Two pots of water

"You can't do it anymore?" Tan Zui paused for a while before speaking, with a subtle and complicated expression on his face.

Jiang Chu really did not expect such a reaction.

He seemed to be out of his mind just now.

And today he really didn't want to relieve himself, he was tired, he just cooperated with coaxing Tan Zui, and unexpectedly created such an embarrassing situation.

"Hey, I've said it all, I'm not uncomfortable." Jiang Chu leaned over and sat up with a tense face, and pulled Tan Zui's hands away from him.

He didn't want to care about what was going on underneath, so he tugged at the waist of his trousers and stuffed it back.

Tan Zui turned his head and wanted to kiss his neck again, but Jiang Chu was really not in the mood to let him continue to dawdle, and stretched out his arms to pull back the quilt that was pushed to the end of the bed.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, I'm really bored," he said, even Tan brought himself to wrap the two of them up together, "Your ass is sore from the injection, don't make a fuss."

As soon as his head was pushed back to the pillow, Jiang Chu closed his eyes, looking so sleepy that he didn't want to say a word.

Tan Zui didn't bother him anymore, nor dragged him to ask if he was uncomfortable, but just stared at him in the dark.

Jiang Chu was very tired, but not to the point of falling asleep with his eyes closed.

His mind was already in a mess, and he couldn't help but still think about it when it came to a man's instinct.

He was so distracted that he couldn't even recall the feeling just now.

Qin Zui really opened his mouth?

Tan Zui's gaze was almost heavy at this moment, piercing through his eyelids and piercing into Jiang Chu's pupils.

Jiang Chu lay down for a while, concentrating on breathing, thinking wildly for a while, and his mother's words were disturbed in his mind again.

Unresolved situation.

He turned over and changed into a sleeping position facing the sky, and let out a long breath gently.

Originally thought that according to Tan's most adolescent sexuality, he had to make trouble with him for a while about "no".

As a result, when he woke up the next day, Tan Zui acted as if nothing had happened, and didn't mention a single word about what happened last night to Jiang Chu.

Not only did he not mention it the next day, until Lao Du's wedding at the end of the month, for a whole week, Tan Zui didn't argue with him again.

"Try this, puppy." Jiang Chu pulled a casual shirt and threw it over, leaned against the door frame and called Tan Zui to try on the clothes with his arms folded.

"Wear it tomorrow?" Tan Zui got up from the computer, pulled off his T-shirt, and shook it.

"Well, you and Du Miaomiao are also a good match for the best man." Jiang Chu said.

"Brother Du's best man team is of any generation." Tan Zui smiled.

"He's not that particular." Jiang Chu also smiled, looking at Tan's shirtless upper body.

Qin Zui's back is getting more and more handsome.

A good young man in his twenties, his body texture is very beautiful, the lines of shoulder bones and muscles are stretched and stretched with the raising and lowering of his arms, everything is tight, healthy and shiny.

People are special sometimes.

Since the mother found out something on the other side, she would come to the company for dinner today and ring the bell in Jiang Chu's ear from time to time.

It knocked Jiang Chu's head into a mess, and all his messy thoughts were knocked away.

But no matter whether he is there or not, Tan Zui can always stay online at any time, and he gets bored with him from time to time, so Jiang Chu also cooperates along the way.

However, this time Tan was the most obedient, and he didn't even get close to him for a week. Jiang Chu watched him try on clothes now, and scratched his throat, a little itchy.

"Is it okay?" Qin Zi buttoned up a few buttons in unison, opened the closet mirror to take a look, and turned to ask Jiang Chu.

"Okay, handsome." Jiang Chu went over to straighten his sleeves, and stuffed the hem into his trousers.

"What else are these pants stuffed with? They don't fit at home." After Jiang Chu's palm scraped his waist, Tan Zui smiled and grabbed his wrist with his back and pulled it out.

He took off his shirt and threw it back on the bed, Jiang Chu rubbed his abdominal muscles again, Tan Zui raised his eyelids to stare at him.

Jiang Chu raised his hand to scratch his face, and was about to press Tan Zui's neck and kiss him, when a "ding" came from the computer on the table behind him.

Qin Zui moved his neck to the side in a non-obvious way, looked over Jiang Chu to look at the computer, leaned over to support the table, and tapped the mouse.

Jiang Chu was taken aback.

The posture of wanting their loved ones was pulled up, but they didn't make it, and Qin Zui went against the previous style and went directly to the computer in the state of the two of them.

He didn't know which of these two points made him more strange and embarrassing.

"Is there a business at school?" Jiang Chu touched his nose uncomfortably.

"No." What Tan Zui clicked was a chat dialog box, which received two documents.

It's Kuncher.

Jiang Chu stared at the note on the chat box.

"Project information." Tan Zui tapped the keyboard twice, replied "thank you" to Kang Che, and closed the chat box.

"Have you decided what to wear?" He poured out a cigarette and bit it, and asked Jiang Chu.

"The best man thing, I'll leave it to Lao Du." Jiang Chu handed him a lighter.

"Don't burn it?" Tan Zui took it over and pressed the back of his hand against Jiang Chu's neck.

"It's been several days." Jiang Chu patted his waist.

"I'm afraid it will burn... It's like the wildfires in Australia." Tan Zui smiled and took his hand away.

The following topics turned to "what to eat tonight" and "what time will I go tomorrow".

Tan Zui spoke and acted as usual, Jiang Chu always felt something was wrong when he thought about the moment he hid just now.

Seeing Tan Zui talking and laughing with him, he couldn't tell.

