Dude, your wig fell off

After coming out of the boiling point, a group of people split up and took a taxi to disperse.

It wasn't too late, it wasn't even one o'clock, this bar street was quite lively, An He stood by the street, waiting for Na Chen to move the car out and park it in the parking lot.

He looked around vigilantly. Although he had been here for several years and only met a student once, that one time with Zhang Lin was enough for him.

Na Chen straddled the car and slowly slid to his side: "Wait for me."

An He nodded and glanced at him. When he was about to drive towards the parking lot, An He suddenly reached out and held down the handlebar: "Did you fall yesterday?"

"Hmm." Na Chen responded.

An He looked at his face, was silent for a while and let go: "Go and park the car."

Watching Na Chen drive the car into the parking lot across the road, An He lit a cigarette, knelt down on the side of the road, and let out a long sigh.

That Chen's car didn't have any traces of being dropped, no scratches, and no paint peeling off. If it was just dropped yesterday, according to the time of that Chen Biao's car, even if it really fell, he would not be able to put it in one day. The car was restored to its original state.

He didn't know if Chen went racing at that time, but even if he did, he definitely didn't fall.

As for what happened to the injuries on his face and arms, if Chen didn't tell the truth, he no longer wanted to ask further questions.

He can bear the irritability and depression to guide the students who need his help, he can spend energy and exhaustion to analyze their psychology, and patiently resolve their inner resistance little by little...

But those are students and his job, that Chen is not.

According to their current relationship, Na Chen is his boyfriend, the person he wants to relax and have fun with outside of work.

When two people "fall in love", they still need to analyze from time to time, carefully explore and sort out. The content of this kind of getting along makes him feel tired, and that Chen has never been able to make him feel at ease.

"Is it cold?" Na Chen came out of the parking lot, ran across the street, and squatted beside him.

"I don't feel anything," An He pressed the cigarette out on the ground and flicked it into the trash can next to him, then turned to look at Na Chen, "You..."

"I'll go to your place," Na Chen replied quickly, then added after a pause, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." An He stood up and reached out to call a taxi.

Before the car reached the place, Nachen leaned against the back seat and fell asleep.

An He was also quite sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep in the car, so he could only stare out the car window, hoping to get there soon, and fell asleep on the bed after entering the door.

In order to distract himself from his sleepiness, he looked at Na Chen's face through the flickering street lights outside the car window. Na Chen looked like he hadn't rested well, and his face was not as radiant as usual.

He leaned over, and there was a very inconspicuous bluish-gray under Nachen's eyes, and he felt like he hadn't slept well for several days.

When passing the intersection, a battery car suddenly came out obliquely, and the driver slammed on the brakes. An He's body rushed forward according to the inertia, and when he fell back on the chair, his forehead hit Nachen. on the nose.

"Ah—" Nachen was startled in her sleep, and covered her nose and shouted.

"Where did you knock?" An He pressed his forehead.

"My straight nose," Na Chen covered his nose, frowned and touched An He's forehead. After touching it twice, he suddenly shouted again, "Oh my god! Why is it sunken!"

"What?" An He was surprised. He touched his forehead for a long time, but he couldn't find any depression.

Na Chen held his nose and couldn't stop laughing, leaning on the car seat and rattling.

"Damn," An He was also happy to follow, he was so sleepy, he could be deceived like this, he rubbed his forehead, glanced at Na Chen, his smile slowly disappeared, and stared at Na Chen who was covering his nose. hand, "Bleeding?"

"Huh?" Na Chen was stunned for two seconds before he nervously put his hand in front of his eyes and looked.

He didn't react until he saw that there was nothing in his hands. The two of them laughed for a long time in the back seat as if they had taken the wrong medicine. The driver looked at them several times in the rearview mirror.

"Uncle driver must think we are brainless." Na Chen leaned against An He and whispered in his ear.

"It's quite disabled, or a brain disabled who drank too much." An He nodded.

Na Chen took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his nose: "There is no blood, but you knocked the snot out."

"Are you disgusting?" An He squinted at him.

"Master," Na Chen continued in a low voice, "you knocked me out of my nose, how can you make it up to me?"

"Do you want me to help you?" An He asked seriously.

"Make it up to me tonight." Nachen said with a smile.

"Can you spare me?" An He sighed, he was tired, sleepy and dizzy, and just wanted to sleep.

"You..." Na Chen wrapped his arms around his waist behind him, and whispered in his ear as if blowing, "Do you want to collect the bill?"

An He smiled: "I don't accept it today, the condition is not good enough today, and it is very likely that I will accept half of the money owed."

Na Chen clicked his tongue: "Old thing."

