The blind date is Neptune

Qiuhong licked his lips, turned off the game, and Yan Xiaowen mercilessly threw the phone on the table.

Qiuhong let out an "hey", glanced at the poor cell phone, turned his head, and looked carefully at Yan Xiaowen's expression.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaowen reached out and turned him around, and the two became face to face.

Yan Xiaowen was already a little taller than Qiu Hong, and when the two of them sat and stood, Qiu Hong felt inexplicably suppressed, moved uncomfortably, and took half a step back with the chair.

Yan Xiaowen watched him silently, like silently condemning a scumbag, Qiu Hong shrank his neck and muttered, "What do you want to do!"

"I think..." Yan Xiaowen approached Qiuhong suddenly, Qiuhong wanted to push him away, but was stopped first, and then, what Yan Xiaowen said in his ear made him blush.

"Get out!" Qiuhong kicked Yan Xiaowen, Yan Xiaowen squeezed into the gaming chair and pressed on Qiuhong's leg.

The single gaming chair creaked instantly.

"Yan Xiaowen, get up!" Qiu Hong was angry and anxious, pushing him hard.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Yan Xiaowen's eyes, he followed Qiuhong's strength and stood up, his expression was a little frustrated, he turned around and walked to the bedside in the study room, and spread out the sheets.

"What are you doing!" Qiuhong's face has recovered, and his ears are still a little hot.

Yan Xiaowen paused, stopped making the bed, and said, "You don't even let me sleep in the study?"

Qiuhong's heart sank, and he said unhappily, "What are you doing in the study?"

Yan Xiaowen was silent for a moment, then said: "Then I... I'll go back later."

"Are you going back?" Qiuhong's face turned completely cold, "Why don't you just go back now, so as not to delay my live broadcast."

He said he wanted to broadcast live, but Qiuhong stood up suddenly and rushed to the door angrily, as if Yan Xiaowen had done something to him.

Yan Xiaowen was in a hurry, and before he could figure out why Qiuhong was angry, he caught up with him one step at a time, stepped forward three steps at a time, and hugged Qiuhong not to let him go.

"I'm not leaving!" Yan Xiaowen was sure that if he left like this, Qiuhong wouldn't be able to sleep well all night, and he had to get angry at himself.

Qiuhong pushed him away vigorously: "Get out, get out, I will get angry when I see you!"

Yan Xiaowen was pushed away by him, hurriedly closed the door which was ajar, and pushed Qiuhong against the door with his body.

Qiuhong suddenly lost his voice, and after a while, he said in a muffled voice: "Don't you want to go back, why are you still here!"

It's not as fierce as before.

Yan Xiaowen turned his head around, and moved slightly closer to Qiuhong, he could almost feel the temperature of Qiuhong's skin.

"Brother Hong, you can't be so unreasonable." Qiu Hong heard that he was going to explode again, but was easily suppressed by Yan Xiaowen, so he could only stare at Yan Xiaowen fiercely.

"You don't let me sleep with you, and you don't let me sleep in the study, do you want me to sleep on the floor in the living room?"

When Qiuhong heard the words, he looked awkward, and said erratically, "Didn't you say you want to go home?"

"I want to sleep with brother Qiuhong."

"You have a good idea." Qiuhong's voice was not angry at all, but it was as vain as Juju's coquettish voice.

Yan Xiaowen's heart moved, and he gently covered Qiuhong's lips. Qiuhong's slightly unfamiliar response encouraged Yan Xiaowen to become more fierce.

After a while, the two separated.

Qiuhong didn't like the noise of the study room, so he took reference to the sound insulation effect when designing it. At this moment, in the silent study room, it seemed that only the sound of the two people's heavy breathing and the thunderous heartbeat were left.

"Brother Hong..." Yan Xiaowen was about to speak, but Qiu Hong gently pushed him away, lowering his eyes: "I haven't taken a bath yet, I smell bad."

Yan Xiaowen immediately agreed with a slight smile, Qiuhong opened the door of the study, and said naturally: "Don't tidy up the study, it's troublesome."

After finishing speaking, before Yan Xiaowen could answer, he quickly hid in the bedroom.

Qiuhong entered the bedroom, looked at the tall closet, felt a little bit in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he had stuffed all the babies into the closet.

At the moment, he forgot the nervousness that he was about to share the bed with Yan Xiaowen, quickly found a set of clothes from the closet, and hid the babies in it, worried, and found a few more coats to cover them. I was relieved.

The mobile phone was put in the study by Yan Xiaowen. He was in a hurry to leave just now and didn't go back to get it. Qiuhong wanted to play a game to pass the time. When he opened the door, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom and went back to the room with guilt.

Hey, having a boyfriend is really troublesome, and I can't even play games happily.

Goudan and Juju are sleeping together, looking very harmonious, Qiuhong suddenly thinks of a special lunch break, and thinks that he will sleep with Yan Xiaowen again, and his face becomes irritated.

The more Qiuhong didn't want to recall, the more the scene at that time appeared in his mind.

When Yan Xiaowen came out, he saw Qiu Hong sitting by the bed alone, thinking about something, his whole body looked like a fried shrimp, glowing red.

Qiuhong came back to his senses, and suddenly faced Yan Xiaowen who was only wearing a bath towel, and before he could get angry, he was attracted by Yan Xiaowen's figure.

In Zhuzhou for two months, Yan Xiaowen's originally brightly white skin was tanned to a certain degree, matching Yan Xiaowen's abdominal muscles... ah!tasty!

"wear clothes."

Yan Xiaowen turned his eyes to the whole set of clothes on the bed, and slowly asked: "Wear so much for sleeping?"

