Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang drove back to Liang Yicheng's school before waking up the sleeping man.

"arrive?"

Liang Yicheng, who hadn't woken up yet, had a soft, nasal voice.

Liang Yicheng groped for a long time with his eyes closed, finally found the button of the seat belt, untied it tremblingly, struggled to sit up, rubbed his eyes vigorously, barely opened them, and then closed them again.

After finally touching the doorknob, he managed to open his eyes and look out the window. When he found the car parked at the school gate, he immediately relieved himself, fell back on the seat, closed his eyes and muttered: "I'm going to help you move things, I Go ahead, squint for a while..."

Seeing that he was drowsy and about to fall asleep again, Fu Lang quickly grabbed his shoulder and shook it lightly: "Don't sleep, I don't need your help. Get up and go back to the dormitory to sleep again."

However, Fu Lang's clear voice was so pleasant that Liang Yicheng's consciousness soon faded away.But Fu Lang shook him relentlessly, until he couldn't fall asleep, and his head was dizzy.

"I still want to see Xiaobai, and..."

Liang Yicheng muttered in a daze, his voice slowly lowered.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Lang was really sleepy, there was nothing he could do about it, so he sighed softly.

Just about to start the car, Fu Lang caught a glimpse of Liang Yicheng's seat belt being unbuckled, so he leaned over to fasten it for him.

As soon as Fu Lang's outstretched hand reached the seat belt, a gentle stream of heat blew to his ear.

Liang Yicheng said vaguely:

"...Brother Fu..."

Fu Lang's pupils shrank suddenly, he turned his head abruptly, his hand shook, and the seat belt in his hand retracted immediately.

The distance between the two was so close that the tip of Fu Lang's nose almost touched Liang Yicheng's side face, but Liang Yicheng's head drooped, his eyes were tightly pressed together, and he didn't know how to avoid it.

Fu Lang didn't dodge either, because his hands were still touching the seat belt, but his eyes were fixed on Liang Yicheng's face.

Because he was close enough, Fu Lang could smell the faint smell of men's body spray on Liang Yicheng's body, and he could also see some tears that he rubbed out on Liang Yicheng's slender eyelashes.

Liang Yicheng slept deeply, breathing slowly and long, and the hot air he exhaled gently sprayed on Fu Lang's neck.

Fu Lang shrunk his neck and moved away uncomfortably, but his eyes met Liang Yicheng's lips.

The groping movement stopped.

As if possessed by a demon, he fixed his eyes on those two thin lips that were slightly parted. After an unknown amount of time, he closed his eyes, lowered his head slowly, and the distance between the two lips became closer and closer. getting closer.

A burst of scorching hot air suddenly hit Fu Lang's slightly trembling lips, and he suddenly woke up. He supported the back of the chair behind Liang Yicheng with one hand, and slowly straightened up. snapped into the lock.

Liang Yicheng was awakened by the sound of the car door closing.

He opened his eyes, the car had already parked downstairs at Fu Lang's house, but Fu Lang was not in the driver's seat.

Liang Yicheng rubbed his eyes, turned around, and the big and small boxes on the back seat of the car were gone.Fu Lang was standing outside the car window, he got a small trolley from somewhere, and was stacking the cardboard boxes piled aside one by one.

Liang Yicheng hurriedly opened the car door and got out of the car, but as soon as half of his leg stepped out, he was restrained by the seat belt.

After finally getting out of the car, he grabbed a large cardboard box on the ground ahead of Fu Lang, carefully placed it on the cart, then patted the ashes on his hands, and asked, "Brother Fu, why didn't you call me? "

"I called, but you didn't respond."

Fu Lang didn't look up, he bent down and picked up two small boxes in one breath, and put them on the trolley smoothly, before turning his head to look at Liang Yicheng.After only one glance at him, Fu Lang's playful expression faded away, and he frowned: "What's wrong with your neck?"

On the right side of Liang Yicheng's neck, there was a long and thin red mark, not wide, but his skin was too white, so the dark red blood mark was particularly conspicuous.

Liang Yicheng touched his neck in a daze, and the skin he touched was burning hot, and then he remembered that he was strangled by the seat belt when he got out of the car in a hurry.

But it was too stupid to say it. He turned his head, stretched out his hand and scratched his neck in embarrassment, and said, "Maybe it was scratched by the seat belt when I was sleeping."

