People who love me are crazy

The weather was gloomy for several days, and finally it rained. When Qiao Mai got off work, it had been raining for a long time. The road was wet with dirty water, only the green belts on both sides were shiny, and the branches and leaves were rolling drops of water.

The rain in early spring was a bit cold, with a threatening chill, but today it was rare that there was no wind, and the rain fell on his face and it was cool. Qiao Mai tightened his scarf and trotted into the platform.

Now it's time to get off work, and the small platform is full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and some activities are not open.Qiao Mai reached out his hand and took out his mobile phone. The time displayed on it was 23:[-] p.m.

A silver-gray car stopped firmly in front of him, the windows were lowered, revealing the gentle and handsome face inside the car.

"Qiao Mai." Ding Qiurong raised the corner of his mouth, leaned forward slightly, and opened the co-pilot's door.

Qiao Mai took back the phone, bent down and sat in.

Although spring has already begun, it was still extremely cold in early spring. The heater in the car was fully turned on. Ding Qiurong was only wearing a thin woolen sweater, and the cuffs of his white shirt were casually rolled up. A white and thin wrist was exposed, gently resting on the steering wheel.

Qiao Mai looked at his hand again, it was red from the cold, and there was really no comparison with the other party.

"It's freezing." Ding Qiurong picked up the hot drink on the side and stuffed it into Qiao Mai's hands, "I bought it on the way to warm my hands."

Qiao Mai held the hot drink in his hand subconsciously, and a warm feeling came from the palm and fingertips, warming his cold hands bit by bit.

The car drove out of the platform slowly, and the scenery on both sides gradually receded, but Qiao Mai couldn't help looking at Ding Qiurong's side face in a daze.

He never thought that one day he and Ding Qiurong would become lovers.Fate is really an elusive thing, at least when we were friends before, such an idea never came to his mind.

The excellence of the other party made him admire him, and it was impossible to say that he had no other ideas, but when this matter became a reality, Qiao Mai still felt it was unbelievable.

He actually was really with Ding Qiurong.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing Qiao Mai staring at him, Ding Qiurong touched his forehead unconsciously, "Isn't it ugly?"

Qiao Mai said quickly: "No, the scar is no longer visible."

In fact, the wound on Ding Qiurong's forehead has healed a long time ago, and the scar on it has disappeared under the other party's meticulous care these days, and it is almost invisible. In addition to the broken hair on Ding Qiurong's forehead, Qiao Mai can't see it even if he gets close No scars.

It was the first time for Qiao Mai to see a boy who cared so much about his appearance, but everyone has one or two characteristics, and he didn't care.

The two returned home together, Ding Qiurong washed his hands and went into the kitchen: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Fried pork slices with lettuce, I remember there are two lettuces in the refrigerator." Qiao Mai said as he found the lettuce, and went into the kitchen to wash it.

The sound of "咚咚咚" sounded rhythmically, dense and hurried, the lettuce was cut into slices, thin and almost transparent, neatly placed on the chopping board, Ding Qiurong's beautiful knife skills fascinated Qiao Mai.

Before the two dated each other, Qiao Mai never knew that the other party's knife skills were so good, not only good knife skills, but also good cooking, almost famous, Ding Qiurong could do it, and it was delicious All excellent, comparable to a five-star chef.

The lean meat was sliced ​​obliquely by Ding Qiurong, then marinated with cooking wine for a while, and finally thickened, poured into the wok and stir-fried for a few times, a tangy aroma has already drifted into Qiao Mai's nostrils .

"It smells so good." Qiao Mai was a little greedy, and Ding Qiurong couldn't help laughing as he watched eagerly from the side.

Ding Qiurong turned his head and smiled: "Set the tableware."

Qiao Mai took advantage of the opportunity to go out, carefully arranged the bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and smelling the smell of food in the air, he couldn't help but glance back at the kitchen.

Ding Qiurong lowered his head, wearing a brown apron, and seriously stir-fried the vegetables in the pot. His pious attitude towards the ingredients made Qiao Mai feel that the other party believed in the God of Cookery.

Or vegetable gods.

Dinner consisted of three dishes and one soup, two meat and one vegetable, plus a tomato tofu soup, which was eaten by Qiao Mai, leaving nothing left.

Every time Ding Qiurong cooks the food just right, it can satisfy Qiao Mai without any waste, which makes Qiao Mai feel very miraculous.

