Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

It has been a week since Kaimolong said the phrase "I'm yours", and the Zhao Group has not been immune to it. Trading in the stock was suspended yesterday, and He Lanba is no longer interested in the fate of the Zhao Group. He just came back from school at this moment, looked up at Kaimeron's room on the second floor, always felt that he had been signed an unequal treaty, ceded the territory and opened the door wide.

Kai Molong didn't stay in the apartment during this time, saying that he had some things to deal with, and it might take ten days and a half months to come back. He Lanba was exercising on the balcony at that time, and waved his hand saying that you don't need to inform me.Kai Molong wore a dark blue shirt and black slim-fit pants, carried the railing box downstairs, put the box on the bottom of the stairs with a "click", and then walked straight to the study room of the otaku screenwriter.

He Lanba stared suspiciously at Kai Molong's back as he walked directly into his room: "What are you doing?" This is getting more and more automatic, isn't it?

Kai Molong didn't know what he was tumbling about in the room, he only heard the rustling sound of opening the cabinet and pulling the drawers. He Lanba hurried in from the balcony, only then did he see Kai Molong holding the An old slate board came out, and he blew off the dust that didn't exist on the board in a serious way.

"Why did you take my slate away?" He Lan asked the second monk.

Kemeron shook the slate at him: "Don't I need to inform you?"

"It's my stuff, of course you have to tell me..." He Lanba fell silent halfway through the sentence, and understood what Kai Molong meant, and said resignedly, "Okay, I got it, you'll be back in half a month , Be careful on your own way."

Kai Molong nodded in satisfaction, and put the slate into the suitcase: "Borrow it for half a month."

"What will you do when you take away my inspiration?" He Lanba said helplessly.

Kaimolong snapped off the lid of the box with both hands, and easily lifted the full box to his feet with one hand: "Don't you just want to hear that voice? You can call me, and I'll shoot it for you." listen."

For the first time, He Lanba lost interest in those two intoxicating dimples.

As a result, I have really run into no inspiration these days. He Lanba misses his small slate very much, and also misses Kai Molong by the way. I feel comfortable and uncomfortable, have you been abused when passing the security check?

He Lanba walked out of the study with a cigarette in his mouth, and he really couldn't do such a thing as asking Kai Molong to make a clapboard shoot.He stood in the living room, thought for a while, and went up to the second floor in three steps.

In line with the principle of respecting the privacy of the tenants, he generally would not go to the tenant's room, but Kaimeron is considered a tenant of P.When He Lanba turned the doorknob, he was still a little excited, jokingly wondering if he could see a sniper rifle in front of the window.

The door opened, and there was no sniper rifle, but Helan Ba ​​was still a little surprised.Kaimorelong's bedroom is the master bedroom, with its own bathroom and spacious space. Apart from the bed and wardrobe, it is no problem to set up a small round table for afternoon tea. bag.

The boxing bag is black, more than one meter high, with shiny chains hanging on it, looking silent and violent.Kai Molong didn't change the layout of the room, but just hung such a boxing sandbag, Helan Ba ​​suddenly felt that the tone of the whole master bedroom had changed, and the smell of Kai Molong was everywhere.

He walked over to help the boxing bag, tsk tsk, it's very heavy, is it filled with sand?If it falls, it will smash his floor into a hole.

Since Kemeron took away the slate that he was able to survive, he had no choice but to find inspiration in another way.The otaku screenwriter stood in front of the boxing bag, rubbed his hands eagerly, and then imitated a boxer and threw a punch.

The fist hit the boxing bag and made a "puchi", as if dumbfounded.Seeing that the black leather boxing bag was as stable as Mount Tai and motionless, He Lanba couldn't help showing embarrassment. He withdrew his fist, coughed and looked around, then turned around and punched again!

This time the boxing bag moved, and it moved a lot, and the chain made a groaning sound. He Lanba was overjoyed, admiring the movement of the boxing bag raised by himself, and said in his heart that you still dare to despise me , was thinking halfway, the boxing bag swung back again, and Helan Ba ​​had no time to dodge, and was hit right on the head.

The otaku screenwriter staggered back a step in embarrassment, straightened his crooked glasses, only thought that this black boxing bag looked darker than that BMW X5.He rolled up his sleeves and got serious.

It turned out that Kai Molong was playing this all the time when he had nothing to do. He Lanba adjusted his breathing while punching, and all the anger at Kai Molong for stealing his slate was released on Mr. Kai's boxing bag. The muscles on Kai Molong's body Smooth and firm, it must taste the same as this boxing bag when punched.

However, practicing boxing and yoga is a completely different feeling. He Lanba is a bit addicted, but it was a mistake not to warm up. He felt tired after practicing for a while, mainly due to the pain in his hands.He shook the back of his hands that seemed to be on fire, and sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh of relief. Maybe the bed was very comfortable to sit on, so he simply fell down on the side of the bed.

Not warming up was the first mistake, and this is obviously the second mistake.

He lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling for a while, looking for sparks of inspiration, when he heard "Tuk Tuk Tuk" knocking on the door three times.

The knock on the door was very slow and extremely dark, Helan said badly, and a carp sat up from the bed - Kaimeron was leaning against the door of the bedroom, the hand that knocked on the door was still resting leisurely on the door panel.

He was still wearing the dark blue shirt, black slim-fit pants, and Vigo saber suitcase when he left, standing quietly next to a pair of long legs. At this moment, these long legs were crossing leisurely, and Kaimeron's expression was half a smile, not a smile. Glancing at him, he straightened his shoulders leaning against the door, and carried the trolley case into the bedroom.

