My language is the anchor

Everyone had a meal and drank some wine. After the dissolution, Han Wuyu pursed his lips and blushed. Zhang Pinwei said that he would send him off, but he shook his head and pointed to Zhao Xicheng, saying that it was the same direction and told him to go early. After going home to rest, after leaving the restaurant, he followed Zhao Xicheng and walked into the big park beside him.

Zhao Xicheng just wanted to leave him alone: ​​"Hey, you go back to your home."

Han Wuyu hummed and continued walking.

Zhao Xicheng speeded up, wanting to leave him behind.

He doesn't want to be his nanny anymore.

Turning his head slightly, he really didn't keep up.

He took two more steps, but took a cigarette and stopped by the cigarette barrel.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" He exhaled white smoke.

He looked at the back but heard a pulling sound from behind, as well as a whimpering sound of struggling.

"No way..." After walking two steps, I saw Han Wuyu approaching him with malicious intentions.

Zhao Xicheng dropped the cigarette and cursed: "What are you doing! How old are you, you don't know how to resist!"

He ran towards the voice, saw Han Wuyu take two steps back, and heard the man say obscene words, and took two steps closer to him. He was so frightened that his body became a little stiff, and he was even a little dumbfounded.

Zhao Xicheng gave him a blank look, and strode forward to save him.

The man approached Hanwu again.

"Go... go away..." Shouted timidly, but still whispered like a mosquito.

Zhao Xicheng cursed again: "Damn it!" Shouting so softly to whom!

Han Wuyu babbled and yelled again without knowing what.

Zhao Xicheng ran even more hastily when he heard a sound like crying.

He looked at the helpless Han Wuyu in front of him, and saw him reach out and grab the man's collar with his eyes closed, and threw him over his shoulder. The man didn't get up, it seemed that the fall was not light.

Zhao Xicheng was stunned.

Over the shoulder.

Han Wuyu's posture is very standard, and he looks like a standard judo player.

"You..." He stood in front of Han Wuyu.

"Uncle." Han Wuyu held the bag tightly with both hands, shaking badly.

Zhao Xicheng embraced him: "You fell and are still shaking?"

Han Wuyu blinked his reddish eyes: "I'm sorry..."

"You're right, it's his back, and I met you, a martial arts master." Zhao Xicheng patted him: "Let's go together."

The person beside him was still trembling, and he glanced at him, Zhao Xicheng would not say some superficial words to comfort him, like "it's all right", saying such words is of no use at all, he knows this very well.

"Okay..." Han Wuyu lowered his head, he was still terrified of what happened just now, his face turned blue, and he walked a little shaky.

He didn't speak again until he said goodbye to the uncle at the intersection. After turning around, he was dizzy for a while, followed the gold stars in his eyes, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhao Xicheng stopped when he heard the voice, and turned around to find that he had passed out.

"Hey, hey...wake up!" He helped Han Wuyu up.

Han Wuyu hummed, looking like he was drunk, and vomited again.

"If you dare to vomit, you will die!"

Han Wuyu hummed again, closed his mouth tightly, but made a vomit sound again.

"You! What a trouble!" Zhao Xicheng carried him up, but he didn't know which floor he lived on, and he didn't respond when he asked.

He cursed and carried him back to his home.

"Don't vomit for me! If you want to vomit, you have to go to the toilet to vomit!" Opening the entrance door, he threw him into the sofa.

Han Wuyu turned over, fell off the sofa again, and made a bump.

He vomited, shut up quickly, jumped up, and walked staggeringly to find the bathroom.

Zhao Xicheng pulled him up, and just stepped on the bathroom door, his arms were ravaged by the warm liquid, a sour smell wafted into his nostrils, the person behind him vomited again, and even his pants were ruthlessly ravaged.

"Wait until you wake up! I will definitely..."

I will settle accounts with you!

**

Habitually waking up early, Han Wuyu hummed, opened his eyes and looked at the strange chandelier, reached out to check the time with his alarm clock, stretched it out, and grabbed it.

There is warmth, but it is soft but also firm, like a muscle, and the touch feels wrong when grasped by small hands.

He tilted his head, blinked, and gradually opened his small mouth.

"Big big big uncle!"

I looked around, it wasn't his house, I always felt cold, so I looked under the quilt.

Nothing at all!naked!

