Little handsome guy, don't run away [e-sports]

The long and soft kiss finally calmed down Ye Qian's emotions that were almost on the verge of collapse, but the hand holding Shen Youzhu's waist did not let go for a long time, and his fingers were still tightly clutching Shen Youzhu's thin coat. , as if Shen Youzhu would suddenly disappear as soon as he let go of his hand.

"What's the matter today?" Shen Youzhu tilted his head, gently squeezed Ye Qian's little face full of grievances, "I'm almost out of control when I take the initiative."

"Didn't you say you're going to meet your friends tonight?" Ye Qian sniffed and sobbed twice before continuing, "Why did you come back so soon?"

"Just now I was still blaming me for coming back late," Shen Youzhu laughed, and couldn't help kissing Ye Qian's face again, "The friend I want to meet has just been bullied by a little crying bag, and I can't see you anymore. "

"Then you can still reissue the consolation prize..."

"Good idea." Shen Youzhu nodded.

"Hey!"

When Ye Qian heard Shen Youzhu's answer, his eyes widened instantly and he raised his head to look at Shen Youzhu in disbelief, but what he wanted to say next was melted into his lips and teeth by Shen Youzhu's delicate kisses.

"Don't go..."

Ye Qian acted unreasonably willful.

Even if he knew in his heart that it was just a joke made by Shen Youzhu casually.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he will be used to it no matter what...

***********

When he was in the car just now, Coach Ming had already agreed to the requests of several team members, and planned to organize a group to visit Hu Yiyao in the hospital tomorrow.

This is an excellent reward for everyone. Of course, it will be even better if Hu Yiyao's operation is successful tomorrow. It doesn't matter if he trains continuously for three days and three nights after he comes back.

After arriving at the base by car, Pei Hong and Fang Haoman returned to the dormitory together.

Pei Hong hummed a little tune, put the backpack used during the competition into the cabinet, and was about to take a shower with clean clothes, but suddenly heard the phone ring.

Ye Zhao.

By the way, Pei Hong suddenly slapped his head when he saw the caller ID. He remembered that he and Ye Zhao had made an appointment a long time ago to go to Ye Zhao's studio the next day after the match with TNG. After discussing it There's such a thing as modeling.

But because too many things happened in the team in the following period, Pei Hong accidentally put Ye Zhao's affairs in the back of his mind.

Now that the call came, he panicked like a frightened quail, and quickly took the phone over.

"Hey—Ye, Ye Qian's brother."

Pei Hong didn't know what was going on with her either. After answering the phone, her brain suddenly twitched and she immediately forgot what Ye Zhao's name was.

Ye Zhao on the other side of the phone was obviously stunned: "You are so polite."

"I forgot your name..."

"..."

"Then call me husband..." Ye Zhao said, "I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

"Oh, remember, it's called Ye Zhao, right?"

"Are you sincere..."

Pei Hong was so amused by Ye Zhao's helpless tone that she stood up and threw the clothes that she was going to change in the shower on the bed, and sat next to her: "I really forgot just now... I read it before answering the phone." I can’t remember the effort of pressing a key.”

"It's okay, it's the same when I'm busy and dizzy." Ye Zhao didn't know what he was doing. The background sound was very classic blues jazz. Pei Hong didn't know how to appreciate it, so he thought it was quite nice. "When will there be tomorrow?" time?"

"Tomorrow..." Pei Hong scratched her head. Between making excuses and telling the truth, Pei Hong finally chose the latter, "I might go to the city hospital tomorrow..."

"What's wrong?" Pei Hong's hesitation made Ye Zhao suddenly panic, "Are you sick?"

"No..." Guessing that Ye Zhao must have misunderstood what he said, Pei Hong quickly denied it, "One of my teammates is sick and undergoing surgery, I want to go see it."

"The city hospital is not close to your base." Ye Zhao said, "When will the operation be?"

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon..." Pei Hong said, "It will take three or four hours."