After washing the dishes, Qiao Mai wiped his hands and sat on the sofa. Ding Qiurong promptly handed over a cup of hot water.

"Qiurong, when did you learn to cook?"

Qiao Mai held the water glass, warming his somewhat cold hands, feeling really curious.He only knows how to cook a few home-cooked dishes, and he has learned it in the past few months. His knife skills are terrible, and the cuts can barely be seen, and the food is just enough to satisfy his hunger. Sometimes he will find a home when he is hungry. I eat meat in restaurants, and I never cook meals that require skill.

"Probably when I was seven or eight years old." Ding Qiurong thought for a while, "At that time, my parents were not at home, so I cooked for myself."

That was quite early, and he could cook when he was seven or eight years old. Qiao Mai thought about himself, at that time, he might still be pulling the braids of little girls in school.

"Have you ever thought about changing careers to become a chef? You must be very popular for cooking such delicious food."

Ding Qiurong pursed his lips and held Qiao Mai's hand: "I just want to make it for you to eat alone."

Qiao Maixin skipped a beat, he didn't expect Ding Qiurong to speak such touching words, he couldn't help coughing, and pushed Ding Qiurong down on the sofa.

Rubbing his lips against the other's ear, Qiao Mai lowered his voice: "Then you can only feed me alone from now on."

He intentionally made a pun, and when he spoke, hot air hit Ding Qiurong's ear, and the tip of Ding Qiurong's ear turned red immediately.

Ding Qiurong stretched out his hand and slowly hugged Qiao Mai's neck, the two of them were very close, feeling each other's heartbeat.

"You have to eat nothing left of me."

After doing it, Qiao Mai was sweating all over, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom heater was turned on in the bathroom, and it wasn't cold at all. Qiao Mai took a quick shower and shaved his beard again, wasting some time. When he returned to the bedroom, Ding Qiurong was lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone.

He and Ding Qiurong picked out the sheets and quilt online together. The large light brown plaid looked neat and neat, and a corner of the quilt was casually draped over Ding Qiurong's strong waist and hips.

Qiao Mai couldn't help standing by the bed and admiring it for a while.

Ding Qiurong's figure is very good, but it's not that kind of explosive goodness, but rather fat and thin, with smooth lines, and there is no trace of excess fat all over his body. There is meat where there should be meat, and thin where it should be thin. Points are fat, minus one point is thin, it looks very pleasing to the eye.

Moreover, Ding Qiurong usually takes good care of his body. There is not a single scar on his body, it is smooth and fair. There were no traces of mosquito bites, which really surprised him for a long time.

Pressing from behind, Qiao Mai buried his head in Ding Qiurong's shoulder: "What are you playing?"

"I'm browsing the forum." Ding Qiurong's neck was itchy from Qiao Mai's breathing, and he couldn't help shrinking.

"Stop playing, go to sleep."

Ding Qiurong looked at the time, it was not yet twelve o'clock: "I'll sleep later."

Qiao Mai rubbed against his shoulder, still holding him down and not getting up.

"Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow." Ding Qiurong urged him.

"You sleep too." Qiao Mai turned over, got off him, and got into bed, "You have to go to work tomorrow."

Ding Qiurong paused, then glanced at the phone again: "Give me 10 minutes, and I'll sleep right away after 10 minutes."

"Okay, I can only play for 10 minutes." Qiao Mai yawned, already feeling sleepy, he rubbed against the pillow, wrapped the quilt tightly and closed his eyes, "I will check in 10 minutes."

Ding Qiurong couldn't help laughing, but Qiao Mai hadn't moved, he turned his head and glanced, and the other party was already asleep.

The air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, and it made a soft sound when it was operating. Other than that, it was quiet. Ding Qiurong didn't speak, but looked at Qiao Mai carefully, stretched out his fingers, and traced Qiao Mai over and over again through the air. profile.

After a long time, he sighed.

"Why do I love you so much?"

Ding Qiurong withdrew his hand, focused on the phone again, tapped his fingers on the bed a few times, and then opened one of the posts.

Landlord:

On the eighth day of living together, I resigned without telling him.

During sex at night, he joked about eating me and I felt my blood boil.

I will try my best to let him slowly accept me like this.

I belong to him, the most delicious ingredients.

————Updated on February 2016, 2