[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

Sun Zheping doesn't have a lot of work recently. The company's overall work has come to an end, and he is in a period of recuperation. He clocks in at work every day and leaves after work. He can relax as much as he wants when he returns home.

He and Zhang Jiale seem to be discussing about Wang Jiexi, but in fact, in the eyes of fans, they are showing affection.

After the discussion, there was nothing to do, so at the request of Zhang Jiale's fans, his own fans who went to Zhang Jiale's live broadcast room to watch him, and Zhang Jiale and his common fans, they turned on the computer and started the live broadcast.

By the way, he also opened a room PK with Zhang Jiale.

When Sun Zheping played, he didn't talk too much. He didn't broadcast live very much. He didn't have the habit of speaking while watching the text sent by the audience. Instead, he got used to work and became a little more serious than before. He played games with the boss of the company. The same as the stock of your own company.

On the contrary, Zhang Jiale was very excited.

The whole process is probably——

"Today, I will show you how an ammunition expert can beat a mad swordsman."

"Damn it, big grandson is merciful."

"Come, come, open it again."

"Do you think it's cool to play this skill like this?"

"Long-distance and melee combat, don't be cowardly and just do it!"

"Don't you all see where Dasun is? He has been buried by my skills. In fact, I can't see where he is either."

"Win, win, I saw the position of grandson, tsk tsk tsk, this skill, this brother is sure to win!"

Sun Zheping felt that Zhang Jiale was becoming more and more like Huang Shaotian.

All in all, there were a total of ten games, of which Sun Zheping won the first game, he also won the third and fifth games, and Zhang Jiale won the rest.

After the tenth game, Zhang Jiale clicked Reject. Instead, he took off the mouse with his left hand, released the mouse with his right hand, and stretched out his hand to Sun Zheping's desk, as if asking for something.

Sun Zheping glanced at him, clicked the mouse and sent another application, Zhang Jiale didn't refuse or accept this time, instead he moved his right hand fingers, as if hurrying up.

There was a row on the screen of "What the hell is Brother Le doing?", "Is this going to be a real person PK?", "Why do I think Le Ge can't beat Ping Ge in real person PK".

Sun Zheping looked at Zhang Jiale's screen, and then at his own. There was a string of "Brother Ping V5" with a few pagans in between, saying "I'll see you on the bed if you can't beat me".

He put his left hand into Zhang Jiale's hand, let go of the mouse with his right hand, put his elbow on the armrest of the chair, and clenched his fist loosely to support his side face and chin.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhang Jiale pulled Sun Zheping's left hand over and looked down. The palm was quite thick and rough to the touch due to lack of maintenance. Pressing his thumb into the palm of the hand and pressing it hard, there was an instinctive resistance from that hand.

Fans just realized what happened.

When Sun Zheping used to play games, he used to wear bandages all the time in order to prevent excessive force on his hands. Later, he didn't play games much after work, so he just kept bandages on his hands every day, and it happened that he didn't bandage them today.

When the audience watched the two anchors compete, their eyes were nothing more than the good-looking skills, or they stared at the anchor's face, or listened to the anchor's words, sometimes they felt that it was like talking about cross talk, which was very interesting.

Don't look at how high Zhang Jiale was during the live broadcast just now. In fact, when Sun Zheping started losing streak, he secretly glanced to the right several times, silently watching every movement of Sun Zheping's left hand .

Anyway, he used to do massages for Sun Zheping a lot in Baihua before, and his proficiency was about the same as when he did radio gymnastics between classes in middle school.

Zhang Jiale's live broadcast room suddenly started to receive presents, medium-sized, but good-looking, small pink boxes.

Sun Zheping tilted his head and looked at Zhang Jiale who was studying his hand with his head down. His bangs were a bit long, and they blocked most of the light source, leaving a small shadow on his face.The hand felt much better, the dull pain that had been there before was relieved a lot, Zhang Jiale's warm fingertips pressed on his hand, the movements were neither light nor heavy, just right.

Well, just right.

That night, on Weibo, there was a frame made by Shuanghuafen with the screenshots of the two live broadcast rooms, with added beautification and careful heart photo frame.

After 10 minutes like this, Zhang Jiale let go of Sun Zheping's hand, and asked while moving his hand, "Is it better?"

"never mind."

Sun Zheping clenched his fist and felt it. There was no pain or itching, and he had a left hand that could play games again.

"Two more?" He asked Zhang Jiale.

"What are you doing, go take a shower when you're done, call me when you're done, and I'll play with Huang Shaotian a couple of times."

Zhang Jiale patted Sun Zheping's hand, opened the QQ interface and went to find Huang Shaotian.

In fact, tonight I had a PK appointment with Huang Shaotian, and then Zhang Xiaohei wanted to let him eat a mouthful of canned cats, and Sun Zheping, another overbearing CEO's wife, kidnapped another CEO's wife Running away, Huang Shaotian sent Zhang Jiale a message that he was going to see a movie, and retreated wisely.

