Difficult to quit

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Li Qinghai hugged Zhuang Yi, his hands trembled uncontrollably, so he hugged Zhuang Yi even tighter, as if he could get closer to him this way.

His voice was hoarse: "I'm not sorry for you, my brother loves you."

Zhuang Yi gritted his teeth fiercely!

A drop of water still hit Li Qinghai's hand, with warmth, as if it wanted to burn a scar in his heart.

Neither of them spoke anymore. After a while, Zhuang Yi pushed him, his voice hoarse, "5 minutes is up, let me go."

Li Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of him reluctantly.

Zhuang Yi went over with the water glass, poured him a glass of boiling water, lowered his head and put the water glass on the edge of the pool, kicked the dustpan blocking the way back to the position when he entered the door, turned and went out.

A third of the water was spilled, Li Qinghai picked up the water glass, took a small sip, it burned his lips and tongue ache.

Zhuang Yi quickly took a shower, and when he came out, Li Qinghai had already sat back on the sofa, sipping the glass of water he poured for him.

Zhuang Yi ignored him, went into the guest room and opened the closet, found a set of Zou Kai's pajamas, found a new towel, and put them on the sofa.

Li Qinghai looked up at the pajamas, "Your?"

"Someone else's." Zhuang Yi said.

Li Qinghai was more than a head taller than him, and Li Qinghai couldn't fit his clothes.

Li Qinghai said, "That won't be worn."

Zhuang Yi became angry again, and poked him forcefully, "Then you are naked!"

Li Qinghai sighed helplessly, "Okay."

"Let's be naked then," he said.

Zhuang Yi slammed the bedroom door shut with a "bang".

Li Qinghai finished drinking the water, tore off his tie and threw it on the table, and began to unbutton his shirt again.

Halfway through the solution, Zhuang Yi came out again, his eyes swept over his exposed chest muscles, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and before Li Qinghai could speak, he threw the clothes in his hand into his arms, and then turned back without saying a word. bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed again, and it seemed that it would not be opened tonight.

Li Qinghai hugged the clothes and lowered his head to inhale. There was a fresh smell of laundry detergent.

He couldn't help hooking the corners of his mouth, and went to the bathroom with his clothes in his arms.

The bathrooms in old houses are small, and there is a water heater installed on the wall next to the toilet. Li Qinghai went in and took a look around first. Toothbrushes, tooth cups, towels and other utensils are double.

Is it the little artist named "Zou Kai"?

Li Qinghai gritted his teeth and looked through these things. The good news is that one of the utensils has obviously not been touched for a while, and the bad news is that Zhuang Yi has just returned from staying at that person's house for several days.

Li Qinghai's temples were throbbing and painful, and he endured it for a long time before throwing those obtrusive things into the trash can.

The bathroom was too small and there was no place to hang clothes. Li Qinghai took off his clothes, balled them up and threw them on the washing machine, stood under the shower, and turned on the shower.

The hot water rushed down his head, soothing his spirit.

Shampoo and body wash are all on the small shelf next to it. Li Qinghai took it over and took a look. He was still the same as when he was a child, he loved to use lemon flavor.

When he was young, he didn't pay much attention to these things. He used whatever Yang Ping bought. Later, Zhuang Yi often took a bath at his house, so he bought lemon flavor according to Zhuang Yi's preference.

Li Qinghai washed himself with a fresh lemon smell, which was exactly the same as Zhuang Yi's.

He changed into the sports short-sleeves and shorts that Zhuang Yi gave him, carried his clothes out of the bathroom, and went to the guest room.

The layout of the guest room is more manageable. There is only one bed, one wardrobe and two bedside tables. There is not even a desk lamp. There are pink cartoon posters left by the previous owner on the wall.

Everywhere in the room was Zhuang Yi's carelessness.

Li Qinghai lay on the bed, the thin quilt smelled of the same type of laundry detergent as the clothes, and the mattress was a bit hard, making it uncomfortable to lie on.

