My CP must be sweet!

Miyazawa smiled calmly. Wenger didn't have such good concentration. What's more, the two were too focused just now, and now there are many people behind them watching them. He could even hear the joking whistle of the people behind him. She became popular, she lowered her head and refused to lift it up.

Miyazawa paid the bill, picked up the shopping bag, and quickly took his lover, who was blushing to the point of bleeding, out of the supermarket.

And just as they were leaving, a Chinese girl at the end of the line was staring at their backs and lost in thought.

"I seem to have seen Miyazawa and Wenger?" The girl bumped into her companion's arm after looking for a long time, uncertain.

"Who?" The companion has been playing the game, so he didn't notice what happened in front of the team at all.

"Miyazawa and Wenger." The girl repeated again.

Hearing this, the companion put down the phone, touched the girl's forehead with his hand, and then looked at the idiot's expression: "Are you crazy about your male god, this is Germany, how could they appear, and, Miyazawa Showing up with Arsene Wenger, you can imagine, I wouldn't even dream of doing it."

"I also find it unbelievable, but as their five-year-old fan, I really think those two backs are them. You don't have to believe my brain, but you can't believe my eyes." The girl pointed to her eyes Seriously.

The companion did not refute, because the girl is a pilot with 2.5 eyesight, standing 50 meters away can see whether the powder on her face is evenly applied, it is abnormal and terrifying.But she couldn't make her believe the girl's words like this, so she asked again: "Then tell me, what did you see them doing?"

"Kissing..."

companion:……

Five seconds later, the companion said: "I'm sure now that you are dreaming. If you say you are married to Miyazawa, I might still believe it."

The girl pursed her mouth, looking unhappy.

After returning home, Miyazawa put the shower gel into the bathroom first, and Wenger answered the phone in the living room.

It was Ying Yutian who called and asked him if he wanted to go out tomorrow. The friends of the film crew warmly invited them to go and see the customs of Germany.

Wenger glanced at the bathroom: "I won't go, you guys have fun, I will go directly to the studio to meet with you on Tuesday."

Ying Yutian knew that he was with Miyazawa now, so there was no surprise about this answer, but he was worried and told them to pay more attention outside. Although they were abroad, it was hard to guarantee that they didn't happen to be traveling. Chinese tourists, it is troublesome to recognize them.

Wenger agreed one by one, and said: "Be careful when you go out, take Ye Qing with you, and call me if you encounter any trouble."

Both Ying Yutian and Ye Qing can't speak German, Wenger was worried that they would go out.Moreover, Ying Yutian is a road idiot, and he lost it several times when he went abroad with him before, so it was difficult for him to feel at ease.

"Okay." Ying Yutian put on the mask and said cutely, and then happily prepared the clothes to wear tomorrow.

Although he is a road idiot, he can't resist his desire to play!

After ten o'clock, the two took a shower and climbed into bed.The beds here are naturally not as big as those in domestic villas, so the two of them can only stick close together.Arm against arm, foot against foot, they were so close that their breathing seemed to be intertwined.

Clinging to each other, the temperature in the quilt rose unknowingly, Miyazawa simply lay on his side, holding his lover tightly in his arms, the two of them were close to each other like conjoined twins.When a lover is in his arms, it is inevitable that he will be distracted, so his hands gradually became disobedient, and he carefully tested his chest and abdomen, and at the same time, one after another, moist and hot kisses gradually fell on his shoulders.

Wenger's eyes gradually blurred, and he grabbed Miyazawa's arm.When his fingers swiped from the front to the back, he suddenly woke up and grabbed his hand: "No, there are still people downstairs."

Miyazawa was stopped by this, and finally remembered something.

This house was built by Mrs. and Mrs. Smith when they were young. Now it has a history of more than 40 years. In this city, it is also regarded as the oldest group of residential houses.Since it has existed for so long, the house will have some characteristics of an old house, such as peeling walls, old stairs, thin walls, and poor sound insulation...

And the downstairs of their bedroom is the bedroom of Mrs. and Mrs. Smith. I can't hear ordinary walking and talking, but I can hear louder movements, such as loud quarrels, or intense sports.

In the first month when they moved in, they didn’t know that the sound insulation effect of this house was so worrying, so they never restrained themselves when doing certain things. For the first time, they got rid of the shackles of their family members, so they lived as they wished and unscrupulously.

Although Mrs. and Mrs. Smith looked at them with ambiguous eyes every second day, they only treated them specially because of their homosexual status, so they didn't think there was anything wrong.