"so late……"

Pei Hong originally thought that Ye Zhao would definitely be angry after hearing what she said, and even if she wasn't angry, she must be a little bit dissatisfied, after all, she was let go of the pigeon for no reason.

It's okay to say that Pei Hong took the initiative to call this call, but it turned out that Ye Zhao called Pei Hong, so it seemed to be more obvious.

It feels as if if I hadn't made this call, the matter would have been lost.

For an artist like Ye Zhao, I am afraid that the situation of being let go by his model should be very rare, or never happened at all.

Pei Hong felt guilty.

After listening to Pei Hong's words, Ye Zhao was silent for a while, and then smiled: "Then why don't we choose another day, be careful on the road, and wish your teammates a speedy recovery."

……

Ye Zhao's answer caused an indescribable sense of guilt to hit Pei Hong's heart instantly.

To be honest, he was really looking forward to Ye Zhao's temper tantrum, blowing his beard and staring at him now, but he didn't at all... He was so calm as if he was talking about the bright moon and few stars tonight.

"You..." Pei Hong bit her lower lip, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Ye Zhao asked.

"..." Pei Hong's heart ached again, and after hesitating for a moment, she made up her mind and said, "Why don't you come to the hospital to pick me up when I'm about to leave, and we'll go to your studio at night."

"Really?"

"Why did I lie to you..."

"Then I'll go to the hospital to find you!"

Hearing Ye Zhao's tone of voice that was completely different a few seconds ago, Pei Hong drooped her shoulders helplessly, and sighed: "So you were actually angry just now, right..."

"Huh? No," Ye Zhao said, "Why do you ask?"

"You have even changed your voice right now," Pei Hong smiled, "It's so obvious, don't you feel it yourself?"

"No, I'm really not angry," Ye Zhao responded flatly to Pei Hong, "It's just a little bit lost."

"What's missing?"

"I thought I could see you tomorrow, but I was almost let go." Ye Zhao smiled wryly.

"A well-known modern and contemporary painter was let go by an unknown person..." Pei Hong muttered, "Well, I am really disappointed."

"It's all right."

After Ye Zhao finished speaking, Pei Hong clearly heard a "da" from the phone, probably lighting a cigarette, and then heard Ye Zhao exhale again.

"What does that have to do with it?" Pei Hong asked Ye Zhao, thinking to herself that the gap between the two brothers was really not small, and it seemed that Ye Qian had never seen him smoke since he joined the team.

"And..." Ye Zhao was about to answer, but suddenly stopped for some reason, and after hesitating for two seconds, he laughed, "It's nothing."

"???"

"I'll pick you up at the hospital tomorrow."

"it is good……"

After hanging up the phone for no apparent reason, Pei Hong casually threw the phone aside, and lay on the bed in a daze, thinking about what Ye Zhao said just now.

What does it have to do with...

"Pei Hong?"

Taking advantage of the time when Pei Hong was on the phone, Fang Haoman quickly changed into casual clothes from the room, then went to Pei Hong's room and knocked on his open door twice, "Would you like to go downstairs for dinner?" ?”

"No," Pei Hong waved his hand, "Just bring me a bowl of preserved egg porridge."

"You're so lazy."

"Hey brother," Pei Hong rolled over, sat up from the bed, and waved to Fang Haoman, "Come here and I'll ask you something."

"Say it, it's mysterious." Fang Haoman took two steps forward, grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Do you still remember what I told you before... Ye Qian's brother asked me to be a model for his oil painting?"

"Remember, you were afraid that it was a nude model."

"That's not the point," Pei Hong frowned, expressing concern for Fang Haoman's ability to grasp the point, "I haven't talked to our coach about this, but tomorrow Ye Zhao said he would take me to the studio to have a look and then sign a contract ..."

"Then find a chance to talk to the coach tomorrow, it's not a big deal."

"Will the coach agree..." Pei Hong looked worried.

"What are you going to do if you don't agree?"

