[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

In order not to reveal her home address, most of Zhang Jiale's couriers were sent to Sun Zheping's company.

So Sun Zheping could always receive some couriers with strange recipient names. Brother Ping and Le Ge were already very common, so common that the courier could deliver them directly to him when they saw this name.The other ones were boastful but didn't write their names clearly. He had to take them home and open them together with Zhang Jiale to study the contents, and then guess whose fans sent them.

In recent days, after the news that he and Zhang Jiale were officially in a relationship spread widely, the things sent to the company became even more messy. What said happy wedding and wish them both good sex, Sun Zheping felt dizzy when he got the courier. The big symbol that is about to burst out of anger is coming.

The things inside are even more interesting. Zhang Jiale smiles and unpacks the package almost every day, not to mention fruity lubricants, strawberry flavored XX oil, and Durex.

There are even letters written by small fans in some of them, which brand is which model is easy to use, which tastes delicious, and it is only a matter of sending a erotic album.

"You guys are very good at acting."

After Zhang Jiale unpacks the express delivery, he will also criticize a few words in the live broadcast room.

"Can you send these things casually? Dasun and I are such idols in your eyes?"

As a result, a bunch of yeses and yeses appeared on the screen.

Zhang Jiale suspected that someone might send them a kidney treasure in a while.

What's even more exaggerated is that there are still people posting their double-flowered erotic comics and double-flowered erotic texts on Weibo.Zhang Jiale lay in Sun Zheping's arms at night and brushed Weibo, blushing and pursing his lips, occasionally sharing with Sun Zheping the feasibility of certain postures.

At times like this, Sun Zheping would rub Zhang Jiale's butt and tell him that he could discuss these issues with him on weekends.

When Sun Zheping called to tell Zhang Jiale that he had two more deliveries, Zhang Jiale was thinking about life in front of the empty refrigerator.

"Da Sun, there is no food at home, how about we go out to eat tonight, I will take you, and you take the money?"

Zhang Jiale clamped the phone between his shoulders and his face, grabbed Zhang Xiaohei who was trying to jump into the refrigerator, and closed the refrigerator door with his elbow.

"Just remember to bring yourself with you."

Sun Zheping leaned against the door of the office, nodded with the colleagues who came in and out, then turned around and walked to the window when the little girl who gave him cat food gave him "adult" eyes.

It was cloudy outside, and it looked like it was going to rain.

The so-called autumn rain and cold, when Sun Zheping went out to work, he had already put on a windbreaker over his suit.As for Zhang Jiale, he wore a thin sweater with his collarbone exposed at home, and he didn't know who he was trying to seduce. Anyway, Sun Zheping would tug at his collar from time to time during the live broadcast.

After talking on the phone for half an hour, I still haven't decided where to eat and what to eat at night. After all, it is a big problem in life.

In the end it was decided to go out at night, Sun Zheping hung up the phone and went back to work, Zhang Jiale hung up the phone and continued the live broadcast.

As a result, it started to rain at night when he got off work. Sun Zheping was sitting in the car, thinking of calling Zhang Jiale before driving, when the cell phone on the passenger seat rang.

"Lele?"

Sun Zheping pressed the answer button and hands-free button, and put the bag containing the documents in the back seat of the car.

"It's not very good today, why don't we order takeaway," Zhang Jiale's voice sounded in the car, feeling a little empty. "How about the hot and sour noodles that I ate before?"

"I just bought it and took it home."

The Hot and Sour Rice Noodles was recommended by Zhang Xinjie before. It seems that he ate it a few times when he came to the competition and thought it was good.

"That's fine too. By the way, do you know that there is a newly opened cold drink shop outside the community? It's the chain store for Internet celebrity cold drinks mentioned on Weibo. You can buy a good-looking cup and bring it back to taste?"

"Row."

"Then I'll wait for your return."

Zhang Jiale thought for a while, but still didn't say the words "you must buy a glass that looks really good".

I always feel that Sun Zheping will beat someone if he asks too much.

It was already dark when Sun Zheping got home. He was carrying food in one hand and papers in the other. When he got out of the elevator, he was about to kick the door with the toe of his leather shoe, when the door opened.

"Why is your hair wet?" Zhang Jiale looked at Sun Zheping's hair and frowned. When he took the things, his fingers touched together, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened. "Hands are cold too?"

"It's hard to get things, I stopped the car to buy them, and I didn't open an umbrella."

Sun Zheping explained concisely, while changing shoes, he gave Zhang Jiale a hug, and took off the windbreaker and hung it on the hanger at the door.

Zhang Jiale always felt that since the beginning of autumn, Sun Zheping had changed from an insurance salesman to a gangster.

He put the hot and sour powder on the computer desk, put the more chili peppers on his side, and put the less on Sun Zheping's side. He opened another bag and took out the contents, but it turned out that inside was an ordinary pearl that could not be more ordinary milk tea.

"Why didn't I realize that your aesthetic requirements are so low before," Zhang Jiale said to Sun Zheping as he tapped the milk tea with a straw when he was sitting next to Zhang Jiale breaking disposable chopsticks. "Does this look good?"

Sun Zheping picked hot and sour noodles, and glanced at the cup of milk tea that Zhang Jiale disliked: "I think you look good, can I buy it?"

Zhang Jiale smiled: "Yes, but I am very expensive, Mr. Sun, are you sure you can afford it?"

Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows: "How expensive?"

"You need a household registration book to sell."

Zhang Jiale stretched out a finger in a one-to-one gesture, and waved it in front of Sun Zheping's eyes.

"Okay," Sun Zheping nodded. "You know where my account book is, just take it and do it yourself."

"Okay, stop talking, what are you going to do?" Zhang Jiale couldn't help laughing outright. "You want to adopt me, so your son will probably step on me again at night when he sleeps."

Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale, "Are you stupid" written in his eyes.

"I'm not adopting you," he put a piece of meat inside the hot and sour powder into his mouth. "It's a spouse."

Zhang Jiale bit the straw and snorted, and swallowed a sip of milk tea before speaking: "Would you like to have a sip, it's still delicious."

Sun Zheping turned his head to look at Zhang Jiale, Zhang Jiale was holding milk tea in one hand, probably asking him to go over and have a sip.

So he turned around the chair and moved closer, before he could reach the milk tea, he saw a tricky smile on Zhang Jiale's mouth, followed by a gentle touch on his lips.

Sun Zheping unceremoniously knocked Zhang Jiale's teeth open, licked a circle in his mouth, and commented after leaving, "It's too sweet."

"Reward you, do you still despise it?"

Zhang Jiale lowered his head and continued to eat hot and sour noodles, sucked one into his mouth with a "chiliu", splashed some orange-red chili oil, and one of the drops fell on the monitor, which was particularly conspicuous against the bright light.

He rubbed his hands on the screen, taking a look at what the audience posted.

Oh, half of them are shouting about dog abuse, and the other half are eating dog food.

Zhang Jiale thought that maybe next time he could propose a lottery and forward it, and pick someone to give him and Sun Zheping's "dog food".