Why can't the lead singer control himself

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Wan Jingjing was playing games with his controller in his arms, but was interrupted by a series of messages from his mobile phone

Knowing that they are having a dinner together today, it is estimated that this person is playing drunk again.

Wan Jingjing didn't bother to answer, threw the phone aside and continued to flee from the Jedi.

Until he was brushing his teeth and washing his hands, there was a sudden sound of a combination lock outside the door.

At [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, the man who lived alone was clearly at home alone, but the combination lock kept beeping "Wrong password".

Wan Jingjing is 27 years old and 186cm tall, but he is still a little afraid of ghosts.I had no choice but to open the door with my toothbrush in my mouth.

Sure enough, a drunk was oncoming.

The drunk has no self-knowledge of disturbing the people in the middle of the night, and is still struggling with the combination lock: "[-], why is it wrong, that's right!"

Wan Jingjing: "Because you pressed the wrong button."

Zheng Hao's alcohol-soaked brain was still thinking: "That's right, I'm right. Have you changed your password?"

After finishing speaking, he began to play rogue again: "Why did you change the password, you won't let me into your house anymore!"

Wan Jing really didn't want to disturb the neighbor, so he dragged him in by pulling his hair.

This person is still chattering: "You changed the password, I can't get in, then you give me the key, I want to get in..."

It wasn't until Wan Jingjing entered the washroom and brushed his teeth that Zheng Hao's attention was finally diverted. He propped up his shaky eyelids, and inspected the washstand carefully on his stomach, but returned in vain.

He grabbed the left hand that was brushing his teeth again, and carefully identified it again, but it was still wrong.

"What are you looking for?" Wan Jingjing couldn't take his hand back, so he had to turn off the electric toothbrush.

"Where's my toothbrush??"

"threw"

"Why throw my toothbrush!!!"

Zheng Hao received a new shock, and began to repeat those few sentences: "Why did you throw my toothbrush, I want to brush my teeth, where is my toothbrush?"

Annoyed enough, Wan Jingjing opened the drawer and took out a new one, so as not to look like a drunk lunatic, he said kindly, "The old one is old, can I give you a new one?"

But the lunatic is still not satisfied: "I want electric ones too! I don't want cheap ones, and you throw them away when you run out."

Wan Jingjing said in his heart that it doesn't matter whether I throw away your things or not because they are cheap.

In the next second, he was punched.

Zheng Hao was drunk and cowardly, and then swung the shoulders of the people around him, punched him and asked:

"Why did you change your password?"

"You still throw my toothbrush"

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

Wan Jingjing was speechless. After washing without saying a word, he grabbed the back of the man's head with one hand and held a hot towel in the other. He didn't know whether he wanted to wipe his face or shut his mouth.

Zheng Hao screamed loudly after being wiped with a towel, but his limbs were uncoordinated after drinking alcohol. Compared with Wan Jingjing's muscles trained in the gym, even if he could use both hands and feet, he was still restrained honestly.

After being rubbed indiscriminately, he was only panting with his tongue out, and barely stood still with his arms around Wan Jingjing's waist and hips.

The two were about the same height, but Zheng Hao stood crookedly, making him appear to be half a head shorter.

Wan Jingjing lowered his head slightly, looking at the man who was looking up at him with his neck up—his eyelids could not be opened quite open, his eyes were covered with mist, and the crooked silkworms were also rubbed red.

It is these eyes, which are usually coaxing or provocative, making it impossible to tell whether they are true or not. Only after drinking alcohol today, they are somewhat unconscious and dazed, appearing extremely innocent.

The drunk blinked his eyes, his brain froze for a while, and buried his head on Wan Jingjing's shoulder, with a buzzing voice, he continued his accusation:

"Why did you go, how could you go?"

Wan Jingjing sighed, reached out and patted his head on the shoulder.

I heard Zheng Hao take a breath, and said in a nasal voice:

"I'm sorry for arguing with you before."

