He Rijun coming again

Luo Zhiwen's expression was distorted for a moment, even looking at Feng Qingzhu with a look of scrutiny.

Feng Qingzhu: "?"

Luo Zhiwen hugged the cushion and moved away from Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu: "??"

Luo Zhiwen took away the goblet from the table, and also confiscated Feng Qingzhu's red wine.

Feng Qingzhu: "???"

Feng Qingzhu asked uncertainly: "You remember?"

Luo Zhiwen shook his head: "Brother Feng, have you ever done something to be sorry for me?"

Then without waiting for the man to pick up, he continued immediately: "It seems that there is no punishment for doing wrong things in my previous life... But I can't get over this hurdle in my heart. You should tell me the truth, I don't like you lying to me."

He spoke sonorously and forcefully, without any room for comment. He directly drew the boundary between Feng Qingzhu and Feng Qingzhu, and solemnly placed a cushion between the two of them.

In all fairness, Luo Zhiwen didn't think that Feng Qingzhu would do anything bad while his house was empty.

But who can tell what happened in the previous life?

just in case……

His cheeks were slightly red, and he stared straight into Feng Qingzhu's eyes: "Go ahead."

The tone is serious, and there is a posture of "leniency for confession and strictness for resistance".

Feng Qingzhu was puzzled, and reached out his hand to take away the pillow, but seeing Luo Zhiwen's attitude, he endured it, and only put his hand on it: "You have no one at home, so I'll send you to the bedroom..."

Luo Zhiwen gasped.

"...I saw that your clothes were all torn and you were still injured, so I decided to help you take off the dirty clothes, and then took the potion...Ah Wen?" Luo Zhiwen, who was in the corner of the sofa, stretched out his hand in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Feng, I didn't expect that you were such a person in your previous life." Luo Zhiwen looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, hesitating, and finally couldn't bear to push it away, and moved his face closer, "Even if you are interested in me , and you can't take advantage of others!"

It took Feng Qingzhu 5 minutes to digest this sentence.

The blush slowly climbed up the man's cheeks, and finally dyed the roots of his ears.

Feng Qingzhu pressed Luo Zhiwen's shoulder, and swore in a tone that couldn't be more solemn: "How could I take advantage of someone's danger? Ah Wen, I just treated the wound with water for you, and I didn't do anything else." In my last life... No, even in this life, I will not force you to do what you don't want to do. "

"That time when you were drugged..."

Feng Qingzhu blushed again.

Luo Zhiwen narrowed his eyes, looked at the embarrassed Feng Qingzhu, silently raised the corners of his lips.

Of course he knew that Feng Qingzhu would not do such a thing.

It wasn't that he remembered the memories of the past, but that he was blindly confident in Feng Qingzhu's character.

His Brother Feng would not take advantage of others, neither in his previous life nor in the present.

It's just that he was a little rough when he was drugged.

Luo Zhiwen is still holding grudges.

He raised his eyelids, his long eyelashes trembled, and looked at Feng Qingzhu under the dim light—Luo Zhiwen's words really scared Feng Qingzhu, the man's jaw tightened, and sporadic flashes flashed in his deep eyes from time to time confused.

He thought that Brother Feng might be recalling the past and trying hard to reflect on himself.

It may also be reminiscing what he said, after all, Brother Feng is an "old man" who doesn't even know how to use emoticons.

But Luo Zhiwen didn't give Feng Qingzhu a chance to continue thinking, he put his hands next to the cushion, leaned over and kissed the corner of Feng Qingzhu's lips.

Feng Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then rushed over, pressed him on the sofa, and couldn't wait to kiss him back.

The cushion fell to the floor.

Luo Zhiwen bent his knees, trying to push Feng Qingzhu away a little, but unfortunately it backfired.

Feng Qingzhu didn't seem to be kissing him, but more like eating his lips, like a hungry tiger trying to swallow him alive.

Luo Zhiwen gradually couldn't breathe, grabbed Feng Qingzhu's back of the neck, and pulled the man away. As soon as his lips and teeth parted, Feng Qingzhu entangled him again, pressing him firmly on the sofa.

"Take advantage...to take advantage of others..." Luo Zhiwen complained intermittently before losing his strength, "Brother Feng, you take advantage of...to take advantage of others!"

These four words are Feng Qingzhu's Achilles' heel.

The air rushed in in an instant, Luo Zhiwen coughed lightly and rolled over to the side, covered his mouth and glared at Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu looked at him silently, and approached him little by little.

"Brother Feng?" Luo Zhiwen was a little flustered, "I know you are a good person... No, I know you will not do bad things while others are in danger, just now it was just a little joke, don't be angry."

Feng Qingzhu still came over, and the tip of his nose touched his nose lightly.

Lively, happy... This kind of Ah Wen gradually merged with the Ah Wen in his memory.

It turned out that nothing really changed.

If there hadn't been those miserable years and the raging flames of war, Ah Wen would have been able to laugh like this in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingzhu put his palm on Luo Zhiwen's cheek, and sighed: "I think, the scar on your face before..."

"Is it a fire?" He took the opportunity to continue, "I dreamed about a big fire, and other things."

Luo Zhiwen's heart sank, and he didn't say the word "coffin".

"Where's the scar on your body?" He changed the subject, "I saw it when you took a shower before, and it's related to your previous life, right?"

Feng Qingzhu was silent for a while, seeing Luo Zhiwen's hand stretched out to his waist, he raised his eyebrows slightly, wanting to say that this is not the bed, the kiss is already the maximum concession, and it would be inappropriate to touch it again, but Feng Qing Zhu quickly remembered that this was not in the memory.

Besides, they did both in the car.

Feng Qingzhu secretly adjusted himself to the thinking of modern people, grabbed Luo Zhiwen's wrist, and led him to touch down the scar: "The injury is here."

"Injury?" He realized belatedly, "It turned out to be here."

In his previous life, the fatal injury that made Feng Qingzhu walk ahead of him was here.

Luo Zhiwen's fingertips trembled violently, and they retracted in embarrassment.

The atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

Luo Zhiwen put the wine glass back on the coffee table, bit his lip to signal Feng Qingzhu to continue telling the story.

"Where are we talking?" Feng Qingzhu took the goblet and took a sip.

"Talking about you helping me with my wound."

"Well, then I left." Feng Qingzhu fell into memories again, "At that time I had already had a good impression of you, so after two days, I used the excuse of visiting a sick person to formally hand in the invitation card."

Luo Zhiwen chuckled.

Feng Qingzhu lowered his head, and took his foot that was stretched out beside his leg into his arms: "What's wrong?"

"Old-fashioned." Luo Zhiwen turned his head to look at the lights in the room, smiled and sighed, "Brother Feng, I found that you are really old-fashioned. Do you know what old-fashioned means?"

"...Forget it, let me just say it." His eyes swept from Feng Qingzhu's face to his hands, and then from his hands to his feet—why didn't he notice it before?The abstinence atmosphere that Feng Qingzhu exudes from head to toe is just a conservative habit.

"Your thinking is rigid." Luo Zhiwen thought for a long time, but still spoke out, "Behavior is conservative."

Feng Qingzhu: "..."

Feng Qingzhu pinched his toes dissatisfied: "But I can post emojis."