Little slag run

Di Que was wandering aimlessly on the road alone. He stood at the intersection and looked around, suddenly not knowing where he was going next.

Pedestrians in the past frequently turned their heads to look at him. He looked down at the clothes he was wearing inexplicably, but he didn't find anything wrong. It was just a guilty conscience that everyone knew his secret, and he suddenly felt flustered.

At this time, he didn't want to go home, and he didn't have the energy to deal with the two old people.

After thinking about it, only Shang Shiyao can rely on it at this time.

He touched his pocket and found that the wallet was lost somewhere, so he gritted his teeth and spat.

Fortunately, he knows this part of the road, and it is estimated that he can walk for an hour at most without breaking his leg.

It just so happened that he wanted to be alone and think about the troubles between him and Chen Feng.

It was rare for Di Que to act like a melancholy young man, with his pockets in his pocket all the way, walking down the street in deep thought.

It's a pity that the temperature was a little low after nightfall, and Di Que was wearing light and thin clothes, so he sneezed uncontrollably.

The body that has been exercising intensely just now is not suitable for running. Only then did Di Que feel how long an hour's journey now seems to him.

He deliberately took out his mobile phone and called Shang Shiyao, wanting him to come pick him up, but he couldn't think of a reason to act like a baby.

It can't be said truthfully that he was made unable to walk by Chen Feng.

That would probably kill people.

When Di Que half-rolled and half-crawled to the door of Shang Shiyao's house, he was only half-suffering.

He was freezing cold all over, but his brain was feverish.

It is said that people are prone to get sick when they are in a weak mood. Di Que thought that he might not be able to escape this time.

The doorbell of Shangshi Yao's house was broken, and the eldest brother was too lazy to fix it, so Di Que had to stand at the door and knock hard on the door.

Just after taking two shots, the door was opened from the inside.

When Di Que saw the person coming, he stopped in mid-air with his raised hand and was stunned.

"...Meng Fan, are you there?"

When Di Que saw Meng Fan, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he froze in place and forgot to reflect.

Meng Fan saw that it was Di Que from the cat's eyes, and was not surprised at first, but when he opened the door, he saw that Di Que was in a daze, and his eye circles were still red and swollen, so he was also stunned.

"Where's A Yao?" Di Que stretched his neck to look into the room, Meng Fan then remembered to turn his body to make way for Di Que.

"He's taking a bath, come in and wait for him first."

"..." Di Que hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a smile and said, "I still won't go in, so I won't disturb the two of you."

Going in to make light bulbs at this time, probably Shang Shiyao will blame him for not being able to see.

Meng Fan was surprised by Di Que's lonely expression, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the large red hickey marks around his neck and collarbone in the open neckline.

Meng Fan was shocked by the scene in front of him, but Di Que turned his head and left.

He looked at Di Que's unsteady steps, and vaguely guessed why Di Que looked so strange today.

Watching Di Que go further and further away, Meng Fan still felt uneasy, so he hurried back to the house to get his coat, planning to chase him out.

"A Yao, I'm going out to do some shopping!" Meng Fan shouted towards the bathroom.

If Di Que's abnormality today is related to Chen Feng, then the impulsive Shang Shiyao must not know about it.

"Ah? What are you going out to buy so late? There are condoms at home, Xiaofan..." Shang Shiyao ran out covering his lower body covered in bubbles, but only saw Meng Fan's back slapping the door.

He gritted his teeth secretly towards the door, just now he fantasized about throwing Xiaofan down many times in the bathroom.

How did people run away when they were really about to pounce?

Di Que tightened his clothes and walked quickly in the dark.Just now, Meng Fan's appearance and figure all stimulated his nerves, and his mood, which had just seen improvement, fell to the bottom again.

When they saw Meng Fan, they would reflexively think of that beast Chen Feng, and would think of how he didn't treat him like a human being and played with his body at will.

Meng Fan is a human being, and he is also a human being, so why is he so unpopular?

Of course, Meng Fan's appearance and body are perfect, he is completely inferior, and he is more upright and clean than him, no wonder everyone likes him, even Chen Feng fell into it.

Meng Fan is the flower of the high mountain, and he feels happy just to look up at it, but he is like a weed in the mud, he feels that it is right to trample on it at will.

Chen Feng must have felt the same way, that's why he did these things to him.

The more Di Que compared, the more sour his heart was bubbling. Although he knew that doing this was no different from being jealous, he still couldn't stop this self-abuse.

As he thought about it, he shed tears again in a daze, as if overnight, all the pride and self-confidence before had been defeated.

"Di Shao! Di Shao, wait for me!"

Di Que was taken aback by Meng Fan's yelling from far behind him, wiped away his tears, looked back, and saw Meng Fan chasing him with his clothes on.

Di Que was so frightened that he ran away without even thinking about it.

Seeing that Di Que ran away instead of waiting for him, Meng Fan could only speed up and catch up.

Di Que lacked exercise in the first place, coupled with the fact that he was unwell at the moment, how could he be Meng Fan's opponent, who had been filming outside for many years, flying around with wires, and was grabbed by Meng Fan's arm after running a few steps Pulled back.

"What are you running for?" Meng Fan couldn't help but feel angry, and his attitude changed.

Di Que only felt that Meng Fan looked like a seductive vixen at this moment, and he was unspeakably annoying, so he shook off his hand angrily, and shouted: "If you chase me, of course I will run."

