A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo closed his eyes when he heard the sound, he really didn't want to recognize this relative at the moment.

Cheng Luo looked at him, and the excited voice got closer and closer before realizing that it was for Jing Zhuo.

Turning around, Cheng Luo was stunned when he saw a spirited young man with his arms swaying over.

A very standard and authentic spirited guy who looks very familiar.

this is not……

"Shanzi!" Tian Shilong slapped Jing Zhuo's shoulder with his horoscope almost split, "What are you here to buy!"

"Buy a soul." Jing Zhuo turned his head to look at Cheng Luo, seeing his uncertain expression of surprise, he wanted to laugh, "Shilong, this is your fan."

"Don't dare to act." Tian Shilong made a fist in the middle, touched Cheng Luo's shoulder, and gritted his teeth, "Tian Shilong, it's a pleasure to meet you. Brother Shanzi's friend is my friend."

It's a little embarrassing, but Brother Shanzi doesn't regard Cheng Luo as a friend.

Fortunately, Cheng Luo was surprised enough to ignore the second part of the sentence: "Oh, nice to meet you."

Living social dragon brother!Live spirit boy!

There was obviously a spirit girl in the family, Cheng Luo didn't know why he was so surprised.

Maybe it's because this internet celebrity guy knows Jing Zhuo, and he looks familiar, what big brother?

For a moment, Cheng Luo thought that his perception of Jing Zhuo was actually biased. Under the skin of Jing Zhuo's indifferent and serious teacher was a restless heart yearning for spirit.

The return journey was still thrilling. Cheng Luo was carrying a cart of ingredients, and the things on the front pedal dropped several times on the way.

No matter how low the electric car is, it is also an open-top vehicle. Although the wind is quite cold this time, the whole body is comfortable. Late autumn is indeed a good season.

Standing in the elevator, Cheng Luo whistled a few times in a refreshed manner.

"You do it yourself at noon, don't call me anymore." Jing Zhuo interrupted the whistle.

"Are you sure?" Cheng Luo turned to look at him.

"I want to sleep." The elevator door opened, Jing Zhuo squeezed his brows and walked out of the elevator, "If you have nothing to do, don't knock on the door, it's hard to rest for two days."

"What if something happens?" Cheng Luo asked.

"What could be the matter?" Jing Zhuo found that the center of his eyebrows seemed to be uneven.

"For example, I want to show you cats, or I want to watch a ghost movie for excitement..." Cheng Luo leaned against the wall and watched him take out the keys, with a smile on his lips.

He laughed so hard that he didn't want to be beaten for saying such deliberately ambiguous words.

Coaxing another one-night | love may be easy for the other party to fall in love with, but Jing Zhuo is different, he is an alert and sober one-night | love.

"Lonely, I'm so bored that I can find someone else to flirt with." Seeing Cheng Luo's awkwardness, he ruthlessly drew the relationship apart, "It's not enough for someone to take care of me if I have a cold, save me."

"Then I won't come to see you today?" Cheng Luo raised his eyebrows.

"Tomorrow too." Jing Zhuo nodded, took out the key and opened the door smartly, "See you on Tuesday."

The key | enters the lock, then stops halfway.

I changed the angle and pressed it in again, but I still couldn't get in.

Trembling, the sound of the key in the corridor became urgent | irritable.

Cheng Luo was still leaning against the wall, looking at Jing Zhuo wishing he could melt the key, the corners of his mouth gradually raised: "Spoon, did you bring the wrong key?"

"……No."

Yes, I brought the wrong key.

The future of going out fell on him, and he was already awkward and irritable, but suddenly he forgot the keys that were not the same as before.

And the property management in the second county medical district is very good, and there is no small advertisement for unlocking the door.

Cheng Luo watched the play on the sidelines: "Then go in and sleep for a while, you look quite sleepy, you should rest if you have a cold."

He was really sleepy now, but even if he didn't go to Cheng Luo's house, where else could he go?I didn't bring my ID card with me, and there was a relative of the landlord living in the rented house. Tian Shilong was an acquaintance here. Do you want to ask him to stay overnight?

