Thriller Night Talk

Tuesday, August 8, at 3:[-] noon.

The night before was so exhausting that Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan slept until noon. If they weren't so hungry, they might have slept until dark.

When Beiquan opened his eyes, the scorching sun at noon was shining on his face through the gap in the curtains, making his eyes dazzled, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it.

But as soon as he moved, he clearly felt a weight firmly pressing down on his arm - Wei Fuyuan's arm was crossing his body, as if afraid that he would escape, locking him firmly in the into his arms.

Beiquan smiled, quite helplessly, but also faintly feeling sweet.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the person beside him, and what he saw was a sharp jaw.

Beiquan felt that Wei Fuyuan might not have woken up yet, so he lightly supported his silly Erha's arm, intending to move away quietly.

But Wei Fuyuan reacted immediately.

With a stretch of his long arm, he hugged Beiquan even tighter, pressed his chin against the top of his lover's head, buried his head in the soft chestnut hair and rubbed gently, as if dissatisfied, deeply took a deep breath.

"Now that you're awake, get up."

Beiquan pushed Wei Fuyuan, "It's getting late, let's go have lunch."

Wei Fuyuan was indeed hungry.

But the quilt—especially the quilt with Beiquan here was so comfortable that he felt extremely struggling.

Wei Fuyuan closed his eyes and snorted twice like a big dog playing tricks, and wrapped Beiquan firmly in his arms with his hands and feet, muttering in his mouth: "I'm not awake yet..."

Beiquan simply stretched out his hand and pinched Wei Fuyuan's waist and eyes.

Wei Fuyuan screamed and finally opened his eyes.

"stand up."

Beiquan took the opportunity to break free from Wei Fuyuan's arms, sat up, "Wash up, go downstairs and eat when you're full."

It's summer vacation now, which is the hottest time of the year in Fengxing City, both of them are wearing light clothes.

From Wei Fuyuan's current point of view, Beiquan was sitting with his back to him, a thin silk pajamas stuck to his body, outlining the skinny but still contoured texture lines, especially the two beautiful shoulder blades. Beiquan raised his arms slightly as he supported the bed, really like a butterfly's wings.

Wei Fuyuan also sat up, hugged Beiquan from behind, put his head on Beiquan's shoulder, and rubbed against his shoulder repeatedly, "Then after lunch...do you want to sleep together?"

He deliberately added an accent to the word "sleep", making the meaning of this sentence extremely ambiguous.

However, Beiquan didn't intend to accept the move at all.

He pretended that he didn't understand at all, took off the super-large pendant on his back, put on a summer home clothes casually, and went out to the door.

Wei Fuyuan rubbed his nose, temporarily driving away the messy yellow waste in his brain, then turned over neatly, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly chased him out.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stood side by side in front of the washstand, and after cleaning themselves up, they went downstairs together.

They smell the aroma of food.

Lunch was already set on the table in the dining room, and Jiang Nan'an held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, burying his head in his meal.

Tian Jiaxin, who does not need to eat, also sits at the table, with a baby booster cushion under his buttocks, holding a small Kung Fu teacup in his hand, sipping his favorite top grade Dahongpao .

"Well, it smells so good."

Bei Quan sat down at the dining table and glanced at the dishes on the table.

Eight-treasure glutinous rice, shiitake mushrooms and rapeseed heart, pea sprouts in soup, roast goose in sauce, fried cowpea with eggplant, steamed cabbage with vermicelli and Vietnamese rice spring rolls. The takeaway that the famous fly restaurant can make.

"Oh, why are you bothering to raise your salary today?"

"uh-huh."

Tian raises the cup and makes an inscrutable statement:

"Isn't it just for celebration?"

Wei Fuyuan: "What are you celebrating?"

Tian Jiaxin raised his eyebrows and glanced at him:

"Of course it's to celebrate your achievements."

Wei Fuyuan touched his chin, and his tone was rather regretful:

"Well, actually..."

It's just that Beiquan kicked him under the table before he finished speaking, so he could only swallow the second half of the sentence.

--Humph!

Wei Fuyuan thought angrily in his heart:

——Look at me cooking raw rice tonight, this pot of eight-treasure glutinous rice is worthy of a salary increase!

Of course, thinking about it, Wei Fuyuan didn't dare to speak out about his ambitions, otherwise he was worried that Beiquan wouldn't let him into the room tonight.

Tian Jiaxin seldom cooks, and because he is a Tianqi baby, he doesn't like meat, so he only likes to cook vegetarian dishes, but his craftsmanship is very good.

Especially the pot of glutinous rice eight-treasure rice, the rice grains are crystal clear, the ingredients are soft and glutinous, and the red bean paste wrapped in it is sweet but not greasy. Even Wei Fuyuan, who has never been cold about sweets, ate three whole bowls in one sitting.

After lunch, Wei Fuyuan asked Beiquan to accompany him to the hotel apartment to check out and retrieve his luggage.

"We're all together now, of course I have to move back."

Wei Fuyuan's tone of voice was exceptionally righteous, "Are you right?"

Beiquan looked at him with the end of his eyes, "Since when are we together?"

