After marrying evil, I can't leave

"Go in, go in," Zhou Wu kept patting.

The waist was retracted, the scene in front of him shook suddenly, Zhou Wu was pulled into the room, the door was brought by a big hand, and it slammed shut.

At the same time, the neighbor's door opened, and he stretched his head to look outside, only to see the young man who had just moved in close the door.

The scene outside the door has returned to calm.

The scene inside the door is extremely eager and urgent.

Zhou Wu finally broke free from the tight entanglement, his eyes were already turning white, and he was short of oxygen. Bailiqi wrapped him up completely, full of warmth.

The two palms are placed in front of the cold lips, creating a distance between one person and one ghost.

But the ghost grabbed his hand and put it to his mouth to kiss, intensively and tenderly.

Zhou Wu blinked and watched his bloodless lips stick to the skin on the back of his palm, and then slowly turned to the palm of his hand, sucking slowly, feeling that he was very restrained.

Zhou Wu shrank his hands: "Well, it's very cold..."

After saying this, he felt something cooler slide over his palm, slippery, like a snake's tongue.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room. In order to save electricity bills, Zhou Wu turned off the air conditioner at home when he went out. Anyway, ghosts don’t need heat.

After he entered the door, he fumbled to find the remote control of the air conditioner, but someone grabbed his waist tightly. He stretched his upper body forward to get the air conditioner on the shoe cabinet, but was pulled back.

He was a little angry, since his fingertips almost touched the remote control.

After reaching it twice in a row, but still not enough, Zhou Wu jumped anxiously, but saw an arm pass over him, took the remote control directly, and put it in front of his eyes.

"Hmm..." Zhou Wu took it in a daze, took the air conditioner and turned it on.

This air conditioner is old-fashioned, and it heats up very slowly. After turning it on, you can hear its roaring sound, and then slowly spit out hot air.

He reached out to turn on the light again, but was stopped.

"No." The ghost's voice was a little hoarse, low and deep, coming in from the pinna.

Zhou Wu grabbed Bailiqi's hair with all his hands. With a slippery hand, he lifted the hair to his eyes with his fingertips. In a dark room, he could still see the arc of light reflected on it.

Zhou Wu opened his eyes slightly, and asked stupidly, "What shampoo do you use?"

Bailiqi wrapped his arms around Zhou Wu, looked down at the prickly dimple at the corner of Zhou Wu's mouth, and gently pressed his thumb down.

The skin at the corner of the mouth sank in, and when the thumb was removed again, it returned to its original shape, leaving only a faint imprint.

Because of the alcohol on his face, Zhou Wu's cheeks were white with pink from the pores.

Zhou Wu opened his hand: "itch."

After that, he began to take off his coat and scarf. The coat was taken off to the crook of his arm and stuck at his waist. He lowered his head slowly, with one arm wrapped around his waist, and the coat was pinched by him.

He reached out to break it, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Zhou Wu, who was paralyzed by alcohol and unable to walk, how could he break the other party's attachment.

Normally, he was always afraid of his sweet wife, but at this moment, he seemed to be a different person. Bailiqi squinted his eyes and looked carefully, probably understanding what caused this situation.

He should have known.

Zhou Wu is good-looking, but that's not why Bailiqi likes him. From the day he realized it, he had an impulse in his heart.

As if it was a mission, you must follow him, get him, and don't let him disappear from your side, even if it is unscrupulous, don't let him out of your sight.

And from the moment he came into sight, I had already set everything on fire, I must let him keep looking at me with my eyes open, and I must also look at him.

Zhou Wu was still breaking the arm with his fingertips, he found the source, and went to break the opponent's fingertips, little finger, index finger, middle finger, thumb...

After breaking off, the finger went back again, and he said angrily, "You fouled!"

Bailiqi: ...

"I want to take a shower, it smells like hot pot, I have to wash my hair, and..." Zhou Wu lowered his head and thought about what he was going to do, his fluffy hair was lying in a hundred miles away.

Zhou Wu fell forward a little groggy, breathing lightly, looking obedient, and murmured softly: "I'm still thirsty..."

"Want to drink water?" Bailiqi always spoke slowly, not lazy and slow, but like a superior giving orders slowly.

