Husband's Fingertips

The mineral water with ice cubes calmed down the irritable Qiu Jiyan a little.

He glanced left and right. The passenger beside him was an old man who had already fallen into a deep sleep on the seat. Other passengers were resting or reading newspapers.

He moved his body forward a bit, and had the idea of ​​leaning his body closer to the seat in front, because the two people in front had not interrupted their conversation although their voices were not loud.

Qiu Jiyan suddenly wanted to know what these two complete strangers were talking about.

But this kind of behavior, which is a bit like listening to the wall, is really not his daily behavior.

So he hesitated again and again, leaning back on the seat with some anger, and closed his eyes.

But just as he wanted to recite a scripture that he often copied in his heart to calm himself down, the two people in front lowered their voices and laughed softly.

This laughter made Qiu Jiyan completely forget the thought that listening to the wall would damage his image, frowned fiercely, leaned forward, and put his head on the gap between the two front seats.

Sure enough, the whispered conversation between the two people in front immediately became clear.

The first thing I heard was the voice of the man surnamed Dong.

"Yeah, I was more naughty when I was young. I remember one time when my friends and I went home after picking frozen pears, we suddenly had a brain puncture. I didn't know what to think. We secretly stuffed two pears into my dad's bed. I just wanted him to cool off at night when he went to bed, and guess what..."

Xia Wangchuan had a smile on his face, "It must be that the frozen pears melted and then dripped water all over the bed?"

The man nodded, "That's right, it was all over my dad's body and under the quilt, and he was extremely embarrassed. You know the final result. That night, I left two marks on the soles of leather shoes on my buttocks. I can't turn over."

Having said that, the two couldn't help laughing again.

Qiu Jiyan's face almost turned into a black pot.

Although they were close and could hear the conversation between the two of them clearly, his ears seemed to be equipped with a filter function. In the end, only a few key words remained in his mind, "quilt, butt, overnight..."

The man spoke again.

"Speaking of which, the changes in my hometown have not been small in the past few years. I went back during the Spring Festival and felt a little uncomfortable. The few mountains and forests that I used to go crazy when I was a child have been developed into real estate. It is also very fierce, the economy is active now, but the environment is too bad."

Xia Wangchuan nodded, sighed, and suddenly remembered what his younger brother Mu Lin said about a rich man in Beijing who wanted to buy his back mountain and old house.

The man in the front seat suddenly moved, leaning his body towards Xia Wangchuan, and lowered his voice obviously.

Qiu Jiyan's heart skipped a beat, this person didn't need to be so sneaky if he wanted to say something to Xia Wangchuan.

He glanced at the old man next to him again, and when he confirmed that the other party hadn't woken up, he tried his best to lean forward again.

"By the way, the handsome guy on the plane with you is your... friend? It's a bit embarrassing to take his seat. I can see that he really wants to sit with you. Are you classmates? Not quite like that. Ah, it looks like you're a few years younger than him."

Damn, is it really okay to hold one and press the other?This gentleman, where can you tell that he is a few years younger than me, obviously I am a young cow eating old grass, okay?

Xia Wangchuan seemed to smile, and lowered his voice, "You're right, he's not my classmate, but he shouldn't be my friend either, because he's actually... my boss!"

Hold!boss?Am I just your boss? Xia Wangchuan, you should tell the other party frankly that I am not your boss, I am your husband!

The captain's friendly voice came from the aircraft radio, reminding everyone that the plane was only about half an hour away from the destination Beijing, and the plane was already preparing for the descent phase.

After listening to the broadcast, the man in front thought for a while, took out a business card from his body, and handed it to Xia Wangchuan.

"This is my business card, Dong Yiming. It's a coincidence that today I met fellow villagers on the plane. This is my business card. Everyone is in Beijing. You can contact me when it is convenient. There are not many people from Xichuan in Beijing. They are free. It’s time to get together, I feel very happy chatting with you, and I sincerely hope there will be a next time!”

Before Xia Wangchuan could open his mouth, he took out a business card and a pen from his pocket, "Write down your name and phone number here, and I'll save it to my phone later."

Xia Wangchuan took the other party's business card and looked at it. When he heard that the other party wanted to leave his name and contact information, he was slightly stunned, and seemed to glance at the back seat intentionally or unintentionally, and finally nodded at Dong Yiming. Nodding, he wrote down his name and mobile phone number on the business card.

Dong Yiming took the business card and read out to himself, "Xia Wangchuan, Wangchuan...the name sounds nice."

Qiu Jiyan gritted his teeth so hard that Gordon made a sound.

Fuck!

Nice name?Let me tell you, his face is fucking pretty!

But it's none of your business!

The plane landed.

At this stage of the body sliding, Xia Wangchuan carefully told Dong Yiming some precautions for rehabilitation from the perspective of a masseur.

After all, as he said, it is also a pleasure to meet a rare Xichuan fellow during the journey.