"I..." Pei Hong's eyes were a little confused.

"How is uncle?" Fang Haoman didn't intend to wait for Pei Hong's answer. According to his tangled personality, it is possible to stretch the word "I" until tomorrow morning, so he simply changed the subject.

"Not too good," Pei Hong said, "I'm going to take leave and go home to have a look after my master's hand recovers."

"It's not easy for you," Fang Haoman clicked his tongue, "It's okay, you can talk to the coach and manager tomorrow, they know you are in a hurry to spend money, so they won't make things difficult for you."

"I borrow your good words."

"Don't be polite, it's better to scold me less than anything in the double row in the future."

"You will really make things difficult for me."

"What is this called?"

************

Ye Qian took a shower and came out of the bathroom, instead of going back to the room directly, he knocked on the door of Shen Youzhu's room instead.

"Come in."

Ye Qian cautiously pushed the door open, and saw Shen Youzhu sitting at the table cleaning his pair of Yeezy 500s with a bristle brush.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that it was Ye Qian, Shen Youzhu put the little brush aside and raised his head to look at him.

Ye Qian walked into Shen Youzhu's room slowly, closed the door and walked two steps in: "I forgot to ask you just now...how is Xiao Ke?"

"Fortunately, I just hit my head against the wall and got a big bump. The doctor said it would take half a month to get rid of it," Shen Youzhu said, "I was also fined by the teacher for a [-]-word self-criticism. I couldn't write pinyin, which was embarrassing for the child. broken."

"You didn't spend much time with him."

"Isn't it because I stayed with him in the hospital for a while, some people blamed me and said I didn't want him." Shen Youzhu leaned on the back of the chair with a smirk on his face, "If you come back later, you will get skin cramps .”

"I was just... Forget it, I'm just being unreasonable."

Ye Qian wanted to explain to Shen Youzhu that he was a little impulsive just now because of the messy things he saw on Weibo, but after thinking about it, forget it.

After telling Shen Youzhu, there is no other use except to make him feel troubled.

"You came to me after taking a shower just to talk about this..." Shen Youzhu stretched, picked up the plastic shoe box on the ground, put the shoes back and covered them, then stood up and walked in front of Ye Qian, stretched out his hand He hugged Ye Qian's waist, "Don't you want to say something else?"

"say what……"

Ye Qian blinked, and began to pretend to be confused with understanding.

"I really don't know what to say?"

"Do not lie to you."

Shen Youzhu smiled, then pushed Ye Qian down on the bed and kissed him.

"Shen...um...!!"

Tongue unceremoniously pried open Ye Qian's thin lips, Ye Qian flopped about twice like a fish just landed, and felt Shen Youzhu's cool fingertips twirling on his lower abdomen.

Ye Qian felt cold, his eyes widened and he struggled harder.

He didn't dare to look directly into Shen Youzhu's eyes, because he always felt that he would expose too much because of this.

……

Just when Ye Qian felt that his position at the front door was about to fall, Shen Youzhu suddenly stopped, and his heavy breath slapped Ye Qian's neck, which made Ye Qian feel restless.

Shen Youzhu smiled.

"Why are you smirking..." Ye Qian blushed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly in his arms, mustering up the courage to look at Shen Youzhu.

Shen Youzhu didn't have the slightest intention to get up from Ye Qian's body. He knelt on the bed with one knee, pressed against Ye Qian's crotch and looked at him with a smile: "You seem to be enjoying it."

"fart."

"It doesn't seem like that," Shen Youzhu nodded, and kissed Ye Qian's face again, "You are so satisfied with my service."

"..." Ye Qian lost his temper, frowned, and tried to look reluctant, "Then do you want to continue or not?"

"Of course, master," Shen Youzhu replied bluntly, "but not now."

"why?"

"I just finished washing my shoes and haven't washed my hands."

"..."

Ye Qian felt that he hadn't shrunk after hearing this answer, it was really a miracle of his life.