You don’t understand the happiness of pseudo-A

"So now the clothes you deliver to your door are more important than me as a living person?"

From time to time, teenagers' slapstick noises could be heard in the quiet alley, which added a bit of fireworks, and the temporary residence on the third floor of the Internet cafe didn't seem as deserted as usual.

After taking a shower, Xiang Yang hung a thick towel around her neck, grabbed it with one hand and wiped her hair carelessly.

A piece of clothing was scattered in the living room with dust bags, Xiangyang opened the bathroom door and couldn't get in. That room turned out to be a study, and there was no wardrobe. The simple drying rack on the balcony was used by Yuan Ze all the time.

"Cough! Do you want to let me have a room?" When the house was sold, there was a cloakroom in the master bedroom, but it was basically left unused when there were few clothes.

"If I put it in your room, I'm afraid you won't be happy." Yuan Ze looked at the room full of clothes in trouble, regretting buying all of them.

"Heh! Your brother Yang is very broad-minded! Do you want to say a word!" Self-consciously speaking domineering words like a peacock spreading its tail, proudly waiting for the other party's reply.

"Yes, you asked me to let it go." Yuan Ze repeated, picked up the clothes in his hands and walked into Xiangyang's room rudely.

The master bedroom is covered with a thick layer of tan carpet, bits and pieces of commonly used things can be seen everywhere, and occasionally a few corners are also filled with doll accessories, the generalization of the room is quite different from the posture exposed by Xiangyang.

"Students also have dignity, don't repeat what I said, just remove the door of this wardrobe and put it in there." Xiang Yang pointed to the wardrobe next to Yuan Ze.

Dubiously moving the door away, Yuan Ze remained silent about the previous owner's preferences. Someone would actually set the entrance of the cloakroom inside the closet. He must have watched too many spy movies.

Putting too many clothes back and forth is tiring. After taking a shower, I can watch with a cool eye and even sleep peacefully. Xiangyang is lying paralyzed on the bed and can't figure it out. It just so happens that Yuan Ze put away the last piece of clothes and is closing the closet door.

"You kneel down too." Xiang Yang waved his hand and didn't bother to move.

Yuan Ze sat down on the edge of the bed without saying a word, leaned his elbows on the bed, and moved his flawless face closer to Xiangyang.

"Thank you for being with me, good night and sweet dreams." It seemed that she seldom said such words, leaning against Xiang Yang's ear with a little jerk, that strange feeling came again.

When he regained his composure, Yuan Ze was no longer there, and the lights in the room were also turned off.

The sticky kiss in the alley played frequently in the brain, and the surroundings seemed to be mixed with rosin, and Xiang Yang dragged the quilt beside him tossing and turning, it was really terrible.

Yuan Ze was sitting on the mattress, stroking his lips with one hand. Today, he only planned to tease him, and they separated after a kiss.

"The moon is curved, lingering and lingering..." A short piece of cheerful music came.

"Yeah." Yuan Ze answered the phone.

"Zai Zai, when will you be back?" The voice on the other end was as cold as a machine except for calling.

"Dad, I won't go back for now."

"Huh? Did you see the information that day?" Although it was a rhetorical question, it seemed to be a declarative sentence.

"I have my own sense of propriety, not to mention giving me such a big gift since I was a child, I always have to return it." Fiddled with the earphone with his fingertips, Yuan Ze's face was equally terribly cold.

"You've grown up." The phone call was also cut off, but Yuan Ze knew that it was his father's promise.

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On the other side, in the main suite in City Y, the man looked at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows with arrogance, his bottomless eyes were extremely cold.

"Are you worried about Zai Zai?" The warm body hugged the man from behind.

"Well, it's the first time he ran away from home." Yuan Hao'an felt the warmth of his lover behind him soften.

"Don't be afraid, that bastard is smart, An'an's spring night is short." The man's face was reflected by the moonlight, the same delicate face showed maturity after years, and the deep blue eyes accommodated all the beauty in the world, Luo Chen Deliberately getting close to Yuan Haoan's sensitive place

After a long time in bed, she was paralyzed in Luo Chen's arms and soon could only see the constant movement and ups and downs under the thin quilt.

The idle computer screen was still on, and there was a personal information about Wen Huai on it.