poor couple

Just think of finding a partner for yourself, and don't invest too much emotion, so there is no need to consider too many external factors.It doesn't matter what his job is, whether he's single or a single dad, whether he has money or not.We squeeze together when we are lonely, and we will not have too many regrets if we have to separate in the future.

Generally speaking, Zhao Weiguo is not bad, and he looks pretty decent.Although sometimes grumpy, most of the time he is reasonable, simple-minded and not fancy.So Fang Lebin didn't think it was the result of his impulsiveness when he made this decision.It seems that he has thought about it a long time ago, and he just said it at an appropriate time.Fortunately, Zhao Weiguo did not object.

Fang Lebin hugged the laptop and drank beer while browsing the web.Zhao Weiguo went out to contact the hospital again. His physique was like a cow, and his strength was like a cow.I said yesterday that I have a good family, and today I brought all the medical records to the doctor.

When Zhao Weiguo came back, it was already dark.He carried an old suitcase and opened the door with a key. When he saw Fang Lebin, he still had a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

The part-time worker has finished packing and Zhao Yuanyuan has left, while Fang Lebin is cooking.Seeing Zhao Weiguo coming in, he stood in front of the kitchen door with a spoon and glanced at him and his luggage: "What are you doing in a daze?"

"Oh." Zhao Weiguo blushed, put down his suitcase and walked to the kitchen, "I'll come."

Fang Lebin didn't refuse, took off his apron and gave it to him.Zhao Weiguo shook his head, took off his T-shirt and threw it on the sofa, "No need."

Fang Lebin glanced at his chest, "Aren't you afraid of splashing oil?"

"It's okay, I have thick skin." Zhao Weiguo put down the soup on the gas stove, and set up a frying pan to cook.The dishes have been washed and cut, and the rice has been cooked.Fang Lebin bought a few more vegetables, including chicken, duck and fish.After all, it was the first meal officially started by two people, so it should be somewhat commemorative.At least if you think about it later, you won't feel that this beginning is too sloppy.

Zhao Weiguo skillfully stir-fried vegetables, Fang Lebin was helping at the side, carrying plates and bowls.Living alone for a long time, there are very few tableware in the house, all of them are collected, it is enough to finish a few meat dishes, and the last cucumber has no plate.Fang Lebin rummaged through the boxes and found a plate that came with the toothpaste he bought before, happily washed it clean and put the cucumber on it.Zhao Weiguo picked up the fried oil and green peppers and poured them on.Seeing the wet water stains, You Xing splashed everywhere, and Zhao Weiguo fell for it.

"What's the matter?" Fang Lebin heard his "Aww", guessing that he would be at a disadvantage if he didn't listen to the old man's words, took the pot in his hand and saw that his chest was blushing a few spots.

"Come here!" Fang Lebin dragged him to the bathroom to wash him with tap water.

"It's okay, it's not that expensive," Zhao Weiguo smiled.Fang Lebin ignored him, dragged him to the living room and took out the burn ointment, squeezed it on his fingers and gently applied it to the reddened parts of his chest.

This kind of burn is a piece of cake for Zhao Weiguo.In severe cases, there will be blisters at most, and in non-serious cases, there will be a little pain, and it will be fine after a day or two.It was never taken seriously.Seeing Fang Lebin applying the medicine seriously, he couldn't help but grab Fang Lebin's hand.

Fang Lebin looked up at him, "Let go, I'm done wiping my meal."

"No more," Zhao Weiguo held his hand and pulled Fang Lebin into his arms.He still has ointment on his chest, which is not sticky and slippery to the touch.Fang Lebin snorted, "Let's eat first."

Fang Lebin, who Zhao Weiguo turned a deaf ear to, pressed down on the sofa and kissed him vigorously.Before Fang Lebin recovered his senses, Zhao Weiguo had already started to tear at his clothes with his teeth, and his fingers were nagging to untie his jeans.He was a little nervous, and after pulling on the jeans for a long time, he didn't take them off. His lower part was already swollen and poked Fang Lebin's thigh, and sweat dripped down his cheeks from his forehead.

