Dressed as a gangster and his nanny[Transmigration Book]

"So, you learned to sing, not to draw?"

"No."

"Your family really sells seafood, isn't it real estate?"

"Not really."

"Are you interested in grilled chicken wings?"

"... Not much."

"then you……"

"Stop! Stop!" Seeing the question turning in more and more strange directions, Ao Zhiming couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't listen any more, "Fuck, Brother Lu, did you lose your mind today? What are you asking?" Are there any?"

"Is the last question okay?" Qiulu said, looking at the confused girl, pointing his thumb at Ao Zhiming, "Is this guy treating you well?"

"..." Ao Zhiming.

Ao Zhi clearly believed that there was indeed something wrong with Qiu Lu today.

Xiang Ping'an's face turned red immediately, and he stammered: "Very, very good, we... are very good."

Ao Zhiming coughed, and his face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, instantly cleared up because of Xiang Ping'an's small words.

Qiu Lu looked at the two of them and exchanged a sweet look, let out a long breath, his face was calm, and a storm surged in his heart.

how to say.

The person should indeed be this person, but it is completely wrong!

It was supposed to be the youngest daughter brought by a certain real estate industry tycoon when he came to visit C City for the purpose of sketching. She has transformed into a "Seafood Xi Shi" who sells seafood from north to south with her family. She has learned folk songs for several years and is beautiful. It's still pretty, but that's beside the point.

Qiu Lu blushed with an old face and didn't dare to look at the tender and affectionate eyes of the two of them, growling secretly in her heart—the point is Xiang Pingan and Ao Zhiming, who should be the cannon fodder supporting actor!Why? !

Sister, shouldn't you meet Fang Huo for life and then swear not to marry him? Facing the stalking of the cannon fodder male partner Ao Zhiming, you would rather die than surrender?

What's going on now? !

Qiu Lu took a sip of the cold beer to suppress his shock.

They ate hot pot recklessly on this hot day, and the prices of restaurants in the city center were not cheap, so Ao Zhiming proudly said that he would treat him to this meal.

When everything was served, it was indeed very little, there was only a little bit in each plate, but there was actually a lot of cold beer, and the two of them drank it all in order not to waste it.

Half an hour later, Ao Zhiming looked at Qiu Lu, who was drunk like a dog, and said worriedly: "It's over, he likes to talk nonsense when he is drunk. He has already talked a lot of nonsense today, what's the matter now, wife Put your ears on it and don't listen."

Xiang Ping'an smiled cutely: "But I think it's quite interesting."

Ao Zhiming: "..."

When Fang Huo came back, it was past twelve o'clock, and the bus had already stopped running.

He walked back on foot. The big rowhouses on both sides of the street were closed, and only the aroma of wine and meat remained. He smelled the familiar smell of the market, and his pace quickened.

As soon as the door of the dormitory was pushed open, the strong smell of alcohol came to the face. Qiu Lu was lying on the bed, her calf sticking out from the side of the bed, and her shoes were still on.

Fang Huo stood at the door for a while, then turned around and closed the door, walked forward, half-kneeled beside his bed, and whispered, "Brother Lu, are you asleep now?"

Qiulu didn't answer him, breathing steadily.

Fang Huo took off his backpack and put it on the side cabinet.

He reached out to untie Qiulu's shoelaces, and when he took his ankles to take off the shoes, he was woken up, turned over uncomfortably, half propped himself up again, and looked at Fang Huo's face for a while under the moonlight, Recognizing him, he said drunkenly: "Xiao Huo is back."

"Well," Fang Huo lowered his head and put his shoes away, and said calmly, "You promised me to drink less."

Qiulu thought hard for a while, and then said angrily, "When did I agree?"

"A week ago."

Qiulu denied: "I obviously never promised." He then complained: "You do this every time."

Every time I love it so much!

Fang Huo didn't speak, and silently helped him take off his coat and trousers.

Although Qiulu would talk nonsense when he was drunk, he would not go crazy. Fang Huo asked him to "raise your hand" in a low voice, and he obeyed obediently.

As a result, after a tossing, Qiulu became energetic instead, and he was so radiant that he didn't want to go to sleep, so he grabbed Fang Huo's arm and wanted to chat with him.

"Well," Fang Huo turned his eyes away, not looking at his two long naked white legs protruding from his shorts, "let me go first, I'll go change."

"Let's go later," he pulled Fang Huo a little closer, held his face in his hands and looked at him, staring at him with sparkling eyes in the dark, and sighed after a while: "It's so beautiful, you Tell me what's the matter with you."

Fang Huo asked him what was going on.

Qiu Lu collapsed on the bed, and bounced up again like a dead body, "Do you know who I saw today?"

He was like this when he was drunk, Fang Huo followed his words and asked, "Who?"

Qiulu murmured: "I saw your wife... ran off with a wild man..."

Fang Huo froze for a moment, laughed, and rubbed his face: "The more you talk, the more outrageous, where did I get my wife?"

Qiulu covered her cheeks, stared at him unhappily for a while, then fell down again, "Forget it, you won't understand even after I tell you."

Fang Huo smiled lightly.

He was a little depressed at first, but he felt a little better after seeing Qiulu, who was drunk, making trouble like this for a while.