Wan Jingjing lowered his head, hummed softly, and said nothing further.

Whether this person is sober or drunk, he doesn't seem to know what he should say when he seems so intimate.

-

Zheng Hao woke up from the cold the next day. He smelled the cedar cleaner in a daze, and he already knew that he was at Wan Jingjing's house.

But why is it so cold and so sore?

Thinking in a daze, Wan Jingjing couldn't be beating me up after drinking too much yesterday, right?Or is it...?

Zheng Hao stretched out his hand and touched his buttocks. He was unscathed, and nothing should have happened.

But why is it so hard under the ass?

When he opened his eyes and looked at where he was, it turned out that he was thinking too much—the marble floor was hard and cold, and he was wearing yesterday's clothes, lying on his back on the floor of Wan Jingjing's living room, surrounded by There is no blanket, only a sofa pillow behind his head.

"Wan Jingjing, you are so cruel, is it clear that you will break with me?"

The door was opened from the outside, and Wan Jingjing entered in sportswear.

The calf under the shorts is slender and tight, the red wristband is wet with sweat, and the fluorescent headband is still youthful on the head.The ten o'clock sun shone in through the window, he lowered his head to take off his shoes, and the sweat on his short hair was glistening.

It reminds me of what Qin Maggie said, when he was studying in the UK, someone invited him to be a model...

Wan Jingjing took off his sports earphones: "What are you yelling about?"

Zheng Hao's tongue was a little knotted: "Ah, I'm talking, what a sporty guy, handsome gay in the morning."

The handsome gay grinned, walked over the people on the floor to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water and drank it down.

Zheng Hao raised his head and stared at the man's Adam's apple without turning his eyes, and he was trying to figure out the holy meaning in his heart again - he was so indifferent to me, but he dressed up so flirtatiously early in the morning, was he playing hard to get, or was there someone else outside?

After thinking about it, he touched his calf again, looking like a concubine in a cold palace holding the emperor's trousers: "You threw me on the floor yesterday without even a blanket?"

"Otherwise?" Wan Jingjing lowered his head, "I see that you drank like that, and you were so burned that you almost put it in the refrigerator."

Zheng Hao twitched his lips, thinking that if you dressed like this early in the morning, you must have a fever?

Sniffing the messy smell of alcohol again, he got up and went into the bedroom without seeing anything, picked out a new T-shirt from someone else's closet, thought about it for a while, and changed it into the one that Wan Jingjing had worn before.

He turned his head and shouted at the living room: "I have a headache and a stomachache. I want to drink tofu soup to sober up."

"I bought soy milk, I like to drink it, but I don't want to drink it"

"...Well, I read that Dr. Clove said that soy milk is also good for sobering up."

Zheng Hao went into the bathroom with his T-shirt in his arms, and looked at himself in the mirror:

The hair is a little messy and knotted, but it is thick and black, and the beauty tip is still there;

The eyes are a little red and bloodshot, and there are some dark circles under the eyes, but the double eyelids are big and crouching, and there are no wrinkles when I smile;

The nose is not as high as Wan Jingjing, but it can be considered upright;

Lips a little chapped, that's the hangover;

There is a little stubble, but the jaw line is clear, which adds a touch of decadent charm...

With such a face, why don't you think you shouldn't sleep on the floor?

After looking at it for a while, I concluded that people depend on clothes, and I will have my hair trimmed tomorrow.

Zheng Hao lowered his head on the sink, looking for a razor to shave, and saw the new toothbrush that Wan Jingjing dismantled for him last night, next to it was Wan Jingjing's own electric toothbrush.

Thinking of my painful decision last night, the relationship between the two of them for so many years cannot change fundamentally overnight.

First of all, we must moisten things silently and sneak into each other in the details of life.

He came up with a plan, listened with his ears up, and confirmed that Wan Jingjing was in the kitchen.

So I ran back to the living room to get my mobile phone and took a picture of the electric toothbrush.

-

After grinding for a full hour, Zheng Hao came out of the bathroom with a new look.