Fang Lebin couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to gently touch his face and his chest that had just been smeared with medicine, and whispered: "Yuanyuan will hear."

"Oh..." Zhao Weiguo paused, but he was unwilling to give up. He rubbed his face, kissed Fang Lebin's lips, carried him into the kitchen, and closed the door from the kitchen to the living room.

Man Niu has become more proficient in the technique, although it still causes a little pain, but in front of the pleasure, the pain is insignificant.Fang Lebin was sitting on the stove with his legs spread wide, Zhao Weiguo bumped his waist and hit his body, mixed with the water-stained impact sound and an ambiguous viscous atmosphere.Fang Lebin tightened his arms around Zhao Weiguo's neck, looked down at the cooking utensils that had not been cleaned up on the stove, and felt a thin layer of shame in his heart.A quarter of an hour ago, he was still busy cooking like this, but at this moment it was another turn of the heat.The table full of meals was left alone to cool down there.

"Fang...Teacher Fang..." Zhao Weiguo bit Fang Lebin's shoulder and couldn't help calling Fang Lebin.Fang Lebin let out a "huh", straightened his chest, looked at the ceiling with misty eyes, his body moved forward and backward according to his rhythm, exhausted.

When I wake up, it's midnight.A cool breeze came in through the kitchen window, taking away the heat of late summer.Fang Lebin turned his body and touched the people around him.He paused and touched his pajamas.Apart from being a little sour, the body is quite refreshing.He seemed to have been cleaned by Zhao Weiguo while he was asleep, and it was a good thing that Zhao Weiguo became more and more proficient in love affairs.He turned over and faced Zhao Weiguo beside him.The contours of the facial features that can be discerned in the dark are very beautiful.Fang Lebin leaned closer to him, smelling his body, suddenly hungry.Only then did he remember the fierce battle before, which delayed dinner.Wanting to bear it and ignore it, the bowel sounds were especially loud in the living room at night.Fang Lebin got up helplessly, and carefully opened the refrigerator.Evening meals didn't move much.He shrugged, and took the chicken to the kitchen to heat it up.

As soon as the light in the kitchen was turned on, Zhao Weiguo got up and stood at the door of the kitchen looking at Fang Lebin.

Fang Lebin rubbed his belly in embarrassment like a child who was caught stealing, "Hungry, how about you?"

"Well," Zhao Weiguo licked his lips.

"Let's eat something together," Fang Lebin said.

"Well," Zhao Weiguo took out two more dishes from the refrigerator, "I'll do it."

Fang Lebin handed over the power of the kitchen to him, and sat at the dining table to wait for the meal.Seeing him standing there heating up the food, thinking about how he was still here before, he pursed his mouth and rubbed his face.Zhao Weiguo brought the hot food to the table, Fang Lebin became interested, and brought out two more cans of beer, "Drink some."

"Okay," Zhao Weiguo wiped his hands and opened the beer can and sat down opposite Fang Lebin.

"How is the contact with the hospital?"

"I made an appointment with the doctor at ten o'clock, and brought Yuanyuan to the hospital for a checkup. She was admitted to the hospital without any accidents."

"Where is the hospital?"

"Anxian District, Anxian Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."

"I'll go with you."

"Huh?" Zhao Weiguo looked up at Fang Lebin.Fang Lebin was really hungry, he had eaten almost half of the chicken, and there were a lot of chicken bones piled up in front of him.

"What?" Fang Lebin took a sip of wine and looked at the dazed Zhao Weiguo.

"Uh, nothing..." Zhao Weiguo licked his lips.

After drinking and eating, sleepiness came up again.Zhao Weiguo cleaned up the dishes, but Fang Lebin didn't show any politeness to him, and fell asleep on the bed.When Zhao Weiguo came over, he had already dreamed about Duke Zhou.

"Mr. Fang..." Zhao Weiguo called softly, but Fang Lebin didn't respond.Zhao Weiguo lay down beside him lightly, one arm carefully passed under Fang Lebin's waistline, encircling him in his arms.

Holding Fang Lebin in his arms, Zhao Weiguo felt a little real.He really lived in the same room with Fang Lebin, slept on the same bed, and ate at the same table.This way, it's like a husband and wife.