit old, with yellowed promotional papers, empty wine barrels with loose nails.The theme of World War II is not romantic, and most of the drinkers are middle-aged men who are a bit older.

Zhou Qi went to the bar: "unojito (a glass of mojito)."

The night after tomorrow, the flight arrives at the airport in City A. This year's finals will be held the day after tomorrow.

Maybe he can rush back to watch the finals.

r entered the semi-finals and is currently the semi-finals.

r The other team members Zhou Qi didn't understand, anyway, Jiang Zhengming's competition form this year is very good, and he has a unique spirit.

Played a fucking game all day, and in the middle of the night, he still had the energy to use someone else's mobile phone to send WeChat scolding him.

Two days ago.

Domestic 11:30, French 05:30 pm.There was an event the night before, Zhou Qi didn't sleep much, and was trying to catch up on sleep in the afternoon, when a phone rang suddenly.

Zhou Qi hung up with a backhand, and called a second time shamelessly. Zhou Qi wanted to answer the second time, but after a second of answering, the other party hung up on his own initiative.

Note "Jiang Zhengming".

A WeChat message floated on the top:

"Zhou Qi, where the fuck is my name???"

Zhou Qi stared at it for two seconds, then replied:

"'Monkey Climbing a Tree' has been banned for sending people's heads?"

"None of my business."

"Is your fucking brain flooded?"

Jiang Zhengming replied several times in seconds:

"Who said I have a game account??"

"My Weibo account is gone!!"

", do you think you did it on purpose??? Tricked me to confess to you, and then reported my number behind my back? Can you fucking owe me more?"

Zhou Qi thought to himself, Jiang Zhengming must have broken his brain by playing a game, and here he doesn't make sense of what he said.

When did he ask Jiang Zhengming to confess his love to him?Is he that narcissistic?

Jiang Zhengming confessed to him, isn't this hurting each other?

Jiang Zhengming was so angry there, he waited for three or two minutes, and finally saw Zhou Qi reply.

-Dog b: When did I ask you to confess me?

Jiang Zhengming: "..."

The most hateful thing is this kind of person, he is the one who makes trouble, and he still pretends not to understand in the end.

Jiang Zhengming spent a long time typing four or five hundred words eloquently, explaining the ins and outs clearly.

Zhou Qi read it twice, especially the reason for the title, and the line "suspected of fraud and spreading rumors" several times.

finally--

-Dog b: Well done.

Jiang Zhengming: "...?"

The bartender pushed ojito over.

Lime wedges in white rum, garnished with mint sprigs and served in a clear glass.

Some talked loudly, while others drank alone in front of the bar.

On the right side of Zhou Qi is a white man in his thirties with a well-trimmed beard. He glanced at Zhou Qi: "lesjaonais (Japanese)?"

Zhou Qi laughed: "non, suisois (no, Chinese)."

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when Fu Ye arrived in France.

He knew that Zhou Qi would return home the day after tomorrow.

However, the current preparations for "Seventeen" have been roughly finalized, and the remaining details will be agreed upon by the agent and the company, and he has no special needs for his work for the time being.

There may be, but Fu Ye regards this possibility as not.

It's not too long since the two haven't seen each other.

Only fifteen days.Only half a month.

Half a month, not long at all.

Zhou Qi's room is 1325.But when Fu Ye arrived, there was no one in room 1325.

On the bedside was a tube of milk-flavored lollipops and a gift box.Inside the gift box are lighters made of precious metals. Collecting lighters is Zhou Qi's hobby that he keeps from Fu Ye.

There is a lighter, but no smoke.

Zhou Qi said that he wanted to quit smoking, but Fu Ye hadn't asked Zhou Qi where his determination came from.

Of course, even if he asked, Zhou Qi would not be able to tell.

Said that his determination to quit smoking came from hearing others say that smoking seriously reduces male sexuality.

Ever since Fu Ye said that the food in his place had become sweeter, Zhou Qi thought about quitting Coke, but it was too difficult to quit.

There was a flat coke can in the trash can, which had just been thrown in and hadn't been cleaned out yet.

Fu Ye didn't have the habit of flipping through people's things.He just looked around Zhou Qi's room.

Then two boxes of condoms were found next to the pillow.

Fu Ye's eyes stayed on the two small boxes for half a minute, then he slowly bent down and picked them up.

Zhou Qi lives alone.

Both boxes were opened, and one of each was used.It is a brand commonly used by the two of them.

It's eleven o'clock at night.

