How to be a patron

Lying on my stomach on the bed, I was sleepy again, but luckily Gou Meng called me to eat in time, otherwise, if I fell asleep, it would be forever.

"It's the first time..." I chewed the meat, "it's not bad."

He smiled as a reply, and continued to bury his head in eating.

Both of them took a nap for a while, and before three o'clock Gou Meng pulled me out of bed.

"Exercise, exercise."

"Ah... Didn't I run in the morning. Let me sleep until dinner." I lived alone before, and I never found that I also had the urge to get up.

With all his strength, he dragged me out of the bed: "The morning is just a daily routine. I'll give you guidance at home while I'm fine these few days."

Moaning, I followed him to the living room: "By the way, I still have two sets of dumbbells in my study, do you want them?"

"You have it, don't tell me earlier, take it out quickly."

I said it was a study room, but in fact there were not many books at all, and I moved the computer to the bedroom. Now my study room has almost become a utility room. Except for a vertical bookshelf and a desk, other things are scattered in the corner. in the carton.

I was rummaging through the cardboard box for dumbbells, and Gou Meng was standing in front of the bookcase reading my book.

"Can you lend me this book?" He suddenly asked me, pointing to one of them.

I didn't even look back: "Just take it if you like it, I won't even read it."

"Thanks." He happily took down the book.

I found the dumbbell, but it was covered with dust. I flew up with my hand, and the two of them were choked and coughed.

"Ahem," I handed him the dumbbell, "Go to the balcony and find a rag to wipe it off."

"it is good."

I turned around and went back to my bedroom, and took out five or six cards from the wallet in the drawer. I forgot even if he didn't mention the book.

When he came back after wiping the dumbbells, I gave him the book cards: "Here, this is a gift from our company's recent event. If there are too many, I will get some for you. If you have books you like, you can go to Bookstore to buy."

He put down the dumbbell, took it with both hands, looked at the name of the chain bookstore on the card, was stunned for a while, and then smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

I saw that he was not very happy, and a little disappointed.

"Well... the dumbbells are finished, can we start?" He stuffed the book card into his pocket, bent down to pick up a 5kg dumbbell, and shook it casually, as if he was holding a piece of paper.

After 10 minutes, I said, "Ha... so tired."

……

After 10 minutes, I said, "Ouch, let me rest."

……

An hour later, I: "Big Brother, Big Brother! I beg you, I can't take it anymore."

I finally know why the previous exercise was useless, because there is no fitness instructor like him!Sample!Disabled!violent!When I was lazy, he had a thousand inhuman ways to force me to stick to it. I'm pretty sure that he definitely used the attitude of training soldiers in the army to deal with me, because his aura has changed. He is a tyrant. !A teacher who doesn't understand kindness!

I was lying on the ground tired, looking up at him, feeling, feeling...he is the manipulator between us.

This feeling is fucking fucked up.

He pulled me up from the ground, half-supported and half-dragged me into the sofa, and said mercifully, "Then let's do this for today, and continue tomorrow."

I can't even cry, tomorrow...tomorrow is the end of the world.

no!It can't be the end of the day, I don't even have a day.

For the next three or four days, I lived in an inhuman hell. I was picked up for a morning run at five or six in the morning. After the morning run, he read a book or TV for a while and then started preparing lunch. I was lucky enough to sleep back into the cage , After waking up at two or three in the afternoon, I have to continue to exercise, gradually increasing from the first hour to two and a half hours. After dinner, I usually lie on the sofa like a dog and don’t want to move. He occasionally asks me to accompany him upstairs. Stroll down, but you will start running when you stroll around.

But in the past few days, my mental head has improved a lot, and I will no longer stay up late at night, and the habit of lazy bed has been cured by him.I woke up naturally before he called me this morning.

"Running?" I saw him fold the quilt meticulously.

He thought for a while and said to me: "I'm afraid I can't accompany you today. I have to find a job and a place to live. I should leave here tomorrow."

"Get out of here?" I didn't understand what he meant for a while.

"Tomorrow is the tenth day."

"Ah..." I was stunned for a while, then sat up from the bed, "Nonsense, tomorrow is the ninth day, don't try to cut corners."

"Ah? The tenth day," he counted with his fingers, "from the night you brought me back to..."

"You fucking counted the first night in!"

"This... can't be counted?" He looked puzzled, and then returned to his usual expression, "Well, it's good to stay an extra day."

This...how come I begged him not to leave.Depend on.After raising him for ten days, he didn't go back once a day, what a shame!

"Let's talk about finding a job tomorrow. I've run out of food at home again. I'll go buy some later."

