brown sugar eggs

The boat departed early in the morning, and Liang Baiyu began to sleep as soon as he boarded the boat.

Yang Ming was miserable. He had lost his appearance because of an accident during the estrus period, and he was still in the recovery stage. This time he vomited to death on the boat, almost vomiting bile.

As soon as the boat docked, Zhao Wenxiao woke up Liang Baiyu and dragged the listless Yang Ming onto the bus.

After that, Liang Baiyu fell asleep again, and Yang Ming vomited.

The bus was seriously overloaded, and the aisles were crowded with people, all kinds of tones mixed together, very muddy.

People in the village do not use more than one hand in the car throughout the year, and they are physically and psychologically unaccustomed to the smell of gasoline and leather, so motion sickness accounts for the majority.

Some can bear to spit into crumpled plastic bags, and some spit directly on their bodies, comparable to the scene of a disaster.

When he was about to reach the county seat, Liang Baiyu, who was sitting by the window, woke up. He stretched his waist and stretched his neck, and as soon as he turned his head, he met Zhao Wenxiao on the left.

Zhao Wenxiao smiled at him: "You can sleep too well."

"It's good to sleep when it's bumpy." Liang Baiyu pulled off the small rubber band, smoothed out his soft hair, and the ends of it nestled tightly around his shoulders and neck. He leaned forward with his upper body, his arms resting on the front seat, Pushing his head up, he was too lazy to look like a cat that just licked its paws and rolled around.

Zhao Wenxiao asked Liang Baiyu to sit down, saying that he was not safe like that.

"My surname is Zhao, why are you such a mother-in-law!" Yang Ming on Zhao Wenxiao's other side complained weakly, his face was thin and sallow, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was scratching his throat because of too much vomiting, and hissing hissed.

Zhao Wenxiao glanced at him.

Yang Ming stared back. Originally, he wanted to sit next to Liang Baiyu, but Zhao Wenxiao took a step ahead of him, and he refused to let him go!

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, he shook the small bag with swear words, vomited tremblingly a few times, but nothing came out, his stomach was burning with pain.

The villagers on the aisle were smoking and chatting, and there were also young couples who were bored.

Yang Ming was even more annoyed.

He glanced at Liang Baiyu through Zhao Wenxiao, and when he saw Liang Baiyu half standing up, kneeling on the seat and looking back, he immediately yelled.

Liang Baiyu ignored the child.

Yang Ming passed Zhao Wenxiao, stretched out his paw, and patted Liang Baiyu's waist with a "slap", and squeezed it involuntarily.

Then he opened his mouth wide, stupid.

Grass.

It was only when I started to find that it was thinner than my eyes saw.

Thinner than his waist.

Is this the waistline a Beta should have? ? ?

Liang Baiyu didn't turn his head, but glanced over with charming eyes.

Yang Ming felt as if he was being burned, and he quickly retracted his hands behind his back. He was strong and calm: "Don't look, Chen Suone is not in this car."

"I'm just bored." Liang Baiyu leaned on the chair with his elbows, squinted slightly, and smiled at all kinds of gazes cast on him.

Yang Ming was still talking, but the sound of vomiting came from behind him. The noise became louder, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and he vomited, ignoring Liang Baiyu.

At this moment, the wheels sank into a rather large pit, and the body shook violently.

The bag in Yang Ming's hand was not steady, and a little food residue was spilled.

Zhao Wenxiao splashed a few drops on the toe of his oiled leather shoes, and his handsome and well-maintained face instantly turned dark.

"Brother, look at you, you have soiled Mr. Zhao's leather shoes." Liang Baiyu's voice sounded.

Zhao Wenxiao's complexion changed. He patted Yang Ming's back tolerantly, and said with a smile, "It's okay. I'll get to the station in a while. I'll just wipe it off myself. Xiao Ming is very motion sick, so he must take medicine when he goes back. "

Yang Ming was weak and did not shake off the hand on his back.

"Baiyu, do you want to rub some of this on to suppress the smell?" Zhao Wenxiao opened the briefcase in his arms and took out a bottle of Fengyoujing.

Liang Baiyu shook his head. He seemed to be very used to such a messy and smelly environment, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Every time before the villagers go to the county, the old village head will give one thing.

County towns are different from closed and remote mountain villages.

Anyone who releases pheromones in disorder will be sent to the police station.

If the level of pheromone is high and the public causes more chaos, it will be terrible, just wait and suffer.

Therefore, everyone must pay attention at all times, and it is best to supervise the people around them, and the barrier buckle collar must never be removed.

And Beta, as the mainstream part of this society, is also a marginal supporting role in the fetters of pheromones. It is the easiest to go out, and as soon as the car arrives at the stop, it plunges into the flow of people.

Liang Baiyu didn't have that kind of enthusiasm, he stood outside the cramped public toilet, forming a small world of beauty and style, and everyone who passed by would glance at him.