Seeing that his leg was injured, as a person who knows a thing or two about rehabilitation, it is only natural to say a few words of experience.

President Qiu, who was ready to get off the plane, stared coldly at the airport building that was getting closer and closer outside the window. He heard his private masseur selflessly imparting rehabilitation experience to others. Hit harder.

It's time to disembark.

Xia Wangchuan said goodbye to Dong Yiming, who stayed in the same place and waited for the crew to help prepare the wheelchair, and shook the other's extended hand.

When he turned around, he found that the tall and long-legged President Qiu was standing quietly and looking at him.

"Have you talked enough? Do you want to wait for you a little longer? Dr. Xia!"

Ah, it is said that the air in Beijing is not good.Sure enough, as soon as the plane landed, there was a huge puff of sour gas on the ground. There was no way, just hold on.

The two tall and long-legged people quickly walked to the luggage claim area.

Before the luggage was transported to the conveyor belt, Qiu Jiyan stood aside with his back to Xia Wangchuan, with his hands in his trouser pockets, tall and straight like a poplar tree in the north.

Xia Wangchuan greedily looked up and down the man who hadn't talked to him all the way after getting off the plane. He had broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slender legs. Because his hands were in his trouser pockets, his entire buttocks were covered by slim-fitting trousers. Stretch out a perfect curve.

The curve reminded him involuntarily of the oversized sex bed in the Shenzhen hotel.

On the ceiling directly opposite the sex bed, there is a whole mirror inlaid, which can project everything that happens on the bed.

In the past few days, in that mirror, the most unforgettable thing for Xia Wangchuan was Qiu Jiran's tight and strong buttocks hidden under the thin trousers.

After all, most of the time, as far as he is lying on his back on the bed, all he can see is the part of Qiu Jiyan's body that has been constantly struggling.

Sometimes Xia Wangchuan couldn't help but think that a man who likes sports too much, has a good-looking body, and is too strong may not be a good thing.

Because correspondingly, you have to have super endurance.

Although Qiu Jiyan deliberately turned his back to Xia Wangchuan, pretending to look at the conveyor belt instead of talking to him, but his back seemed to have eyes, and he could feel the man's motionless gaze on him.

Humph, come to see me now, where did you put me the whole voyage just now?

From Qiu Jiyan's sour words when he got off the plane just now and the performance of not looking back for a long time and only giving himself a back, Xia Wangchuan has already judged that this man must be jealous because he talked to that Dong Yiming on the plane.

In fact, Xia Wangchuan did not expect that Dong Yiming would take the initiative to greet him, and he was very good at hearing the accents of Xichuan and even Miaoxiang Town from his weak accent.

He is also from Xichuan, and his family has close relatives who also live in Miaoxiang Town.

Such a rare scene of a fellow countryman meeting a fellow countryman in the next seat on the plane, even Xia Wangchuan, who doesn't like contact with strangers very much, can't help but be motivated by his nostalgia, and chat with each other cordially.

Being both from Xichuan, they naturally found many common topics, especially when it came to the local people's favorite delicious pear in winter, Xia Wangchuan subconsciously thought of the man who was sitting diagonally behind him.

Back then, in the snow queen in the north, I frostbited my hand trying to pick snow queen pears for him.And the boy was lying on his back under the quilt of the two of them, and whispered in his ear, "Does it still hurt?"

At that moment, the fragrance of pears between the boy's lips and teeth mixed with his youthful body fragrance, together with his indifferent and considerate questioning, imprinted in Xia Wangchuan's heart an imprint that will never be forgotten throughout his youth and youth.

And that boy finally got into his bed again after many years, still leaning on his back, and also asked in his ear the same sentence he asked many years ago, "Does it still hurt?"

Only this time, the same three Chinese characters have completely different connotations and unspeakable meanings.

And whether it was 16 years ago or the current self, the answer to him is the same sentence, "No...it doesn't hurt..."

Thinking that Qiu Jiyan must be competing with him with jealousy over there, Xia Wangchuan felt a sweet feeling in his heart for no reason. This man who is two years younger than him, but tall and mature in appearance, is actually in private. Still like a wayward child.

And children, aren't they just for pampering and teasing sometimes?

He slowly walked behind Qiu Jiyan, a large group of passengers had already gathered around the conveyor belt, Qiu Jiyan was in a corner, and he never seemed to like to mix himself in with the crowd.

Xia Wangchuan walked around from behind Qiu Jiyan to his side, and seemed to stand in front of him casually, slightly getting close to Qiu Jiyan's body.

Qiu Jiyan had already seen him walking slowly from the corner of his eye, turned around him, and leaned over cautiously.

His heart skipped a beat, and suddenly a childlike feeling of pride and happiness filled his whole body.

Hmph, I'm so serious, why don't you obediently deliver it to your door.

With his hands still in his trouser pockets, he stood upright, only to find that Xia Wangchuan had slowly approached his body unknowingly.