An He didn't talk anymore, it's not that he doesn't want to collect the bill, he has collected it several times in his dream, but today's mood is really not high, even though he is joking and laughing with Na Chen now, there is always something in his heart, people are always hanging Not being able to land in mid-air affects my mood.

Na Chen didn't say anything else, just looked out of the car window in a daze.

An He glanced at him, if he said that he was out of shape today because of that Chen, then who and what was it because of that Chen?

He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath, not knowing.

An He glanced at the clock when he opened the door and entered the room, it was 01:30.

"I'll take a shower first." He went into the bedroom and took out his pajamas, and brought out another set for Na Chen, only to find that Na Chen didn't even take off his coat, and lay down on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep again. Hands dropped to the floor.

An He went back to the bedroom and took a small blanket to cover him, and went into the bathroom.

Usually if he is tired, he will take a bath, and occasionally he can doze off for a few minutes in the bathtub, but today he came out after showering.

That Chen was still sleeping, feeling like he was in a deep sleep, his brows were furrowed, and his hands on his chest were clenched into fists.

An He went over and sat down beside Na Chen, squeezed his hand: "Da Qi?"

That Chen didn't move, his hands were still tightly clenched.

Unconsciously wrapping the thumb in the palm when making a fist is often a sign of insecurity, An He patted Na Chen's face: "Go to bed and sleep, you're going to catch a cold."

Na Chen snorted softly, moved his arms on the sofa, opened his eyes a little, and stared at him in bewilderment: "Have you finished washing?"

"Well, do you wash? If you don't wash, go straight to bed. It's almost two o'clock." An He yawned.

"I'll wash it, you go to bed first, I'll be fine soon." Na Chen sat up, took the pajamas that were put aside and was stunned for a few seconds, stood up and went into the bathroom.

An He was lying on the bed, his body was fluffy and comfortable, and he became a little confused within a few minutes.

When he was about to fall asleep, he heard Na Chen push open the door and come in lightly.

He rubbed against the outside and let out the inner half of the bed, but when Chen got into the bed, he didn't lie in it, but got into the quilt and lay down on him, stroking his waist and legs with his hands.

"Aren't you sleeping?" An He lay on his stomach and didn't move.

"Sleep, I'm almost sleepy, I haven't been this sleepy for a long time." Na Chen kissed him on the shoulder.

"Then what are you doing touching your uncle?" An He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I can't touch it normally." Nachen slowly lowered his hand, trying to insert it between his body and the mattress, "Master, can you lift your butt?"

"What do you want?" An He twisted his wrist lightly.

"Warm your hands."

"Uncle will warm you with your stomach."

Na Chen ignored him, touched and kissed him for a while, finally sighed and lay on his back and didn't move: "Uncle An, what's the use of you?"

"What's wrong?" An He smiled.

"You are already useless!" Na Chen clicked his tongue.

"how do I say this."

"I've been tossing about for so long and you haven't responded?" Na Chen lifted the quilt angrily and sat on An He's buttocks.

"Yeah, I made you sleepy all the time." An He touched his leg with his hand back.

He reacted, Chen's breathing and touching, as well as the temperature of his body made him excited, the only thing that couldn't keep up was his emotions, this state of not being able to fully devote himself might as well masturbate by himself.

Besides, he could feel it, and that Chen's mood wasn't too high.

"What do you want from you?" Na Chen pulled down his underwear, flicking his fingers up and down his buttocks, "It's not as considerate as a masturbation cup."

An He couldn't hold back his joy: "Then let me be considerate and buy you a masturbation cup."

"Then it's even more useless for you." Na Chen moved his fingers to draw on his back.

"It's useless to be so considerate?" An He clicked his tongue, as if making up his mind, "Okay, then I'll help you if I get tired..."

Na Chen was stunned, smiled and fell beside An He: "Why are you like this!"

"Let me see your hands." An He turned over and pulled Nachen's arm. The bandage wrapped around his forearm was not small. "How did you take a shower?"

"Hold it up, just like raising your hand to speak." Na Chen smiled.

"How did you wash your face?" An He saw that the Band-Aid on Nachen's face was gone, and there was a slit more than an inch long, which was not too long, but it felt deep, "I have a Band-Aid here, let's put another one on it. Don't scratch any more."

An He took out a band-aid from the drawer of the bedside table and put it on for Na Chen. Na Chen was lying on the pillow, looking very good.

"Touch me, okay?" Nachen hugged him after posting.

"Where to touch?" An He hugged him, and gently touched his back with his hands. That Chen's skin was smooth and firm, and it was very comfortable to touch.

"That's fine," Nachen closed her eyes, "I like it when you touch me."

An He turned off the bedside lamp, and continued to touch Na Chen's back.

That Chen fell asleep not long after, but An He hadn't recovered his previous sleepiness.