When Sun Zheping took a shower, Zhang Jiale was chatting with fans with his cheeks on his hands, staring at the bullet screen on the screen, laughing while closing it, he was very happy.

There was a white towel around his neck, his hair was still a little wet, and his short hair was too lazy to blow it. As long as the water didn't get on his clothes, he would be fine.

"Hey grandson, come quickly and help me expand my chat business. They said they would give me 50 of the most expensive gift before going to bed. If you come, give me 100."

Seeing Sun Zheping coming out, Zhang Jiale happily waved at him.

"Look at your prospects," Sun Zheping said with contempt. "You reach out and cover the camera."

"what?"

Zhang Jiale didn't realize it for a moment, looked at Sun Zheping's face, looked at the towel around his neck, and then looked down, oh no clothes on his upper body, continue...

Forget it, no face to look at.

Zhang Jiale covered his face with his left hand and covered the camera with his right hand.

The fans are excited, what are they brushing?

Brother Ping's Body.jpg

These words filled the screen.

After 2 minutes, Sun Zheping came out of the bedroom, wearing a short-sleeved white vest and floral pants.

He greeted Zhang Jiale: "Go take a shower, and put the changed clothes in the washing machine with mine."

"Oh oh oh."

Zhang Jiale agreed several times in a row, but was too embarrassed to look at the things on the screen, so he ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Zhang Xiaohei jumped off the sofa and happily ran to the bathroom door meowing.

"Okay, calm down, what did Zhang Jiale talk to you about?"

Sun Zheping sat on the chair, thinking that the barrage would become a little more serious, but Zhang Jiale's fans began to intensify and betray their idols.

These days, there is a saying that goes well, the way to express love to the little brother you like is to find another little brother to fuck him.

Sun Zheping looked at the screen full of things like "Brother Le said that Brother Ping has a very good figure", "Brother Le said he likes Brother Ping very much", "Brother Le said that Brother Ping's home is his home", and felt very headache.

Only people like Zhang Jiale can chat with this group of "fake fans" in a certain sense.

In fact, he didn't know that Zhang Jiale did say those few words.

Although it didn't mean what the fans said, it was secretly blackmailing him.

When Zhang Jiale took a shower, Sun Zheping was already living in harmony with his fans, and the "Society You Le Brother" glory live broadcast room became Sun Zheping's emotional channel.

"What kind of person do you like?" Sun Zheping looked at the fans' question. "I like the kind of people who feel very comfortable together."

What does Brother Ping think of Brother Le?

"He's pretty good, don't bully him all the time, there will be a hundred gifts in a while, and one must not be missing," he said while taking out his phone to look again. "Are there any fans of mine here?"

There is and there is.

"After a while, you will give Zhang Jiale a hundred more, and chat with me privately in the group, and I will send red envelopes."

I rely on Brother Ping to treat Brother Le so well!

Just when the fans were brushing "I'm going to scream", "Hurry up and remind the wife of the painter before, it's time to draw a double flower Xiaohuangman", "Where is the wife of the writer before, it's time to produce food", "I I've already made up my mind about a hundred sex positions of Shuanghua." Just as "Brother Ping, you and Brother Le get married quickly", the bathroom door lock rang.

"Don't tell him that."

Sun Zheping gave a warning.

Then I saw Zhang Jiale, shaking his head out, his hair sticking wet to his scalp, it was a bit ridiculous.Zhang Xiaohei slipped in along the crack of the door, rubbing against Zhang Jiale's feet enthusiastically.

"Dasun, can you help me get some clothes, I forgot to bring them in." Zhang Jiale said pitifully.

Sun Zheping had an expression of "Caring for mentally handicapped children is everyone's responsibility", turned around and went to the bedroom, found a pair of Zhang Jiale's underwear from the drawer, and found the same style on him from the closet, which had already been thrown into the washing machine The two sets of the same style were sent to Zhang Jiale together.

I have seen people taking a bath without a change of clothes, but I have never seen people going in to take a bath without a change of clothes inside.

Zhang Xiaohei had a cat litter, so he no longer huddled with Zhang Jiale when he slept at night, but lay comfortably in his own nest, snoring twice when he slept happily.

Sun Zheping slept with his back to Zhang Jiale, looked at Zhang Xiaohei in the dark, and closed their eyes one by one.

Zhang Jiale held the phone with his back to Sun Zheping, the bluish-white light hit his face, as scary as the so-and-so crawling out of the TV.He rummaged around on Weibo, saved the picture of the same frame that the fans put together, and even gave the fan a thumbs up.

After 2 minutes, I suddenly turned back to Weibo and canceled the like.

Later, there was really nothing to read on Weibo, and Zhang Jiale's eyelids were a little sticky, and it took a few seconds to stay conscious every time he was blinded, so he simply stuffed the phone under the pillow, put his face against the back of Sun Zheping's neck, his eyes closed. One closed and fell asleep.