night fire

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Zhao Qiyan changed into a floral shirt and a dark yellow plaid skirt in the lounge, and put on a coffee-colored cardigan. The fluffy and slender bud-shaped sleeves wrapped the palms, and only a little red fingertips were exposed, looking cute. Extremely.

Lu Xiujing stared at Zhao Qiyan's hand intently, thinking that this is the legendary Mengshou (Note: The word Mengeshou comes from "Moe-sleeve", which means that in autumn and winter, due to the cold weather, girls put their hands on their hands because they are afraid of the cold. Indented into the sleeves, only part of the fingers are exposed, it looks cute and pitiful, let's figure out the specific appearance)?

Zhao Qiyan stared at Lu Xiujin with a chill.

Lu Xiu pretended not to see it.

After about 5 minutes, he also finished eating my noodles and all the marinated eggs. He held a noodle bowl and called Zhao Qiyan pitifully, "Where do you throw this?"

Zhao Qiyan was playing a game without raising his head, and said, "Go to the right, there are two trash cans at the end, one for pouring soup and the other for throwing bowls."

"Oh..." Lu Xiujin reluctantly swayed in front of Zhao Qiyan, "Aren't you going to accompany me?"

Zhao Qiyan looked up at him, and Lu Xiujin felt that he saw a line of words shining brightly on that face - "Do you need someone to accompany you, too?"

"Sorry, I'll go by myself right away."

Zhao Qiyan lowered his head and added two more skills, quickly ending the game.

He looked up at Lu Xiujin's back, and subconsciously frowned—for some reason, he felt that Lu Xiujin's IQ was getting lower and lower.

At this moment, Lu Xiujin didn't know that he was being treated as an idiot. He only knew that when he turned around, he saw Zhao Qiyan sitting on the chair stretched his legs, bent over and stretching his upper body. His upper body was parallel to his lower body, as if he had been folded in half. strings.

There was a note that made his heart beat.

Zhao Qiyan originally turned his face to the other side, but for some reason, he turned his face around. The sideburns that were pinned behind the ears fell down on his cheeks, and the soft hair fluttered lightly. Lu Xiujin felt that he had been shot in the heart.

He knew before that Zhao Qiyan had a face he liked --- but he never knew that he would be so lacking in resistance.

Resistance to Zhao Qiyan.

Lu Xiu would like to tell him how much he likes him this time, and apologize for last time.

As soon as this idea came up, the fearless young master Lu blushed for his boyish thoughts, and he felt embarrassed.

Zhao Qiyan stood up and looked at him through the crowd.

Lu Xiujin waved to him, and wanted to call him, but he opened his mouth and made no sound. He felt a little stupid, and then smiled stupidly.

He ran towards Zhao Qiyan's direction, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

—— Zhao Qiyan was gone.

Several pedestrians passed by where Zhao Qiyan was standing, Lu Xiujin walked over in disbelief, and was bumped several times.

It didn't hurt, but the huge gap in his heart spread like a black hole, almost swallowing him up. The memories he had forgotten at the station in his childhood hit him overwhelmingly, and the panic and helplessness that he thought had been forgotten were also gone Start to reproduce.

He couldn't stand anymore.

An enthusiastic passenger saw him staggering and almost fell, kindly helped him to sit on a chair, and asked him if he was all right, but it sounded to Lu Xiujin as if it came from the clouds, ethereal, and he grabbed the chair suddenly. His human arm, asked: "Did you see him? Did you see him?"

"Tell me!"

He had a ferocious face, and what he said seemed to be pleading and questioning, which frightened the passenger so much that he pulled his hand away and denied, "What, I've only seen you."

As soon as the words fell, the five fingers on the arm that seemed to be shackles loosened.Lu Xiujin hunched over, clutching his knees tightly with both hands.

About half an hour later, when he realized that there was no hope of seeing Zhao Qiyan again, he realized a fact that he didn't want to admit at all-he left him here.

Zhao Qiyan left him here.

He thought their relationship was improving, but it was just a dissonance before the end of the music.

The phone rang untimely, and Lu Xiujin closed his eyes wearily.

He didn't pick it up until the phone rang persistently for the third time.

The moment Lu Xiuyan's voice came, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, as expected, but still a little unwilling.

"Hey, ma'am."

"...It's only been a few days since you ran away, so you just answer the phone obediently?" Lu Xiuyan seemed to be smoking, her voice was a bit vague, "Why, didn't I see anyone?"

Lu Xiuyan is really smart, he really hates that Lu Xiuyan is so smart - so smart and hit the nail on the head.

He burst out laughing, and said, "See you..."

The voice gradually sank, "...It's just that it's different from what I thought."

Lu Xiuyan listened to him quietly, and it was rare that she didn't sneer at him, but said, "I asked your buddies to pick you up."

"Oh, I see."

"..."

"That's right, sister."

"Ok?"

"Have you had any fun recently?"

Lu Xiuyan put out the cigarette in the ashtray at hand, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"It's nothing... I just feel..." Lu Xiujin said seriously, "You know I want you to be happy, don't you?"

She lowered her eyelashes, straightened her wrinkled silk dress, and said, "Sister, too."

"...Then, see you later."

"Ah."

Lu Xiuyan put down her phone, and smiled at Wu Yong who was leaning against the window, "Well, your godson made my younger brother emotionally hurt."

Wu Yong withdrew his gaze from the window, and said dissatisfiedly, "What kind of son? It's so strange..."

He sat up a little bit, and the blanket on his shoulders slipped onto the bed, revealing his slender upper body, with a few bloody bite marks dotted around his collarbone and left shoulder, entrenched on the man's skin ambiguously but flamboyantly It declares one's territorial awareness.

Lu Xiuyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, bent one knee and climbed onto the bed, saying, "If it happens in the future, what are you to me?"

The sunken position of the mattress made Wu Yong's heart beat faster, and he almost jumped out of the bed: "What about you..."

"That's the in-laws." Lu Xiuyan walked behind Wu Yong's back with her knees, her round and neat nails were cruising in the groove of the spine, piercing Wu Yong's scalp, "...but you didn't give birth to your son..."

"Then count as in-laws?"

Her hand had already reached the position of the tailbone, and the other hand went around her body and pressed firmly on Wu Yong's pectoral muscles. Her white and slender fingers pressed down hard, and the dark muscles leaked from between the fingers, which was a bit irritating. human sexiness.

Wu Yong bowed his head docilely almost instinctively, exposing his slender neck for someone to nibble on, and the moment he was pushed down on the bed, his face sinking into the soft bedding, he asked vaguely:

"Which one?"

"The one you want."

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