Suddenly I felt quite helpless. This kind of helplessness was not the grievance and chagrin of having nowhere to go, but the powerlessness accumulated over the past month when everything went wrong.

Sometimes I feel that I have been alone for so many years, I have encountered all kinds of situations, I can overcome any hurdles, and I can make do with everything.

However, it is easy to be overwhelmed by a little thing.

He stopped shaking for the key and lowered his hands.

"See you on Tuesday." There seemed to be a wave in Cheng Luo's ending, but he entered the house very happily anyway.

Hearing the moment when the door was closed behind him, Jing Zhuo's mood, which had barely recovered from the ride just now, had slipped to the bottom of the valley, but now he fell directly into the trench.

When he was upset, he wanted to smoke. He stood on the open-air corridor, lit a cigarette and dangled it. Fortunately, there were cigarettes in his pocket besides the useless broken keys.

The view from the [-]th floor is not bad, you can see the new park under construction and the low urban village in the distance.

Jing Zhuo lay on the railing smoking a cigarette for a while, and when he was about to leave, the broken key fell out of his pocket and fell on the concrete floor of the corridor.

Suddenly I was very annoyed by this string of gadgets, there were so many heavy handles on one ring, and none of them could be used at this moment.

Jing Zhuo lifted up the keychain, wanting to throw it away to vent.

He was carrying the key and pulling it by the handle.

Office classrooms, rental houses in the city, and various spare access control cards that have been eliminated by NFC...

... It seems that there is nothing to throw away.

Jing Zhuo stares at Key.

The key of the rental house was not the landlord's. At that time, the landlord's key handle had a circle of dirty tape of unknown significance, and Jing Zhuo made another one.

After taking off the key, he really wanted to throw it out straight away, resisting not throwing the object at high altitude, and inserted it into a flower pot with only soil in the corner of the corridor.

A little less suffocated.

He sighed, and while walking towards the elevator, he took out his mobile phone to send a message to Tian Shilong. When the elevator came up with a "ding", the door behind him suddenly opened.

Jing Zhuo was startled: "What are you doing?!"

"Why did you leave?" Cheng Luo rested his hand on the doorknob, still holding a cup of tea, looking at him leisurely, "Depressed for a while?"

This man is not idle!I've been pretending to go in for a long time, and I've been listening to him with my ears closed!

Jing Zhuo lost his temper, and stood calmly at the elevator door looking at him.

"Sorry." Cheng Luo closed the door slowly with an expression of suddenly remembering something, "I forgot to see you on Tuesday..."

The door stopped closing at last, and was pushed open again.

Cheng Luo looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

I have to say that Cheng Luo's sofa is not very comfortable to lie on, and there are cat hairs everywhere.

Wouldn't it be bald to fall off like this!

Jing Zhuo couldn't help but stretched his neck and glanced at Cheng Mao.

"Want to cuddle the cat to sleep?" A voice came from the side.

Jing Zhuo retracted his neck and closed his eyes.

In fact, the moment when I was melancholy and bored in the corridor just now was not so sleepy, and now I am lying down because I don't want to chatter with Cheng Luo.

Sometimes it's quite magical, the more you annoy someone, the more you will be tied together every day, and you can't even hide.

Cheng Luo basically spent his afternoons in the study, and occasionally walked around lightly.

It was rare that he was not called back urgently during the off-duty period. Cheng Luo sat in front of the computer and typed on the topic of professional title evaluation.

The sun slanted into the study, and Cheng Mao was rarely obediently nestled beside him, snoring softly and continuously.

It wasn't until it was dark that Cheng Luo stretched his waist and stood up. He stood on the operating table all year round, and his waist was not very good. He was sore after sitting all afternoon.

The best activity.

When he came up with this idea, his mind froze for a second, and when he came out, he happened to see Jing Zhuo lying there.

He slept so peacefully that Cheng Luo almost forgot that there was someone else at home.

If he went there and owed a hand, it wouldn't be Cheng Luo, he walked over lightly, knelt down and looked at Jing Zhuo.

A face with a very beautiful outline in the dark, but sleeping on the stomach, only one side can be seen.