Qiuhong's eyes wandered for a moment: "It's okay for you not to wear it."

Yan Xiaowen smiled softly, packed up her clothes, and raised her hand to open the cabinet, Qiu Hong quickly sat up and grabbed him: "Just put it on the cabinet, anyway, it's what you're going to wear tomorrow."

In early summer, the heating had already stopped, and the temperature in Jingshi was no higher than that in Zhuzhou. Yan Xiaowen rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, lifted the quilt and got in.

Qiuhong washed it in the morning, so he didn't bother to wash it again now, and was going to take off his clothes and go to bed.

His hands were already on the buttons, seeing that Yan Xiaowen was lying under the blanket to watch him take off his clothes, he blurted out: "Don't watch!"

Yan Xiaowen didn't panic at all, and joked: "They're all men, what are you afraid of, Brother Hong? It's a big deal, I'll show you back?"

As he said that, he was about to push the quilt away.

Qiuhong hurriedly stopped him: "Who wants to watch you! Carry it on your back, do you hear me!"

Yan Xiaowen turned around regretfully, with his back to Qiuhong, and after a trifling sound, a warm body lay down behind his back.

The corner of Yan Xiaowen's mouth twitched, and as soon as he turned over, he pulled Qiuhong into his arms.

Qiu Hong was caught off guard by being pulled over, and his mouth fell on Yan Xiaowen's chin.

"Hiss—" Yan Xiaowen couldn't control his strength well, and was hurt by the bump, "You want to murder your own husband!"

After Qiuhong came to his senses, he had a happy expression on his face: "It's what I deserve, I'm killing my wife to preach."

Yan Xiaowen didn't argue with him, anyway, he was very talkative, and immediately approached Qiuhong in this posture, and said: "It hurts too much, I need Brother Hong to kiss me to get better."

After speaking, he quickly moved over, blocked Qiuhong's mouth, and suppressed Qiuhong's right to protest.

A smile flashed in Qiuhong's eyes. When he left Yan Xiaowen behind, he thought of the current scene and immediately responded positively.

The experience of the two comes from each other, this feeling, as if blending together like the same person, makes people unable to help being intoxicated.

After the kiss, both of them were a little bit emotional, Qiu Hong's flushed face was tense, and he gently rubbed his face and smiled warmly.

Yan Xiaowen suppressed his movements impatiently, and said in a low voice, "I didn't buy anything..."

Qiuhong himself didn't expect it, but he was really uncomfortable at the moment, and couldn't help but glared at Yan Xiaowen. Yan Xiaowen pressed Qiuhong's forehead with a low smile, kissed him, and said coquettishly: "Brother Hong, help me!" help me?"

Qiuhong's hand had already been put on it, but he trembled, Yan Xiaowen exhaled in pain, and said in surprise, "Brother Hong, be careful!"

Qiuhong was embarrassed in his heart, but he still said unforgivingly: "It will be good if I get it for you."

Yan Xiaowen chuckled, and pecked Qiuhong's face that was almost on fire: "Brother Hong, isn't he greedy for my body?"

"You... what are you talking about!"

But Yan Xiaowen freed his hand and grabbed a hand that was igniting fire everywhere on his abdominal muscles. He didn't speak, but looked at Qiuhong with a half-smile.

Embarrassed, Qiuhong dropped his hands and went on strike.

Yan Xiaowen had no choice but to rely on herself.

After the two vented, Qiuhong looked lazy, and unconsciously stroked Yan Xiaowen's abdominal muscles, Yan Xiaowen grabbed his hand, and said helplessly: "If you don't help when the fire is lit, what's the trouble? "

In Qiuhong's empty mind, the words "Woman, you are responsible for putting out the fire that you light" suddenly entered, and under such circumstances, the scene of laughter broke out.

Yan Xiaowen looked at Qiu Hong, who was giggling with laughter, with a puzzled expression, did he say anything?

What's more, Qiu Hongming had already stopped, glanced at him, and started giggling again.

Yan Xiaowen: ... What joke did he say?

Locking Qiuhong in his arms with hands and feet, Qiuhong sensed the danger and gradually became nervous: "What do you want? I'm going to call someone!"

"No one will come in even if you call your throat broken." Yan Xiaowen was confident.

Qiuhong let out a "puchi", and couldn't help laughing again.

Yan Xiaowen pressed against his face depressedly, somewhat frustrated: "What are you laughing at?"

Qiuhong's eyes were erratic: "Do you usually read women's novels to learn from them?"

Yan Xiaowen thought for a while and said: "Occasionally, I read a little at the beginning, but now I basically read more articles on the male channel."

Qiuhong laughed again, that is self-taught, no wonder the female frequency became a god so quickly.

"Say! What are you laughing at!" Yan Xiaowen has already begun to scratch Qiuhong's itchy flesh despicably.

Qiuhong exclaimed, and hurriedly hid under the bed, but in the blink of an eye, the sheets were messed up, as if some great war had happened.

Obviously, the two of them had a friendly exchange.

Qiuhong was lying on the bed, panting heavily, Yan Xiaowen also managed to force out the truth, he squeezed the soft flesh of Qiuhong's waist, and was patted down by Qiuhong's paw.

"Didn't you say you're also writing a novel? Come, read it for me."

Qiuhong suddenly became nervous: "I don't write any more."

Since the last time he made it clear to Yan Xiaowen, he decided not to write, and it has been two months since he stopped writing.

Yan Xiaowen said with a smile: "The old ones are also fine."

The author has something to say: Brother Hong: It’s terrible, black history can’t be covered

☆、Chapter 23