"Yes." Zhou Wu immediately raised his hand and said loudly.

Zhou Wu felt his toes rising into the air, and was slowly being led in. He kicked his feet, as if he was levitating.

"Wow... it's flying...!" Zhou Wu spread his arms like a bird.

Soon, he flew to the coffee table.

The tea bag was hung on the wall of the cup, and the hot water in the big white bear's tea cup gradually changed its color, slowly turning into a light green, with a little bit of tea dregs running out from the gap where the tea bag was not tightly sewn, and floating to the bottom of the cup. tea noodles.

Zhou Wu took a sip, gently stuck out the tip of his tongue, and tapped it to feel the temperature.

"Hot..." Zhou Wu exclaimed in a low voice, closing his tongue.

Bailiqi turned Zhou Wu's face away, opened his mouth with his fingertips, and pulled out his tongue to see if there was any burns, and also checked to see if there was anything wrong with his mouth.

Only the tip of the tongue was a little red, and after being slightly stroked by the Yin Qi from the fingertips, it didn't matter anymore.

Zhou Wu's chin was being grabbed, and he wanted to shake it off impatiently. He drank water anxiously, and suddenly closed his teeth. His teeth almost bit the opponent's fingers and tongue.

"I want to drink water." Zhou Wu murmured, he lowered his head, blew on the hot tea little by little, pouted his mouth to blow the air.

The tea dregs were blown away by him, and he complained about why it was still so hot. A cool wind blew from behind, and filled the tea with some black mist.

The water temperature dropped visibly to the naked eye, because the floating white water mist disappeared all of a sudden.

Zhou Wu said something amazing, so he couldn't wait to open his mouth to drink tea, and gulped down his throat to drink the water.

After drinking, he let out a long breath, feeling satisfied, and turned his head to look up at Bailiqi: "Do you want a mobile phone, a new mobile phone, I'm about to get paid."

Bailiqi: ...

After Zhou Wu finished speaking, he felt distressed again, a little regretful, thinking that he would not be better, and immediately changed the subject: "I'm going to take a bath, have you washed it yet?"

The shower gel he bought would often decrease by a certain amount, and he knew it secretly, so he didn't dare to ask, but now, with his blunt mind, he dared to ask anything.

"No." Bailiqi said.

Zhou Wu said: "Then you wash it first, I'm a little tired, go to sleep..."

After that, he lifted his feet and wanted to walk on the sofa, but he forgot that he still had an arm around his waist. After realizing it, he looked down and asked with pouting lips, "Want to wash together?"

There were a lot of clothes scattered in the living room, a shirt was hanging on the back of the sofa, two socks were missing from the blanket, there was even a robe on the floor, and the belt fell on the chair on the dining table.

In the bathroom, the light was not turned on, and I looked at things from the light source emitted by the standing desk lamp next to the sofa.

Zhou Wu was stepping on the edge of the toilet with one foot to get the bath balls hanging on the wall in the crowded bathroom. It was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly.

The bath ball is blue and originally had a Doraemon pattern on it, but it disappeared after washing.

He felt itchy on his back, and when he turned his head, the other party's long hair was scattered on his waist.

Zhou Wu thought for a while and said seriously: "Your hair is too long."

He searched around the washing machine and found a rubber band that Zhou Wu used to tie gel pens, "Tie it."

Turning around, what appeared in front of her was a perfect body, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, beautiful mermaid line, put it in the gym, anyone who looked at it would feel invincible abdominal muscles.

No, not perfect.

Zhou Wu's second glance saw the scar on his lower abdomen.

Just beside the mermaid line, it was nearly twenty centimeters long, like a centipede hovering over this perfect body.

Zhou Wu stared, his fingertips touched the scar, and when he touched it, he felt the body pause and the muscles tense, "This is... what kind of injury?"

He raised his head to look at the other party: "You...have your appendix cut?"

Baili Qi also looked down at the wound on his abdomen, but he didn't have any memory of his wound, so he shook his head: "I don't know."

No, there was no appendectomy in ancient times.

Zhou Wu lowered his head and studied carefully. He didn't think it looked like a surgical wound, and it wasn't neat enough...