He remembered that once a long time ago, Qiulu was also drunk, hugged a big tree and refused to leave, hugged it, praised how handsome it was for a while, touched the bark for a while and said that he is indeed my little brother Lian Xueba This is so similar to me, boasting to the end and kissing the tree hard.

At that time, Fang Huo really wished that he was a tree.

Qiulu lay on the bed for a while, then felt tired again, and gradually fell asleep.Most of his body was outside the bed, Fang Huo picked him up and planned to move him a little inside the bed.

Qiu Lu doesn't gain weight by just eating. Fang Huo could easily pick him up by the waist a long time ago, but he never did this when Qiu Lu was awake, because in that case, Qiu Lu would blush, He will also be embarrassed and say loudly, "You are going to ride on your brother's head".

Therefore, it is often only when he is drunk, or when he is asleep.

In front of Qiulu, as long as Qiulu wants, he is willing to be the person who depends on him forever. Fang Huo believes that this does not prevent him from acting as a protector at the same time.

Fang Huo knew that he was a bit paranoid.

When he was very young, he knew that nothing really belonged to him, not his father, because his father had another wife and children; nor his mother, because her mother liked shopping and mahjong far more than him; even the senior Quanquan's grandfather is also far away in the sky. He doesn't know Fang Huo, and Fang Huo has never seen him.

So when he first realized that Qiulu might be with him for a long, long time, he was like a wild dog impatiently marking the territory.

In the beginning, he just followed him every step of the way like a child who was afraid of getting lost.Soon he gave Qiulu a piece of jade to show his favor.

Later, he learned to use some childish and extreme methods to keep him. For example, when he found out that the new kid had arrived who was weaker than himself and needed Qiulu's care more, he ran away without saying a word. I took a two-hour cold shower in the public bath in winter.

At first it might just be a little pathological possessiveness, and later he himself didn't quite know why, but now Fang Huo knows what it is better than anyone else.

While picking him up, something fell out of Qiulu's body and fell to the ground with a "ding" sound, very crisp.

Fang Huo reached out to pick it up and found a familiar shape. He picked it up and stared at the moonlight for a while.

"Brother Lu, why did you pick it off?" He asked softly.

Naturally, the sleeping person couldn't answer him, the slender neck protruded from the loose collar, and the collarbone was indeed empty.

Fang Huo held the jade and rubbed it, planning to help him put it on again.

The drunk and stupefied person suddenly turned over, stretched his legs and kicked him, kicking his stomach, as if he was dreaming, dissatisfied and uttered a slight dream: "Little kid...you want to go to City B by yourself, Still want to tease your brother?" "You are the younger brother! Do you know!..."

Fang Huo's hand stopped, looked at his face in the dark, smiled, and changed his mind after a while.

He held Qiulu's calf, compared it with the red thread, found a lighter from the cabinet, put the two ends of the red thread together, burned an inextricable knot, and wrapped it around his ankle.

He was worried that Qiulu would be scalded, so he pressed his fingertips against his flesh when it was burning.

Qiulu is really thin, but his arms and calves are a bit soft, and they can sink a little bit when he squeezes them with his hands. Fang Huo couldn't help pressing them with his hands, and pinching them again.

After finishing, he raised one corner of his lips to look at his work.

The red silk thread was wrapped around his white ankle, with a small round emerald embellished on it. It was enchantingly beautiful under the moonlight, but it was like a shackle, holding him tightly.

Fang Huo looked at it for a while, and finally kissed him devoutly on the back of his foot.

Although Qiulu would most likely wake up in the morning and take off such stupid decorations on his ankles and give him a violent beating at the same time, he still took advantage of the night to do such childish and incomprehensible behavior .

He said, not knowing what he was responding to, "Don't even think about it, Brother Lu."

The person on the bed hummed softly, as if he heard it.The ankles entangled in thin threads seemed to feel itchy, causing the five pink round toes to curl up slightly.

He stared at the white and moist flesh, like countless nights when Qiu Lu was sleeping soundly, his desire came very fiercely.

Teenage boys are always prone to estrus anytime and anywhere, but Fang Huo is a bit more advanced than them, because he and his obsessive object sleep in the same room every night, and even occasionally sleep in the same bed , This made him learn to restrain himself during the day too early, but when night came, the hostility accumulated during the day instantly ignited them.

He remembered the man who said to him today, just for a few months, after your birthday is over and the transfer formalities are signed, you can choose not to be surnamed Fang anymore.

The man looked at Fang Huo at that time, and said with a little appreciation, you look more decent than Fang Yu. I heard from your principal that you are the number one in the city?Good boy.

No one could have imagined that such a good boy would put his hand into his pants facing his brother's face at night. Fang Huo felt that desire and anger had a little relationship to each other, and he admitted that he was a little scared. I was afraid that all my things would be gone, so when Qiulu just said "I won't go with you" in his drunken sleep, he had some crazy thoughts. It is best to vent them in some way. Keep the only thing he thinks will always be his.

He restrained himself from playing a nasty and childish game when, in fact, his inner desire was far from it.

He pulled his hand out to cover his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother Lu, I shouldn't treat you like this... just wait for me."