Fu Ye stroked the carton with a very calm expression, and finally just put the condom back beside Zhou Qi's pillow.

After chatting with the buddy next to him, Zhou Qi found out that this buddy is Russian.He is half-baked in French, and this buddy is even half-baked than him. It was difficult for the two of them to mix French, English, and a few Chinese characters, but they chatted happily.

The brother mixed the three languages ​​and asked provocatively: "Do you Chinese know how to drink?"

It's not about quality, it's about quantity.

Zhou Qi smiled: "Do you want to try?"

"Do you want to compare with me??"

Zhou Qi looked at him: "Compare if you want. Drink, don't be cowardly."

一

I drank for three hours, from 09:30 to 12:30.

The last time Zhou Qi was drunk and hungover was when he was 15 years old.

I haven't been drunk for many years.

Today he was a little bit over the top, but that brother was really fierce, pouring wine like water, until his face was swollen like a monkey's butt, he had already fallen on the counter, and said to the bartender in a daze: "unautreverrev (come again) a cup)."

In the middle of the night, Zhou Qi realized that it wasn't because there were few people in this bar, it was because he came early.

The drinkers crowded and crowded into the bar, and the smell of alcohol and perfume was congested into a pungent smell.

Zhou Qi pushed him: "Okay, you drank too much. I'll go first."

"Don't go, I'm not drunk..." The buddy couldn't hold back Zhou Qi, so he fell on the bar and muttered a few words.

When he returned to the room, the lights in the room were turned off, and the curtains might have been closed by the waiter who came in to clean the room, and it was pitch black when he entered the room.

Zhou Qi felt a little dizzy and went straight to the bed.

After sitting for a while, he slowly took off his shoes, his coat, his belt, pulled off the quilt, and fell on the bed with the rest of his clothes on.

He lay face-out for a while, then a hand came from behind and gently pulled him into the bed.

Zhou Qi was already lightly drunk, and he should be the only one in the room, but suddenly he was touched by another person, and he woke up all of a sudden, and turned his face away suddenly as if he had hit a ghost.

The curtains were opaque, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see anything.

Zhou Qi didn't move, blinked, raised his hand and touched the hand on his waist.

Just as his fingers touched the man, the man grabbed his wrist and kissed him.

Zhou Qi earns a bit and then stops.

He couldn't see who it was, but he could recognize the smell on this person.

It's Fu Ye.

Fu Ye came to look for him.

Zhou Qi didn't know when Fu Ye came, and Fu Ye didn't call him.

"Fu Ye, you..."

Fu Ye didn't say a word, and didn't let him speak.

Zhou Qi frowned and went to push Fu Ye.Fu Ye suppressed him too hard, as if he was going to break his bones, he didn't even have time to catch his breath, and without saying anything, he went to undress him in silence.

"Stop, brother," Zhou Qi felt dizzy, "I'm going to take a bath, don't mess around like this."

"No need." Fu Ye's voice was very deep, unable to hear any emotion.

Zhou Qi sat up a little bit, and wanted to pull the lamp in front of the bed, but was held down by Fu Ye. "do not move."

Zhou Qi's throat was dry and he didn't move. Fu Ye pressed him and asked, "When did you come today?"

"Did it startle you?" Fu Ye chuckled, Zhou Qi couldn't see the expression on his face, "I really shouldn't come."

Zhou Qi frowned: "No, I..."

Fu Ye kissed him and said, "Do you really want to take a bath? Then I'll carry you."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Zhou Qi didn't really understand why his boyfriend suddenly came to him to play some weird y, but it's fine if the boyfriend is happy.

Of course he might not be very happy.

Zhou Qi was fully clothed, and cold water rushed over him, from head to toe.He was kneeling in the bathtub with his shirt translucently stuck to his body. Zhou Qi wanted to stand up, but Fu Ye pushed him down, and gently came over to kiss him, not even caring about the cold water splashing on him, murmuring He said: "Be patient...be patient, can you?"

Zhou Qi was dizzy from drinking at first, but he was poured cold water on his head. He felt top-heavy and dizzy for a while, feeling like a chicken being plucked by boiling water.

"Fuck," Zhou Qi grabbed Fu Ye's wrist and stared at him, "Are you sick, Fu Mingzhi?"

Fu Ye lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you hate me?"

My mind was so hot that it was about to explode.The hair and scalp are cold, like ice

.Zhou Qi's thinking froze for a few seconds, and he said, "I like you."

Fu Ye repeated Zhou Qi's words and asked, "Do you like me?"