I couldn't help but look down, my reaction was a little slow, and it took me a while to realize what I saw.

Even though he was drunk and his consciousness was too hyperactive, he realized that he couldn't look around and turned his face away.

"You, turn around, I'll help you, tie your hair." Because he was drunk, his tongue was a little bit clumsy, and he was muttering, almost making it difficult for people to hear what he was saying.

Bailiqi stared at him, with a hint of red in his eyes, feeling extremely joyful in his heart, resisting the urge to swallow the young man immediately, he turned around slowly.

Take it easy.

The black hair was scattered around his shoulders and waist, and his skin and black hair could be seen in the gaps, black and white. It was scary to not turn on the light, but Zhou Wu, who had been drinking, was not afraid at all. Together, tie in the middle.

Because he was dizzy, he did it several times before he made it beautiful.

"Okay, let's wash."

Hot water washes down from the shower head, and a translucent mist gradually fills the room. Stepping into the shower, Zhou Wu feels a big popsicle behind him.

He wanted the hot water to warm him up, but he couldn't do anything.

Under the hot water, the feeling of drunkenness is more serious, the body feels a little staggered, and the eyes are white, as if in the fog.

"Help me...for a while!" Zhou Wu couldn't help but said.

He was already taking a bath with alcohol, feeling a little out of breath, but at this moment, he was greeted with a cold kiss, wanting to swallow him up.

The water flowed down his head, so that he could only breathe intermittently through his nose. When he was really short of breath, he beat the opponent desperately.

When Zhou Wu breathed fresh air again, he raised his hand and slapped the other party feebly, "I can't breathe..."

In the dark bathroom, the hot water was dripping, and Zhou Wu felt that he was sometimes gasped and sometimes out of breath, switching back and forth between groggy and dizzy.

"Take a bath... I need to take a bath..." Intermittent voices came from inside.

Already feeling very limp due to the alcohol, and being bathed in hot water and cold, he can't use much energy at this moment, he can only lean on the body beside him.

He handed over the blue bath ball, and said to Bailiqi: "You...are bullying people, you want to help me take a bath, just like last time, wash clean..."

The bath ball got wet, and the bath liquid seeped foam from the gaps, covering the skin little by little.

In the end, the whole body was covered with a layer of fine and dense foam, and the fine hair was also filled with cotton-like foam.

The pale finger bones ran into the hair, slowly rubbing it a little bit.

Zhou Wu was half standing, half leaning on him, lowering his head, closing his eyebrows and closing his eyes to prevent the foam from entering his eyes, and occasionally wiped the foam between his eyebrows and eyes with his hands.

After letting the lather sit long enough, rinse off with hot water.

The white foam slowly flows into the cracks of the ground along the current.

"Washed...?" Zhou Wu slowly opened his eyes, feeling extremely sleepy, but also very comfortable.

He suddenly remembered: "You haven't washed yet!"

Forced to open his eyes, Zhou Wu shook his head and took the bath ball from him, squeezed the bath liquid, and patted it with his hands to make foam.

After finishing all this, when he raised his head, he saw some changes in Bailiqi's dark eyes. Zhou Wu opened his eyes wide and asked seriously, "Do you always change the color of your pupils before you go crazy?"

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but when he was about to touch it, he closed his eyes and touched the cold and long eyelashes of the other party.

"It's so cold, it's still cold after washing for so long..." He was distressed.

Zhou Wu has never bathed anyone, not even when he was drunk, he is not skilled in technique, the only thing he knows is to rub the foam all over his body, then rub, rub, rub the ashes...

Then Zhou Wu was surprised to find that this ghost had a strange change.

He stared at the change curiously for a few seconds, and realized something later, he turned his head, pushed Bailiqi under the water, and asked him to wash away the foam under the water.

During this time, Zhou Wu had already opened the glass door, stepped out, leaned crookedly against the wall, and pulled out a bath towel.

He said, "You...you can figure it out."

In the boys' dormitory, if there is a need, they will go to the bathroom to take a bath by themselves in the dead of night.

He felt that this should be the case now.

Walking crookedly, Zhou Wu, who came out while wiping the water stains, was almost in front of the bedroom door, only to realize that he also came out.