He was at a loss, and wanted to hide under the quilt, but felt that something was wrong, he wanted to get up, but he had no clothes.

Zhao Xicheng was woken up by turning over, looking at the person in front of him with a nervous expression on his face.

There was a smirk on the corner of his mouth, and he just wanted to tease him.

"Sleep again." She reached out to wrap his arms around him, breathing on his shoulders and neck, with an ambiguous look.

"I, I, I woke up!" Han Wu said petrified, not daring to move.

He stretched out his fingers and gently pushed the uncle away, creating a distance.

Zhao Xicheng deliberately pulled him closer and stuck to him.

"You...have you forgotten all about it? What happened last night." He said ambiguously.

He reached out and slid his hands on his waist, deliberately pressed his chest against his back, breathed in his ears again, and watched with a suppressed smile as his ears turned red.

Han Wuyu opened his eyes wide, opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened again: "I did to you... what did I do?"

"Yes, many, many!"

Han Wuyu thought that he was naked, pulled off the quilt, and saw that the uncle was only wearing a pair of underwear.

"Drunken sex?" He never did.

The first time he drank, he became promiscuous. He always felt responsible to the uncle?

"You're so messed up." Zhao Xicheng propped his head up, with a look of embarrassment.

Han Wuyu's face changed back and forth, and finally he bit his lip, feeling like he was biting his teeth, intending to be ruthless.

"Uncle, I, I, I will be responsible!" After much deliberation, this is the only way.

"How do you want to be responsible?" Zhao Xicheng got up, didn't care about the eyes of the person on the bed, took his trousers and put them on, and poured a glass of water.

"We're going abroad to get married!" Han Wu said seriously.

Zhao Xicheng made a puff, spouted water, and coughed out of choking.

"marry?"

Han Wuyu nodded: "I can't wrong you." He glanced at Zhao Xicheng's butt.

Zhao Xicheng noticed the look in his eyes, and threw a piece of his own clothes to him: "You don't need to marry me, I'm not wronged at all."

Han Wuyu put on his clothes: "I should be responsible, I will definitely be responsible." His eyes drifted to his buttocks again.

Zhao Xicheng watched him speak earnestly and persistently, especially those eyes staring at his buttocks.

"It would be nice if you were so confident when you spoke normally."

Han Wu paused.

"Yesterday you just vomited all over me, besides..." Zhao Xicheng looked at him, with a beautiful face and a strong figure, but no matter how you looked at it, he was a size smaller than himself.

I really don't know where his whimsy came from, and he felt that he was being suppressed.

Not then, and not now.

"Let's talk again?"

"It's okay, anyway, we don't need to get married."

Han Wuyu nodded in a daze, and put on the pants that Zhao Xicheng threw to him.

"By the way, I forgot that you have a girlfriend, uncle." He still wanted to be responsible, but he didn't seem qualified.

Thinking of this, he felt so bored that he wanted to cry.

Zhao Xicheng paused, then walked to the living room: "I don't."

"Didn't you explain the misunderstanding last time? Is it my fault?" Han Wuyu followed behind him nervously, took two steps, stepped on his trousers, and lay down on his stomach.

Zhao Xicheng turned around just in time, and after catching him, he slipped backwards.

"Uncle, be careful!" Han Wuyu, after all, has practiced judo, put his arms around his head, turned around, and protected the back of his head when he hit the ground.

The two fell to the ground, looking at each other, the close faces, the warm breath, and the softness on the lips made them stop all movements.

With their lips pressed against each other, Han Wuyu quickly raised his head and looked at him blushing. His oversized shirt couldn't cover his shoulders, and he put his hands halfway on the sides of his face, feeling quite confused and fascinated.In order to support Han Wuyu, Zhao Xicheng supported his waist, and his half-curved left long leg was stuck between his legs. The intertwined legs looked ambiguous as if they were having foreplay.

The two looked at each other, and their faces were half red.

Zhao Xicheng looked at his lips, his heart was beating wildly again, he turned his eyes away, slowly got up and supported Han Wuyu's waist with one hand on the ground.

"I'm fine. How about you?"

A man's desire is very honest.

However, it cannot be in Korean.

Han Wuyu shook his head, his face was still red and said, "It's okay."

The kiss between him and the uncle seemed to be caused by mistakes.

mistake.

Thinking of the mistake, my heart twitched again.

