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What the hell is in here...

Che Yan pondered for a while with the USB flash drive. After dinner, it was time for him to watch TV.

|Keep watching in the dark|

This is the first sentence displayed on the pure black screen of the TV, in white font.

What the hell, you have to be in the dark to see it. After being puzzled for a while, Che Yan honestly turned off the lights in the entire living room, and suddenly couldn't see his fingers. When he returned to the sofa, he bumped into the corner of the coffee table.

Since Wen Youle is bragging so much, it must be something blinding. It must not be Wen Youle's live broadcast, Che Yan prayed.

After pressing the play button, Che Yan watched intently with curiosity.

The first is the sound effect of a gust of wind, slowly, with a bit of a refreshing autumn atmosphere.

...After half a minute, the screen remained black and there was no sound. Che Yan frowned and stared at it for a long time.

Is it because the image is broken after a long time?

Che Yan went up to check strangely, in front of the TV cabinet and very close to the TV screen.

Snapped!An unexpected picture suddenly fell in front of my eyes, a bloody face took up half of the screen, as if it was about to emerge from the TV, that face stared at Che Yan with big eyes, the skin on the face was festered, cracked, and collapsed , the eyeballs were pulled down together with the thick plasma, and white maggots crawled out from the mouth and nostrils, wriggling one by one, making the sound of gnawing...

"what!!!!!"

Che Yan was so frightened that he was about to spit out his gall.

Hearing the cry of fear, Fang Donglin rushed out of the study, saw that Che Yan was too frightened to move, immediately turned on all the lights and unplugged the TV cable.

Fang Donglin hugged Che Yan distressedly, patted his back gently with his hands: "It's okay...it's just a movie scene."

In the most defenseless state of his nerves, being so frightened, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. Che Yan crawled into Fang Donglin's arms to seek shelter, and it took him a long time to recover, but the image kept flashing in his mind. too deep.

"Wen Youle showed it to you?" Fang Donglin saw the USB flash drive on the set-top box and asked, while hugging Che Yan to the sofa, he said with relief, "Did he not tell you that it was a horror movie?"

When Wen Youle was mentioned, Che Yan's fear immediately turned into thunder and anger. He stood up from Fang Donglin's arms and walked towards the door.

"It's eight o'clock now, he's not at home, it's just a prank, let's go tomorrow." Fang Donglin pulled him, his heart ached, Che Yan's face turned blue just now.

Wen Youle is on the night shift, this point is really not there, no wonder he is asked to watch it at night, this bastard is too out of shape.

Che Yan was so angry that his teeth were itching, and his fists were tightly pulled: "What time does he get off work?" Turning around, Fang Donglin asked.

Fang Donglin gave him a glass of milk: "Don't waste your energy, Wen Youle's job is not a clock-in and commute, it's okay, watch some other TV to distract attention, I'll accompany you."

"Why is it all right? You don't know that I was so frightened that I nearly peed my pants." Che Yan said angrily, and turned back to drink the milk to suppress the shock.

Che Yan had milk froth on his mouth, full of indignation, and looked like a frightened little monster in front of Fang Donglin, which made people feel distressed and a little bit happy to see.

"Didn't you only watch half of One Piece?" Fang Donglin turned on the TV again, played the hot-blooded animation, and waved to Che Yan on the sofa: "Come on, this will dilute your sense of fear."

Fang Donglin's gentleness can convey spiritual healing power, like a tranquilizer, Che Yan took a few steps violently, and then lay in his arms.

Che Yan tilted his head to look at the screen, Fang Donglin pampered him with his hand, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead, which really calmed Che Yan down.

"Tell me, as the captain, Luffy can never get enough to eat. He has a stomach of a huge sea. He spends all his money on eating. Prodigal! Where did their money come from?" Che Yan began to complain, so that he could disperse The lingering feeling of being frightened just now.

"It's from the sea." Fang Donglin cooperated with him.

Che Yan: "No, I haven't seen them fishing for gold in the sea. Luffy is a capable person, so he can't go into the sea."

Fang Donglin: "I mean what he eats comes from the sea. A fish is bigger than a boat, enough to eat for a while."

Che Yan: "He's really good at eating!"

Fang Donglin: "There are too many fish in the sea to eat."

Che Yan: "..."

In the past, Fang Donglin seldom expressed his opinions, and what Che Yan said was what he said. How can he learn to complain today?I really can't figure you out.

After a while, Che Yan brushed aside and asked, "There are always beauties around Lu Fei, why doesn't he even glance at them?"

Fang Donglin: "I don't like women."

When the opportunity came, Che Yan blinked and asked again: "Do you like men?"

Fang Donglin: "I like fish!"

Che Yan: "..."

Fang Donglin, what are you pretending to be in your mind! !Che Yan bumped him in the stomach uninterestedly.

Seeing that it was past ten o'clock, Fang Donglin asked Che Yan to wash up, sent him to his room to sleep, and turned off the light for him when he left. As soon as the light went out, Che Yan sat up suddenly.

"Leave the lights on."

Still looking a little scared, Fang Donglin turned around and kissed him on the forehead: "Okay, don't turn it off, if you are afraid, just turn on the music and sleep."