"you……"

Taking a bath just now was very soothing, very rhythmic, and very foggy, so now Zhou Wu was so sleepy that he couldn't find his way out. Watching the other party come out, avoiding his eyes, he took his hand and dragged him into the room.

"Quick, go to bed, I'm so sleepy."

The house was pitch black, and the city light outside diffused in through the curtains, making it green and green.

There is an Internet cafe nearby. The signboard is green, which is very bright at night. Neighbors have complained many times, but to no avail.

This will be like a kind of intoxicating light, reflecting an illusion of luxury in the dim room.

Zhou Wu also had the illusion that his toes were entangled with the ghost's hair.

He ran his fingers into the other's thin hair and pressed hard, looking at the ceiling, the whole person fell into a moment of confusion.

And then, the fireworks flashed in front of his eyes, and he fell into a deep sleep in a delusion of suffocation-

Working overtime on Sunday would make ordinary social animals feel desperate, but Zhou Wu felt a kind of joy in his heart.

He couldn't face the ghost at home and wanted to escape from the house quickly.

Fortunately, Zhou Wu was woken up by Wu Yao's call early in the morning, saying that there was something to announce in the station today, it might be a big deal, come early, it will count as overtime pay.

Zhou Wu's eyes became cold after hearing this, and he quickly got up from the bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

When brushing his teeth, he moves slowly, because it is easy to accidentally pull the cracked corners of his mouth.

Wu Yao exclaimed: "Ah Wu, what's going on, your mouth is still hurt? This is disfigured! Let my brother show you!"

He patted Wu Yao's paw away: "The air conditioner is too dry, it's on fire,"

Wu Yao: "Hey, do you want me to lower the fire for you?"

Zhou Wu looked at him suspiciously.

Wu Yao took out the herbal tea he had prepared and stuck out his tongue: "Look, there are also two brews here, woo woo woo, the food is not delicious, yesterday's hot pot with beer was too intense."

Zhou Wu: ...

He added dryly: "Yes, too violent."

Soon, He Hai walked into the office with a serious expression on his face: "Our program group may have to stop for two weeks."

All the colleagues who were still chatting immediately stopped their voices and quickly walked towards him: "Why?"

It was like a pot exploded: "What's going on?"

"Are we going to lose our jobs?"

"No way!"

"It's not about cutting the channel, is it?"

He Hai shook his head: "That's not true, it's about setting up a new channel. After discussion in the station, although our ratings have risen during this period and our performance is good, but it has been quiet for too long. Generally speaking, our performance is very average, so we are going to give it a try. If the new program is good, it may replace the interesting talk show, if the effect is not good, the strange talk show will be restarted."

"But you don't have to worry about work. We will be redistributed. We all signed the contract. It is impossible to leave talents on the stage and recruit new ones."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence at the scene, and finally Ding Cheng spoke first: "What new channel?"

"A celebrity talk show should be able to recruit sponsors soon. Let everyone come today to reassign positions... Zhou Wu, come with me."

Zhou Wu paused when his name was called, got up and followed He Hai out the door.

He Hai's voice sounded the same as usual, but Zhou Wu always felt tired in his voice.

"Xiao Zhou, the station intends to let you take part in food shows, what do you think?"

Zhou Wu was stunned for a moment before saying, "Isn't there a host?" He couldn't remember the person's name.

He Hai scratched his head: "He is not going to switch to a new program group, so there is a vacancy in the food group..."

Zhou Wu understood, and he quickly said: "I obey the arrangement of the stage."

"Well, you will report for duty tomorrow, Xiao Zhou, you are in good condition, work hard." After finishing speaking, He Hai seemed to have something to say, but he turned and left without saying anything.

Zhou Wu looked at his back with emotion in his heart.

During lunch, Wu Yao complained: "What do you think in the station? Our program will be changed as soon as it starts to improve. This is not to kill the donkey..."

Ding Cheng tapped him: "This idiom is not used correctly, idiot."

Wu Yao: "Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?"

Ding Cheng: "...Aren't you a writer?"

Wu Yao scratched his head in embarrassment.

When they knew the host of the new show, they all said "Oh" loudly, "So it was this kid who did it!"