His bulging buttocks scraped back and forth on the back of his hand in his trouser pocket, intentionally or unintentionally, sometimes he paused for a while, and when he responded with the back of his hand, he dodged forward like a fright.

But if he doesn't move, he will slowly lean over and continue to scratch himself.

Qiu Jiyan squinted at the conveyor belt next to him, cursing in his heart that the work efficiency of the airport was too slow.

Waiting like this any longer... He raised his head, secretly sucked his nose, the feeling of soreness subsided a little, probably not enough to cause nosebleeds.

This Xia Wangchuan was really too bad.

Obviously knowing that after driving meat these few days, I became obsessed with his drumstick like a demon, but I still want to use it to tease myself.

Well, you asked for it!

The luggage has arrived.

When the two were in Shenzhen, they had already agreed that they would return to Qiu's house after arriving in Beijing.

Xia Wangchuan went back alone first, only saying that he had just returned from his hometown.

Qiu Jiyan, on the other hand, arranged a private meeting with the company's chief financial officer and chief accountant, and then returned home later.

Although he didn't go to Chengdu in person, the Finance Minister and the chief accountant have been in close contact with him. Coupled with the review results in Shenzhen, they do have a lot to analyze and judge in depth.

While waiting in line for a taxi, two people stood one behind the other in the queue.

Qiu Jiyan, who was standing at the back, gave a soft "cough", and seemed to inadvertently push Xia Wangchuan forward with his coughing movement. The latter didn't turn his head, but quietly stretched out a hand, at the position where he pushed Squeeze lightly.

Neither of them spoke, but in the two movements of pushing and pinching, both of them felt the other's willingness to say something.

"You go back alone, take a good rest, lie on...the bed, and wait for me to come back..."

"Hurry up to work and go home early, I'll be waiting for you on...the bed."

When Qiu Yuebai saw his mother, Mrs. Ding, in the living room, he knew that even if he didn't want to face it, he still couldn't avoid this moment.

"Why doesn't the old lady go to sleep, don't you want beauty sleep?"

Qiu Yuebai yelled at his mother, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart that he could get away with it.

He really doesn't have any energy to deal with his mother's questioning or scolding now, because he has exhausted all his physical energy in the dispute with He Qi just now.

When the two of them left the dining table of the Qiu family with their own concerns, and went to the empty backyard of the Qiu family at Qiu Yuebai's insistence, Qiu Yuebai could no longer control his mood of being depressed all night, and pulled down face.

"Empress He, I think you should have had enough acting tonight, tell me, what do you think, what are your plans, let's talk about it."

He Qi laughed out loud.

But at this moment, his laughter sounded like a man's a little frivolous, and the femininity and charm that he deliberately highlighted just now have faded a lot.

"Don't dare to take it, at most I can get a rookie award..." Probably knowing that joking around at this time would easily arouse Qiu Yuebai's anger, He Qi changed his words in time.

"Mr. Qiu asked me what I thought. Well, I think we are all smart people. I know that Qiu Jiyan has a high IQ, and his uncle is not far behind. It would be boring to pretend to be crazy, wouldn't it?"

"Uncle, I can tell you that what I did today is to let your family know your true sexual orientation and the relationship between you and me, because I want to be with you and be A member of the Qiu family!"

Qiu Yuebai: "..."

Seeing Qiu Yuebai's dumbfounded look, He Qi blinked at him, "Why, did you feel moved or frightened, or did you not understand me, little uncle, let me speak more directly, I said I want to marry you in a country where same-sex marriage is legal and become a real couple!"

"Cough cough..."

Qiu Yuebai didn't catch his breath, and coughed violently.

He Qi took a step forward, wanting to hammer his back, but Qiu Yuebai took two steps back as if seeing a beautiful snake.

He stopped coughing, waited for himself to catch his breath, and took a deep breath.

"I said Xiao He, you are at least like Ji Yan, a top student in a famous American school. In terms of IQ, I think you must be higher than me. Otherwise, how could you design such a climaxing drama.'

"However, what you said just now seems to be a bit inconsistent with your IQ! You said that you want to marry me of the same sex in a serious way, let alone whether it is difficult, the key is that you think Has the relationship between the two of us really reached the point where we can hold hands for the rest of our lives?"

With a half-smile expression on He Qi's face, he didn't speak, but just looked at Qiu Yuebai, knowing that he would definitely continue talking.

"Yes, since I drank too much that day, I seem to have slept with you, but how should I put it, Xiao He, I think you were probably deceived by my extravagant appearance, saying that I slept with you all night. I fucked you five times, I think you are thinking too much, to put it bluntly, in that state that day, whether we did it or not is still a problem."

"Then again, even if you and I really did that thing, we are both adults, and you have a one-night stand that I want, how can we be able to fall asleep and get married? I don't care about you For what purpose, anyway, I can shamelessly say, even if I sleep with you, I have no intention of doing anything with you at all! He Qi, I hope you know it, okay? "

"no!"