Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

Meng Yeruo was at work, and Wei Jin was busy with opening a cake shop, neither of them were at home.

The first thing he did when he got home was to turn on the air conditioner and close the door. Meng Yu jumped to the kitchen and took two vanilla-flavored sweets from the fridge.

He went home to change his clothes first, and now he was wearing a casual short jacket and short sleeves, all in black.

All in black, old P off!

Pushing open the door, Wei Borong, who was lazily lying on the bed, came into view. For a moment, this common saying was the only thing that came to Meng Yu's mind.

Rolling his eyes, Meng Yu couldn't be bothered to talk to him, so he threw cute things at Wei Borong's face, regardless of whether it would hit his bed and make it dirty.

Thanks to Wei Borong's quick response, he stood up and caught Keiduo.

The cold touch spreads around the palm, slightly wet.

Wei Borong tore open the package and lost most of it in one gulp.

Meng Yu glanced at it to see how cute it was just torn apart, and licked it in small bites, eating very politely.

"What are you doing at my house? You don't have an air conditioner?" Meng Yu pulled the chair under the air conditioner.

"There is no air conditioning."

"You are lying to a pig, how bad is the house type of this building, I was blind and didn't see that lump on your wall!"

Wei Bo laughed redundantly: "Whatever you say is what you say."

Meng Yu groaned twice but didn't make another sound, focusing on the sweet and delicious taste.

Under the air-conditioning, Meng Yu squinted his eyes comfortably, and his soft hair swayed slightly upside down.

Wei Borong lay on the soft quilt, resting his chin on his arms and watching Meng Yu quietly. Meng Yu seemed to be enjoying himself, and Chen Jing was so obedient when he was not talking.

For some reason, Wei Borong's dull mood suddenly brightened, he couldn't help smiling, and ate the last bite of crispy skin.

"Meng Yu," Wei Borong carefully licked his finger with some chocolate on his finger when tearing off the package.

Meng Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, and seeing his sullen look, he cursed inwardly, without showing it on his face, and asked in a nonchalant manner, "What are you doing?"

"I want a wet tissue, or you can take me to the toilet." He spread out the licked finger to Meng Yu, and the meaning was clear.

Meng Yu got up and opened the door, "Go to the toilet, go straight and turn left."

Wei Borong smiled coldly, jumped out of bed and walked to Meng Yu by the door, while he was staring at him unprepared, he stroked his chin with his sticky fingers, the touch was as light as a feather.

"Disgusting!" Meng Yu showed disgust and took a few steps back.

The curvature of Wei Borong's lips showed his good mood.

"What a lovely reaction."

"roll."

You are cute, and your whole family is cute!

Meng Yu didn't care about being praised as cute. The word "cute" was suitable for girls, but not for him.

Wei Boxuan washed quickly without wiping his hands, his hands were full of water, when he saw Meng Yu, he slapped his hands in the face twice mischievously.

Water droplets splashed onto Meng Yu's face, Meng Yu's face turned cold instantly, his chewing mouth stopped, and he stared coldly at the perpetrator.

"Wei Borong, try again!" As a patient suffering from mild cleanliness, Meng Yu couldn't accept this kind of "little joke" from the bottom of his heart.

That's disgusting, that's the water he washed his hands in!

Unexpectedly, Wei Borong really shook him again.

Meng Yu frowned angrily, and rushed forward to beat him as if he saw an enemy, but as soon as he touched Wei Borong's face, he was grabbed by his wrist and turned backwards.

Wei Borong jumped up and pressed the person on the bed. Meng Yu's cuteness fell on the back cover and soaked the quilt cover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Yu watched helplessly as the quilt was covered with puddles of water, and anger rushed to his head.

"Wei Borong, you fucking picked up that thing on the bed and threw it away. Look at what you did! If you don't wash my quilt cover today, you won't be able to go back!"

"Just right, I don't want to go back either."

"Why are you so thick-skinned? You! I tell you, if you don't wash this piece, I will, I will..."