His thoughts were led by Na Chen, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

Nachen's eagerness to be touched made him suddenly react. Usually, Nachen seems to be thinking about making love at all times. It should not be just a simple desire.

In the case of Na Chen's parents, he probably has never been hugged and touched since he was a child. His father's indifference made him seek close opportunities from his mother who seemed to love him very much, but what he got should be more fear and uneasy.

An He also had the same feeling, wanting to be held in his parents' arms, touching his head, rubbing his face, longing to be like other children who can lean back and forth in their parents' arms...

The closest contact between my mother and him is probably the palm, the papa is very intimate.

He retracted his arms, hugged Na Chen tightly, and kissed the tip of his nose.

Na Chen hummed indistinctly in his sleep twice, he sighed softly, closed his eyes, and slowly found the lost drowsiness in Na Chen's breathing.

When Nachen got up in the morning, his movements were very light, but the slight shaking of the mattress still woke An He up, but he closed his eyes and didn't move.

Na Chen changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. After washing, he went out the door, and came back in about ten minutes. An He heard the beeping of the microwave oven in the kitchen. Na Chen was probably preparing breakfast.

He turned over, wrapped himself in the blanket and stretched fiercely, his back almost cramped, and he quickly rolled into a ball and hugged his knees to slow down before lying flat.

The feeling of lying on the bed and not wanting to move is very pleasant, the warm air in the room, the slight sound of dishes colliding from the kitchen, An He looks at the ceiling, this is obviously a state he likes very much, but he always feels Under the joy, there is something that makes him unable to settle down.

This mentality can't be adjusted any longer, and I probably won't even think about having a relationship with anyone in my life.

An He sat up, holding the quilt in a daze.

Maybe I should find someone to guide myself.

The bedroom door was pushed open, Na Chen poked his head in and said, "Morning, Mr. An."

"Morning Seventh Young Master." An He waved at him.

"Eat fried steamed buns dipped in beef sauce in the morning," Na Chen reported the contents of the breakfast, "I made the beef sauce myself, and it tastes better than bought."

"Every time you have to rush to praise yourself first, can't you wait for me to eat and let me praise?" An He smiled, got out of bed, put on a cardigan, and swayed into the living room.

The curtains of the living room were pulled open by Na Chen, and the sunlight shone by the window, which was a bit dazzling, An He raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Nachen ran over and closed the curtains: "You wash up first, I'll fix it right away."

Although the breakfast is simple fried steamed buns, Nachen’s craftsmanship is very good. The steamed buns are evenly light golden, and the beef sauce is also very fragrant. Anhe ate it while rubbing it, and he ate seven or eight slices in a few minutes.

"How can this steamed bun be fried so crispy?" An He took a bite of the original flavor without any sauce, feeling like he could eat twice as much as usual.

"Dip in some water and fry it. It's very simple. I learned it from the tips on TV." Na Chen lowered his head and wiped the beef sauce, "I'll go out to buy noodles in a while, and I'll make you shortbread at noon. You have to work today Is it?"

"No, I finished it yesterday," An He ate the last two slices of steamed buns on the plate, "I made too much sauce, what should I do?"

"Let's put it aside, noodles with fried sauce tonight," Na Chen rubbed his belly, "I seem to have eaten too much."

An He cleaned up the dishes and went to wash, Nachen turned on the TV and sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control to play.

The phone rang, and Nachen's hands shook slightly.

He used to be irritable when he heard the ringtone of his mobile phone. Because of An He's relationship, the frequency of his calling and answering calls has increased a lot, but now, all his efforts are in vain.

When the bell rang, even if it was just a text message, it would make his heart palpitate.

"Let's change to a news station." An He was washing the dishes, still holding the dishcloth to play with the fish in the dish, "Let's see if there is any interesting news."

"Yeah." Nachen pressed the remote control, changed to a news station, and took the phone.

The text message was sent by Ge Jian, and it only had one sentence.

Be back before eleven o'clock.

Na Chen stared at these words, his hands trembling violently.

Just as he would not take the initiative to contact Ge Jian, Ge Jian would never take the initiative to contact him.

Na Chen deleted the text message, jumped up from the sofa and ran to the window, opened the curtain and looked down.

Only the residents downstairs were exercising on the fitness equipment in the community, and no one else was seen.

"Want to go out?" An He came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, walked behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

"What?" Na Chen turned around abruptly as if taken aback.

An He didn't speak, Nachen's face was a little pale, he leaned to the window and looked down, but didn't see anything special: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'll go back first." Na Chen said.

"Ah?" An He was stunned, "Oh."

An He's astonished expression made Nachen very anxious, but in this situation, he didn't know how to express it, and he didn't have time to think about how to express it, so he just said such a blunt sentence that people couldn't continue.

At this moment, the depression in his heart reached its peak.