The curtains in this room are very thin, and the night light can easily see through. Li Qinghai didn't sleep well. He was used to the thick and opaque curtains at home, so he expected that he wouldn't be able to sleep today.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this idea turned in his mind, he fell asleep unconsciously.

And a good night's sleep without dreams.

It wasn't until Zhuang Yi came in the next day that Li Qinghai woke up in a daze.

His mind was still not clear, looking at the bright sunlight in the room, he asked in a daze, "Is it dawn?"

Zhuang Yi rolled his eyes: "It's almost nine o'clock!"

Li Qinghai: "?"

Zhuang Yi matched his bewildered eyes, confirming that this guy really just woke up.

He walked into the room and opened the curtains with a "swipe", and the bright sunlight came in immediately.

"I'm going out later, you get up." Zhuang Yi said and went out.

Li Qinghai sat up on the bed, staring at the dust billowing and jumping under the sun, slightly dazed.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't slept like this. He always woke up at five or six in the morning, and sometimes he couldn't sleep all night.

The image of Zhuang Yi lying in the ICU repeatedly entangled his dreams. He was afraid of dreaming about that scene, and also afraid that he would forget Zhuang Yi's appearance if he didn't dream for too long. The night made him both look forward to and resist.

But now, in the guest room of Zhuang Yi's house, he woke up naturally on a bed full of sunlight, as if he had absorbed the sunshine, refreshed for a long time.

Li Qinghai pulled on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom, with the laziness of just waking up, asked Zhuang Yi: "What's for breakfast?"

Zhuang Yi expressionless: "Instant noodles."

Li Qinghai's satisfaction was discounted, and the feeling of being full of sleep awakened his pickiness when he was a teenager: "You just invite me to eat this?"

The veins on Zhuang Yi's forehead were throbbing, "What the hell do you want to eat when you sleep until almost nine o'clock? There are only instant noodles, so you'll lose your mind if you don't eat them!"

Li Qinghai frowned: "Don't swear."

Zhuang Yi: "You control—"

Li Qinghai interrupted him: "I'll cook, you talk well and make you breakfast."

Zhuang Yi's lips moved, and he forcibly swallowed back the second half of the swear words.

He glanced at Li Qinghai, "You can cook with that hand?"

Li Qinghai followed his gaze. His right hand was forced by him yesterday and squeezed by the door. The knuckles of his fingers were red and swollen, like a few carrots.

He moved for a while, and said indifferently: "It's okay, I broke my bone in a fight outside, why don't I cook for you as usual."

Zhuang Yi didn't answer.

Li Qinghai went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and heard Zhuang Yi whisper behind him: "You really..."

"It's okay." Li Qinghai answered, he really didn't care.

Zhuang Yi stopped talking.

After Li Qinghai washed up, he went to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and looked. Half of the refrigerator was filled with beer and soda, and the only food he could eat was half a box of eggs and a piece of dried onion.

To be clean is to be really clean, and to be empty is to be empty.

Li Qinghai searched around the kitchen again, and found several barrels of instant noodles, peanut oil, salt, pepper and other condiments, but it was obvious that no one had touched them for a long time.

Li Qinghai took apart two buckets of noodles and boiled them, and added two eggs.

He himself hadn't cooked for a long time, but he still had his skills. The smell of cooking instant noodles wafted to the restaurant, making Zhuang Yi, who had a habit of stomach ache in the morning, hungry.

Li Qinghai put two bowls of noodles on the table. When holding the chopsticks, he found that his right hand was really awkward. His fingers were too swollen to hold the chopsticks, so he changed the chopsticks to his left hand.

Li Qinghai learned the piano from Yang Ping since he was a child, and his left hand is much more flexible than ordinary people. After he tried it for a while, his left hand grasped the chopsticks. Although the grip was not stable, he could still eat.

Li Qinghai's left hand was slow, Zhuang Yi finished eating before him, sat there staring at him for a few minutes, got up and sat next to Li Qinghai.