Wan Jingjing was sitting at the dining table drinking soy milk, with a small steamed bun in front of him. He was still wearing the same sportswear. He looked up at the T-shirt Zheng Hao was wearing: "Did you have a haircut in the bathroom? My sweat It dried and crystallized."

"You want to play in the bathroom? Tell me earlier." Zheng Hao brushed his hair, and those who didn't know thought he was filming a shampoo commercial

Wan Jingjing was speechless, got up and went into the kitchen, and brought out a bowl of steaming cabbage tofu soup.

Zheng Hao seemed to be receiving rain after a long drought, and said happily, "Honey, why are you so kind to me?"

With a shake of his hand, Wan Jingjing almost spilled the tofu soup: "Honey??"

"Well, you don't like it? Then I change it to baby?"

"Don't make me throw soup in your face."

Then Zheng Hao took the soup bowl with a smirk, and started to drink it.

Feeling that it was not enough, he praised a few words: "My day is so delicious, why are you so good at cooking? Did you learn it when you were studying in the UK? You also learned hotel management like Maggie?"

"What does it have to do with learning hotel management? It's not learning how to cook." Wan Jingjing said sarcastically.

"But I don't even know what you studied in college"

This is another strategy of Zheng Hao, and it is necessary to have a deeper understanding of the other party in order to make a more accurate decision on the next step.

"Unpopular professional, so I can't find a job, I can only be a broker"

Cough cough, Zheng Hao almost choked, took out a tissue and looked at the person in front of him - obviously yesterday Maggie said that many companies were vying for you.

But Wan Jingjing didn't want to continue chatting with him, so he looked at his phone and said, "Hurry up and eat, I'm going to the company today after eating."

Zheng Hao regained his energy: "Hey, are you still going to work?"

"There's a new guitarist coming for an interview today, go and meet him."

"I found it so quickly? Song Yi's body is still cold?"

Zheng Hao felt a little awkward in his heart, although he accepted the fact that Song Yi was leaving.

But after all, that is the person who I learned guitar from when I was a child and started to form a band [-] years ago. It is inevitable that I will be a little bit resistant to who will replace him.

Of course Wan Jingjing knew what he was thinking.Without further ado, he forwarded the resume on the phone: "I'll see you first, and Huashan and Huizi will also go. You can chat, and if you don't like it, look for it later."

Zheng Hao nodded, opened WeChat, looked at the new message sent to him by "Lao Wan", and remembered: "Yesterday I kept sending you WeChat and voice calls, but you ignored me."

"I was playing a game, I didn't see it."

"Then in case something happens to me, you don't read the news and don't care about me?"

Wan Jingjing frowned, but was reminded a bit: "Don't you just wait for the body to be picked up after drinking too much?"

Lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, Zheng Hao touched his nose and decided to change the subject.

Thanks to swish, he handed over his mobile phone to someone, and the note name "Lao Wan" was just set to the top.

"I've always put you on the top, and the phone is also an emergency contact, so I'm afraid I won't see any instructions." Zheng Hao lied without blushing: "What about you?"

Guessing that this person might be drunk, Wan Jingjing ate the steamed bun and said perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll put you, Chen Xiyue, Li Minghui, and Maggie on top later."

Zheng Hao didn't know how to vent his anger, so he poked open the phone.

Think for a while about how to give a new guitarist some problems and put him through a test.

Clicking on the PDF resume sent by Lao Wan, a familiar smiling face first came into view——

Long red hair, wheat-colored skin, youthful, confident and sunny smile.

Next to the photo it says:

Gu Yao Amos

Guitarist

Zheng Hao couldn't control whether to stick to the top or not, so he quickly opened the WeChat group of four people:

—Battery: @辉子@陈西岳 interviews a new guitarist later, cover me!

— Huizi: What's wrong?

—Chen Xiyue: Is there a debt of love?

—Battery: This person is the girl I took home after drinking the fragments at the bar last time...