Not long after, Yang Ming came out with a fishy smell from the toilet. I don't know what happened to him, he was so angry that he walked so hard.

"Let's go, let's go." Yang Ming pulled Liang Baiyu, his face was pale, and the aftereffects of motion sickness were just plain.

"Is Mr. Zhao still inside?" Liang Baiyu was dragged to the intersection by him.

"Let him die." Yang Ming looked around, "Gather at the station tomorrow at this time, we have a lot of time, what do you think?"

"Whatever you want, I can do it." Liang Baiyu said, "You're in the county, why don't you go and see your cousin?"

"Never mind him." Yang Ming dragged the eye-catching Liang Baiyu to a corner, "I don't even know where he lives."

Liang Baiyu asked in surprise, "Didn't you say that?"

"No." Yang Ming flipped through his backpack to get a plastic water bottle, "When he came back to brag about it during the Chinese New Year, he only said that the complex he lived in was very new and big, and there were several shops in it, selling everything..."

A small mouth of a cherry is buzzing, and the water is not less.

They all hid around the corner, but there was still a passerby named Alpha who came over and stared at Liang Baiyu with both eyes.

His appearance and temperament are too good, like a drop of perfume carefully prepared by God falling on the mundane world, and his demeanor has a natural flirtatious charm, which can make people confuse the second gender.

To say that he is a Beta, others will take it as a lie, you have to use pheromones to test it before you believe it.

Just as the Alpha was about to release his pheromone, he was overwhelmed by a strong smell of smoke. He exchanged glances with his kind, and left reluctantly.

Zhao Wenxiao collected the pheromone and walked to Liang Baiyu's side, saying to Yang Ming: "Don't run around, wait for me."

Yang Ming rolled his eyes.

"Where to go first?" Zhao Wenxiao asked Liang Baiyu.

"I still have to ask? Of course it's a hotel!" Yang Ming also came back to the county for the first time, but his sister has been here several times and wrote him a travel guide. He is full of confidence, "I'm afraid there will be no vacancies when it's late."

.

The hotel that Yang Ming took Liang Baiyu and Zhao Wenxiao to was the one where his sister stayed in the county.

His sister said it was fine.

That's what he told Liang Baiyu, what happened?

The sheets were black and had a foul smell. At Yang Ming's vigorous age, he knew the smell most clearly because someone had beaten him under the quilt.The people in the hotel didn't wash it either.

"It's much dirtier than the sleeping berth on the green leather car." Zhao Wenxiao covered his mouth and nose, and moved a little further away from the sleeping berth.

Yang Ming turned his head and asked Liang Baiyu in a low voice: "Well, brother Baiyu, what's it like to take the train?"

Liang Baiyu was quite interested in Tongpu, he touched it up and down: "I haven't sat in it before."

Yang Ming was stunned: "Then how did you come back?"

"Driving back."

"Go ahead." Yang Ming said, "Liu Kuan even met you at the bus station."

Liang Baiyu patted the hand that touched the bed quilt: "The car broke down halfway, so I bought a bus ticket."

Seeing that his tone didn't seem fake, Yang Ming was a little confused: "What car are you driving?"

"A tractor." Liang Baiyu smiled.

Yang Ming: "..."

Come on, I'm afraid he will never be able to tell which of this person's words is true and which is false.

"Baiyu, come out quickly, there is no way to live in this place." Zhao Wenxiao had already retreated to the door, and he was not talking in a negotiating tone, but rather forcefully, "Let's change."

"Pretty good." Liang Baiyu said in disapproval.

Zhao Wenxiao opened his mouth and closed it again, his breath was heavy, he was clearly suppressing his emotions.

Yang Ming didn't say a word, he pinched a stack of money in his inner pocket through his coat, each of which had something to spend.

Although it's not a good place, his sister can sleep, and so can he.

Yang Ming stood beside Liang Baiyu, waved his hands and said, "Isn't it just a place to sleep, everyone is a man, I don't think it's necessary..."

"I know a nice hotel." Zhao Wenxiao interrupted, "I'll pay for it."

"Lead the way!" Yang Ming said immediately.

It doesn't matter where Liang Baiyu lives, he is almost always dragged away by Yang Ming, and he didn't complain during the period, and let the other party make troubles.

After the residence was settled, the three of them went to the street.

Yang Ming was holding the shopping list written at home, muttering "how many things do I need to buy", when he turned his head, he found that Liang Baiyu hadn't followed, so he turned around quickly in fright.

The young man's frightened and running footsteps soon stopped. He looked at the person in front of a newsstand, and he didn't dare to recognize him, he felt very strange.

The man wore a white cotton mask, which was very thick, covering most of his face. He was staring at the stacks of newspapers, giving people a feeling of melancholy...and loneliness.

"Is he looking for news about Xicheng?" Yang Ming grabbed Zhao Wenxiao who was about to go there.