"..." Meng Fan luck: "Are you a thief? Otherwise, who would have such a reaction?"

Di Que was about to fight Meng Fan again, but suddenly he sneezed and shivered.

Meng Fan was startled, and found that Di Que's hands were cold, he hesitated, took off his coat and handed it to him.

"You put it on first, how about we find a warm place to talk?"

Di Que was so cold that he took Meng Fan's warm clothes and put them on his body, feeling a little better immediately.

The so-called lack of manpower, Di Que was wearing Meng Fan's clothes, and seeing Meng Fan standing in the wind with only a single shirt left, he felt embarrassed to treat him badly.

He also knew that he was just childishly taking revenge on Meng Fan, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

Meng Fan took him out of the community, and found a small cafe that looked quiet along the street, and the two sat face to face in the back of the shop.

After Di Que drank a cup of hot drink, and the surrounding environment was warm and comfortable, he felt that the functions of his limbs and senses had been revived.

He looked at Meng Fan and smiled, and asked him cheekily: "Meng Fan, do you have enough money? I'm hungry..."

Meng Fan was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his hand to call the waiter to order for Di Que.

"Do you want to eat something more?" Di Que asked Meng Fan as well.

"I just ate." Meng Fan shook his head, feeling that Di Que under the dim light somehow felt a little different from the person he usually saw, like a little rabbit who had just been bullied and frightened, It's not as annoying as it used to be.

There are not many choices in this small place, so Di Que ordered a large portion of curry beef and fried rice, and devoured it regardless of his image.

Meng Fan sat across from him holding a cup of coffee, looking straight at Di Que, but he didn't know how to say this.

He just saw Di Que's pitiful face and wanted to talk to him impulsively, but as for what to talk about and how to talk about it, he had no idea at all.

Besides, from his current standpoint, it would be strange to talk about Chen Feng with Di Que.

Di Que quickly wiped out every single grain of the beef fried rice. He let out a long breath, leaned on the seat, patted his belly, and smiled contentedly.

"Ah... I'm so happy!"

"Hehe." Meng Fan also smiled: "Are you full? Do you want to add something?"

"No, no, I'm completely full."

Di Que raised his eyes to see Meng Fan sitting across from him and staring at him with a peaceful expression. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and the sour feeling from before spread again.

The light shone on Meng Fan's body, making him look as if he was glowing faintly, beautifully like a precious work of art, noble and elegant, not to be played with.

Di Que lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Meng Fan again. He felt more and more that walking with Meng Fan was just deepening his inferiority complex.

Meng Fan was startled, confused by Di Que's sudden change of expression.

"I'm leaving, thank you for inviting me to eat today." Di Que was about to stand up.

Meng Fan was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to think about those concerns, so he simply asked, "Did you and Brother Feng quarrel?"

When Di Que heard the word "Chen Feng", his face turned pale instantly, and he looked at Meng Fan in disbelief.

What did Meng Fan mean by that?The tone was clear as if he knew something.

He thought that the deal between him and Chen Feng was just a secret between two people, he never said it, could it be that Chen Feng told Meng Fan?

When Di Que thought that Chen Feng would even share their private affairs with Meng Fan, his vision went dark and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Are you OK?"

Seeing that Di Que's face was extremely ugly, Meng Fan couldn't help being nervous. He quickly stood up and helped Di Que to sit down. He sat beside him and touched his forehead with his hand, feeling a little fever.

Connecting all the situations, Meng Fan couldn't help guessing that Chen Feng hurt Di Que, but when Chen Feng looked at Di Que, he was full of doting eyes, how could he be willing?

Meng Fan guessed to no avail, and could only wait for Di Que's answer.

He wiped the sweat from Di Que's forehead with a tissue, and waited for Di Que's dizziness to pass away. He couldn't bear to ask again: "You seem to have a low-grade fever, why don't I take you to the hospital?"

"I'm not going to the hospital!" Di Que reacted so strongly that Meng Fan was startled.

He ran to the hospital with all the marks on his body, and he, Young Master Di, would not have to hang around outside in the future, it's no wonder he didn't lose his face completely.

It was only then that Meng Fan thought of the traces on Di Que's body again. Looking at it from his current angle, it was full of peach blossoms. It is not difficult to imagine the passion at that time.

"Okay, if you don't go, don't go." Meng Fan compromised: "Then I will take you home?"

"I'm not going home!" Di Que continued to resist.

"Then where are you going? Could it be that you want to sit here with me all night?" Meng Fan was also a little anxious.

"Well...how about you open a room for me? I don't have a wallet, and I don't have an ID card..."

Di Que also knew that it was not an option for him to wander outside penniless, so he could only wink at Meng Fan pitifully.

"..." Meng Fan was completely helpless, he let out a long sigh and pulled Di Que up.

Meng Fan came out in a hurry, without any disguised accessories, and Di Que was very recognizable as he swaggered beside him.

From the moment the two walked out of the small cafe, there was someone sneaking behind them.

Di Que was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention. Although Meng Fan was usually alert, he was staring at Di Que with all his attention, for fear that he would fall down again.

There is a three-star hotel not far away, which is more than enough for General Di Que for one night.

Meng Fan gently supported Di Que with his hands, accompanied him into the hotel, and opened a luxurious suite for him.

The person following outside the door took a camera and pressed the shutter excitedly, and took a clear picture of the whole process from Di Que and Meng Fan entering the hotel to opening the room.