Dedicated to spoiling young masters

"Come up with a bad idea, tell me to talk about love..."

A beating was going on in the living room. The house in the mass grave had one great advantage. We could get weapons at hand. Those paper cups, takeaway boxes, wine bottles, and dirty clothes all fell on Wen Youle.

This kid is really annoyed!

"Stop making trouble, how the hell do I know that your mouth is not a normal species..." Wen Youle grabbed the quilt, wrapped Che Yan completely, and took the can from Che Yan's hand with a playful smile: "Besides, You haven't tried all the methods I mentioned, it can only be that this method doesn't work."

Che Yan was panting with anger, stepped on his feet, tore off the quilt, turned around and sat heavily on the sofa covered in clothes, completely ignoring any unclean things.

He was crazy in his heart, he felt humiliated, uncomfortable, and a little sad, and he couldn't figure out what Fang Donglin's reaction meant. He didn't say a word, turned around and left, without saying a whole night Excuse me.

When your heart is beating and your blood is surging, he suddenly pours a handful of ice water, and then takes good care of you as usual. What the hell is going on with the hot and cold?

Che Yan couldn't get angry with Fang Donglin, so he took Wen Youle as a punching bag.

Wen Youle thinks that he has studied so many things about men and men, but Che Yan and his wife are different. Even though they threw things at him, Che Yan hit him in the wrong direction. This kid has a real heart.

"Calm down." Wen Youle brought him a can of soda.

With a sidelong glance at Wen Youle, Che Yan snatched the soda and took a sip.

"I can't stand this matter. It's because your husband doesn't cooperate." Wen Youle defended himself: "But you have to believe me, men are lower body animals, he will definitely be captured by you."

Che Yan no longer wants to believe Wen Youle: "You know what the hell."

"Don't be angry." Wen Youle coaxed him: "I guess you, a man, feel that you have to start over with you to be too tired to react like that. How about this, or you just start."

"How do you do it? Let me see." Che Yan glared at him viciously.

Wen Youle lowered his head and sighed: "Hey, your husband is really attractive. It's not that I don't want to marry him, it's that I already have my own heart, and I want to guard myself like a jade." He said with a look of spring on his face.

Vomit... Che Yan felt a little sick to his stomach, and I don't know if Wen Youle can also pick up customers. He should have a lot of experience. That's why Che Yan listened to him.

"You use your body to seduce you. If you are indifferent like this, it can only mean that there is something wrong with his marriage with you." Wen Youle lit a cigarette, and there was a thoughtful look on his evil face.

This seems to make sense, think about Fang Donglin's words and deeds, think about this extremely abnormal married life, unless the marriage had problems before he lost his memory, Che Yan also thought about it.

Just after taking two puffs, Wen Youle's phone rang, he answered the phone, frowned and refused after listening to a few words: "It's so early, don't go, I'm saving all sentient beings."

Said again on the phone.

"What, Kanai!!" Wen Youle's face suddenly turned girlish, and he changed his words in great surprise: "Okay, I'll be there soon."

"Ah! He's here!!" He held Che Yan's shoulders, and said in a panic, "What should I do, what should I do?"

Che Yan pushed him away, and said with concern, "Who is it?"

Wen Youle took a deep breath, eyes full of coquettish eyes: "My god, my God, my Xiaoju is so nervous!"

Che Yan: "..."

So the matter of saving sentient beings was put on hold, Wen Youle rushed to the room, took the car keys and went out, and even blasted the car words, before leaving, he did not forget to explain: "Do as I said, you can do it .”

This guy sucks...

The balcony was facing the west, and in the afternoon, there was plenty of light. Fang Donglin didn't drink tea there today, so Che Yan went over and sat down.

The bright green grass in the distance is covered with greenish-yellow by the sunlight, the color makes people tired eyes, and the damp heat in the air makes people depressed.

Che Yan's thoughts were a little confused, and he adjusted his sight a few times, but he just looked at the closed study.

He didn't know anything about this man, and he didn't know anything about himself. The only real thing was that he liked Fang Donglin. Maybe it was because the previous relationship was still there, so he felt the same way.

If Fang Donglin accepts it naturally, shouldn't they be a good couple?

Fang Donglin is really kind to Che Yan, that kind of favor reveals pampering everywhere, and occasionally seeing the tenderness in his eyes always affects Che Yan's mood.

But why didn't he be nice to me? Che Yan covered his forehead and felt ironic when he was in a predicament. Some time ago, he was disgusted by such things, but now he is flattering and flattering, and he doesn't care at all. It seems to be possessed by an evil spirit.

Maybe Wen Youle is right, they need to break this deadlock, need in-depth communication, especially need to know why they got married, their previous relationship experience...

"Fang Donglin, I want to talk to you." Che Yan knocked on the door and said.

In fact, the door was unlocked, but Fang Donglin still got up and came to open the door, holding a teacup in his hand, still smiling like that, but a little less calm.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was low, so he put on a thin cardigan, which was a little more elegant, put down his teacup, and poured milk tea for Che Yan.

Originally there was only one desk, but in order for Che Yan to study, a round glass table was pressed against the window, covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth, two rattan chairs, and there were a few math textbooks scattered on it. It looked abandoned.

