Fangro

Now that he saw it all, Yang Zhen thought he had lost his mind, and said decisively: "I didn't release the property, I hid it in the shoe cabinet."

When he came back, Quan Wei was in the living room, at that time only the entrance was a blind spot.

Judging by the size, it should be a cake. Although Quan Wei is not particularly particular about it, when he put the food together with the stinky shoes, he immediately showed a refusal expression.

Yang Zhen controlled himself not to laugh, the corners of his mouth were barely straightened, but the end of his eyes couldn't be controlled, and began to turn upwards.

After thinking about it, Quan Wei feels that Yang Zhen doesn't seem like the character who would do such a thing, but considering that the pure ancient people have been soaked in the big dye vat of modern society for half a year, they are not as credible as when they first met, so they He relaxed his body and spread it back, fearing that Yang Zhen would die, so he rolled onto the bed sheet and began to sigh: "You are really amazing, you actually bought me a shoehorn-flavored cake."

It was an unheard of and sensational new taste, Yang Zhen laughed outright, and made up his nonsense: "Have you never tasted this taste before, do you look forward to it?"

Quan Wei is very sincere: "No, look forward to it."

Although this sentence was broken without sincerity, Yang Zhen still felt his accommodating, and reciprocated the favor and began to engage in business mutual bragging activities: "Thank you for your support, I am not as good as you, just take a look on the balcony, and you can see it among a bunch of people. to me."

Quan Wei poked his heart under the quilt and said: "Who told you that I just took a look? I went to the balcony when I came back, and I was watching your tail."

Yang Zhen felt a little tickled by his touch, so he reached out and grabbed his fingers, groped to press them into his own fingers, laughed at him and said, "Why are you so idle?"

Quan Wei still has one free hand, and hit his head with a thud, but he didn't use much force: "Cultural people, please pay attention to your words, I don't call it idle, I call it romantic, it's I hope that some commemorative days will be different from the usual, full of poetry, full of fantasy, and it is interesting to speak human words."

This old man usually claims to be illiterate, and if asked to use his brain, he would say that he has not read enough books, but when it comes to irrational words, he can always perform exceptionally well, and he can tell as much as he wants.

Yang Zhen hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, you are the most romantic, and you are the most interesting."

"You don't cooperate," Quan Wei plucked the grassy hair on the wall, and scolded him with a smile, "Is there any reason for me to be romantic by myself?"

"I cooperated, but the level is not enough, you may not feel it," Yang Zhen said, his voice suddenly sank.

His voice is a little lower than Quan Wei's, and under the transpiration of emotion, it instantly becomes hoarse and magnetic. It floats in from people's ears and sweeps into the heart like fluff.

Quan Wei's heart trembled uncontrollably, and at this moment, he felt the hard-tempered Yang Zhen's boyfriend power in the hardware, which made this person seem to have a more sexy taste, Quan Wei's mind swayed, I want to be a hooligan, but I can't bear to interrupt this gluey look at each other.

Then he summed it up absent-mindedly, feeling that hooligans can often play tricks, but you and I don’t often have the atmosphere of wandering, so he lay down and sold his face with physical and mental pleasure. He likes and enjoys the feeling of Yang Zhen looking at him now, maybe because There was love in that gaze.

Yang Zhen got up a little bit, leaning his chest against Quan Wei's body, the heartbeats of each other were transmitted silently between the skins, fighting a kind of comfortable warmth.

His smile is soft and his eyes are focused, and his eyes slowly pass over Quan Wei's facial features. He has been facing this face for a long time, but he still can't take a closer look at it. He can't move his eyes when he looks at it. He thinks this person is good-looking.

In fact, Quan Wei also has blackheads and pores on his face, but Yang Zhen can't stop focusing on these blemishes. Maybe it's because he preconceived that Quan Wei has a good personality and an interesting personality. Sometimes he screamed again, so when he looked at him, he unconsciously brought countless layers of beautification, and he couldn't extricate himself from being addicted to beauty.

I couldn't calm down even more, I forgot everything about "do not look at evil" and "sit in my arms". Every time I reacted, I kept moving my hands and feet, rubbing my head, touching my face, holding hands, and even taking off my clothes. It seemed that words and eyes couldn't express it all. What I like in my heart can only be perfected by adding some intimate and secretive tricks.

Of course, in most cases, it is Quan Wei who teases him first.

I don’t know when the sounds of trumpets, conversations, and the rustling of leaves blown by the wind that would give me a sense of presence from time to time disappeared. There were only two shallow breaths left, and the time seemed to be stretched here.

Yang Zhen originally had a lot of things to say in his heart, such as his dog-legged position, his liking and willingness to pamper him, his down-to-earth and happy every day, and his desire to be on top but never fought...

