I heard that there is someone on the anchor

Haifei hung up the phone. At 04:30 in the afternoon, Zuo Tu's flight was at [-] o'clock. He didn't have time to pick up the plane, but he still had time to care about his boyfriend who was about to land.

What's more, he also wanted to know how Zuotu knew about his back injury.

Hai Fei put down his phone after editing the information, his face was reflected on the computer screen, a little gray and unclear.

Zuo Tu got off the plane, and as soon as the phone was turned on, a few Didi messages came in, from Haifei.

Number one, did you find a doctor for me?

The second one is 2 minutes apart, come to the base at night.

There is nothing wrong with the previous sentence, as Zuo Tu expected.

It was the second sentence. Zuo Tu could taste the bad taste from the five words and a full stop. He replied a good word and put away the phone.

Pushing the suitcase with one hand, Zuo walked with big strides, a little smile appeared on his lips after a while.

It's about fried hair.

It is raining lightly in Shanghai this day, and the sky has been gloomy.

The driver was waiting for him outside early in the morning, and he got in the car. Xiao He was already sitting in the passenger seat with a stack of documents on his lap.

If it weren't for the aesthetics, the dark blue cold hard folder should have a big word "Urgent" on it.

Zuo Tu returned to China three days later than originally planned.

After the car drove steadily, Xiao He turned around and handed over the documents, and first reported the things Zuo disciples were most concerned about: "Dr. Murad has arranged to live in XX Bieyuan..."

"Go now." Zuo disciple lowered his head and took the document, his voice was as calm as ever, with unquestionable strength.

Xiao He: "..." There is nothing to say, the base of ABC is in Bieyuan.

This doctor must have lived in the other garden because of the proprietress.

He and the driver looked at each other, and the driver silently started to set up the new navigation. I have never been to Bieyuan.

As soon as Xiao He followed Zuo Tu into the door, he heard a burst of babbling and tooth-piercing opera sounds.

This American can still appreciate the quintessence of China?Xiao He was a little surprised.

The leftist seemed to be used to it, and Murad walked slowly from the courtyard into the front hall with a radio.

He was like an old man exercising in the morning in the community park, except he was shaking a big cattail fan in his hand.

"Come on." Murad spoke in authentic Chinese, with a Shanghai accent when he listened carefully.

Zuo Tu hummed, and the two entered the study.

After 10 minutes, Zuo Tu came down alone, and then went directly to the company with Xiao He.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, Zuo went home and took a short break to rest and drove to the ABC base alone.

It was [-]:[-] p.m. when Hai Fei saw the news from Zuo Tu, and the aunt at the base brought up fruit.

Holding the mobile phone in one hand, Hai Fei bit a piece of watermelon in his mouth, got up and left the training room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

As soon as Zhou Zeqi came out of the room, he saw Hai Fei going downstairs while putting on his coat.

Hai Fei didn't turn his head back, "The Zuo disciple is back."

Zhou Zeqi: "..." Dare to be angry but dare not speak out, today is different from the past, Hai Fei is now half of the boss of the team, and the boss is the one who pays the wages.

Hai Fei didn't go far when he saw Zuo Tu alone standing under the street light.

The rain has stopped, the road is wet and the air is heavy.

As soon as the two approached.Seeing Hai Fei, the leftist put on a denim jacket over the sweater, and it seemed that he came out in a hurry.

"Why don't you wear more." Zuo Tuo stretched out his hand and put the hat behind Hai Fei's sweater on his head.

Hai Fei raised his head slightly, the brim of the hat covered his sight, he couldn't see the face of the left disciple, and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you pressing my hat?"

The left disciple bowed his head, Haifei's sweater was oversized, with a loose collar, exposing Haifei's collarbone.

As soon as the street light shone on him, he was white and reflective, especially because he was wearing a low-necked black sweater underneath, which made his index finger twitch.

The red hat covered Haifei's eyes, only showing a slightly red nose and open and closed mouth.

Zuo disciple suddenly held Hai Fei's face, bowed his head and kissed it.

Hai Fei was caught off guard and his breath was sealed.

The left disciple lightly bit Haifei's lower lip with his teeth, pulling it out like a wild animal grabbing food.

"Well," Haifei hummed in his throat, his eyes were dark, his vision disappeared, and his sense of touch became very sharp. He stretched out his hand to hold the left disciple's wrist, his lips were bitten not painful but itchy, he said vaguely Say, "Don't bite."

Zuo Tu let out a hum from his nose, and rubbed the piece of soft meat in his mouth before letting go.

As soon as the shackles disappeared, Hai Fei raised his head and lifted his hat, fog appeared from the corners of his eyes.

The two looked at each other for ten seconds.

"Let's go first." Zuo Tu stroked Hai Fei's eyelashes which were blinking back and forth, and took Hai Fei's hand to walk in another direction.

Hai Fei was led away, and he licked his lower lip, feeling that there were teeth marks left on it, "Where are you going?"

"Take you to meet someone."

"Who?"

Hai Fei remembered something after speaking, "The doctor?"

Zuo disciple: "Well, he doesn't live far away."

Haifei scratched his left palm with his fingers, obviously Lin Bowen had already made an appointment with the doctor to see him tomorrow.

"Who is he?"

Zuo Tu tilted his head, "It used to be my doctor." His expression was as usual, as if he didn't realize that something was wrong.

The doctor said he was a physical therapist, so why did the leftist accept the treatment of the physical therapist?

Unless, he was injured many years ago, and it was still on the joints of the limbs.

Hai Fei felt that his conjecture was almost verified. He grabbed Zuo disciple's hand with his fingers and rubbed his fingertips on his wrist. There was no scar, maybe it was another wrist...

"Huh?" Zuo Tu let Hai Fei's fingers make small movements on his wrist, "Touch what?"

Hai Fei let out a breath, and hesitantly asked what he always wanted to ask: "Have you ever been to an Internet cafe before?"

At that time, the two were still walking on the deserted trail, guided by street lights along the road.

"Internet cafe?" Zuo Tu looked ahead, without any pause in his footsteps, he answered Hai Fei's weird question in a natural tone, "Been there."

Hai Fei stopped, and the left disciple also stopped, turning to look at him.

Hai Fei stared straight at Zuo disciple, frowned slightly, "You always knew."

The declarative sentence he used, even though he guessed it, was still a bit unacceptable, and he resisted it in his heart, for very complicated reasons.

Zuo Tu touched the back of Hai Fei's head, with a strong sense of comfort, "I knew you wanted to do this."

"Which way?" Hai Fei lowered his head following the strength of the left apprentice, his voice was a bit muffled.

The left disciple took the man into his arms.

Hai Fei has the kind of temperament that seems difficult to get close to, and even if he gets close to him after a lot of hardships, he doesn't seem to be able to warm up to others. He is commonly known as cold, like a cat.

In fact, he is happy when he is touched along his fur, the inside is soft and waxy, his belly button is exposed for you to touch when he is happy, his paws are stretched out to scratch you, and his butt is facing you when he is unhappy.

"There's nothing to remember, it's all old things." Zuo Tu whispered, leaning into Hai Fei's ear, "It doesn't make any sense."

Haifei also felt that something was wrong with his little mood, and when the left disciple spoke, he turned his face in a twisted direction.

"What's meaningless." Hai Fei couldn't help retorting in a low voice.

That was my first love...

The author has something to say:

Thank you Manmu Sanghua baby mine

Hey, it's scary. Other authors' forty chapters are 18 words, and mine is a fraction of others...

Then you still comment on me every day, you don’t want me to be cool, it’s probably your love for me (whispered)