Fake is true

Mu Zhou played chess very seriously, playing chess with all his energy, using [-] points of concentration with great energy. On the other hand, Yan Fangsheng was not focused enough. Seeing that he didn't care about winning or losing, he frequently played for Mu Zhou.

"One game determines the outcome?" Mu Zhou propped his chin, holding the chess piece in his hand and swinging in the air.

Yan Fangsheng glanced at the time and said, "Two out of three rounds."

With his concentration and prudence, Mu Zhou quickly won the first round. He raised his hand and pushed Heizi to Yan Fangsheng with a big wave.

"You go first." Mu Zhou acted boldly.

"Let me go?" Yan Fang said amusedly.

"En!" Mu Zhou nodded vigorously.

Mu Zhou thinks so well, winning and losing come and go, he can't let his brother lose face, this second time let him go, and Yan Fangsheng will let him do it again.

Mu Zhoufang took it easy, poured a glass of wine for Yan Fangsheng graciously in the middle of the game, and mixed it with his own glass by the way.

"It has great stamina." Yan Fangsheng reminded again.

"Hmm." Mu Zhou Zhou nodded and took a sip from his cup.

Zhizi came and went, Mu Zhou drank and drank and finally got used to the mellow sensory stimulation. At the end of the second round, he repeated his old trick and poured wine into the two glasses again.

"Last cup." Yan Fangsheng dropped the last ball and won.

"Ah."

Mu Zhou touched his hot face, and rested his chin with one hand to scan the chess board.

Yan Fangsheng sorted the black and white sons, and as Mu Zhou expected, the sunspots were pushed in front of Mu Zhou.

"Thank you brother." Mu Zhou put his hands around the back of his neck and massaged, and steadily dropped the sunspot in the center.

I don't know when the third cup was full. When Mu Zhou was halfway through the beating, he felt a little dizzy. He was afraid that he would poke back, so Mu Zhou could only lean forward with his arms on his head.

Thieves are sinking, and they seem to be floating.

Mu Zhou blinked his eyes and didn't dare to slack off. He regretted letting Yan Fangsheng go first in the second round. If he lost in the third round, wouldn't he be paid a lot?

Pinching the roots of his ears to refresh himself, Mu Zhou looked forward and backward, and slowly dropped the sunspots. As soon as the sunspots touched the chessboard, Mu Zhou was completely awake as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

He missed it.

The sunspot that fell let Yan Fangsheng out.

Raising his eyes in panic, Mu Zhou didn't expect that he was really playing off.

Yan Fangsheng didn't look at him, he picked up a white piece, loosely missed the connection and started another way, and Mu Zhou's points could already be connected.

did not see it?

Mu Zhou pressed his forehead.

It's too obvious, especially when his sunspots fall, no matter how blind you are, you can see mistakes and omissions.

"Brother..." Mu Zhou didn't put down one for a long time.

"Ok?"

"Did you just see it?"

"Now I see it." Yan Fang said in a loud voice.

Mu Zhou still felt that it was not right to give in to one and give in to the other.

Seeing him struggling, Yan Fang asked, "Don't you want to win?"

Yan Fangsheng pressed his hand to help Mu Zhou settle down, "I'll let you win."

In the end, the four sons were successful in a row, and the two sides were more active. Yan Fangsheng couldn't stop it, and Mu Zhou won.

Mu Zhou blinked his eyes and his head was buzzing.

He wanted to cry again.

He really couldn't help liking Yan Fang's voice like this.

He really couldn't... suppress himself.

After crossing the coffee table, Mu Zhou jumped up, and he pressed against Yan Fangsheng's doorman, but before Yan Fangsheng could move, he closed his eyes and kissed him stiffly. Tears fell on Yan Fangsheng's face along with the kiss, and wept along the The cheek slides to the jaw.

Yan Fangsheng supported Mu Zhou's waist, but didn't push it away.

Mu Zhou's kiss is not technical at all, the two lips are close together and dare not go deeper.

He took a deep breath and let go of Yan Fangsheng until he almost suffocated himself.

Mu Zhou has been crying like a man of tears, the tears are chaotically winding on his face,

He guessed it was alcohol, because he couldn't control his hands and feet, and couldn't stop the tears.

Crying so hard that Mu Zhou wiped away the teardrops hanging down his jaw.

"I want to redeem the winning conditions."

Yan Fangsheng wanted to help Mu Zhou wipe away his tears, but Mu Zhou stood up and he couldn't reach him.

"What conditions?"

"You can't...get angry, you can't let me go just because I kissed you,...you, you can't drive me away—"

Unable to describe his current state of mind, Yan Fangsheng was in a state of disarray.

He originally thought that Mu Zhou would raise even greater hopes, but he didn't expect Mu Zhou to be careful about this.

Think again, this is Mu Zhou.

All of Mu Zhou's bizarre actions were built in a flash of arrogance, like a dangerous building without a good foundation, so once there is a way to protect it, he only wants to seek safety.

After a long time, Yan Fangsheng waved to him, "Come here."

Mu Zhou stopped his sobs, blinked his sour eyes, and obediently walked to Yan Fangsheng's side.

"Lower."

Mu Zhou squatted down.

Yan Fang wiped away Mu Zhou's tears and comforted him in a low voice: "I'm not angry."

"I won't drive you away either."

After wiping off the last bit of wetness on the long eyelashes, Yan Fang kissed Mu Zhou's brows softly, "Don't cry anymore."

The author says:

The countdown to the abuse, there is one more, around nine o'clock