that bastard i love

Wen Gulin trotted all the way, and finally saw the familiar car beside the road ahead.

"Wen Gulin!" Zhang Min also saw Wen Gulin's figure, stumbled out of the car, and ran towards Wen Gulin.

"Why do you wear so little in the cold weather?" Zhang Minhong stood in front of Wen Gulin with eyes closed, took off her coat and put it on Wen Gulin's shoulders.

Wen Gulin raised his head, looked at his thoughtful face, and wrinkled his face, as if he was about to cry again.

It may be that he himself felt that crying on the street was a very shameful thing. He looked up at Zhang Min whose nose and eyes were red, stepped forward and hugged Zhang Min's waist, and buried his head in his clothes, thinking that this would make him feel better. Cover up your embarrassing side.

When he got into the embrace that he had been lusting after for three years, all the sadness and resentment before had turned into unspeakable grievances.

"You, why did you come here...I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

Zhang Min lowered his head, stretched out his frozen hands, hugged Wen Gulin who was leaning against his arms, gently rested his head on Wen Gulin's neck, closed his eyes and greedily sucked the food that he dreamed of. smell.

The two embraced without saying a word.

Although they didn't say anything, their hearts were already like a mirror.

No matter how many words you say, it can't be worth such a hug.

After a long time, Wen Gulin remembered that they were still on the street, raised his head in a panic, pulled Zhang Min's clothes, and pointed to the car next to him.

Zhang Min smiled dotingly, and opened the rear door of the car.

After getting into the car, Wen Gulin felt as if he had closed the car door, including the windows.

Looking at Zhang Min's slightly smiling eyes, Wen Gulin puffed up his cheeks and explained: "It's not good to be seen by others."

Zhang Min stretched out his hand to straighten Wen Gulin's long hair that had just been tousled by the wind, and said jokingly: "What are you afraid of? People nowadays have to go to the Aite Central Reporting Center every day. Could it be that they will memorize the report of the [-]th National Congress of the Communist Party of China?" ?”

"Pfft." Wen Gulin laughed, and the atmosphere eased, not as embarrassing as before.

"sorry."

Zhang Min said suddenly.

Wen Gulin shook his head and didn't reply, because in his heart, it didn't matter who was right and who was wrong, the important thing was that they hadn't gone too far.

"In those days when we were separated, I was very lonely." Wen Gulin raised his head, stroked Zhang Min's much thinner face, and said with a sigh.

Zhang Minyi grasped Wen Gulin's demonic hand on his face, put it to his mouth and bit it lightly: "Me too."

Wen Gulin quickly withdrew his hand and rubbed the place where Zhang Min had just bitten him, his tone full of complaints: "You, are you a puppy?"

"Yeah, but I'm old and I'm not a puppy anymore." Zhang Min leaned on Wen Gulin, closed his eyes, and was at ease.

"It's not old..."

Looking at the person leaning on him, Wen Gulin was deeply moved.

Mingming had always vowed not to forgive this person even if he was beaten to death, but after Zhang Min called him, he couldn't hold it anymore, like a pug.

If Qin Ji knew, he would have to put on a face and say 'really fragrant' all the time.

However, since Zhang Min has already expressed his love, what else can he be hypocritical about?

That's all he wanted.

He is a person with no ambition and can be easily satisfied.

One sentence I love you is enough.