Fu Lang approached quickly, stretched out his hand and slapped his hands on his neck, saying, "Don't scratch, your hands are dirty."

Liang Yicheng put down his hands obediently, and suddenly realized that Fu Lang was standing a little close and was looking straight at him, his face flushed immediately.

"Fu, Brother Fu..."

Before he could organize his words, Fu Lang quickly turned around and pushed the cart away.

"?? Hey?! Wait! There are still two boxes here!"

The two of them took a lot of effort to sort out the pile of boxes. Liang Yicheng was about to go back, but Fu Lang asked him to have dinner again, so he happily spread out on the sofa, teasing the little white cat that was squatting in the corner and watching him coldly. .

The little white cat was left out in the cold for a day, and when it heard them coming back, it was happy to come out to greet them, but it walked around Liang Yicheng, turned around and walked away immediately, ignoring him again.

"Xiaobai? Xiaobai come here! Xiaobaibai? Meow? White wolf? Fu Baibai?"

No matter what Liang Yicheng called, the little white cat squinted and looked at him with disgust.

Liang Yicheng felt that his self-esteem had been hit, and he shouted aggrievedly: "Brother Fu—I was bullied by your son again—!"

"Although it is true that it is a bully, this time it is indeed your fault."

Fu Lang was wearing a black apron and was cutting vegetables with his head down. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was clearly smiling.

Liang Yicheng looked bewildered: "What did I do? It's obvious that you spoiled it, and you protect the calf too much!"

Fu Lang raised his head and said, "I didn't pet it."

Liang Yicheng rolled his eyes.

Fu Lang smiled slightly, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and called out in a low voice, "White Wolf."

"Meow."

The little white cat immediately responded, stood up lazily, obviously bypassed Liang Yicheng, walked to Fu Lang's feet, and rubbed his legs.

Fu Lang rubbed its head casually, then raised his chin towards Liang Yicheng, deliberately picked up the cat, and put it into the big pocket in front of the apron, then frowned in disgust, washed his hands before continuing to chop vegetables.

The little white cat was on the edge of the pocket, with half of its body exposed, looking up at the cutting board curiously.Every time it stretched out its claws, Fu Lang could only frown and bend down to keep the cat's claws away from the cutting board.

Liang Yicheng was made cute by the pocket version of the little white cat, and at the same time was amused by Fu Lang's disgusted face and insisted on holding the cat's appearance. He didn't know which side he should be jealous for, so he said sourly: "So it's you and your son. Bullying me in partnership."

Fu Lang smiled and did not defend himself. He opened his arms to show off the little white cat on his chest, then he lowered his head and quickly cut the vegetables and put down the kitchen knife.

Fu Lang walked up to Liang Yicheng, took out the little white cat from his pocket, and threw it on him.

The little white cat landed lightly on Liang Yicheng's body, then stepped on it heavily, jumped to the ground, and ran away without looking back.

Liang Yicheng: "???"

Fu Lang saw that he was devastated, and finally explained kindly: "You smell of other cats on you, and it will be like this when it smells it. It was the same way when I was rubbed by a dog in the community last time. This guy is just so stingy..."

Liang Yicheng: "!!!"

Liang Yicheng scratched his head and fell back on the sofa discouraged.

Fu Lang said slowly: "However... there is no way."

Liang Yicheng sat up abruptly.

"Hey, do you want to eat, call Dad to listen?"

"Meow meow--"

Liang Yicheng held up the canned cat food in his hand, triumphantly looking down at the little white cat circling anxiously at his feet.

The little white cat rubbed its tail against his leg flatteringly. Liang Yicheng's vanity as a shit-shoveling officer was satisfied a lot, and he asked: "Are you saying no? It's fine."

"Meow—! Meow—!"

"Don't - don't -"

The little white cat was so anxious that its voice changed, and Liang Yicheng was still smiling to imitate its cry, so it had no choice but to stand up, and angrily stretched out its claws to pat his leg.

"Okay, don't bully it, it will scratch you later."

Fu Lang's helpless voice came from the kitchen.

Only then did Liang Yicheng open the can and put it on the ground.

The little white cat immediately came over and ate it hungrily.

Liang Yicheng curled his lips and muttered softly, "Duplicate guy."

The author says:

tease!Fuck again!Let me see when Brother Fu will stop being a human being? !orange:? ?