Brother, do you like me today?

The dinner party starts at 6:[-] p.m. in a private restaurant.

Feng Qiu was dazed by Wang Lin's alcohol-flavored drink, his snow-skinned apricot cheeks, flushed cheeks, red water chestnut-like lips were wet and soft, weak and attractive.

Feng Qiu was half-drunk and refused to drink any more. He poked the soybeans on the plate with his chopsticks and occasionally stuffed one into his mouth, in a daze.

"I'm late."

The door was pushed open, and a gust of wind rushed in.

Wang Bozhou has a dusty elite look, exquisite and expensive shirts and trousers, and leather shoes that are as shiny as new, as if he just got off the conference table.

Feng Qiu's nerves were sluggish, but his heart was beating violently, so he naturally raised his eyes to look at him.

Wang Bozhou stood still, a strand of combed bangs slightly fell on his plump and smooth forehead, revealing a faint eyebrow, but the dark gray eyes looked straight at him, beautiful and almost transparent little light The dizziness dangled slowly in his eyes, like a candle.

Feng Qiu looked back foolishly.

Feng Qiu moved to the side, leaving a space on the left.

He waited secretly, sit down, sit down.

Wang Bozhou really walked towards him.

He took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger. When he sat down with his knees bent, his chest and abdomen stretched the shirt into a beautiful and muscular arc.

As soon as Wang Bozhou sat down, before he even drank his saliva, a small and soft hand slipped into the palm of his lap and curled up warmly.

Wang Bozhou gritted his teeth, took a sip of the water with his right hand, turned his left hand over, and slapped Feng Qiu on the back of his hand, like punishing a child in a kindergarten.

Feng Qiu whimpered softly, causing Wang Lin to ask, "Xiao Qiu, what's wrong?"

Feng Qiu shook his head, turned on the mobile phone with his left hand and started playing, but his right hand was hidden under the thick red tablecloth, and touched Wang Bozhou's solid thigh fumblingly.

He immediately tensed his muscles, pressed his wrist and grabbed Feng Qiu's Zuoluan hand.

Feng Qiu's wrists are also slender, soft and easy to pinch, but the wrist bones are distinct, sticking to his tiger's mouth intimately, warm and hot.

Fengqiu didn't move, neither did Wang Bozhou.

Playing with a mobile phone alone and drinking water alone seems to have nothing to do with each other.

But in fact, the two people's skin was sticking to the skin, exchanging temperature and touch almost greedily, pinching tightly, loosening, kneading, and struggling lightly.

I can't help but want to refuse or welcome.

Feng Qiu's ears were burning red, but due to drunkenness, he didn't show any clues.Wang Bozhou was the one with a calm mind. He chatted with the people at the same table without any waves on his face, as if the control system of the hands was separated from the control system of the facial nerves, and cold and hot belonged to two ends.

After a while, Wang Bozhou let go and patted the back of his hand lightly.

Feng Qiu felt empty for a while, but felt very ashamed, as if he wanted to be dissatisfied.

Wang Bozhou turned his head sideways and asked in a low voice, "Just eat this?"

There are only a few soybeans on Fengqiu's plate.

Wang Bozhou's voice was close at hand, as if it was attached to his earlobe. Fengqiu was so hot that he was flustered, and he couldn't choose what to say: "Well, soybeans are quite delicious, do you want it, brother?"

Wang Bozhou nodded noncommittal.

Feng Qiu straightened up and took Wang Bozhou's bowl, filled a small half of it, and pushed it in front of him again.

Wang Bozhou ate a spoonful, stopped moving the spoon, and began to drink water.

Wang Xiu said, "Why doesn't Bozhou drink alcohol?"

Wang Lin gave him a white look: "Brother, Wang Bozhou has to drive. People drive Cadillacs, no, I changed to a new Mercedes-Benz two days ago."

Wang Xiu shouted enviously: "Bozhou, you got a new car! Drive it for me!"

After drinking for three rounds, Wang Bozhou asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Wang Xiu nodded numbly.

"I didn't drink it." Mo Jiming raised his hand a little embarrassedly, "Can I open it?"

Wang Bozhou was not stingy either, he threw the car keys to her: "Take Wang Xiu with you, don't let him drive. You'll be back after a drive."

Hearing that Wang Bozhou's new car could be used, five of the people present rushed there, and only Wang Lin, Wang Bozhou and Fengqiu were left.

Wang Lin stood up again after a while and went to the bathroom.

There were only the two of them left in the box.

Feng Qiu was a little nervous, his knees were stuck on the table legs, and he bumped lightly.

Wang Bozhou suddenly leaned back on the chair, looking lazy and relaxed, but his hands were still on the table, looking at him sideways, as if he was holding Fengqiu in his arms, and he couldn't break free.

Feng Qiu bit his lip.

Wang Bozhou suddenly raised his hand again, and touched the little knob on the back of Feng Qiu's head, which was soft and fluffy, like a rabbit's tail.He smiled a little: "Who pierced it for you?"

Feng Qiu said honestly: "Wang Lin." After speaking, he raised his eyes and asked him: "Does it look good?"