He Lanba let out a long sigh, propped his forehead weakly with his hands, hunched his back and froze for a long time, and then said: "I just came up to play with the boxing bag..." Believe it or not.

Kai Molong bypassed He Lanba who was sitting on the bedside with his head bowed in frustration, walked to the wardrobe and began to take off his shirt with his back to the bed, and said as he took off, "How do you know there is a boxing bag for you to play with?"

He Lanba didn't want to describe it more and more darkly, so he decided to change the subject: "Aren't you going to go for half a month?" It's only been a few days?

Kai Molong took off his dark blue shirt: "I'm back early."

He Lanba looked at the naked back, the line of Kaimerlong's back was like a bowstring, it was always stretched tightly, but with the bending of the body and the stretching of the arms, it would become more and more sexy.He Lanba sighed, "It really is a mixed blood." He got up and walked to the suitcase of the Vigo Saber, squatted down and touched the box: "Can I return my slate."

Kai Molong put his arms into the T-shirt, turned his head and glanced at the otaku squatting beside the suitcase: "The password is your birthday."

He Lanba was so numb, he bit the bullet and set his own birthday, but nothing... nothing happened, he looked up at Kaimolong in surprise.

Kai Molong had already changed into a T-shirt and NIKE sweatpants, walked over while fastening the white waist rope, and squatted opposite the surprised Helan Ba ​​with a smile: "I really thought it was your birthday?"

He Lanba really wanted to whip this girl with his slippers!Kai Molong turned the box around, entered the correct password and pressed the box to open it.Only then did He Lanba find the slate at the bottom of the neatly folded shirt, trousers and underwear.When he was flipping through his underwear, he took another look. It wasn't the flamboyant CK?

He took the slate and was about to go downstairs, but was stopped by Kai Molong from behind.

"Did you really move the boxing bag?" Kai Molong asked abruptly.

"What's wrong?" He Lanba glanced at the boxing bag, "Is it a dead body in your boxing bag?"

Kaimeron frowned, obviously turned off by his divergent plot, and paused before saying, "Hold me to see."

He Lanba was puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

Kai Molong walked over and grabbed his wrist, and turned it over to check it. Helan Ba ​​was eye-opening, Nima, you are too automatic, don't you dare to believe that my hand is on your body?

Kaimeron looked at the scratch on the back of his hand, and pursed his lips: "You don't know how to box."

Isn't this nonsense, you look like I've played boxing?After He Lanba complained in his heart, he suddenly thought of something, withdrew his hand and said, "Why don't you teach me?"

"Why are you learning this?" Cameron asked.He Lanba's hand-drawing was beyond his expectation, and he put down the hand that was still held in mid-air with some embarrassment.

"Then why are you learning this?"

Kaimeron let out a sigh of compromise, folded his arms and shrugged: "Okay, I'll teach you. The premise is that you can't use this against me."

He Lanba had a guilty look on his face, this guy must have the ability to read minds.

Kai Molong frowned and stared at the guilty-faced screenwriter: "Do you really want to practice boxing to deal with me?"

Seeing Kai Molong's gaze slipping down suddenly, He Lanba didn't know whether it fell on his mouth or his neck, but the frowning looked like he was considering whether to bite him to vent his anger.Kaimeron is too strong in all aspects, he is always unwilling to be suppressed by the opponent all the time, and it is impossible to beat Kaimeron in boxing, but his aura is always better. "Hehe, how is it possible, that is, to learn from each other."

Kaimelong vetoed it straight away: "I don't like to discuss this with you." Then he turned and walked into the room.

"Then what do you like to discuss?" He Lanba blurted out.

Kaimelong sat by the bed, patted the soft bed, his hair was a little messy when changing clothes, curled lazily on his forehead and ear temples, making his smile even more ambiguous and intoxicating.

He Lanba immediately made a stop gesture.

after an hour.underground garage.

Kai Molong looked at the BMW X5 next to Xiao Jinbei, and turned to Helan Ba ​​next to him in disbelief: "I gave you all the car keys, have you ever thought about cleaning it when I'm not around?"

He Lanba looked innocently at the white and shiny Mr. X5, "It's very clean."

"Is it dirty to the extent that the naked eye can see it?" Kai Molong disagreed.

He Lanba looked at Kaimolong up and down like a diorama, the BMW X5 is the cleanest car in the vicinity, okay?You have to be particular about it.On the day Kaimelong left, he went to wash the car, and he still gave priority to BMW. His own little gold cup was washed only the next day.Fuck it, it's just thankless.

Kai Molong shook his head and opened the car door: "Go to the car wash first and then go to dinner."

"Don't worry about it, I won't go." He Lanba waved his hand, turned around and walked back, losing his appetite at all, why are you so hard to serve!

"Eat first and then wash the car." Kai Molong changed his words behind his back, seeing that He Lanba didn't respond, he raised his voice again, "Only eat." The tone of compromise was very obvious, and then he added a sentence as if trying to persuade himself , "I'll wash the car tomorrow."

"Why are you rushing to have dinner with me?" He Lanba sighed and turned around, "I haven't washed my hair for three days, and I don't think three days is too long."

Cameron frowned: "I thought it was normal for our current relationship to have dinner together."

"The point is not this." He Lanba emphasized.

With one hand propped on the roof of the BMW and the other on the open door, Kaimeron raised his head to look at the roof of the garage in distress. After thinking for a long time, he finally looked away and said, "Three days is not long at all."

He Lanba adjusted his glasses, feeling satisfied for the time being.