The defenseless and even soft appearance can only be seen when he is asleep, which is very different from usual.

At this moment, Cheng Luo was in a bit of a dilemma. He wanted to owe him a debt to wake him up, and he wanted to see his hard-earned sleeping face for a while longer.

He squatted and stared for a long time, then raised his hand to lightly touch Jing Zhuo's eyelashes.

There was no response, so I touched again.

Jing Zhuo moved, and finally turned over to lie on his side.

Cheng Luo stretched out his hand and gently pinched his chin, slowly moved his fingers up, and pressed his lips.

so soft.

I don't know if there is a chance to do it again. If so, I must do something to this lip | flap.

Cheng Luo hasn't figured out what to do, but first of all, kissing is ruled out, and even mouth-to-mouth sticking can't be considered.

After all, kissing is not a necessary part of doing it, or in other words, not a necessary part of doing it with someone other than a lover.

Jing Zhuo woke up completely naturally when he opened his eyes, and felt much more comfortable after sleeping, as expected, his self-healing ability is very powerful.

It was later that he felt that the cold was almost cured. Before that, he opened his eyes and was stunned.

The light above the head was on, with a soft light, and the sound of rushing water could be heard from nowhere.

This is the first time when he wakes up from a nap, the room is bright and there are sounds.

But the sound quickly became outrageous.

It sounded like some carp with a motor was kicking around.

Jing Zhuo followed the sound to the bathroom in bewilderment, and saw Cheng Luo was holding down the flopping cat to bathe it.

"Are you awake?" Cheng Luo rubbed its paws and glanced at Jing Zhuo, "Hurry up and wash your face, the cat came out of the litter box and stepped on your face just now..."

Jing Zhuo froze.

Cheng Luo let go of the cat, squeezed the foam, walked over and rubbed his face.

"Is it clean?" Jing Zhuosheng asked helplessly.

Cheng Luo looked at it carefully: "Not yet."

Another rub.

Cheng Mao jumped out of the basin, threw Cheng Luo's body into the water, and quickly escaped.

Before leaving, he took a look at these two humans who behaved strangely.

"Cheng Luo." Jing Zhuo calmly spoke while rubbing wildly.

"Huh?" Cheng Luo's voice was full of worries about what to do if he couldn't clean it.

"The paw that stepped on cat feces is actually yours, right?"

Cheng Luo put down his hands and smiled, very happily.

Like a fucking kindergarten kid, why is it so fun to play with people?

"You'd better not mess with me today." Jing Zhuo narrowed his eyes in a pile of foam, looking him up and down.

With a face as happy as a fox stealing meat, and a body drenched by cat bath water.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for doing it|you." Jing Zhuo blurted out.

Cheng Luo's smile faltered for a moment, and he was obviously stunned: "Which one is doing it? The one doing the fighting is..."

Jing Zhuo didn't speak, turned around and left.

Cheng Luo took a few steps and overtook him, blocking him at the bathroom door: "Who's doing it?"

"Do it with the bird!" Jing Zhuo really wanted to kick him on the ground a few times, although he didn't know if he would be countered like the last time in the dormitory.

Cheng Luo tugged on the collar of his pajamas very quickly: "Come."

Of course Jing Zhuo wouldn't do it, he was the one lying down.

But it's absolutely impossible to let Cheng Luo go like this, he looked at Cheng Luo's strong shoulder|neck, and yelled up.

The tangy fragrance made him pause.

It was the unique scent of white musk on Cheng Luo's body that brought him back to the night more than half a month ago, and he felt an indescribable but very comfortable feeling in his heart.

He seemed to feel at ease in this fragrance, or when doing it with Cheng Luo.

This surprising discovery was noticed in bed last time, and now it has been further confirmed.

When he was in a daze, someone grabbed his waist suddenly.

Move up slowly.

Jing Zhuo let go, tilted his head slightly, feeling the heat gradually rising in the air.

"I said yesterday that I would like to discuss something with you when you are well." The voice in my ear was low and slightly hoarse, "How is your cold?"

"...Okay." Jing Zhuo also whispered.

"Do that?" Cheng Luo gently touched his ear with his lips.