Wu Yao wanted to say something, but shut up, Zhou Wu saw that not far away, Li Yan was walking towards them, with a smug look on his face.

He passed Zhou Wu and the others directly, but turned his head to say hello to Zhou Wu.

Zhou Wu was a little confused and nodded subconsciously.

Wu Yao's eyes widened, and when he left, he shook Zhou Wu's head wildly: "What's going on!! You know him well?"

Zhou Wu was concussed by him and shook his head frantically. He didn't even follow the other party's Weibo.

"I can hardly remember his name." Zhou Wu said.

But when he turned on his phone, he found that he had received a reminder from SNS: [You have a new friend application]

Zhou Wu glanced at the profile picture, it was Li Yan.

He hesitated for a moment, they were all colleagues, he looked up and looked down, and added it to see what he wanted to do.

After Zhou Wu passed the verification, a few minutes later, the other party sent a message: [I'm Li Yan, we've met, I've followed you on Weibo, please go back and close it. 】

Zhou Wu: ...

Zhou Wu regretted adding him as a friend.

Opened Weibo, Zhou Wugang clicked on the follow button, and saw a lot of Aite.

Aite's content is mostly: [Wow, the little brother I like follows another little brother I like, do you want to link up? 】

[@周雨, go back to the close soon!I can do two beautiful little brothers! 】

[@周吾What's the matter with no movement for several days?Didn't even go online, is it a unilateral linkage?That's too shameless, right? 】

[Focus on the new program, don't talk about anything else, maybe it's just not online. 】

After reading these, Zhou Wu's first reaction was a little confused, and then he clarified the relationship repeatedly, and then turned off Weibo and uninstalled it.

He replied to the other party: [Don't worry, my Weibo has been uninstalled, I'm not very good at playing. 】

After sending, I didn't look at the other party's reply, put away the phone and concentrated on reading the information.

But, he couldn't see it either...

In the evening, after get off work, Zhou Wu dragged Wu Yao to have a meal. After a long time, he reluctantly paced back home.

What to say when opening the door, what to do when facing a ghost, will he suddenly ask for something...

How should I deal with it?

Ah, ah, ah, Zhou Wu sat on the bench at the gate of his community for a long time with his head in his arms.

But time passed by, he had no clue, he couldn't continue to delay, and the temperature was getting lower and lower...

Zhou Wu touched the cracked wound at the corner of his mouth, and stood up in great confusion.

He wrote on a post-it note in front of his desk: [no drinking in the future]

As long as a few large characters are posted in front of his eyes every time he is working, and he will see them every day in the future, this kind of thing will never happen again.

He also understood that this was actually not the ghost's fault, but his own.

And it happened again and again, Zhou Wu has gradually realized his mistake and is ready to correct it.

He covered his face and walked slowly home.

Standing in front of the door, he took out the key to open the door, but the key didn't even go in, the door opened slowly by itself.

Someone who didn't know anything would definitely be intimidated, but the person standing in front of the door just took a deep breath.

He walked in with his head down, saw the other party standing barefoot in the porch, wanted to remind him that he would catch a cold, and remembered that the other party was a ghost.

The steps were heavy, and he walked into the house at an extremely slow speed. Zhou Wu's palms were sweating, his heart was beating fast, and his mind was full of what happened last night.

He didn't have much chance to think about it in the morning, also because he didn't dare to think about it.

Thinking about it at the very beginning, he would fall into an incomparable shame and an irrepressible contradiction. His world view had been shattered and could not be glued together.

He also fell into infinite self-blame.

The ghost followed him every step of the way, and Zhou Wu was deeply afraid that he would be attacked suddenly, so his nerves tensed up.

He passed by his work desk and stopped in his tracks.

The desktop is clean and tidy, which is the result of Zhou Wu's careful arrangement, but the point is not here.

The point is, the post-it note I put on in the morning has disappeared.

He immediately looked at the ghost.

The ghost's eyes were calm and composed.

Then Zhou Wu saw the ghost's smile for the first time.

The corners of the mouth pulled slightly to the sides, extremely unnatural, extremely... terrifying!

Zhou Wu: ...

He felt numb from the soles of his feet to his whole body.