Luggage Syndrome

Yu Qingming leaned against Yang Yu's strong chest with no strength, and took a long time to breathe before he recovered.

After regaining consciousness, Yu Qingming was stunned.

Everyone likes him, who is so cute and tender, but he has never been pampered and coaxed by others, but he has suffered so much from Yang Yue.

The culprit still twirled the thick liquid in his hands, and laughed in a low voice:

"It's very thick, haven't you found anyone recently?"

Yu Qingming immediately raised his hand and elbowed Yang Yu who was holding him defenselessly.

The soft abdomen touched by the elbow shrank suddenly at the moment of force, and Yu Qingming felt his own strength slide along the hard abdominal muscles shallowly.

Yang Yu snorted softly, let go of him, and flicked his fingers at him, saying:

"Why, you turned your face when you were happy?"

"Are you sick?!" Yu Qingming was so angry that he flicked his own things in the face, and cursed: "Who was it that pretended to be arrogant and said that it would not turn back, and the result? Like a mad dog in heat It's cool to do it. Last time I was unlucky, I asked for it, this time what are you doing? Why do you do it if you want? Do it if you want to do it?"

Yang Yu looked at him with great interest, and said, "You are so interesting. You are the one who flirts first every time. If you want to play, I am kind enough to accompany you. Why do you always say it like I forced you afterwards?"

"It's ridiculous, when did I tease you today?"

"Hey, wasn't it you who stretched out your feet to flirt with me just now?"

"Fart, it's obviously you!"

Liang Yicheng: "Ha Chirp!"

Liang Yicheng was concentrating on washing the dishes when he suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose blankly.

Fu Lang on the side frowned, took the bowl in his hand, and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

Liang Yicheng shook his head and said, "Maybe it's because I ate too spicy just now, and my nose is a little itchy."

Liang Yicheng rubbed his nose for a while, then couldn't help but look in the direction of the bathroom, and asked worriedly: "Brother Tudou, are they okay? It's been a long time since they've been in, is it because the hot pot stains are too difficult to wash, I'll send them some wash detergent?"

Fu Lang quickly snatched the dish soap from his hand, pushed him aside again, and said, "No, you can feed the cat."

Liang Yicheng nodded obediently, and was about to look for the cat, when he suddenly remembered something, ran back to Fu Lang, and asked, "Brother Lang, why does Brother Tudou even have the keys to our bathroom? Did you just open the door and go in like this? What if Lao Yu was squatting in a pit at that time?"

Fu Lang: "..."

Fu Lang hesitated to speak, but couldn't stand Liang Yicheng's probing eyes, so he could only pick the least difficult question to answer: "Tudou...he has the keys to all the rooms in my house."

Liang Yicheng immediately rang the alarm and asked, "Why?! Isn't it enough to have the door key?!"

Fu Lang hesitated for a while, then sighed, and said, "Maybe...he is afraid that one day, I will collapse where he can't see it."

Liang Yicheng suddenly fell silent, drooping his head, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he said softly, "I'm afraid too."

Fu Lang remained silent.

Liang Yicheng raised his head and looked at Fu Lang almost pleadingly.

Fu Lang turned his face away stiffly, and said, "Feed the cat, the white wolf is going to starve."

Liang Yicheng squatted in the corridor, and squeezed some of the little white cat's favorite nutrient cream into the canned cat food that he hadn't eaten.

The little white cat immediately jumped out from under the sofa and rushed to the corridor. When it approached Liang Yicheng who was squatting outside the bathroom door, it raised its ears again, listening vigilantly to the strange movements in the bathroom.

"Xiaobai, come here, dinner is ready."

"Meow--"

Amidst Liang Yicheng's urging sound, the little white cat raised its tail, approached hesitantly, sniffed the canned food, and immediately lost track of everything, and started to eat voraciously.

Liang Yicheng watched the little white cat eat absent-mindedly, and casually picked up its fluffy tail that was swinging around to play with.

The little white cat didn't eat a few mouthfuls, when the toilet door behind Liang Yicheng suddenly made a loud bang, his hands trembled in fright, and he squeezed the cat's tail tightly in his hand.

"Meow!!!!!"

The little white cat was also taken aback by the movement in the bathroom, and didn't care to teach the person who pinched it a lesson. With a scream, it tucked its tail and fled back to the living room.