Wei Borong pressed down his upper body viciously, pressed his warm lips against Meng Yu's ear, and exhaled twice.

"Just what?"

"I'll go to your mother and say that you bullied me, beat me and kissed me. I'll let your mother know that you are a pervert!"

People who are angry are always easy to be dominated by emotions and talk nonsense, and the words are completely out of their mouths. Meng Yu regrets it to death, how can he be talking nonsense!

Wei Borong didn't feel angry about this, instead he hummed and laughed.

Meng Yu bared his teeth and stared at him, his eyes were bloodshot.

"why are you laughing?"

"I've come out of the closet. You said it. It's too late for her to be happy."

Meng Yu didn't understand what "coming out" meant, so he asked suspiciously, "What coming out?"

"My mom knows I'm gay, and she also..." the words cut off suddenly.

Meng Yu's expression softened, and he looked at him curiously, "And what?"

"It's nothing."

"Wei Borong, you are really annoying, you always talk in half every time, it's very exciting, isn't it!"

"Not very cool."

"Then don't tell me!"

There was a smirk on Wei Borong's lips, "It's really cool."

... If he can beat him, Meng Yu will definitely turn himself into a serf and sing.

"You don't want to cut your hair, but when do you want to wear your Mei Chaofeng hair?"

Weibo was silent for a few seconds, then let go.

……

It's been a long time since I've had a brand new sense of comfort, and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

Without the rubbing hair, the top of the head is much cooler.

Wei Borong left the barbershop calmly. While drying the hair of the customer, the elderly boss looked back at him with enthusiasm comparable to the blazing sun.

"The handsome guy will come back to me next time when his hair grows!" The boss narrowed his eyes with a smile, very satisfied with the new hairstyle he made by himself.

Wei Boxuan said with a faint smile, "Okay."

Meng Yu glanced at Wei Borong strangely, and asked in a low voice next to him: "Really come back next time? Are you going to keep this hairstyle?"

Most of the people who come and go on the street are old people who have just taken their children from the kindergarten, chatting and going home in the face of the prosperous glow.

"Is this hairstyle not good-looking?" Passing by a pair of grandpa and grandson, the child looked back at him, Wei Borong looked down at the child coldly, without showing a kind and innocent smile, the three-year-old child seemed to be trapped Shocked, stupefied, his grandfather didn't respond to what he said.

Meng Yu noticed the strangeness of the child, so he couldn't help pulling Wei Bo's arm, "It's not that you don't look good, anyway, you look like that, but this hair is too short, it looks a bit strange, and you just cut your hair I'm scared of a child, I don't think you are suitable for this hairstyle!"

"I'm so scary?" Wei Borong turned his head and looked at Meng Yu seriously.

"No, it's fine, as long as you like it."

Wei Borong snorted coldly, touched his prickly short hair, it was indeed short, and it wasn't so stuffy anymore.

Meng Yu quietly sized him up. In fact, it's not that scary, but he has a... ruffian air?

After cutting his hair, his whole demeanor changed drastically. When he had long hair, he looked dull. If he didn't speak, he would give people the impression of "this is a gloomy guy". With a short cut, his facial features were completely exposed. It looks very ruffian, and a bit like a gangster in society.

Occasionally, the gangsters who hang around the gate of No. [-] Middle School like to wear this kind of hairstyle. They are either dyed colorfully and wish they could build a rainbow bridge, or they are all in a solid color.

In short, Meng Yu didn't have a good impression of Cun Tou because he once had a fight with Cun Tou punks.

……

The divorce was quick, after discussing property and Wei Borong's custody issues, and completing all the procedures, Wei Jin took Wei Borong and left City B. The first thing he did when he settled in City Y was to improve his relationship with his parents. The original surname of Wei Borong.

City Y is Wei Jin's natal family. She is from City Y and was admitted to a university in City B. During her graduate studies, she met Wei Borong's father, and the two quickly established a relationship and got married.

The change in marriage was not because Wei Borong's father cheated or did something, the problem was Wei Jin.

