forgotten boyfriend

"Don't touch my wife." Ran Feng pretended to get up from the bed and grabbed Cheng Fang's hand that was about to touch his pillow in time. Compared with his usual appearance, it was like pressing the fast forward button a hundred times. If he Going to the race at this speed will definitely break the world record.Cheng Fang once said: If you want to threaten Ran Feng, burning his hand is more useful than putting a knife on his neck.Even if he is dying, he will only say 'remember to help me make a copy'.

It is also a tragedy for society that a dormitory can produce the four perverts of us.

"Are you back?" Cheng Fang said to the person who entered the door.

The other party just nodded slightly, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes under the black forehead hair.That was Xiang Qi, his personality was as strange as his name, he didn't like to talk, and looked disgusted at everyone, as if we owed him 500 million.If eyes could kill, I think we would have been reincarnated countless times.The only things he is interested in are religious beliefs and legends of gods and ghosts.

"It's exquisite." He pointed to my cabinet and said, and then buried himself in his book.It was only then that I realized what he was talking about was the cross I dug out from the "very important!" box a few days ago. It was made of silver with a cursive "M" engraved on the back. It didn't look like something I would buy. It was probably sent by someone else.

Of course, what was even more rare was that he actually spoke.When Ran Feng's mother came to the dormitory before, she thought Xiang Qi was deaf-mute—he usually gestured to us or wrote notes.

I lay on the bed and rubbed the cross in the palm of my hand. It used to have a rope, it should be a necklace.

"Foryou, mylove." The hoarse male voice that rang in my ears a few days ago came again.I saw a blond man wrap it around my neck, his long fingers lingering over my collarbone.

I quickly got up, and the cross in my hand fell to the ground.But there was only the loli shy laughter from Ran Feng's computer, and the warm touch on the collarbone disappeared-

"You must be too horny." After listening to what I said, Cheng Fang said, and then stuffed a handful of spicy sticks into his mouth, "You actually imagined such a nasty thing, or did you really find a girlfriend in private. After finishing speaking, he learned it affectionately according to my description, and his English with a strong accent was mixed with the aroma of spicy sticks.

"Impossible, you all know what I did." I am a person who can't hide secrets, such as now, I reported to him immediately.

"Think about it every day and dream at night, I think it's time for you to find a boyfriend."

"Forget it." Thinking of the blond man's disgusting performance, I started to get goosebumps all over my body.He looks familiar, but I just can't remember it.It's like when you take an exam, you clearly remember that you have done it but forgot how to solve it.

"You can take out the things in the box and recall everything." He reached out and hooked the box.

"It's nothing, I've already turned over."

"Maybe I'll be able to remember it in the future. Isn't that the case with amnesia in general? Or see if anyone's name is written in it?"

"There's only an M, the same as the one on the cross." I found the pile of postcards. There was no postmark on the postcards, so I probably bought them locally and brought them back.

"It seems that your friend with a gun is real."

"How are you sure it's a friend with benefits? I'm not that kind of person." If this "Mr. M" is really nice to me, please show up quickly.

"I don't think you'll like 'love' or 'romance'." He still knows me well, "The love letter that girl gave you made you sick for a long time."

"Where is this?" Cheng Fang leaned over to look at the postcard.

"Norway." I've always wanted to see the Norwegian fjords.

"What is the man you mentioned like?" After thinking for a long time without a clue, he simply gave up.

"Handsome." was my first reaction, even though I couldn't see his face clearly, "and then gone." I only think of him when I see certain things, maybe this is the so-called sight Wusiren, "You can't tell my mother about this." I stared at Cheng Fang.From childhood to adulthood, he liked to gossip with my mother so much that my mother knew exactly how many hairs I had lost, and once thought that my mother had installed a camera beside me.

"Okay, treat me to two months' worth of skewers." He stretched out his greasy hand.

"Do you want me to send the things in your online disk to your dad?"I knew I had won when he rolled his eyes with a black face.