"It must be." Yang Ming asked himself and answered, "I really don't understand why he came back, let alone his business in the hair salon..."

Zhao Wenxiao sneered: "There are so many hair salons in the county, look who has his looks, not even a tenth of his."

"Maybe the hair salons in big cities are high-end?" Yang Ming said.

Zhao Wenxiao flicked his suit: "Do you believe it?"

Yang Ming couldn't answer, he didn't believe it in his heart, but Liang Baiyu was really good at it, better than all the people in the pornographic books he had read, just the kind of eye contact and desire to control others.

It seems that for Liang Baiyu, attracting someone's attention and playing with people's hearts is the same as eating and drinking. It can no longer be described as "skilled", but an instinct of his.

"What does Xicheng look like?" Yang Ming changed the question.

Zhao Wenxiao didn't answer.

"Oh, hello, you haven't been there before." Yang Ming looked contemptuous, as if saying, I'm a bumpkin, and you're no better, pretending to be a big boss.

Zhao Wenxiao didn't give Yang Ming a look, he left him to look for Liang Baiyu.

When the sun was setting, in a small shop on the street, Chen Song called a friend on his landline, saying that he had just sent a courier at the post office.

"What?" asked the friend.

"One capsule." Chen Song said into the microphone, "You will know it after reading it."

"Row."

"If you have checked it out, send the information back to the post office in my county, and I will come over..." Chen Song caught a glimpse of a familiar figure by accident, and stopped talking.

"Hello? Asone?"

"That's it, hang up." Chen Suone buckled the microphone on the landline, pressed it on the glass cash register with his big hand, and said to the clerk, "Give me a pack of yellow plums."

Yang Ming is a cute little idiot who has no travel guidebook and talks about things on paper. He is very unfamiliar with the county, and the person who arranges the itinerary is Zhao Wenxiao.

After dinner, Zhao Wenxiao bought three movie tickets.

Foreign Films.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the food is imported, and the movie is also performed by foreigners. Do you want to be so aggressive?!" Yang Ming's bloodless mouth kept smacking.

Liang Baiyu laughed, "Then do you want to see it?"

"Look." Yang Ming snatched a ticket from Zhao Wenxiao, and it didn't cost any money anyway.

Liang Baiyu walked towards the movie theater, the pair of high-level Alpha and Omega were beside him.

Taking advantage of Liang Baiyu's indulgence, Yang Ming put his arms around him pretentiously. The child's possessiveness and provocation were very childish.

Liang Baiyu's footsteps stopped suddenly, and she turned her head as if in response.

Standing in the crowd, the tall and big man can be seen at a glance, quite eye-catching.

After a while, the three people watching the movie turned into four people.

Yang Ming and Zhao Wenxiao occupied the seats on both sides of Liang Baiyu, both of them ignored Chen Suone, and they didn't have the slightest intention to give up their seats.

How much tacit understanding they have at this point, there is as much speed.

Chen Song stood beside Yang Ming who was outside.

Yang Ming pretended that he didn't exist, and wanted Lao Tzu to step aside, dreaming.

"Brother Chen, there aren't too many people for this movie, so there are vacancies over there." Zhao Wenxiao pointed to a direction, and reminded him friendly, with a personable posture, "You can take any seat you want, and you don't need to come according to the ticket."

Chen Song didn't look at him, but Liang Baiyu.

Don't talk, just watch.

Zhao Wenxiao turned sideways, leaning close to Liang Baiyu's ear: "It's about to start, you can persuade him, he will stand in the way of others."

Leaning on the back of the chair, Liang Baiyu turned his face towards Chen Suone: "Watching a movie next to me is the same as sitting in other places, there is no difference. Go ahead."

Chen Song lowered his head and said nothing.

The atmosphere was a bit subtle, and the noise of the theater did not drift to them.

Yang Ming shook his legs wildly, the surname Chen took himself too seriously, judging by his motionless appearance, he seemed to want Liang Baiyu to coax him, what did he think?

Didn't I just sleep, and I didn't mark it.

Really shameless, thinking that Liang Baiyu belonged to him.

Yang Ming sat and waited for Chen Su to embarrass himself. He couldn't understand him very much. A forest ranger was so fascinated by his sister that he was able to sleep in Liang Baiyu's bed.

It's even more serious now, a posture of declaring sovereignty, I really dare to think about it.

Advertisements were placed on the big screen.

Chen Suone was still standing there, his face was covered by dim light and shadow, he couldn't see clearly what expression he was in, and the pheromone didn't come out, so he couldn't guess his thoughts.

A man who has always been mature and introverted, now he doesn't know what he is competing with or who he is competing with.

"Hey……"

Liang Baiyu lazily stood up, lifted his foot over Yang Ming who was stretching his legs to stop him, and went to the row with a few empty seats.

He sat down casually, looked at Chen Suone who was still standing there, and patted the place next to him with his hands.