Mr Cheng

This time, Mr. Li was on a business trip. Before the business trip, he did not forget to make an agreement with Mr. Cheng to travel within the province for a week after returning.

Mr. Cheng made a strategy in advance to see which part of the province is fun and quiet. After all, neither he nor Mr. Li like the concrete forest in the city very much. If you want to travel, choose a place that is not so lively, preferably with natural scenery.

He searched Zhihu from Xiaohongshu, and from Zhihu to Weibo. After searching for a long time for other people's strategies, he strayed into a gay forum that was so pornographic that he didn't see it. The cute half-face portrait of his nephew puppy sunglasses, and a few wretched old ones privately chatted about pictures of chickens.

Mr. Cheng: "?"

Respiratory arrest and heart contraction suddenly occurred. In this situation, Mr. Cheng did not cry, but just sat on the sofa holding the mobile phone stupidly until the early morning, hungry and did not eat.

The peace in my heart was broken, so that I didn't reply to Mr. Li's message on time for a whole week.

Mr. Li, who came back, knocked on the door of Mr. Cheng's house angrily and asked the reason.

Mr. Li thought, Mr. Cheng clearly knows that he hates people not replying to his messages the most, and Mr. Cheng has been replying in seconds before. Is this the rhythm of the end of friendship?If it is, just say it, he is not glass-hearted, at most he will walk out after half a year of sadness.

Mr. Li missed Mr. Cheng so much that he was so angry that he lost his hair while he was on a business trip. He felt that the prescription of his glasses was so angry that his prescription was soaring. Who would have thought that the moment he knocked on the door this time, seeing the red circles under Mr. Cheng's eyes, his heart would thump. Chirping from steel to spring mud: "Why don't you reply to my message, are you feeling unwell?"

If Mr. Li's colleagues were present, they would definitely think that Li Xiao was pierced by the soul of a gentle mother, full of the radiance of love.

Seeing Mr. Li, Mr. Cheng burst into tears, and finally he was able to cry well: "Someone sent me a photo of his lower body."

Mr. Li squeezed the door of Mr. Cheng's house, sat on the sofa of Mr. Cheng's house familiarly, and hooked his fingers: "Give me Kangkang, what can make you not reply to my messages for six days and five nights."

Mr. Cheng was afraid that the chicken would irritate Mr. Li's beautiful eyes, so he struggled for a while, and then felt that he was indeed at fault, a big mistake. Under Mr. Li's serious and urging eyes, he obediently handed over the phone.

Mr. Li took a look, good guy.

Mr. Li raised the corners of his lips mockingly: "Why don't you have the nerve to show this kind of ugly thing to others, it would be nice to chop it up and dry it at home to appreciate it for yourself."

Immediately, he logged into Mr. Cheng's account familiarly, touched the forum, greeted each of them short and fast, and added them to the blacklist in one go.

Mr. Li turned to Mr. Cheng and said, "I've scolded you back, don't be afraid, if you encounter such a situation again, just call me."

Mr. Cheng bit his lip and looked at Mr. Li without answering.

Not looking at the face, but looking at Mr. Li's back.

Today, Mr. Li is wearing a youthful casual shirt with a hood, navy blue, and two lightning-shaped patterns on the shoulders. Mr. Li looks like an oversized black cat, for example, a handsome black panther.

"Want to bury your back?" Mr. Li raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's not impossible."

Mr. Cheng said to himself: "It's all done to people you like."

I like Mr. Li very much, just sitting next to him, let Mr. Li touch his mobile phone, it seems to be holding hands.

Mr. Cheng's drooping eyelids and trembling eyelashes fell into Mr. Li's eyes, making him ask: "Did you find it when I was away on this forum..."

Nice object?

Mr. Cheng nodded.In terms of chatting friends, there are really one or two people who have a good chat.Although they all wanted to know the Mr. Li that Mr. Cheng was talking about.

It seems that Mr. Li can be pried away through the network cable.

Mr. Li scratched his head and unbuttoned a piece of his shirt collar to breathe.Light slipped through his collar and slid into his collarbone. In the next second, Mr. Cheng's face was also pressed against his back, warm and warm, like a shy cotton cloud.

But Mr. Cheng didn't accept his behavior. He realized what he had done, and ran away first. He looked at Mr. Li with helpless eyes, and his dry lower lip was bitten by him, showing a darker color than before.

He asked himself at a loss: "If I fell in love with someone, what should I do better?"

The gentle light in Mr. Li's eyes dimmed and covered the back of Mr. Cheng's hand.

The voice of resistance in my heart was blocked, and only Mr. Cheng was in sight.

"Mr. Cheng."

"Ok?"

"Lend me." Mr. Li tapped his index finger on Mr. Cheng's lower lip, "lips."

A secret itch spread from the edge of his lips to the tips of his ears, and Mr. Cheng asked in a daze, "What?"

"The question you asked needs to be demonstrated." Mr. Li took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes blurred in the darkness of night, "Let me give you a kiss."