Hey, are you in love?

Gu Yuheng was stunned when he received the message, thinking: What does sending a question mark mean?Doesn't he know 'Number Zero'? The 25-year-old gay doesn't know the codes of Gongshou and Zero One?How can it be!Or did he not see me as a flirt at all?So what does it mean to touch your head, send text messages, and send soup for such a long time?Is it just out of childhood friendship?What the hell? !

Gu Yuheng let out a mournful wailing with a drawn-out voice in the bed. Zhang Yan, who was on the bed next to him, was startled awake, frowning and squinting his eyes, and murmured in a sleepy voice: "Please press to go to the toilet, please press for dinner." Press two, press zero if you need manual service..."

Gu Yuheng didn't have the time to talk to him, and felt very irritable. At one moment, he felt that Fu Zhaoyang was a scumbag for teasing him for so long without responding, and at another moment, he felt that he was too impatient. I didn't think about it when I posted it, and because of Fu Zhaohui's relationship, maybe Fu Zhaoyang felt awkward sleeping with his brother's old classmate?

Thinking of this, Gu Yuheng also thumped in his heart. Beauty is wronging the country, beauty is wronging the country, he has forgotten about Fu Zhaohui, if Fu Zhaohui knows that he is going to fuck his brother, he will definitely be pissed to death.But do you just give up like this?The little black monkey is really handsome when he grows up, and it is clear that Lang has a concubine and intentions, so Fu Zhaohui may not know if he has an affair without anyone noticing...

Gu Yuheng struggled with self-deception for a long time, and then edited a text message in a cover-up manner, saying: I don't know which fan on the homepage forwarded that screenshot, I didn't read it carefully.Every time Zhang Yan goes to the toilet, he can't come out for an hour. Do you think he has hemorrhoids?

Zhang Yan next to him didn't see his response for a long time, and fell asleep again, completely unaware that he had carried a pot of hemorrhoids for him.

Over there, Fu Zhaoyang looked at the phone laughing like a dog, the bed was shaking from his laughter, he pressed his thumb on the screen of the phone for a long time but did not type a word, just typed a word and started laughing again, writing, deleting and deleting for a long time before sending it: it may be Constipation, if this happens often, it is recommended to see anorectal or gastroenterology.

With such a serious reply, Gu Yuheng didn't flirt anymore. He replied with the word 'oh', pouted and threw the phone away and closed his eyes in frustration. Even the little flowers on his head were about to wither. It can't be broken...

Fu Zhaoyang looked at the word "oh" he sent, and started to laugh again like a psychopath, and was afraid that if he stretched too hard, Gu Yuheng would be discouraged and there would be no follow-up, so he typed while laughing: What number did you count to? Only sunny?

Gu Yuheng had made up his mind not to flirt with Fu Zhaoyang anymore, but when the phone rang, he couldn't help holding it in his hand quickly. When he opened it and saw this sentence, the small lump of dry wood in his heart seemed to be mixed with gasoline. Burning up, this person is obviously even worse than him!

Gu Yuheng tapped on the screen for a long time, but couldn't express his meaning no matter how much he edited, so he dialed it on impulse.

When Fu Zhaoyang's phone rang, he was taken aback. Seeing Gu Yuheng's name beating on the screen, his heart couldn't help beating faster. He took a deep breath, and when he picked it up, the two of them didn't speak in tacit agreement. .After a long silence, the frequency of breathing passed along with the electromagnetic waves.

Fu Zhaoyang gave a hello, and the low smoke voice became more magnetic after being electrified.Gu Yuheng originally wanted to question him, but when he heard his voice, he immediately forgot the anger just now. Fu Zhaoyang's voice was like a pair of hands, reaching over the phone and touching his whole body.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Zhaoyang fed him again. After a while, a smiling voice came over and asked, "Which sheep did you count?"

Listening to his voice, Gu Yuheng buried half of his face in his palm with a snort, and said stickily, "I've counted so many, too many, I can't count them all, my head is full of yang."

The feeling of talking on the phone is different from talking in person, it is more private, only focusing on the conversation between two people, in such a late night, it adds a bit of secret pleasure like having an affair.Fu Zhaoyang was teased again, wondering if he would do a second brush tonight?

Both of them lay on the bed and called on the phone, with a sense of intimacy. Seeing that he didn't answer, Gu Yuheng asked again: "Are you asleep?"

"No." Fu Zhaoyang's voice was a little tight.

"Then why don't you speak?"

"..." Fu Zhaoyang didn't know how to answer, so he said for a while, "Then... shall I count for you?"

"..." What the hell! ?Before Gu Yuheng could speak, he had already started counting. The low and hoarse male voice seemed to be scratching his heart, counting slowly: "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four One sheep, five sheep..."

Gu Yuheng couldn't fall asleep even more because of his blood boiling. He touched his lower body quietly, and Fu Zhaoyang's voice lingered in his mind, thinking: Can I masturbate during a fracture?

Fu Zhaoyang counted slowly, and when he counted to fifty, he asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet." Gu Yuheng replied.

Fu Zhaoyang continued to count, and the two of them counted sheep through the phone like crazy. When they reached the 530th ninth sheep, Gu Yuheng finally couldn't bear to sleep. The fracture is ready for masturbation.

Early the next morning, Fu Zhaoyang went to Gu Yuheng's ward with tremella and lotus seed soup. He woke up when he put down the thermos, gently tugged at his white coat, and asked stickily, "Are you here?"

Fu Zhaoyang hummed, and Gu Yuheng said, "My head was full of yang last night."

The corners of Fu Zhaoyang's mouth turned up, and in the dim light, a little blush appeared on his face, and he lowered his eyes slightly to look at him.When the eyes of the two met, Gu Yuheng couldn't help but pull the corner of his clothes down, as if wanting to ask for a kiss, his eyes turned back and forth on Fu Zhaoyang's face and lips.

Fu Zhaoyang resisted being unmoved, let him drag him for a while, patted his hand lightly, and said, "I have to go to work, you can sleep for a while."

Only then did Gu Yuheng reluctantly withdraw his hand.

When the sky was bright, a group of people came to Gu Yuheng's house rounds in a mighty manner, led by Lu Youliang, and asked the interns a few questions.A group of people watched and studied, Fu Zhaoyang just stood by and watched, Gu Yuheng suddenly lost all energy, as if his spine had been pumped out, limp and paralyzed on the bed, there was not much time in the middle of the day to be alone It was confusing, but fortunately he took Zhang Yan away on purpose.

When the little doctors were going out, a few of Gu Yuheng's fans wanted to stay and ask him for his autograph. Fu Zhaoyang took a look at his expression and knew that he was not in a good mood because of his lazy appearance, so he stayed at the end to block for him. He said, "I'm going to check the next one soon. Director Lu's internship comments are very strict."

A group of young interns reluctantly left, but Fu Zhaoyang took advantage of his position to stay.Seeing that he stayed, Gu Yuheng couldn't help but smile again, looked at him with hooked eyes, and said, "You don't need to check the next room?"

"Let's go later." He said this, as if he was very reluctant to part with Gu Yuheng, and even wanted to steal a second to have a private meeting with him.

Gu Yuheng pursed his lips into a smile, his ears were red, and he whispered while clutching the quilt in his hand: "When you send text messages, you are so impatient, full of technical terms and question marks, what are you doing here now?"