The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

This feeling came so suddenly that Wang Xiaohuo felt strange in his heart. He tried to control the violent impact in his chest, but in the end it was futile. He moaned secretly, hoping that Zhou Bin would leave him so that he could have enough space to organize flustered emotions.

There were buzzing and neighing in the ears, and there was a burst of heat on the forehead, and there were thin beads of sweat. Wang Xiaohuo tried his best to finish the last few words.

Zhou Bin kept his hand on his shoulder, and when he stopped writing, he slowly lowered his hand and said, "Clean up the table, I'll wait for you outside."

When he went out, Wang Xiaohuo let out a long breath and wiped his forehead with sweat on his hands.

The place for dinner was a small restaurant with an elegant and quiet environment in the city center. They ordered a few home-cooked dishes and a bottle of wine, and the two sat down facing each other.

Wang Xiaohuo didn't want to drink at first, but Zhou Bin persuaded him to fill up the glass.

The two chatted without saying a word, and a moving piece of music was playing in the dining room. Unknowingly, the glass of wine in front of Wang Xiaohuo was finished, and Zhou Bin wanted to pour it for him again. Wang Xiaohuo stopped him and said: "You can't drink anymore, you will get drunk if you drink any more."

Zhou Bin pushed his hand away and said with a smile, "Man, is a glass of wine bothering you?"

"It's not that I can't drink, but I'm afraid that I'll lose my temper if I drink too much."

"What does it matter? When anyone is not making a fool of themselves, just drink. Anyway, there is no other acquaintance except the two of us." Zhou Bin persuaded.

Firstly, the strength of the wine was stable, and secondly, unable to resist persuasion, Wang Xiaohuo reluctantly watched the glass in front of him being filled again.

"Come on!" Zhou Bin raised his cup and took a sip with him, put the cup away and said, "Wang Xiaohuo, can I ask you a question."

At this time Wang Xiaohuo was getting drunk, his tongue stiffened and he replied: "What's the matter?"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Love at first sight?" Wang Xiaohuo was taken aback by his question.

"Yes!" Zhou Bin stared straight at him.

"Never met before." Wang Xiaohuo replied without thinking.

"Didn't you ever meet someone who moved your heart since you were a child?" Zhou Bin asked, putting down his chopsticks and resting his chin on the back of his hand.

"Is there?" Wang Xiaohuo secretly thought, if there is really someone who makes his heart move, he is the only one.

Zhou Bin stared at him intently, and saw that his brows were slightly furrowed, and the corner of his mouth was half a smile, and said, "There must be, isn't it?"

"No, no!" Wang Xiaohuo hastily denied.

"There is no embarrassment, who is it? Let's hear it." Zhou Bin said softly.

His voice was like a strand of gossamer plucking at Wang Xiaohuo's heartstrings. Facing his peaceful smiling face, Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help but murmured, "I'm not sure if I like it."

"Like it if you like it, what's not sure?"

"I don't know, maybe..." Wang Xiaohuo didn't dare to say any more, because this is a secret that can only be hidden deep in his heart.

"Your relationship is not good?"

Wang Xiaohuo shook his head.

"Or is it just your wishful thinking, unrequited love?" Zhou Bin joked.

The long-suppressed depression in his heart was infected by his words, Wang Xiaohuo gritted his teeth and said: "Yes!" Following a surge of pride in his chest, he picked up the cup and poured it into his mouth, and the cup bottomed out.

It was dawn in a trance, Wang Xiaohuo felt that he was riding a bicycle on the street, the sun was shining brightly, and the sparrows on the branches were singing happily, all he wanted was to hurry up, come to the unit, and rushed upstairs like flying , stood at the crossing and looked in anxiously, a familiar figure was standing in the same place, blowing the wind.

"Ouyang Lin!" Wang Xiaohuo's mood was suddenly agitated, he couldn't control his legs and ran towards him, hugged him, and shouted: "I miss you, I miss you, I miss you."

Ouyang Lin did not refuse, and hugged him tightly into his arms, pressed his head against his cheek, and snorted heavily into his ears.

"No!" Wang Xiaohuo looked at him and his heart skipped a beat. Although they looked the same, they always felt that something was missing. What was it?The smell is wrong!There was no familiar scent on this person at all.

"Go away!" Wang Xiaohuo pushed hard, trying to push him away from him, but he couldn't move his arm as if he lost consciousness.

"Hey hey!" Ouyang Lin got tighter and tighter, making him breathless and terrified in his heart.

"Ah!" Wang Xiaohuo tried his best to roar, but his voice was filtered into a dull tone.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, his eyes suddenly darkened, Wang Xiaohuo was dizzy for a while, he closed his eyes involuntarily, and when he opened them again, the surroundings were pitch black, and his body was pressed heavily by something.

The hot air rushing into his ear accompanied by the sound of rapid breathing, he was startled, he touched it with his hand, and found that it was a body that was smooth and soft.

"Who?" Wang Xiaohuo cried out in fear.

"You're awake." The other party's voice in the darkness was like a ghost.

The head hurts, and the voice is very familiar. At this time, the other party's head is pressing on the neck, and the earlobe is sucked by him in his mouth.

"You are..." Wang Xiaohuo wasn't sure, but he was more afraid. He leaned on his arms and tried to move away from the opponent's heavy body. He only moved a little before he gave up, because the opponent was too heavy and was caught again. He was crushed to death.

"Director Zhou, Director Zhou, what are you doing?" Wang Xiaohuo asked with a hoarse voice.

"What are you doing? Don't you really want it?" Sure enough, it was Zhou Bin. He was completely naked at this time, and his hot body pressed against Wang Xiaohuo's naked body.