The door opened with a click, and the man who entered looked at the two entangled on the ground in front of him.

Zhao Xicheng was taken aback when he saw the man.

"Ningxia? Why are you here?" She frowned.

"...I can't come? Didn't you give me the key." The man was wearing sunglasses, he pursed his lips and looked very brave, and walked towards the living room with a stubborn face.

He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and turned his face away, deliberately disturbing the good things of the two of them.

Han Wuyu couldn't hide his surprise and looked at the man for a while, his eyes showed a trace of hurt, he frowned and glanced at Zhao Xicheng.

is a man.

Uncle's lover is a man!

Zhao Xicheng half-covered his mouth, hesitated to speak to him, and there was more guilt and conflict between his brows.

Han Wuyu bit his lips and bowed his head: "Yes, I'm sorry." He ran to the entrance in a panic, looking for his shoes, his eyes were red with anxiety.

Zhao Xicheng took his coat and followed his footsteps: "You wear mine first, and I will wash your clothes." He didn't mean to keep him, and this kind of breakup scene is not suitable to leave irrelevant things people.

Han Wuyu watched him put on his coat, walked out the door, and walked slowly towards the elevator, only to realize that he didn't have a bag, and without a bag, he didn't have a key to go home. He walked back to Zhao Xicheng's house helplessly, stood at the door, hesitating whether to ring the doorbell , but heard the faint conversation between the two in the hallway.

"...We made up. Huh?"

"Ningxia, I'm tired. You're tired too, aren't you?"

"I am not tired!"

"... Ningxia, I'm a member of the circle, you are with me, but keep a distance, I can feel it, I will get hurt, I will get tired."

"I just want to be by your side..."

"Do you really want to?... What you want to do is what you call the normal path."

There was another conversation in the room, it seemed that they had entered the kitchen, the voice could not be heard clearly, Han Wuyu was nestled at the door, it seemed that it was not the time to interrupt.He quietly listened to the uncle's words such as circles and normal roads, his eyes were red with sobs, and he covered his eyes with one hand.

"...It's not fair..." Leaning against the wall, she slid on the ground, hugged her knees with her hands, and rolled herself into a small ball, looking for a trace of peace of mind and tranquility.

I didn't know how long I sat there, until the phone flickered and vibrated before looking up.

It's Zhang Pinwei.

"I was drunk last night."

Zhang Pinwei asked a few more words.

"Anchor Zhao took me home, but I forgot to take my key from his house, ah... because he has... guests... what? You want to come to me?" Han Wuyu listened to the conversation inside, um With a loud voice: "Okay..."

Zhang Pinwei said a few more words.

"Senior, huh? Zhang Zhang Zhang Pinwei, thank you." Putting the phone away, he got up and went to the elevator.

The door opened.

He turned his head, and Zhao Xicheng in front of him turned his back to him.

"...Ning Xia, give me some time."

"I want to live here today, aren't we getting back together?"

"I hope you think about what you want to be normal, and me..."

Bai Ningxia caught a glimpse of Han Wuyu who was staring at her outside the door, frowned and bit her lips, pulled Zhao Xicheng close, kissed him sideways, and crossed his shoulder, looking provocatively at the person outside the door.

After a pause in Han Wu's language, he was not in a hurry as usual, his whole body seemed to be drenched in ice water, and he was so frozen that he couldn't move.

Before Zhao Xicheng did not push away Bai Ningxia's kiss, Bai Ningxia put his arms around his neck naturally, he supported Bai Ningxia's waist like a habit, and kissed back, making a tsk-tsk kissing sound.Zhao Xicheng didn't turn around, and didn't see Han Wuyu, he pulled the doorknob again with one hand and closed the door.Immediately there was a bang by the door, as if the two leaned against the door and kissed passionately and bumped into each other. Both of them laughed aloud at the collision, and after a few words, they were speechless again, only the passion after reunion remained. .

Han Wuyu frowned, and after walking two steps, he covered his chest with his hand, looked back at the door, and covered his chest, the feeling of suffocation occupied his entire senses.

"Why at that time..." Biting his lip, his eyes were slightly hot, and he wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and he looked at Zhang Pinwei in the elevator, suddenly a sense of grievance and sadness welled up, his round eyes looked at him innocently, like a lost puppy.

Zhang Pinwei was taken aback, embraced him, curled his lips, and patted his back.

"I take you in, I take you in."