Until a month later, Mrs. Smith had two dark circles under her eyes, and she was so depressed that she pulled the two of them into the room.

Wenger originally looked at Mrs. Smith's haggard spirit and was terribly worried. He was afraid that something might happen to her body, but after listening to her words, he just wanted to jump off the building.

"You are young and energetic. This kind of thing is normal at your age, and I can understand it. But Smith and I are old after all, and it is too much to stay up until three or four o'clock every day, so..." Mrs. Smith knew Asians are not as open as Westerners, so I deliberately put it a little more implicitly.But even so, Wenger blushed, not only his face, but also his ears and neck, like a red tomato.

Seeing this, Mrs. Smith said nothing more.

Although Miyazawa was also embarrassed, he was still calm. He apologized to Mrs. Smith and promised to restrain himself in the future, then took Wenger away.He worried that if he stayed any longer, Wenger would really open the window and jump off the building.

Since that day, Wenger has not dared to see the Smiths for a month.Then, blushing and pinching the neck of a certain culprit, howled for a long time in embarrassment and anger, and issued a one-month notice of abstinence.

From then on, when he was intimate with Miyazawa again, Wenger never dared to yell again, no matter how fiercely he suppressed his voice, even sometimes Miyazawa moved too violently, he would not let him on the bed Noisy, I would rather stand on my own.Because the quality of the bed was not very good, it creaked and creaked when it was done a little more intensely.

After being away for too long, Miyazawa has already forgotten about it, and Wenger has almost forgotten about it, but when he was distracted just now, Mrs. Smith's face suddenly flashed in his mind, and he immediately remembered that past event, so he was afraid that he would never come back. Become the object of their ridicule, and quickly stop.

Miyazawa was almost sweating, but he knew Wenger was thin-skinned and couldn't force him, so he hugged him under the bed as fast as he could, pressed him against the window, and continued.

The light at the head of the bed was dim, and figures were swaying on the light green curtains, and the spring scenery in the room did not stop until the early morning light.

When the last one was over, he was so tired that he had just been put into bed and fell asleep.

On the way, he vaguely heard movement outside, but his eyelids were too heavy to open at all, so he fell into a deep sleep again, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up.

Miyazawa was not in the room.

"Strong and strong." Wenger shouted at the top of his voice, his voice was still hoarse.

After waiting for a long time without hearing anything, it was obvious that he was not at home. Wenger sat up and saw the note beside the bed—【I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon. 】

Wenger stretched, slowly got off the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, there was movement at the door, and Wenger walked into the living room. Miyazawa was carrying two grocery bags, and said with a smile, "It's just right, I bought food, let's eat first."

Miyazawa put the food box on the table, lifted the lid, and it turned out to be Chinese food.

"Is there a Chinese restaurant near here?" Wenger was surprised. He has lived here for four years. He never knew there was a Chinese restaurant nearby. Before, if he wanted to eat Chinese food, he had to take the subway for more than an hour to eat elsewhere.

"It's new. Mrs. Smith came in while you were sleeping, she told me."

Wenger bit his chopsticks: "Mrs. Smith has been here?"

"Well, I wanted to invite us to dinner, but you were still asleep, so I pushed it away." Miyazawa fed him a chopstick of potato shreds.

Wenger was biting mechanically, and his heart was so hard that he thought that as long as there was no big movement, no one would know what happened to them last night, but he didn't expect that Mrs. Smith would come to find them in person, and she was still sleeping at noon , Didn't tell her clearly that she was so tired last night, that's why she slept until now?And Mrs. Smith had not encountered such a thing before.Hey, I thought that after so many years, my dark history could finally be turned over, but I didn't expect that on the first day, the old things would repeat themselves!

He's completely lost face with Mrs. Smith.

Not long after eating, Mrs. Smith came up to deliver some fruit. Seeing that Wenger had woken up, she asked about his health condition.

Wenger calmly said it was fine, and then waited for the person to leave, blushing and kept hitting Wenger's chest.

I lost face and went home!

"Would you like to go out for a walk?" When he had bumped enough, Miyazawa embraced him, and sat on the carpet to eat fruit together.

Wenger had already done shopping here for four years. Wenger had no interest in going out, so he shook his head, turned on the TV, and prepared to spend the afternoon watching movies with Miyazawa.

As a result, just after watching the beginning of the movie, Ying Yutian called.

As soon as Wenger connected, Ying Yutian's high-decibel wailing came from the receiver.

"Xiaoge, we're lost!!!"