attacking short legs

Duanyu returned home with Lian Que, and just as he was about to close the door, a pair of black and white sneakers popped out from the crack of the door.

"Wait...wait...I haven't entered the door yet..." Song Mu panted heavily, carrying Lian Que's luggage in his hand, and sweating profusely pushed open the security door with his butt, and squeezed hard in the room.

He threw the luggage in his hand heavily on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pouted his lips and asked, "There are so many things, why don't you help me get some, I'm still hungry."

"Put it down gently, don't damage my floor." Duan Yu moved the luggage blocking the door to the wall, and said to Song Mu expressionlessly: "The injury on Lian Que's waist is not healed yet, I don't want to break out in a sweat, after all, I just washed..."

"I just took a shower!" Song Mu sighed with his mouth twisted, "You have said it hundreds of times tonight, hey, forget it, I have moved back anyway, hurry up and give me the barbecue! It's getting cold!"

"Eat, eat, here you are." Duan Yu handed the barbecue in his hand to Song Mu, and smiled at Lian Que, "Go take a shower and change your clothes first, these two days are really difficult for you."

"No...it's nothing..." Lian Que saw that Duan Yu liked to be clean, and when he saw that he was dirty, he didn't have the nerve to sit on the sofa, and he had been standing by the coffee table stupidly since he entered the door.

"You sit down first, I'll help you fill the bath water." Duan Yu glanced at Lian Que, "From now on, this place will be your own home, don't be polite."

"I'll just stand, I'm dirty." Lian Que smiled embarrassedly.

Song Mu was lying on the side of the coffee table, holding a skewer in his hand, and his mouth was full of greasy food.He looked up at Lian Que, and said casually: "You can take off your outer clothes first, we are all men, what are you afraid of?"

"Well, what Gaizitou said is right." Duanyu agreed with Song Mu in a rare way, "By the way, do you have a change of clothes? If not, I will ask Song Mu to buy it for you now. You are so tall, I You definitely won’t be able to fit in your clothes.”

"No, no, I have all my clothes with me." Lian Que walked to the wall, squatted on the ground and opened the suitcase.

As soon as he bent his waist down, he felt a burning pain in his back, which kept him awake for a long time, and the hand that opened the suitcase was kept on the zipper without moving.

Song Mu ate the meat skewers in his hand in two or three mouthfuls, puffed his cheeks and swallowed desperately, and asked Duanyu angrily: "Why is it me again? Why didn't the clothes you gave me fit well?" Do you want me to make do with it, and buy a new one for this long-legged man?"

"Uncle... so I look so old..." Lian Que looked back at Song Mu in embarrassment, and there were a few creases on his forehead because he was enduring the pain.

"My money, I can spend it for whomever I like. If you want to wear something that fits you, you can buy it yourself." Duan Yu smiled proudly at Song Mu.

Song Mu snorted, was choked up by Duanyu and couldn't say anything, so he had to vent on food, and his eating became even more frenzied.

Duan Yu smiled, and found that Lian Que's expression was not right, so he hurriedly walked up to him and helped him.

"Is it where the knife was stabbed?" Duan Yu frowned slightly, "Take off your clothes, and I'll help you look."

"Uncle, I think it's better for you not to take off your clothes, so as not to be taken advantage of by some people." Song Mujian glanced at Duanyu with a smile, and his teeth became sharp as if he had suddenly opened his eyes.He still remembered what Duan Yu told him in the hospital, that he liked men.

Lian Que looked at Duan Yu dully, and found Duan Yu's face darkened, wishing he could swallow Song Mu in one gulp.

"I said Gaizitou, do you still want to live with me?" Duanyu used his trump card.

Song Mu was taken aback, and suddenly hammered his chest hard, swallowing the piece of lamb chop stuck in his throat desperately, opened his eyes and begged Duan Yu for mercy: "I was wrong! I didn't say anything just now! "

"What are you two talking about?" Only Lian Que was kept in the dark, not knowing what riddle Duan Yu and Song Mu were playing.

