brown sugar eggs

Chen Suone walked all the way, ate the dinner Liang Baiyu bought for him, walked through several streets, and walked back to the hotel.

Seeing him coming back, the relatives who were knocking on the melon seeds babbled a few words before lying down by themselves.

Chen Song cleaned up the rubbish made by his relatives.

Chen Fugui on the bed opened his eyes and asked, "Where did you go?"

"We went shopping." Chen Song said.

"Did you go to see that Liang Baiyu?" Chen Fugui kept his voice low because he was afraid that his relatives would hear the joke.

Chen Song said no.

"It's best not to." Chen Fugui snorted coldly, "If he can't do what he promised, he will be struck by lightning, which will be bad..."

"Dad!" Chen Song growled.

"You yell at your father for him," Chen Fugui stared at his son with sunken eyes, and he spoke urgently, frothing from his mouth, "I'm going to see him tonight, right? As soon as I try, your tail will show Oh, have you been secretly seeing him all this time, and you haven’t stopped at all? What kind of magic did he cast on you, cough...cough! Cough! Cough! "

"What's the matter?" The relative quickly got up.

"It's okay! Sleep with you!" Chen Fugui was furious, coughing to death, he vigorously waved away the tea mug handed over by his son, his mouth was full of rust, "Get out... get out..."

"Get out—" Chen Fugui shook his finger at his son, his eyes tearing open.

"What are you doing, Songzi, go outside first, then come in after your father's temper has subsided." The relative didn't know what was going on, and patted Chen Suon's back several times, She kept squinting at him.

The water in the jar spilled all over Chen Suone, he didn't clean it up, just turned around and walked out of the room, stood outside the door, bent his back, hugged his head with wet hands, screamed silently to vent something, his forehead and neck were bulging Blue veins.

Chen Su panted heavily for a while, he took out the yellow plum in his pocket, tore off the silver wire around the outer layer, and opened the cigarette case.

The hotel is quite dilapidated, the walls in the corridors are gray and black, and there are many messy paintings on them.There are also address ads for hair salons and massage parlors.

Chen Suone went to the window of the corridor, and there was an indecent and obscene movement in the next room. He pinched the matchstick with two fingers, pressed it against the rough side of the matchbox, and stroked it from one end to the other.

The match head "呵" and lighted up.

Chen Suone lit a cigarette, he smoked half and Dongfeng smoked half.

More than [-]% of the villagers who came to the county this night couldn't sleep, not for anything else but excitement.

Yang Ming was one of them. He turned somersaults on the bed, his buttocks pouted and his head buried in his crotch, his two big eyes rolled round and round.

Liang Baiyu on the innermost bed was reading a newspaper.

There was a sound of water splashing in the bathroom. It was Zhao Wenxiao who was taking a shower. He went in as soon as he came back. It had been a long time since he took a shower, and he paid attention to his appearance.

The room was a six-person bunk, with single beds side by side against the wall. Zhao Wenxiao bought them all, so there were only the three of them, and there would be no other guests.

The scent of shower gel wafted out from the crack in the bathroom door. Yang Ming knelt by the bed and called Liang Baiyu, poking his hand at the bathroom: "Do you think that person in there is very contrived?"

"I don't have any other clothes except suits, and the leather shoes are always polished. The dust and scum in our countryside, even if there is no wind, it will be stained. It doesn't take too much effort for him to wipe it. Also, an Alpha, on his body Spraying such a heavy perfume and holding such a big gold watch, he is extremely exaggerated. He rides a bicycle around here and there all day long, what do you think he came back for, and the country’s leaders made private visits to observe the people’s sentiments?”

Liang Baiyu listened to the music, and he said slowly, "When you are interested in someone, you just..."

Yang Ming looked at him eagerly like a puppy: "How?"

The bathroom door opened, Liang Baiyu put away the newspaper and put it beside the pillow, and raised his eyebrows at Zhao Wenxiao with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, my younger brother is very curious about you, why don't you help him out?"

Zhao Wenxiao stepped on wet slippers and nodded.

The ball Liang Baiyu sent had already been kicked in front of Yang Ming by Zhao Wenxiao. He simply swallowed "I'm not curious" and kicked it back foolishly: "What business are you doing in the county?"

"Just sell things." Zhao Wenxiao usually has his head back, and the strands of hair are fixed with pomade. Now his forehead is loose, and the tail of wet hair hangs on the peak of his eyebrows. His facial features are a little more sexy and casual than a mature man. .

Yang Ming scolded, "Your mother, this is too confusing." He put his hand over his mouth and whispered to Liang Baiyu, "It must be something shameful!"

Liang Baiyu didn't say anything, he didn't seem to care about Zhao Wenxiao's money-making channels.

Yang Ming has.

He has a heart that wants to fly outside, people and things outside can attract him.In his eyes, those who have returned from wandering outside are all ladders that allow him to touch his dreams.

"Then where do you live in the county? Didn't you get rich? You don't even have a house?" Yang Ming stared at Zhao Wenxiao, and threw out three combos with sharp teeth.