Liang Yicheng was still in shock, turned around and saw a figure looming on the frosted glass door.

Liang Yicheng stood up and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard Yu Qingming's cold voice:

"Are you only going to solve problems with your hands?"

The other person inside didn't know what to say, Yu Qingming said again:

"I just said that we can be solid guns. There is no other meaning. It's just that since you want to play, I will accompany you to the end. That's all. Anyway, you've already played back. Does it make any difference if you play a few more times?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if you agreed? But since you agreed, why did you go crazy just now because I said you were afraid? Are you afraid that you will take it seriously if you repeat it too many times? Oh, no wonder you dare not turn around—tsk , Let go, the clothes are going to be torn."

Yu Qingming's figure disappeared by the frosted door, and the voices of the two gradually became inaudible.

Liang Yicheng realized that he seemed to have heard something terrible, and slipped back to the kitchen dumbfounded.

When did these two hook up? !

And, it seems more than once? !

Could it be...Yu Qingming's bodyguard brother was Yang Yu last time? !

Liang Yicheng thought of the way the two of them met as enemies just now, he slapped his head, and finally came to a realization.

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Yu seems to have grown up according to Yu Qingming's taste.

Yang Yu has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his personality is more approachable than the cold Fu Lang.Although Yang Yu always chirped like a child in front of Fu Lang, when facing outsiders, even though his eyes still had a gentle smile, sometimes he unconsciously revealed a faint sense of loneliness.

According to Liang Yicheng's understanding, Yu Qingming is not only very picky about his appearance, but also very strict about his temperament, and he especially hates clingy people.

A handsome guy like Yang Yu who has a melancholy temperament and doesn't respond well to him can be said to be Yu Qingming's favorite.

More importantly, I heard that Yang Yu is still alive and well and has a great figure...

Liang Yicheng coughed lightly.

Damn, those two have had sex so long ago!

And he and Fu Lang...

Liang Yicheng looked at Fu Lang sadly.

Fu Lang was cutting a watermelon, and handed him a piece casually, seeing that he didn't accept it in a daze, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Before Liang Yicheng could answer, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and then was slammed shut again.

Yang Yu walked into the living room quickly, sat cross-legged on the sofa without saying a word, took out the potato chips under the dining table, and chewed them sullenly.

Liang Yicheng always felt that Yang Yue's terrifying expression didn't seem like he was chewing potato chips, but more like he was chewing someone in the bathroom.

After all, how accomplished Yu Qingming is in gnashing his teeth in anger, Liang Yicheng has learned countless times from his heart.

Liang Yicheng began to sympathize with Yang Yue.

Yu Qingming finally came out of the bathroom, the hem of his clothes and trousers were wet, his eyes were a little unnaturally red and swollen, but he looked in a good mood, and said politely to Fu Lang:

"I'm sorry, the bathroom has been occupied for a long time. My clothes got dirty accidentally, and I'm a little afraid that I won't be able to wash them off when I go back. I'm really sorry to bother you today. Nice to meet you—you guys."

Yu Qingming glanced at the person who was huddled on the sofa eating potato chips, smiled, turned his head, and said to Fu Lang seriously: "I will trouble you to take good care of Ercheng from now on."

Liang Yicheng: "?"

Fu Lang nodded and replied seriously: "Yes."

Liang Yicheng: "??"

Liang Yicheng looked blank: "Why do I feel like I was married off just now?"

Yu Qingming looked at him without a word, then looked at Fu Lang sympathetically, and said, "I won't bother you, I'll go first, thank you for today."

"Let's go after eating the fruit. I'll let Potato take you back later. He's driving today, so drop by."

Fu Lang's voice was not loud, but Yang Yu immediately shouted: "Not on the way! I'm drinking! Even if I haven't drunk for a while, I will go downstairs to buy a bottle immediately! You can't drive! I'm going to sleep here tonight Already!"

Fu Lang: "..."

Yu Qingming smiled brightly and said, "It doesn't matter, you can drink as much as you want, I have a driver's license, give me the key, and I promise to send you home."

The author says:

Lao Yu: Today I suffer a lot and tomorrow I will let him suffer ╭(╯^╰)╮White Wolf: Why is it always me who gets hurt?Why is it always me who has nothing to eat?QAQ QAQ