"It's nothing, just ignore this kid." Duan Yu glared at Song Mu.

Lian Que looked at Song Mu suspiciously, Song Mu stuck out his tongue at him strangely, grinned, pretending that nothing happened just now, and ate the leftover barbecue like no one else was around.

"Come on, show me your wound." Duanyu lifted Lian Que's clothes before he could do it himself.

Lian Que hurriedly pulled off his clothes in a panic, turned around and said to Duan Yu: "It's nothing serious, don't look at it..."

Duanyu took his hand away resolutely, lifted his clothes again, looked at the gauze that had been dyed red, and said with a livid face: "Is this all right? Are you kidding?"

Seeing that the two had an argument, Song Mu hurried over to watch the excitement: "Tsk tsk, it's all like this, why don't you go to the hospital? I think it's worse than when I was beaten."

Duan Yu looked at the two strings of pork kidneys in Song Mu's hand, wrinkled his face and held his nose with his hands, and pushed Song Mu aside: "Hurry up and take this thing to the side, it smells like shame. "

Song Mu pouted, and walked aside resentfully with two strings of pork kidneys.

"Should we go to the hospital?" Duan Yu looked at Lian Que sadly and asked softly.

"There's no need to go to the hospital. In fact, I haven't had a good rest in the past two days. I ran around and didn't heal my wounds. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep." Lian Que said.

"Running here and there? With these luggage?" Duan Yu looked at Lian Que in surprise.

"Well, someone will steal the bridge hole." Lian Que didn't feel embarrassed, "I have to go to the talent market to find a job during the day."

Duan Yu bit his lip and sighed: "Is there any medicine left?"

"Yes." The back wound didn't hurt so much, Lian Que quickly took out the change of clothes and medicine from the suitcase, smiled, "I'll trouble you to change the medicine for me in a while, when I'm alone It’s always not good to change.”

Duanyu smiled wryly: "Don't ask me to trouble you from now on. I'll get you bath water. There is boiled water in the kettle. If you feel thirsty, you can pour it yourself. Don't be restrained."

"Yeah." Lian Que nodded and smiled, took off the dirty clothes one by one, put on the bottoming underwear, and stood with his arms folded at the door of the bathroom.

Duanyu squatted beside the bathtub, stirred the water in the bathtub, just turned his head to see Lian Que's appearance, and turned his head away like a conditioned reflex.

"Strange, why am I so shy..." Duanyu blushed, mumbled something in a muffled voice, then cleared his throat, and stammered to Lian Que with his back on his back: "The temperature is about the same temperature." Now, don't wet the wound, it will become inflamed."

"Well, I know." Lian Que walked to the bathtub, Duan Yu inadvertently caught sight of his firm and undulating chest, stood up in a panic, and rushed out of the bathroom as if fleeing.

He glanced at Song Mu who had finished eating barbecue, with his legs crossed like an old man, holding a cup of steaming boiled water, grabbed the pillow on the sofa beside him and threw it towards him, and said angrily, "Go take a bath." Take a look, lest Lian Que's wound get wet."

"Me?" Song Mu caught the pillow with one hand, put the water glass in his hand on the tea table, and asked back, pointing to his nose.

"Is there anyone else here?" Duan Yu raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Still not moving?"

"Oh..." Song Mu walked towards the bathroom with a sad face.

Less than a minute after Song Mu entered, Duan Yu heard a scream outside the door, it was Lian Que's voice.

"What's the matter?" Duan Yu nervously stood outside the bathroom door, just about to open the door to go in, but after thinking about it, he let go of the doorknob, suppressed his temper and waited for the response from inside.