Zhao Wenxiao tidied up the luggage on the small table, and replied in a leisurely manner: "There is a house, but it's quite far from here. My family lives there. They said, don't go back until I get married."

Yang Ming: "..."

This topic involves his own family, which is meaningless.

Zhao Wenxiao straightened the shirt tucked into his trousers, and he turned to ask the young man lying on the bed with his face facing the wall: "Bai Yu, let's go to the photo studio tomorrow."

"Taking pictures?" Liang Baiyu's voice was sleepy.

"Yeah." Zhao Wenxiao sighed, "When you were young, you played house, and you rode on my head and said that you would take pictures with me when you grow up. It's been so many years, and we haven't had a photo shoot. This time, you just have a chance."

"Why do I keep talking about my childhood, I don't even remember..." Liang Baiyu's ending sound dragged on softly.

"Ah—" Yang Ming suddenly let out a scream.

Zhao Wenxiao asked him what he was doing with a dark face.

Yang Ming wasn't playing a prank. He stood on the bed, grabbed his cotton coat with trembling hands, and panicked: "It's gone, why is it gone? It's gone..."

Liang Baiyu sat up: "Brother, speak slowly, what's the matter?"

The boy Omega didn't answer, tears came down first.He has a mischievous temper, a bit of a bad temper, sloppy mouth, and has never done anything harmful to nature. With a cute pink baby face, he is domineering in the village, and he doesn't suffer from single-handedly with Alpha. He calls himself a man.

This was the first time he cried like a tear doll, and the tears almost flooded his chin.

Liang Baiyu asked for a long time before he asked the reason why the boy was crying. He sighed, "Did you unbutton your coat and wear it open? Or did you take it off?"

"I don't remember, there seems to be. When it's hot, I..."

Yang Ming broke down and cried loudly, the sky was falling, life was over, and he was about to die.

Liang Baiyu was a little impatient. Once his emotional ups and downs exceeded the balance line, his body temperature would rise.

"How much?" Liang Baiyu pressed the plaster on his left hand, pressing his fingertips in.

"Eight... woo... 83 yuan... woo woo... [-] cents." Yang Ming opened his mouth, blah blah.

Liang Baiyu gave him one hundred directly.

The train stopped.

"Give it, give it to me?" Yang Ming stammered, tears streaming down his mouth.

"Take it." Liang Baiyu waved his hand.

Yang Ming became a complete fool, something popped into his mind, and his heart was beating wildly.

100 yuan...

100 yuan! ! !

Does Liang Baiyu like him?

Yes, yes!Absolutely!Accompanying him to the county seat, and even giving him money after he was killed by a pickpocket, isn't that what love is? ? ?

Yang Ming hiccupped, he quickly covered his mouth, shyly pulled up the quilt and hid inside.

A few seconds later, a hand stretched out from under the quilt, fumbled to grab the one hundred, and snatched it away.

The room was much quieter.

Liang Baiyu noticed a gaze, he casually put away the few red bills that fell off the bed, and raised his eyes to meet them.

Zhao Wenxiao sat in front of his bed, a little surprised: "Bai Yu, where did you get so much money?"

"Of course it is..." Liang Baiyu leaned against the wall, her dark eyes seemed to have not opened yet, under the thick and slender eyelashes, there were glances flowing, full of coquettishness, "You're a prostitute."

Zhao Wenxiao said seriously: "It's fine for others to gossip, why are you pouring dirty water on yourself?"

"Look, people will believe the lies, but no one will believe the truth." Liang Baiyu curled his lips in amusement, and he stood up against the wall, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhao Wenxiao was like a worried elder brother, he hesitated to speak, and Liang Baiyu didn't return his look.

Liang Baiyu stayed in the toilet for more than ten minutes. When he came out, Yang Ming fell asleep crying tired, miserable, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. In his dream, he wondered if he was cursing the thief who stole his lucky money. .

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Liang Baiyu glanced at Zhao Wenxiao who was sitting at the table, asked a casual question and was about to go to bed.

In vain, a strong masculine breath came from behind, wrapped in the astringent smell of cigarettes.

Liang Baiyu's left hand was grabbed.

"呲la"

The plaster sticking on his wrist all the time was peeled off.

Zhao Wenxiao held the plaster in his hand and looked at Beta's exposed glands.

——Sound, smooth, and white, without any scars or scars.

"You..." Zhao Wenxiao was dumbfounded, "Is it good?"

"Otherwise?" Liang Baiyu laughed out loud as if he had encountered something ridiculous, "Mr. Zhao, you don't think I'm putting plasters on to cover up the pitted glands, do you?"

Zhao Wenxiao didn't speak, his expression already revealed his answer, that's what he thought.

"Imagination is really rich. I'm just sprained, my physique is not good, and my recovery is slow." Liang Baiyu shook his head helplessly, and let out a slight sneer between his lips and teeth. The next moment, he smiled and stretched out his hand , "Give it back to me."

Zhao Wenxiao put the plaster on him.

Liang Baiyu moved her very thin and white left wrist a few times, and put the plaster back on little by little: "Okay."

He raised his head, the smile on his face disappeared, "Now tell me, why did you come here all of a sudden?"