bus stop

The next day was also a cloudy and rainy day.

As usual, I didn't see Fu Sheng for a day, let alone hear from him.If this continues, someone will go crazy.

Chen Jian couldn't believe it, Fu Sheng would take Tang Zhen home for the weekend?

He lingered at the bus station and finally decided to go home and have a look.What if Fu Sheng is willing to let him in?

Sure enough, when Chen Jian came home, he found that the door was not locked. He gently pushed it open and closed it properly.

The room was dark and dull, and Chen Jian didn't intend to turn on the lights.He seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He went straight to the room, and a nice dark suit jacket was thrown casually at the end of the bed.Stepping into the bathroom, the first thing you see is a wine red tie on the washbasin.

This is not like Fu Sheng's style. Whether it's a coat or a tie, he will put it neatly.

No one could be found in every corner of the kitchen or the living room.Finally, Chen Jian came to the study room that he rarely stepped into. It seemed that the place was still a little popular.Even if the light wasn't turned on, Chen Jian could smell Fu Sheng's body.Also, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

This guy is drinking again.

The man who drinks really owes it, Chen Jian thought so, his eyes glanced restlessly at a dilapidated erhu in the corner.It was Fu Sheng's family treasure, and he didn't ask much about it on weekdays.Brother Yang is right, it's time to communicate more and get to know Fu Sheng.

There are a few empty wine bottles on the desk, presumably foreign wine, and I dare not touch those things too often.He can't afford to drink either.

Fu Sheng lay lazily in front of the empty wine bottle, and when he heard someone coming in, he shook his head a little.

It seems that he really drank too much, and he didn't even bother to raise his head.

It took only a few 10 minutes to get off work, and I poured myself into this look.How much does this man owe?

Chen Jian approached little by little, and found that Fu Sheng was holding a piece of crumpled paper in his hand.He quickly snatched it up and spread it out. On it was Fu Sheng's handwriting: "So that the hearts of parents in the world will not be reborn as males but as females. The high place of the Li Palace enters the blue clouds, and the wind of fairy music is heard everywhere."

At first glance, this is an ancient poem?So Fu Sheng not only loves to listen to classical music, but also loves to read ancient poems.Why, the more I got to know him, the more I realized that I had nothing in common with him.

After a while, the drunk-eyed man muttered sullenly: "Give it back to me."

Chen Jianwenyan quickly squeezed the paper into his trouser pocket.

Seeing that he was not doing much, Fu Sheng forced himself to stand up. After standing for a few seconds, his whole body went limp again.

In order to support him, Chen Jian didn't stand firm, and was pushed down on the carpet by the other party's whole body with a bang.

"Don't move," Fu Sheng whispered in his ear.

"It's a fool not to move," Chen Jian said what was in his heart.

Suddenly turned over and pressed the man under him.In a matter of seconds, the obstructive clothes were removed one by one, and Chen Jian spat into the palm of his hand.

It's better to communicate in the most comfortable way.

"You dare?" Fu Sheng turned his head and shouted.

"Why don't you dare? Brother, you dare. You want to touch me when you're drunk. I'm not drunk, so I'm still afraid of you?"

Chen Jian only gave the other party a taste of sweetness, and refused to move any more.

Fu Sheng pinched his thigh feebly and urged, "Move."

"Didn't you just say not to move?"

"Move," Fu Sheng repeated.

Chen Jian pretended to be unhappy: "Move as you please? Who are you to me?"

When asked so bluntly, who would have expected the other party to answer honestly: "Daughter-in-law."

Chen Jian held back the corners of his lips that were about to rise, and wanted to confirm: "Are you my wife?"

Fu Sheng shook his head slightly: "No, you are a daughter-in-law." In Chen Jian's eyes, that drunken appearance was very lovely.

He knew he shouldn't be too happy too early, but this at least shows that Tang Zhen has no chance.Thinking about it this way, he gave it unreservedly, and the man just under him also wanted it unabashedly.

One is willing to give and the other is willing to take. Isn't this the most comfortable way to get along?

Regardless of his fame and fortune, wealth or poverty, solving physical problems is the kingly way.

Chen Jian was thinking like this, pushing hard to the inside, sprinting hard...

The author has something to say: How can I break it if I want to sing again?

"Too much to say

I can only watch you get in the car

where to go this time

it's your unbearable my silence

promised all your choices

including choosing to leave me

My timidity did not touch you

it's your pity my fault

I choose to say goodbye to your past

Don't talk about me in the past

Blame me, don't say, don't do, don't touch

Touch the softest pain in your heart

I would like to dream a dream for you

accidentally wet your pillow

I blame you for being too loving, too understanding, and too calm

Take it easy on the void created by not being brave"

- Yan Zehuan "Fault"