"Let me check my hand." Zhuang Yi said.

Li Qinghai extended his right hand to him, and Zhuang Yi pinched his red and swollen fingers, "The bones should be fine."

Li Qinghai ate the noodles, squeezed his hands for him, and didn't even wrinkle his brows, just let out a "hmm".

Zhuang Yi went to the refrigerator to get an ice pack and put it by his hand, "Let's apply ice first."

Li Qinghai grabbed the ice pack in his hand and finished eating the noodles with one hand.

Zhuang Yi threw the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, turned his head and saw Li Qinghai's suit and tie worth tens of thousands of dollars was casually thrown on the sofa by him, he found a paper bag and stuffed it in, and handed it to Li Qinghai.

Li Qinghai took it with his left hand, and Zhuang Yi opened the door to signal him to go out first.

Li Qinghai stood still, and said with a smile, "I'm going to be driven away, can you stay longer?"

Zhuang Yi stretched out his hand and gently pushed him, saying: "No. And don't come again, I won't let you in next time you lie down on the floor."

Li Qinghai went out and asked him in a low voice: "Can I cook for you too?"

Zhuang Yi knocked on the door, lowered his head and locked it, "There are too many people who want to cook for me."

Li Qinghai was silent, "Shall I let you pinch my hands again?"

Zhuang Yi turned the key viciously, as if trying to break the key in the lock.

"No." He said, his tone icy and cold.

The two went downstairs, left the community one after the other, and walked out along the alley. When they passed the eye-catching Cayenne, Zhuang Yi's footsteps paused.

Li Qinghai looked as usual, as if he didn't know the car, he passed by the car without stopping.

Zhuang Yi then believed that he really didn't drive, the two walked to the side of the road, waved for a taxi.

Li Qinghai signaled Zhuang Yi to get in the car first: "Where are you going, I will see you off first."

"No need, it's not on the way." Zhuang Yi sat in the back seat, closed the car door with a "bang", hesitated for a moment, turned to look at him from inside the car and said, "Your hand, go to the hospital."

Hearing this, Li Qinghai bent down and lowered his head, leaned in front of him and whispered, "Zhuang Yi, what you said and did these days is more painful than pinching your hands."

Zhuang Yi looked at him indifferently, and that gaze clearly wrote: You deserve it.

After a while, he raised the glass of the car expressionlessly, signaling the driver to drive away.

Li Qinghai stood where he was sprayed with exhaust fumes. After a while, he turned around and walked back. He went to the car to get a spare suit to change. His right hand was so swollen that he couldn't hold the steering wheel at all.

Li Qinghai sighed irritably, had no choice but to walk out again, took a taxi to go to the company, turned on his mobile phone that had been shut down overnight in the car, and various WeChat messages of missed calls immediately popped up.

He called Xiao Chen, who had the most missed calls.

"Boss, you've answered the phone!" Xiao Chen's voice was crying with joy, "Today's high-level meeting at Li's side, if you don't show up again, Sister Shen will kill me alive!"

Li Qinghai couldn't help pinching the center of his eyebrows, he forgot about it.

"I'll go over now," he said, "give the spare key of my car to the driver and tell him to come to Zhuang Yi's house and drive the car away."

Xiao Chen was stunned, "Which car is the key?"

Li Qinghai laughed angrily, "The one from yesterday!"

"Oh oh oh!" Xiao Chen responded loudly, and was stunned for a second to realize: "Boss, did you sleep at Zhuang Yi's house last night?"

Li Qinghai ignored him and hung up the phone.

The author has something to say: Keke, I signed a contract~~

Then, it is still updated every other day, if there is a recommendation, it will be updated appropriately

And then, Zhuang Yi is a soft-hearted child!After all, he was his favorite person in the past, but he won't be shaken so easily, he is soft-hearted and tough, so that's it~

手动感谢每天来留言的小可爱们，啾咪~~感谢在2020-05-2420:11:13~2020-05-2611:27:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!