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Jiang Chifeng was in a daze when Wei Wenxing leaned over and hugged him.

Seeing the mess on the ground and the blood stain mixed in the rice wine, Wei Wenxing's throat tightened, and he hurriedly carried him to the bathroom.

Wei Wenxing asked him, "Can you stand?"

Jiang Chifeng nodded. It hurts, but it's not so bad that he can't walk or stand.

Wei Wenxing still didn't dare to let him stand. Jiang Chifeng stepped on broken glass. What if the glass pierced into the flesh and hurt him even more when he stepped on the ground.

He supported Jiang Chifeng, let him touch the ground with one foot, and stepped on his own foot with the other foot that stepped on the broken glass, exposing the injured heel, and then took the shower head to wash his feet Fermented glutinous rice wine and blood. q, ;267=9, 8112^5!2

The young master who was usually eloquent seemed to be stupid and dumb now, he just put two arms around his neck, obediently, without saying a word.

Wei Wenxing was so distressed that he asked hoarsely, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Chifeng came to his senses, climbed up the pole, and leaned over to lean on his shoulder: "A little bit."

Right now, he was hanging on Wei Wenxing like a koala. He smelled the mixed smell of sweat and alcohol on the man's body, and his heart was beating like a drum.

In the ear, the man's heartbeat was also fast and chaotic.

Jiang Chifeng hugged him tighter, and buried his face sideways into his neck: "Wei Wenxing, your heart beats so fast."

Wei Wenxing was washing his feet with his head down. He was washing carefully, and his eyes were also mixed in the warm water, staring at the young master's feet carefully.

"Scared by you." He said.

The young master's breath fell on his neck, which was a little itchy. ~Xiao~ying~steaming~li~

Wei Wenxing thought obsessively, if this was in ancient times, if the young master was a girl, he would marry the young master if he looked at his feet like this.

After washing the wound, Wei Wenxing picked up Jiang Chifeng again, carried him into the room, turned on the air conditioner, and went to find the medicine box.

Jiang Chifeng stared at Wei Wenxing's back, thinking of the last time Wei Wenxing painted roses for him while sitting on this bed, his cheeks began to burn.

Wei Wenxing took the medicine box and sat down beside the bed, then pulled Jiang Chifeng's foot over his lap, and carefully checked whether there was any glass shards pierced into the wound, but fortunately there were no deep glass shards , but the heel was scratched, and he wiped the wound on his heel with alcohol to disinfect it.

As the distance between the two drew closer, Jiang Chifeng's heart began to beat wildly again.

Jiang Chifeng stared at him, watching him seriously and carefully wipe off the blood from the wound, and put on the wound stickers.

And then the instep.

Wei Wenxing's palms were very hot, he poured safflower oil and rubbed it on the insteps, it was so hot.

Jiang Chifeng shrank his legs subconsciously, but his ankle was held. Wei Wenxing raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as deep as a dark prison, the kind of death prison with no sun, once inside, there is no way to get out.

But his tone was light and cautious: "It hurts?"

Jiang Chifeng rarely heard him speak with such an expression and tone.

Probably because he was still a little drunk, Wei Wenxing, who was always calm and calm, was rarely gentle.

He stared at Wei Wenxing's handsome side face, then looked away embarrassedly: "It doesn't hurt."

Wei Wenxing doesn't believe him, Jiang Chifeng has always been stubborn, holding back everything, and tonight too, obviously very unhappy, but still pretending to laugh and chatting with his friends... I don't know what the young master is today Why not happy.

It couldn't be because the prophet knew that Liang Yuebai was waiting downstairs, besides, he ignored Liang Yuebai...

He lightened his strength a little, and carefully kneaded the medicated oil.

Realizing that Wei Wenxing had relaxed his strength, Jiang Chifeng's heart trembled suddenly.

He felt that what Wei Wenxing rubbed was not his instep, but his heart, causing his heart to rise and fall, hot and scalding.

He lowered his eyes, as if he could calm down his heart without looking at Wei Wenxing: "What did I fall just now..."

"A fresh-keeping bowl filled with rice wine." Wei Wenxing said, "I cooked small glutinous rice balls this morning, and put them on the refrigerator, and accidentally put them on the side of the refrigerator door."

"Be careful next time." Jiang Chifeng frowned, "Fortunately, I opened the refrigerator door this time, otherwise..."

"There will be no next time." Wei Wenxing interrupted him.

He didn't think it was a good thing that Jiang Chifeng opened the door, he just felt that the bowl was hateful and annoying, and it hurt Jiang Chifeng... He would rather be the one who opened the refrigerator door.

"I need to wear shoes next time." Wei Wenxing said in a deep voice, "At home, no bare feet are allowed."

Jiang Chifeng retorted in a low voice: "I have a soft blanket in my house, so I don't need to wear shoes."

Wei Wenxing frowned: "That must be worn too."

"Take care of my drinking and my shoes." Jiang Chifeng glanced at him, "You take care of me a lot."

Wei Wenxing didn't speak, just rubbed his instep again and again.

Very gentle, very serious.

like very much.

Jiang Chifeng had given up on the idea of ​​confessing his confession today, but at this moment, it was like a spark fell on the wild grass all over the mountain, igniting a prairie fire.

In fact, why did he insist on picking a good time?

When watching the sunrise, he thought that there were too many people and it was not suitable.When they were in the pool together, he thought that Wei Wenxing didn't speak clearly, if he confessed impulsively, he would definitely be rejected.While watching the sunset, he thought about agreeing to Wei Wenxing to take his time, and only dared to test it quietly.And when Wei Wenxing was drunk, he wanted a confession that would be responsive...