Wei Fuyuan was startled at first, thinking that the two of them have kissed so many times, so they still count as being together?

But when he saw Beiquan's narrow eyes, he immediately realized that he was just playing with him!

Thinking of this, Wei Erha reacted quickly and decisively for once, breaking Beiquan's shoulder, slamming him on the back of the sofa in the living room, pressing him down without saying a word, and kissing him hard.

"Oh my eyes!"

Jiang Nan'an, who just came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, covered his eyes angrily:

"I'm going to have the eye of a needle, okay? If you two want to show your affection, can you take into account the emotions of innocent audiences!"

However, Wei Fuyuan directly ignored Comrade Xiao Jiang's complaint and kissed Beiquan until he couldn't breathe before he was willing to let him go.

"Does this count as being together?"

Wei Fuyuan lowered his head against Beiquan's forehead and asked softly.

Jiang Nan'an, who was watching, rolled his eyes at the sky, and walked away resentfully.

"uh-huh."

Beiquan still refused to give a positive response, but raised his head, and touched Wei Fuyuan's moist lips like a dragonfly.

"Then will you accompany me to check out and get my luggage?"

Wei Fuyuan persevered and continued his important plan of "returning to 'Santuchuan'".

Beiquan's face was still flushed, but at this moment, the smile on his lips was put away, and his expression became serious.

He asked Wei Fuyuan: "Have you thought about it?"

Wei Fuyuan actually understood Beiquan's meaning, and immediately nodded vigorously.

"Little Wei."

Beiquan stretched out his hand to hold Wei Fuyuan's cheek, "You know that, right? This matter is very dangerous."

He paused, his expression becoming more serious:

"And just in case I can't protect you..."

Wei Fuyuan also restrained his appearance like a big dog acting like a baby.

"Beiquan, I don't need your protection."

He let go of Beiquan, and the two resumed sitting opposite each other.

"Believe me."

Wei Fuyuan's gaze was firm and his tone firm:

"I will become stronger and stronger. One day, I will protect you."

He pointed to himself:

"Also, compared to the beginning, I've really improved a lot now, right?"

Beiquan stared at the bright eyes of his little wolf dog, and didn't speak for a while.

After a long silence, he finally compromised.

"Okay, then you can move back."

Beiquan sighed:

"Continue to be my assistant, okay?"

Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows, thinking why he is still an assistant, shouldn't he be her husband?

But he thought about it again, he hadn't reconciled with his parents yet, his credit card and savings had been frozen by his parents, so he really had to rely on Beiquan to "support".

Moreover, the setting of calling Beiquan "boss" under the bed and "wife" on the bed may be quite interesting, and he is not at a loss.

"Good boss."

Wei Fuyuan leaned over and bit Beiquan's lower lip lightly, leaving a shallow tooth mark:

"Little brother obeys orders."

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In this way, Wei Fuyuan officially returned to "Santuchuan" Broadcasting Co., Ltd. after leaving for less than a week.

And Beiquan, who had only had one partner, now has another assistant.

For this change, Jiang Nan'an said it doesn't matter; Tian Jiaxin is happy to hear it.

Zhu Ling, who was the only one who was very unhappy about involving ordinary people, could only accept it temporarily because the secret realm didn't give any instructions about it.

It's just that this time Wei Fuyuan didn't want to live in the attic anymore, so he automatically and consciously moved all his luggage into Beiquan's room, and set up camp there, and he refused to move again.

This was the first night that Wei Fuyuan shared the bed with Beiquan openly and aboveboard after returning to "Santuchuan".

It's a pity that even though they shared the same bed, Young Master Wei failed to put into practice those charming or exciting fantasies in his mind.

That night, Bei Quan acted so naturally.

He frankly gave Wei Fuyuan a goodnight kiss, then climbed into the bed, wrapped the quilt, closed his eyes and pretended to be about to fall asleep, and did not take out lubricating oil and a small condom for him at all. Chance.

Wei Fuyuan could only grit his teeth with resentment, silently said "the future will be long", and obediently fell asleep.

Wednesday, August 8th, at two o'clock in the morning.

The room was quiet, except for the hum of the air conditioner and Wei Fuyuan's shallow breathing, there was no other sound heard.

At this time, there was a soft "click" from somewhere in the room.

Beiquan opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and his expression was indifferent, not at all the confusion that a person who just woke up from a dream should have.

He climbed out of bed lightly, as lightly as a civet cat.

Beiquan turned his head and glanced at the bed.

Wei Fuyuan didn't realize that the person next to his pillow had woken up, he still slept soundly, the quilt on his body was kicked off, and he was snoring lightly.

Beiquan smiled, without disturbing Wei Fuyuan, and walked barefoot to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room.

There are many messy trinkets on the cabinet, ordinary people only think of them as decorations or decorations, only Beiquan, an expert in magic, knows the truth.

On the second shelf of the cabinet were four small clay dolls, one of which was broken in half and broken.

The "click" sound just now was the sound of the little clay puppet cracking.

——Sure enough.

Beiquan smiled slightly, put on his coat, picked up his black suitcase, and slipped out of the room quietly.