Feng Qiu habitually raised his eyes to look at him, this upper eye line made his almond eyes bigger, like a full moon, with slender eyelashes, honey-colored pupils, cute and somewhat foody.

His slightly long hair was tied behind his head, revealing a smooth and delicate facial contour. There was a little baby fat on his face that hadn't faded off, making him look very young, but a few strands of hair fell into his eyes in curls. The sides and ears look like willows in the spring lake, and they start to seduce people.

Wang Bozhou said truthfully, "It's pretty."

Feng Qiu was happy, and when he was happy, he chatted: "Hey, Wang Lin pierced it for me. I was afraid that it would be a bit girlish and too girly, but I felt okay after piercing it. What do you think?" Looks good, I won't cut my hair, I get this knot every day, it's just a little troublesome to wash my hair in summer. The power of my hair dryer is so low..."

Wang Bozhou's head hurt from his chatter, and he rubbed Feng Qiu's head subconsciously: "Xiao Qiu, drink some water."

Feng Qiu didn't know why, but he obediently drank his saliva.

Feng Qiu felt that all this seemed to be a dream.

Holding the glass, he seemed to have returned to that day ten years ago, when the little boys and teenagers outside the white building of Qingjiang University were surrounded by hot air and uneasy.

The image of the stern but gentle young man Wang Bozhou overlaps with the calm and elegant young man Wang Bozhou in front of him.

For a moment, Feng Qiu felt that all the setbacks he had suffered in the past ten years had been compensated, and all the small wounds had been healed.

He called out "brother" tremblingly.

Wang Bozhou's eyes darkened, "Changed your mouth so quickly?"

Fengqiu didn't know, so, from the moment we met, wasn't he my elder brother?

Feng Qiu felt sweet and sour in his heart, looking at Wang Bozhou.Just as he was about to speak, the door opened.

Feng Qiu sat upright quickly, but Wang Bozhou did not move.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Hi, it's just the two of you."

She looked at Wang Bozhou, then at Feng Qiu, and felt that the two were a little strange.

Feng Qiu stood up slowly: "I'll have another drink."

Wang Bozhou glanced at his watch: "I'll leave in a while and wait for them to come back."

Wang Lin still felt strange, and packed her satchel by herself: "My boyfriend came to pick me up, right outside the door. I have to leave first tonight. Do you have any other entertainment afterwards?"

Feng Qiu shook his head.

Wang Lin blew him a kiss, said goodbye, and went to spend the night with her boyfriend sweetly.

Feng Qiu unknowingly drank another glass of alcohol-flavored drink, which was a bit strong, and he was not good at drinking, so he was a little bit over the top.

Wang Bozhou grabbed his wrist: "Don't drink."

The door opened with a clang, and Wang Xiu walked in, turning the bunch of car keys in his fingers, followed by the people behind.

Feng Qiu hid his hand under the table, and Wang Bozhou let it go gently.

"I have to work overtime tonight, let's go first."

Saying that, she stood up, walked to the door, picked up her suit jacket, and looked at Feng Qiu: "Xiao Qiu feels a little uncomfortable, I'll take him back."

Feng Qiu just woke up like a dream, obediently followed.

Feng Qiu also saw Wang Bozhou's new car in the parking lot. It was black and streamlined, like a dormant night animal.

Wang Bozhou asked him to get in the car, and the smart air conditioner was already turned on in the car, making it cool and comfortable.

Wang Bozhou adjusted the seat, wiped his hands, "I'll take you home."

Feng Qiu said: "I moved. I moved to the graduate student dormitory."

Wang Bozhou turned to look at him, "Why did you move to the graduate dormitory?"

Feng Qiu didn't have the nerve to tell Wang Bozhou about his family's affairs, and he didn't intend to reveal that he was in a tight financial situation, so he just said, "It's convenient to go to class."

Wang Bozhou seemed to have no doubts, nodded and started the car.

Feng Qiu felt that today was like a dream, and no matter how good a dream was, he wondered for a while whether he had hallucinated from drinking too much, and asked stupidly: "Brother, I——you——I'm not here Dreaming, right?"

Wang Bozhou seldom laughed out loud: "Little fool."

Feng Qiu thought, well, I'm a little fool now.

When he was downstairs in the postgraduate dormitory, Feng Qiu didn't get out of the car in a hurry, and called out "Brother", leaned over and kissed him on the side of the cheek, sticking his soft, sticky and wet red lips, and it was instant.

Wang Bozhou was stunned, blinked his eyes in a panic, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

The voice pressed softly against Feng Qiu's ears, like a warning.

Feng Qiu felt aggrieved: "Is this considered trouble? A kiss is trouble, then if I—"

"Feng Qiu!"

Wang Bozhou interrupted his possible bold remarks in a low voice, his dark gray eyes were difficult to distinguish, "Don't do this."

Feng Qiu licked his lips, and looked at the small piece of skin he just kissed, as if reminiscing.

Wang Bozhou looked at the small wet red tip of his tongue that was protruding inadvertently, which was soft and soft, and squinted his eyes.

"Go upstairs quickly."

Wang Bozhou finally said.