——He is almost thirty, and he doesn't have the cheek to drag Tan most seriously to ask why he won't let him kiss him.

After much deliberation, he can only think of the day when it should be because he "can't".

It was probably because he was not in the right mood that day, and he was annoyed in his heart. He didn't control his tone well, which hurt Tan Zui's self-esteem.

After all, it's not a real puppy, and such a big boy needs to save face.

Puppies also have ways of holding grudges.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Chu felt like laughing when he saw Tan Zui's appearance of being serious and not showing any emotions.

Dog stuff, it's even harder.

Just as she was about to give Tan Zui Shun Mao a call, her cell phone came in.

He thought it was Lao Du calling to explain about tomorrow's wedding, so he took a look at the phone, and the name "Beauty" appeared on the screen.

Jiang Chu frowned, and couldn't help but feel his brain tighten.

"Mom." He called out, lit a cigarette and went to the balcony.

"Your WeChat ID is your mobile phone number?" Mom asked when she came up.

"Just click on my profile picture, did you see it soon?" Jiang Chu was subconsciously wary of what he said now, "What's wrong?"

"When we were young, we lived in the old house. Do you remember Pan Fang who is across the door? You little maomaos always go to her place to watch cartoons, and she will give you figs to eat." Mom seems to be in a good mood today, with a cheerful tone and fast-paced speech. Soon.

"One time I made you cry because I picked your little dick, and then you stopped playing at her house." She knocked on the table and added.

"When?" Jiang Chu said with a smile, "Hey", and couldn't think of this incident at all, "I have a little impression of Aunt Pan, hasn't it been many years since I haven't contacted you?"

"I didn't contact her either. Her family moved to the west of the city, so she saw less." Mom explained.

"But it's really rare. If I hadn't met her today, I would have forgotten that her daughter is so old." Mom smiled, "It's Pan Xiao, a little black girl named Qianqian. Scared, do you remember Jiang Chu?"

Jiang Chu didn't speak, and set up the screen window of the balcony to stare outside.

"When I was young, I looked like a little black monkey, but now I look good, and I don't dare to admit it." My mother didn't care if he answered, "I just graduated from graduate school, and I study architecture or something. You're about the same."

"'Almost' was added by yourself." Jiang Chu took a deep breath and flicked the soot.

"I'm at a loss. I don't know whether to work or go abroad after graduation." Mom just pretended not to hear, "Your Auntie Pan knows that you do design, isn't it good for you two to chat?"

"She can't chat with me." Jiang Chu had already guessed what his mother meant, and refused without a tone.

"Can't you chat with graduate students?" My mother probably guessed that Jiang Chu would not cooperate, so she was not in a hurry, and she was just chatting, "Can I chat with college students?"

"It's not the same thing." Jiang Chu frowned.

He is really too passive in front of his mother now.

He clearly knew that his mother knew what was going on, but as long as she didn't say anything, Jiang Chu could only cooperate and say nothing.

Playing dumb with each other and learning from each other.

"I don't know the major, what is she talking about with me?" Jiang Chu took another breath, "No matter how confused I am, can I ask her to work for me?"

"That's right, it's impossible for people to work for you, so what are you afraid of talking about?" Mom said.

"Then you send it to her." Jiang Chu smiled, and squinted the cigarette butt into the window slot with drooping eyes.

He knew that even if he didn't speak, his mother would not urge him bluntly, but would just quietly wait for him to change his words through the phone.

Jiang Chu didn't have the energy to spend with her.

Anyway, whether to add WeChat or not can't decide anything.

Greeted or a stranger.

"Then I'll send it to Aunt Pan." Mom's tone softened immediately.

"One day at the company to guard Daben, at home to guard Tan Zui, let him meet some new friends is like being forced to go to Liangshan." This is what Fang Zhou said.

After WeChat passed, his mother asked him if he would go home for dinner tomorrow.

Jiang Chu told her that he was going to Lao Du's wedding tomorrow, his mother asked a few words, and asked him to take a picture of the bride and send it to her.

"All of your friends are married." At the end of the phone call, my mother smiled lightly, "You also think about yourself in three to five years, Jiang Chu."

Although Jiang Chu was so irritable when he and his mother tried each other recently, he wanted to speak out directly.

But when his mother suddenly gave him a more obvious hint, Jiang Chu's throat still tightened involuntarily.

After hanging up the phone and standing on the balcony for a while, Jiang Chu pulled down the screen window and turned back to the living room.

"Auntie?" Qin Zui sat at the dining table, stepped on a chair, played with his mobile phone, and looked up at him.

"Ah." Jiang Chu responded and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"What did you say to you?" Tan Zui asked after he came back and sat down.

"Let me take pictures of her bride tomorrow." Jiang Chu said with a smile.

"So curious." Tan Zui also smiled, turned his phone and continued to look at Jiang Chu.

"I said I met my old neighbor today, and I didn't mean that he grabbed my dick and made me cry." Jiang Chu shook his head, picked up his chopsticks to eat, "I don't have any impression."

Tan Zui waited for him to continue talking about other things, but he didn't come.

After staring at Jiang Chu for a while, he didn't ask any more questions.

He raised his hand and threw the phone on the table, sat in another position, and said, "No wonder."

"Huh?" Jiang Chu glanced at him while eating the food.

In the end, Qin put his head against the wall, tapped his chin, and whistled: "The length is considerable."

"It's time to eat." Jiang Chu smiled absently and cursed.

Qin Zui twitched the corners of his mouth in cooperation, and pushed the cold spinach that Jiang Chu hadn't eaten last time in front of him.