My language is the anchor

On the morning of the holiday, Zhao Xicheng really felt that he came from the heart of Buddha, and the heart of God broke out. He sorted out the materials and files of his past job training as an anchor, contacted Han Wuyu, and asked him to come to his home to get the materials and practice at home. As expected Han Wuyu agreed excitedly.

But after he agreed, he felt a trace of regret.

"Didn't you want to drive him behind the scenes? Zhao Xicheng, you are really crazy." He said to himself and poured two cups of tea.

Walking to the living room, seeing Han Wuyu sitting in front of the materials cautiously, wanting to touch but not daring to touch, sighed again.

"you……"

"Uncle, can I watch it?" Han Wuyu spoke first.

Zhao Xicheng raised his eyebrows, made progress, and nodded.

"Can you read from this book to this one?" Han Wuyu pointed to the book on the table from the far right to the far left.

Zhao Xicheng hummed and sipped his tea.

"These are all for you, find a few books and go back to read, you can take them all back if you want."

After listening to Han Wuyu, he quickly got up, hit his knee hard on the table leg, and hissed.

"Why are you nervous!" Zhao Xicheng looked sideways at his feet.

"I, I, I, I'm bothering you, I want to go home quickly..."

Zhao Xicheng sighed: "Sit down! You can't take it home all at once, take your time, anyway, I'm fine today."

He took out the medicinal ointment from the cabinet and handed it to Han Wuyu.

Han Wuyu lifted up the trousers, and gently rubbed it with ointment. The impact was not light, and blood spots appeared.

He didn't dare to rub it hard, so he wiped it casually twice.

"If you apply it like this, it will be effective." Zhao Xicheng grabbed the ointment and pulled his foot.

"I'm afraid of the pain..."

"What are you not afraid of!" Zhao Xicheng frowned.

It's all swollen, just wipe it casually!

The phone rang again, and he casually slid his elbow over the call, then turned his head to tell Han Wuyu not to move.

"It hurts... ah..." Han Wu said pitifully.

Zhao Xicheng rolled his eyes at him, and called into the phone, "Hello?"

His eyes were focused on Han Wuyu's knee, he didn't know who was calling, the phone slipped again and fell to the ground.

He rubbed his feet vigorously, Han Wuyu groaned, and then cried out the pain softly.

"Small force..." He took a step back and pressed on the ointment, making a crackling sound: "The ointment...is squeezed out."

"Wipe with toilet paper." Zhao Xicheng took out the toilet paper and gave Han Wuyu to clean it up.

He pressed the loudspeaker and called to the phone to call later, but the voice on the phone made him pause.

"You take someone home to do..."

The voice on the phone was choked up, and there were also self-deprecating sneers, blaming him for empathizing with others, and wanting to blame him for the breakup.

He could hear Hanwu clearly, and he wanted to explain to the uncle.

"No..." I pressed my knees agitatedly and let out another ah.

"That's what you think." Zhao Xicheng picked up the phone, got up suddenly, recited Hanwu, and ended the call.

He stood for a while, clutching the phone tightly, walked into the study on his own, and closed the door.

Han Wuyu was at a loss. He wanted to apologize, but he felt that apologizing was useless. He didn't even know what he did wrong, but he felt that it was all his own fault.

"Why do you keep giving him trouble..." He hated himself like this.

The little heart was beating wildly, unable to calm down, and things that could be explained well were always messed up by his own cowardice, guilt overwhelmed his whole heart, fingers casually spread the books on the table, accidentally knocked over the water glass, panicked Tidying up the floor, depression once again invaded the whole heart.

"I'm sorry..." Looking at the closed door, he sighed heavily.

After waiting in the living room for a long time, the uncle did not come out. He thought about going home without disturbing the uncle, but he felt that it was not good to go home without saying hello. He hugged his knees and flipped through the books on the table. He nestled in the living room for a long time, sleeping. He didn't know he fell asleep, he slept soundly, and when he woke up, there was an extra blanket on his body, the TV was flickering, Zhao Xicheng was sitting beside him, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

"Cover you." Han Wuyu put the blanket on him.

He looked sorry, and said sorry softly, which made the uncle feel bad, and looked at him quietly for a while, when he got up, he was suddenly pulled by the person in front of him and hugged him, Zhao Xicheng was still asleep, and kissed him Touched Han Wuyu's forehead, the tip of his nose, and pressed his lips to his.

"Big..." Uncle was held in his mouth, and he let out a hum.

Zhao Xicheng licked his lips, slipped his tongue into his mouth, and entangled with his soft little tongue. Hearing the sound of resistance, he opened his eyes for a moment, but still pressed his neck and deepened the kiss, like Like taking his breath away, sucking and kissing.

Han Wuyu patted him, and when he saw him looking up, he quickly covered his mouth: "Uncle, you have misunderstood the person." His face was flushed, even the neck was flushed, and he looked flustered.

Zhao Xicheng was taken aback, and let him go: "I'm sorry." There was a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

After Han Wuyu got up, he shook his head: "I'll take these few books and go back first."

He turned around in a panic, walked out the door, and stumbled after taking two steps.

"That, Hanwu language, isn't it..."

"No, no, no need to apologize! Uncle is just the same as that time. I know." Han Wuyu interrupted him, lowering his head and biting his lip.

Zhao Xicheng was stunned for a moment, but didn't respond, thinking about what he said "at that time".

Seeing Han Wuyu turn around and leave, he took two steps to chase after him, but he stopped in front of the entrance, crouched down dejectedly, and fidgeted with his hair.

"Same...same size..."

Just now I clearly saw who it was, but I still kissed it.

Zhao Xicheng, you bastard!