Zhou Qi supported the bathtub and stood up, hugged it, and pressed against Fu Ye coldly: "I really like it. I didn't go out to play around... I went to the bar and had a drink with a Russian." Zhou Qi was dizzy and couldn't tell the difference What is useful and what is nonsense, just say it all together, "I drank him down... If you tell me you are coming to me, I will definitely not go to the bar... If the alcohol smells bad, You help me adjust the warm water, I wash it, and go to bed with you."

Fu Ye raised his hand and hugged Zhou Qi as well.

He asked softly, "Zhou Qi...do you like sleeping with me?"

"I often feel ashamed," Zhou Qi whispered, "but I like you."

Fu Ye tightened his hands: "...will you be comfortable?"

Zhou Qi bit Fu Ye's ear: "It's very cool."

So why go to someone else?

Fu Ye stroked Zhou Qi's shoulders through the drenched thin shirt, and asked with a light smile, "How do you compare with others?"

Zhou Qi was stunned, let go of Fu Ye, and stared at him: "Anyone else?"

Fu Ye looked normal: "Yes."

Zhou Qi thought for a while: "It's a bit short."

Fu Ye's men were weightless for a moment, gripping Zhou Qi's shoulders tightly, his face could hardly maintain that fake indifference look.He smiled and asked, "Where is the difference?"

Zhou Qi looked at him and said, "Don't fuck me."

"Really?" Fu Ye lowered his hand, keeping it behind him, trembling slightly.

"Yeah," Zhou Qi licked his lips and looked at him eagerly, "You promise to fuck me, it must be better than my right hand."

Zhou Qi waited for a long time before coming to Fu Ye to talk, and seeing that Fu Ye's face was not right and his head was dizzy, he mixed warm water, poured it on his head for a while, and asked wetly: "Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you, do you still want to do it? "

He thought for a while, then stepped out of the bathtub barefoot: "I'm going to get a condom?"

Fu Ye didn't speak.

Until Zhou Qi came back with the box, he squeezed Zhou Qi's hand and asked calmly, "Have you used it?"

Zhou Qi didn't understand: "What did you use?"

Fu Ye was a little embarrassed, and even asked in embarrassment: "Zhou Qi, have you ever done it with someone else?"

Zhou Qi: "?"

Fu Ye hated being like a helpless woman whose boyfriend had cheated on her, asking her lover nakedly, nakedly and without grace.

His tone was very light: "What's the matter with you, do you want a person to use a condom?"

"...Yes." Zhou Qi was in a daze, and passed the box over, "This box is made in France, and I brought a box made in China. I want to see the difference between the popular models purchased by default at home and abroad. Is there any difference. I compared it, this box is a few millimeters bigger, try it, but it may be a little tight for you to wear. "

"..."

Fu Ye suddenly realized that he had done something wrong.

He measured Zhou Qi by the standard he used to measure normal people.

a.

Zhou Qi suddenly understood, and looked at Fu Ye in surprise: "...Mr. Fu, you don't fucking think I'm going whoring, do you?"

"No." Fu Ye said expressionlessly.

"Then you just..."

"You think too much, shut up."

Fu Ye tested the temperature of the water, and poured it on top of Zhou Qi's head mercilessly: "Wash it up, and don't go to the bar alone again."

I don't sleep until dawn.

It didn't get up until two o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as Zhou Qi turned over, he felt that he was split, and he woke up suddenly.

Fu Ye got up early and even changed the sheets and quilts.

Seeing Fu Ye's first words when he came in, Zhou Qi said seriously: "Tomorrow morning flight, go to bed early tonight."

Fu Yeyun glanced at him lightly: "I canceled it for you."

Zhou Qi: "??"

"When??" Zhou Qi asked.

Fu Ye said, "While you were sleeping."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Fu Ye bent down and kissed Zhou Qi's face: "Stay here for a few more days."

"……Oh."

Zhou Qi went to brush his teeth and wash his face. He has a good capacity for alcohol, and the wine he drank yesterday has not affected him much today.At least it was far less than the influence Fu Ye left on him.

The door was not closed, and Fu Ye had been quietly watching him at the door, unable to tell what he was thinking.

Zhou Qi chewed a mint leaf and kissed him: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Fu Ye's voice was very soft: "Zhou Qi, do you want...to get married?"

The author has something to say: Xiao Ming's diary:

1 What should I do if I find out that my boyfriend is cheating? How can he not want me? He lied to me when he said he loved me qaq

2 well, overestimated him