"It's okay..." Lian Que gritted his teeth and looked back at the wound.It turned out that it was Song Mu, who had rough hands and feet, and didn't pay attention to controlling the force when he helped him remove the gauze, and accidentally tore open the wound that hadn't fully healed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't care about the severity of what I do, just bear with it..." Seeing that Duanyu didn't barge in, Song Mu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, otherwise if he saw it, he would definitely be kicked out tonight.

"Well, the medicine is on the sink." Lian Que smiled wryly.

"Don't worry, do you want me to rub your back for you first, you will definitely wet the wound if you do it yourself." Song Mu asked kindly.

"Lian Que! Don't let him rub it for you!" Duan Yu was pressing his ear to the door, listening to the movement in the bathroom like a thief, "That kid is short-sighted, be careful that he rubs it for you!"

Lian Que smiled awkwardly at Song Mu: "It's okay, I can wash it myself, and you can just apply the medicine and bandage it up for me later."

"Whatever you want." Song Mu shrugged indifferently, and unconvincedly raised his middle finger to Duanyu outside the door.

Seeing him, Lian Que couldn't help but smile, Song Mu quickly put his fingers to his lips and nervously made a "shh" gesture, Lian Que quickly nodded in cooperation with a wink.

Seeing that the bathroom had calmed down, Duan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the unoccupied guest room to help Lian Que clean up the room.

Although the guest room has all the necessary furniture, there is nothing in the closet except a clothes hanger, and there is only a Simmons on the bed.

Duan Yu thought about it, and had no choice but to go back to his room and move the quilt on the bed to Lian Que's bed. He needed these more than himself. There were still two plush blankets in his closet, which could be used for one night and tomorrow. Go buy new ones.

After taking a bath, Lian Que felt a lot more relaxed. After Song Mu bandaged his wound, the two came out together, and happened to see Duan Yu making his bed.

"Didn't you say that there are no extra bedding?" Song Mu asked in surprise standing at the door of the guest room.

Duanyu looked back at him, and said coldly, "I scared you."

Song Mu asked excitedly after hearing this: "Is there any extra for me?"

"No." Duan Yu blurted out.

"It's okay, I have it here." Lian Que smiled and patted Song Mu's shoulder as comfort, then walked to his suitcase, took out the neatly folded quilt and mattress and handed them to him , "I'll use it for you."

Song Mu took the quilt from Lian Que's hand as if he had found a treasure, and gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "Uncle! You are so awesome! You can fit so many things in this suitcase!"

Lian Que touched the back of his head shyly, and said shyly, "These are all online tutorials. As long as you organize them well, you can pack a lot of things in the suitcase. I'll teach you next time."

"Yeah!" Song Mu hugged the quilt, walked excitedly to the sofa, and helped himself make a temporary bed.

After tidying up, Song Mu looked at the doorway of the guest room, stared dumbfounded at the condition of the mattress on the sofa, and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you? My bedding is so beautiful?"

"No, it's nothing." Duanyu swallowed pretending to be calm, thinking, if he knew this, he wouldn't have used his bedding for Lian Que just now.

It's good now, he is empty, but the words have been released, and the bed is made, he is too embarrassed to take it back, and he can't be ashamed to rob Song Mu, so now he has to break his teeth and swallow it.

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, Lian Que, you need to rest well for your injury, go to bed early." Duanyu had no choice but to change the subject, sighed plaintively, returned to his room in a sense of loss, locked his door Closed the door.

The next morning, Duan Yu was still in a haze of sleep when he heard his door knocked, he glanced at the time, it was only after 7 o'clock.

"Who is it?" Duan Yu curled up, wrapped in the thin plush blanket on the bed, slightly raised his head and looked towards the door.

"It's me, Lian Que." Lian Que had already changed into a set of clean casual clothes, and stood outside the door energetically.

Duanyu has heating and a soft and comfortable bed. He slept well last night, and the injury on his back is much better.

"What's the matter?" Duan Yu had a bad feeling and sat up nervously on the bed.

"Did you forget?" Lian Que smiled, "The matter of your driving without a license has not been resolved yet."