Wei Jin opened a cake shop in City B, Wei Borong's father filed for divorce, Wei Jin didn't think that life could continue, so he changed hands of the shop early and returned to City Y to continue his old business.

The consumption level of Y city is medium, the cost of renting a shop is □□, and the location is more than [-]. The address Weijin chose is near the Third Foreign Language Experimental Middle School. It is not a bustling market. The advantage is that it is near the school and there are communities around. , the monthly rent is about [-].

The shop is being renovated, and because of being busy with the shop, Wei Jin has been leaving early and returning late this week, only the day when she invited Meng Yeruo to her house as a guest did she get short of breath.

Today, for the first time ever, Wei Jin came home after seven o'clock, and Wei Borong just went to the living room to fetch water with a cup in his hand.

When the mother and son met, in the living room, Wei Borong's slender and straight figure turned a corner and went to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water.

"Have you had your hair cut?" Wei Jin asked calmly, without a fluctuating response, as if the other party was just a passerby who met by chance.

"En." Wei Borong did the same.

The short conversation ended with the bubbling sound of the water dispenser.

"Have you eaten yet?" Wei Jin bent over to change her shoes.

Wei Borong was about to go back to the room with a water glass in his hand, when he heard the words that he had eaten in a vague way, he ignored her and left a back view.

The empty living room is spacious and quiet, with no breath of life.

The closed door kept Wei Jin out, she stood quietly in the porch for a few minutes, silently looking at the painted red door.

Wei Jin didn't ask Wei Borong whether he made the takeaway by himself, and Wei Borong didn't bother to say that it was at Meng Yu's house.

……

There were no classes on Sunday, and Meng Yeruo's art training institution had more students than usual. Her classes were scheduled until evening, and correspondingly, there was overtime pay.

The Sunday arrangement has always been that Meng Yeruo goes to work, Meng Yu smokes two cigarettes in the room, and the rest of the time is evenly distributed between cleaning and writing questions.

The cigarettes were all taken away by Wei Borong. Early in the morning, Meng Yeruo had just left the house, and Meng Yu immediately went downstairs. There was a snack shop opposite the first floor, which also sold tobacco and alcohol.

Most of Meng Yu's cigarettes are bought there.

The man in charge of the shop was a short, fat old man in his fifties who wore his hair all day long. Together with his wife, when Meng Yeruo and Meng Yu first moved in, the old couple had already opened this small shop. up.

I heard that the old couple had a son who was driving a truck and died of exhaustion. In the third year after the accident, the daughter-in-law and the youngest daughter remarried to other provinces.

The two old people liked Meng Yu very much, and every time he went shopping, he would give him some snacks. They went back and forth, and Meng Yu and the two old people were as close as their own family.

The old man got up early, the small shop was already open, and the gray-haired old lady was sweeping the door. It was actually very clean, but she was used to getting up early to clean up.

"Xiaoyu, you came here just after seeing your mother leave, what are you doing up so early?" Mr. Wang's voice was like a bell, full of confidence, and he looked really tough.

"Grandma Wang, Grandpa Wang, I'm here to buy cigarettes and lighters." In this hidden place, there is no need to worry about the bottom line being touched by the sale of tobacco and alcohol to minors.

"Oh, your adults still smoke!" Grandpa Wang said, he had already found the Yunyan that Meng Yu often bought, but in fact he had never met Meng Yu's father at all.

Ten yuan a pack, when the addiction is small, can be worth a month.

Every time Meng Yu came to buy cigarettes and alcohol, it was his father who made excuses. However, that non-existent father was living a happy life with his wife and daughter in the bustling metropolis in the north.

Meng Yu only dated that man a few times when he was very young, and the time has passed so long that his impression has become blurred.

"Yes, thank you, Grandpa Wang. I'll be back first." He received cigarettes with one hand and gave money with the other. In this era of widespread use of electronic products for payment, Mr. Wang and his wife always received cash.

They are all old people who stick to the rules and are unwilling to make changes, and at the same time they are guarding the empty place in their hearts.