Fang Donglin doesn't know how to urge Che Yan to study, let alone force him. In fact, Che Yan can do whatever he wants.

"Sit down and talk." Fang Donglin opened the chair for him.

Che Yan took a breath, sat down and drank half of the milk tea, and gained momentum: "I want to know about our past, did you chase me, or did I chase you, when did you go to bed, when did you get married .”

Fang Donglin was as quiet as the moon in the sky, Han Tan's eyes looked at Che Yan, he didn't speak, and he didn't look like he had nothing to say.

Che Yan thought he was looking for another excuse, so he cut it off: "Don't say anything until I recover my memory. I'm not stupid. I confessed to you, but you pushed me away. What do you mean? Ah, you didn't talk about our relationship immediately when I woke up, I won't make trouble with you, but don't play around with me as an idiot."

"Childhood sweetheart..." Fang Donglin said lightly, and turned his eyes to the water in the tea cup, watching the dark green tea leaves lying on the bottom of the cup one by one, the indescribable calm, the meaning of missing, as if those memories were there Slowly unwind in a cup of tea.

Childhood sweetheart... Che Yan was a little taken aback by these four words.

"In the second year of junior high school, you fell into the lake. After I rescued you, you said that if you were a girl, you would fall in love with me." Fang Donglin smiled lightly, and raised his eyes to the distance outside the window, as if seeing that day. In the fog and frost in winter, the lake was really cool, but that day, he blushed.

Che Yan shuddered, his cheeks were slightly hot, as if he had also watched the picture of that memory, although it was only imagined, it was enough to make him feel overwhelmed.

"So...it's me..." Che Yan guessed, a little nervous.

"I've been chasing you for many years. We only got married a month before your accident." Fang Donglin looked back into Che Yan's eyes, reuniting the past with the present, only to realize that facing Che Yan, his lies will never be wrong. very smooth.

How many years is how many years! ! !Can you not say so poetic, Che Yan looks crazy, Nima... It doesn't look like you chasing me, it's obviously me chasing you, wow.

No, I need to find out.

Che Yan drank the remaining half cup of milk tea, and asked, "A few years is a few years, don't talk about the beginning and the end, what about the middle, tell me everything in the middle, otherwise how can I restore my memory and make the words clear..."

It seems that his intelligence is already normal, and the medicine has worked. Fang Donglin watched quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he talked a little too much, probably because of the influence of the man opposite him.

Che Yan blushed and kept talking, like a nagging lover... Fang Donglin felt that life seemed to be peaceful again, and there was a precious touch of sweetness, a bit like a dream, a dream that he had never had before ...

"I'm talking, are you listening or not? Answer all my questions one by one. I want... um..."

Grass!you kiss me! ! !

Why not say hello! ! !

Fang Donglin, why don't you follow the routine! ! ! !

When Che Yan was talking indignantly, Fang Donglin's quiet hand could make unexpected movements with just a slight lift. Only in this way, this irritable little trapped beast would stop and solve their mutual troubles.

He held Che Yan's chin, and kissed deeply, his lips met, and his heart was connected. In the sunset at the window, it cleverly overlapped with an oil painting on the bookshelf.

Of course, you can't indulge in it. After a short kiss, Fang Donglin quickly sat back in the chair, calm and calm, as if nothing happened just now.

Che Yan's breathing turned red all over his body, and his heartbeat had already turned on the motor mode, which was so sudden that he was a little dazed and dizzy, as if he had just passed through the clouds and mist.Shui Ling's eyes were dizzy with a light layer of water vapor, unfortunately, the chicken moved, Che Yan's brain was a little bit blank, staring at the empty glass in a panic, his face was very red in the setting sun.

What's the situation now, what were they talking about just now?Ma Dan, forgot! !

"That... um..." Che Yan faltered, frantically urging in his heart, say, say something, this is the time, why is his mouth not up to date, move on to the next step, the next step!

Wait, did I push him, or did he push me!

At this time, Fang Donglin's face was magnified in front of him again, and he put his hands on Che Yan's shoulders on both sides. His eyes were dark and he didn't know what to look at. Then he suddenly kissed Che Yan on his forehead.

Let me go, Fang Donglin, you need to be spurred to take action. If I had known that I would get angry a few more times and engage in domestic violence a few times, would you be more enthusiastic? Che Yan's eyes fluttered and he couldn't help blushing With a smile.

Fang Donglin held Che Yan in his arms, with his chin on his hair, in a doting tone, but asked seriously: "Will you... regret it?"

Che Yan's mood was like being on the top of a roller coaster, his eyes were shining brightly, he stared at Fang Donglin firmly and said, "I'm already married, why do I regret it!"

Fang Donglin's hands trembled, and he looked back at the computer on the desk, his expression sank again, reality always sounded the alarm in the dream.

After all, people are selfish. After meditating all night last night, Fang Donglin made preparations for eternal doom. While frowning, he also tightened his arms. At least at this time, Che Yan is still his...

Che Yan heard the irregular beating of Fang Donglin's chest, which was the same as his own. This feeling was similar to the sunshine and snow in spring, melting in the clean blood, soaking in the tip of the heart, and it had a magical connection with that elegant taste Chemical reaction - sympathy.