There are so many things in my heart, so many that I have to sort them out for a long time before I say them in a confusing manner, but when I say them, they will look like promises, and they are too serious to live.

Yang Zhen pondered for a long time, and finally said nothing, just bent down, and pressed a quiet and brief kiss on the center of Quan Wei's eyebrows, and then faded a little, and put his forehead against his forehead, and put his hands on the back of his neck. Passing through, hugging this person intimately.

Looking at each other so intently, Yang Zhen couldn't remember what he said before, but it didn't matter at all, he smiled and said the most ordinary blessing, when all the heat sprayed on Quan Wei's face, he His tone was as warm as his breath.

"Happy birthday to Quan Wei, thanks to you, I am also very happy."

There is not even the classic climax of the birthday series "I love you", but Quan Wei still laughs at the pear dimple into a deep and long-lasting small hole, because happiness is the real happiness when everyone is happy.

After being dazzled by love and calming down for a long time, Quan Wei's style of not losing money came back again. He "looked down" on Yang Zhen from a height difference of less than 10 centimeters with his arm on his pillow, and began to sell miserably: "I see you The day is so busy that the top is whirlwind, and I thought that if I have not carried it for seven years with you, it is just a grass, and I am very nervous these two days."

Yang Zhen was amused in his heart, slandering him for either lying or pretending, but he was able to refute the rumors and said: "You are a ghost? It's too late for you to be a treasure. I originally wanted to prepare a surprise for you. How could I have imagined that it would become like this?" .”

Quan Wei did it to himself, he punctured the surprise he had prepared by himself, and suddenly brought out a cake. This kind of surprise is not new to be honest, but the birthday star himself had nothing to do when he was happy. Stepping up the steps: "It's good now, your surprise is ahead of schedule, and I'll probably wake up smiling when I wake up in the morning."

And the real surprise was not a cake, but a gift. Quan Wei was really not sure what Yang Zhen would give him, so he refrained from asking, just wanting to keep some anticipation and mystery, just like a child.

Yang Zhen didn't know that he was making progress, and said gratefully: "You are really the most face-saving person in the world."

Quan Wei is very self-aware: "That's because I gave you all the face."

Yang Zhen smiled and said: "Thank you, I have nothing to repay you, and it's not rare to promise you with my body. Try the shoehorn cake I bought for you tomorrow. It's delicious."

Quan Wei still believed the good picker said it was delicious, but just as he was about to agree, he remembered something persistently and said persistently, "You really put my cake in the shoe cabinet?"

Yang Zhen let go of him solemnly and turned over: "Otherwise, you are staring at me in the living room, where can I hide?"

In fact, the cake box was only hung on the doorknob for a while, and Yang Zhen took advantage of his inattention to move it to the balcony. The balcony is open and can be directly used as a refrigerator in this season.

"I still don't believe you," Quan Wei firmly believed that this young master from a small family who had been served was poorer than himself, so he touched Yang Zhen's shoulder to change the topic, and then said after a pause, "Tomorrow my parents will ask me to go back to China for dinner. , would you like to reward me? Come with me."

Quan Shishi made it clear that Yang Zhen was not allowed to go, but he was skillful in expressing it. Quan Wei felt that no matter what, he had to express his position first. If he couldn't come up, it was my mother who said that it would embarrass Yang Zhen from the beginning to the end.

Yang Zhen turned over on the spot under the quilt, and asked him face to face: "Is this me you invited, or your parents?"

Quan smiled and showed a row of big white teeth. He didn't dare to lie to him, and there was no need. Yang Zhen guessed that the door was clear, and he said, "Me."

Yang Zhen looked at him for a while, and felt a little distressed when there was nothing wrong, and the feeling of being caught between his parents and his partner was uncomfortable even thinking about it. He smiled gently and refused: "My airs are very big, you Please don't move me, let your parents come to one."

Yang Zhen has always been very sensible, Quan Wei's prepared persuasion was useless, he felt no embarrassment, and immediately felt a little sad. He and Yang Zhen nestled together every day, and he understood his emotions better than his parents, and his heart followed suit. Turning his eyes away, he fell to Yang Zhen's side, always feeling that Yang Zhen was more wronged.

"I don't want you to eat alone," Quan Wei said suddenly.

Living in harmony is nothing more than a word of understanding, Yang Zhen is actually not wronged in his heart, Quan Wei is biased towards him, to be honest, the two old people are even more wronged, in return, Yang Zhen feels that he should give in, don't let Quan Wei be so entangled, then Li Outsiders are not people.

It's right for a person to live a breath, but no one jumps out to give him a sigh of relief.

"I don't eat alone, I'll be with my colleagues at noon, and I'll order a romantic and interesting candlelight dinner to wait for you in the evening," Yang Zhen said in a less obvious way of refusing, "I'll go with you another day, birthday Just live well, and I don't want you to have a bad day."