Play that soothing music for Che Yan, and adjust the volume to the most suitable position.

"Fang Donglin..." Che Yan really didn't want him to leave, and looked at the elegant man at the door with watery eyes. He was tall, and his figure gave people a sense of security.

How can this look not affect Fang Donglin? I was so startled just now, and I feel distressed.

Fang Donglin turned around, sat down beside Che Yan's bed, stroked his head, the hair was very soft: "It's okay, go to sleep, I'll watch you sleep before leaving."

"Okay..." Che Yan felt relieved, nodded and smiled, and slowly lay back under the covers.

The gentle music is like the soft sun, slowly floating in the air, like being on a calm sea level, rising to the blue tranquility, no matter what mood you are in, you can't refuse such a sense of intoxication, that dizzying intoxication People around me, Fang Donglin...

This sleeping face was as pure as before, clearer than a clear spring, Fang Donglin looked at it with some infatuation, with a smile called happiness on the corner of his mouth.

"Che Yan, I'm so happy..." As he spoke, Fang Donglin kissed him lightly on the lips before slowly getting up and leaving the room silently.

After breakfast, Che Yan rushed to the opposite door immediately.

He filled a bowl of ice water in Wen Youle's kitchen, went to the bedroom, and poured it into Wen Youle's clothes.

"Ah! What, what is it!" Wen Youle jumped up from the bed, baring his teeth and claws from the stimulation. The sudden coldness almost froze his nerves.

When he turned around and saw Che Yan's angry eyes, Wen Youle was a little confused, and when he saw the bowl in his hand, his eyes turned red immediately: "Che Yan, what's wrong with you, you actually play the ice bucket challenge? What day is it, I'm going to catch a cold!"

Che Yan smiled slantingly: "You reminded me, the ice bucket challenge, the amount of this bowl is really too small." He said and walked towards the kitchen.

The signs were wrong, Wen Youle hurried to catch up: "Oh, Lord, what's the matter? I didn't offend you."

Thinking of what happened last night, Che Yan became furious: "You bastard, what a good thing you said, I was almost scared to death."

"Oh... that..." Although Wen Youle was a little guilty, he was not too ashamed. He turned around and took off his wet pajamas, put on a loose T-shirt casually, and only wore underwear, showing his slender body. The legs are quite white.

Seeing his lack of sampling, Che Yan became even more angry, and kicked him on the calf: "You fucking tricked me again, I'll kill you."

"Hey, hey, don't be impulsive, listen to me, listen to me." With a playful smile, Wen Youle coaxed Che Yan, who was half his head, to the sofa and sat down.

As soon as Che Yan sat down, he immediately picked up the dirty clothes beside him and threw them in his face: "Why didn't you say it was a horror movie? Are you messing with me on purpose?"

Wen Youle nodded frankly: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

Che Yan's eyebrows were on fire: "Wen Youle, I'm not done with you." In the next second, he raised his foot and kicked Wen Youle's crotch.

"Hey, Ancestor, I keep kicking here." Wen Youle hurriedly jumped away, covering the place with both hands: "Listen to me, if I tell you it's a horror movie, will you be frightened? can not see."

Che Yan's head was about to smoke. He suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth and asked, "So, this is a special prank you want to play on me? Are you fucking free?"

Wen Youle sat on the ground, and lit a cigarette for himself cheaply: "Let me ask you, did Fang Donglin treat you well last night?"

! !Che Yan was stunned for a moment, but thinking back, it seemed that Fang Donglin really cared for him last night, and it was because he felt sorry for him and scared him.

Wen Youle looked at him with a smirk: "You idiot, you must have missed the opportunity."

"What chance?" Che Yan was still on fire: "Don't try to drag me in again."

Just you idiot, do you still need to go around?

"Axi!" Wen Youle covered his forehead with a cigarette between his hands, then puffed out the cigarette, and asked, "You were really scared last night, right?"

Che Yan: "Nonsense!"

Wen Youle: "Does Fang Donglin love you very much?"

Che Yan: "..."

Wen Youle: "So why don't you cherish this opportunity to throw yourself in your arms?"

Che Yan: "..."

Wen Youle smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, it's not too late. When you go to bed tonight, you pretend to be scared and ask him to sleep with you. Doesn't this solve your current problem?"

"He loves you, so he will definitely nod, you must be able to act like a baby, isn't it an opportunity to be so scared?" Wen Youle added: "As long as this man gets into bed, even a god will be tempted! "

Well, being subdued by Wen Youle again, Che Yan's arrogance disappeared, and he asked with confirmation: "Really... yes?"

"Don't be so stupid, I won't fool you with anyone, I have a conscience after eating so much of you." Wen Youle said earnestly: "I wanted to send you a message last night. , I drank too much and forgot."

"You're smart, you're powerful, you haven't seduced that Kanai for three months, are you qualified to criticize me?" Che Yan mocked.

Che Yan knew that Wen Youle was chasing a man, and he was still his guest. Up to now, he has been turned away every time.

When Kanai was mentioned, Wen Youle's girlish face appeared again, her eyes were peach blossoms, she looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and she sighed again and again: "My Uncle Kanai...my Xiaoju, when will you Willing to pick..."

Che Yan: "..."