He also has a lot of worries.

If you missed tonight, when is the next time?

Jiang Chifeng looked at him, and suddenly said: "I only listen to my boyfriend, why do you care whether I wear shoes at home?"

Wei Wenxing's men couldn't control the strength, and rubbed it down vigorously.

Jiang Chifeng let out a "hiss" and kicked him lightly: "You want me to die, my friend."

These words didn't sound like anger, but flirting on the contrary, the ending hooked, and Wei Wenxing's mind became a wild horse, rushing towards Jiang Chifeng's heart.

"Don't let me control you." Wei Wenxing looked at him with deep eyes and a hoarse voice, "You are the one who wants me to die..."

"You can feel it now, do I know how you felt when you met Liang Yuebai?" Jiang Chifeng didn't look away, but looked at him, looking at himself in his eyes, "Just Like you have no status to control me, I have no status to control you, no status to be jealous, no status to lose your temper with you."

"I like you... Wei Wenxing."

"I'm taking your time with you, I ask you out to play, I ask you to eat, take a walk, drink, chat... I go to understand your preferences, meet your friends, I bring you into my circle, all my friends I know that I am pursuing you." Jiang Chifeng said, "But I don't know how to slow down."

Wei Wenxing was stunned.

When he heard the young master say he liked it, he could hardly think.During this period of time, he worked desperately on the project, just to get closer to the young master.

He always thought that when he worked harder and succeeded, he would be able to cross the cliff between them and stand beside the young master.

Sometimes I also think that the young master who is full of bells, drums and jade is not lacking in anything, and the only thing he can give the young master is his own heart.

But does the young master really care about his heart?

He would think that the young master has teased him in every possible way in the past six months, maybe it was just a novelty on the spur of the moment, what he can't get is the best... Maybe he gave this heart out, and the young master felt bored, no interest...

All kinds of thoughts are pulling each other, and they all point to one result - you are not suitable, and you will not be together for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Chifeng calmed down slowly, but he still stubbornly wanted to answer, so he closed his eyes, lowered his head and approached, and kissed Wei Wenxing's lips lightly.

Last time Wei Wenxing didn't push him away when he was drunk, but this time, Wei Wenxing was sober and could push him away.

With a superficial kiss, he backed away a little.

"It's the first time I like someone so much. I like it so much that I start to worry about gain and loss, start to like to think wildly, and start to restrain my excessive wanton temper and arrogance."

"I think I'm impatient." Jiang Chifeng looked into his eyes, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"You don't have to restrain yourself."

Wei Wenxing's mind was empty, and there was only one thought left - he thought, give this heart away.

As long as the young master wants it, he will give it.

The soft lips pressed against him again, Wei Wenxing put his arms around his waist, rubbed his lips gently against his lips, pushed his lips with the soft tip of his tongue, intertwined his lips and kissed him delicately , a deep and passionate kiss.

Jiang Chifeng's heartbeat stopped suddenly, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and then his heartbeat became more violent, one by one, like a dense and powerful drum beating in his heart.

They were very close, the palms around his waist were warm and firm, kissing his lips and tongues and entangled with him, and their hot breaths were also intertwined.

When he was a little out of breath, the wet and soft touch on his lips finally parted a little.

Jiang Chifeng's eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and looked into a pair of dark and deep pupils.Those eyes reflected his eyebrows, like a deep sea, sending gentle waves, making him drown in it.

Wei Wenxing said it again: "Young master, you don't have to restrain yourself."

"You can throw your temper at me if you are angry, and you can tell me if you are unhappy." He said, "But don't be jealous."

"I have no contact with him, and no old relationship. When we broke up, I had already let go. Later, he also got married. It's been so long. It's really unreasonable for you to be jealous of him."

Jiang Chifeng grabbed Wei Wenxing's shoulders, panting softly with a blushing face, his chest heaved, and he looked a little emotional.

But he was still thinking about the things that upset him in the past two days, so he simply cleaned up the old account tonight: "Then you still cry at his wedding."

Wei Wenxing: "...I didn't cry."

At most, he felt a little emotional when he was attending the wedding that day, and when he hit the young master's car, he felt a little helpless and palpitations, so why did he cry.

"He's here at the class reunion, you still have to go."

"I didn't know he was there." Wei Wenxing sighed, "Fang Xiu told me that I would go if he didn't go."

"Chu Jinghong said that the day you met, you talked very happily."

"Just said one word." Wei Wenxing couldn't help laughing at his angry look, "He said congratulations to me, and I said thank you."

Jiang Chifeng lowered his head slightly, resting his chin on his broad shoulders, wrapped his arms around him like vines, and hugged him quietly after kissing.

"Then I won't be jealous." He said, "Don't make me jealous in the future either."

He heard Wei Wenxing's heartbeat, and amidst the powerful heartbeat, Wei Wenxing responded: "Okay."

Wei Wenxing also hugged him, put his hands on his back, and slid down to his waist, as if he didn't know where to put them.

But it didn't let go.

"It's my turn to ask that question," he said.

"Are you in love, young master, you can ask me to watch the sunrise, sunset, drink... anything you want at any time."

"You can hold hands, hug, kiss, don't be careful to try."

"Talk!" Jiang Chifeng leaned over to kiss him, "Then can I stay overnight?"

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Mo Fengjun:

In order to make the plot more reasonable, appropriate adjustments and deletions have been made

Bow to the babies, I finally wrote together

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