"Okay." He tidied up the quilt and went to wash up, with no emotion in his tone.

Rationally, I wanted him to go away, but I also felt a little inexplicable, and my heart was in a mess, and I was extremely irritable.

I didn't let him find a job, so he didn't say anything. He ran with me in the morning as usual. After breakfast, he went back to wash and change his clothes and went to the supermarket.

I couldn't keep him for long, and he knew he couldn't stay for long, so we tacitly took only one day's worth of dishes.

I gave him the money to check out, and I was going to go to the non-shopping aisle. After walking two steps, I turned around again, grabbed his shoulder and made him bend down, and leaned into his ear and said, "Wait a minute and buy a box of covers by the way."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What are you looking at?" I lowered my voice and gritted my teeth, "This is a necessity of life!"

"Then... do you want to buy the cheapest one?"

"...I'm not stingy enough for that!"

I obviously didn't do more exercise today, but I felt more tired than usual. It was night in a flash. I didn't want to move, so I lazily hoarded on the sofa and watched TV boredly.

From time to time, I sneaked a few glances at Gou Meng. He has become acquainted with me in the past few days, and he has become more casual, with his feet resting on the edge of the coffee table, flipping through the book in his hand.His back was still straight.

After a few days of getting along, I gradually distinguished Gou Meng from other people, strictly speaking, from other "young masters".I was a little fascinated by the constant military air about him, while his occasional vulgarity and backwardness made me think he was just an ordinary ex-soldier.

In my circle, he is really a special existence.

For example, the old man’s mobile phone was not changed because of the pressure of life, but because he doesn’t like to use smartphones at all. Besides, he only mastered simple computer operation skills, no WeChat, no Weibo, usually Apart from reading books, his biggest hobby is watching military news on TV, and listening to popular songs, but he can't recognize any of the faces of those popular stars.

What an indescribable existence.

He found me looking at him, stared at me for a while, then suddenly closed the book, and lightly kicked my thigh with the back of his foot: "Go pour a cup of tea."

I immediately raised my eyebrows: "Ask me to pour tea? I don't have any tea at home."

"Yes, I saw it in the cupboard when I helped you clean up the kitchen just now, it should not have expired, go make a pot."

"No! Go by yourself."

"Go." He rubbed the back of his foot against my thigh, "I'll give you benefits."

I was immediately moved when I heard the word welfare, but I still pretended to be reserved on the surface: "Welfare? What the hell?"

"Fufu. You make me a pot of tea, and I'll show you." Gou Meng smiled, and his aura immediately changed, "You must be thinking in your heart that you have been with me for so long, and there is no day. Last time, I lost my life."

I was a little embarrassed and annoyed by his guessing, but when I heard that he wanted to touch it for me, I looked forward to it: "Really?"

"Really." He blinked and touched his crotch rather obscenely.

... Well, I gave in, my legs with lactic acid piled up reluctantly walked towards the kitchen after receiving the instructions from my brain, imagining the tempting scene while swallowing my saliva to help him make Biluochun.

Ah, so horny.I hope that the amount he gives will be enough for three days.

The tea was hot and I poured two cups into our daily water mugs.He sniffed the tea, seemed satisfied, put the mug a little farther away, put his two long legs on the table, unhurriedly...

I stared at him without moving.

I leaned over obsessively...

Fuck, this feeling is really not covered.

……

It was so cool.

The continuous high-intensity exercise in the past few days, coupled with this release, I almost turned into a puddle of water, so soft that I couldn't move. While thinking about fighting for [-] rounds, I was powerless, and at the same time I hated my weak body.

Gou Meng threw the soiled wet wipes into the trash can, walked into the bathroom, rinsed his mouth, sat down next to me in his full clothes, took a sip of tea at just the right temperature, and said solemnly: "I'm leaving tomorrow night, no cheat your money."

I was so soft that I couldn't even say anything, so I stammered and asked him: "Then, where are you going next?"

"I don't know, there will always be somewhere to go. Don't forget, I still have a Land Rover." He took another sip of tea, his tone a little cold.

"Anyway, you can't find a place to live, otherwise..." My words slid out of my throat twice, and I still said, "You can continue to stay at my house, just treat it, just treat it as if I continue to support you you."

"Oh?" He raised his head, "Or a hundred a day?"

"Two hundred a day, one month."

"Okay." After waiting for a while, he agreed, probably because the accommodation problem was solved, which made him relax a lot. Gou Meng shrank back, sank into the sofa slightly tired, and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze. I don't know what to think.

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