Prisoner direction

After Wen Langxi said these words, the smile on his face disappeared, and the twinkling stars in his eyes also went out, and he stared at Fu Guan.

Seeing this expression, Fu Guanli thumped immediately, then took the other's hand and explained: "I don't like it, it's just..."

"It's just what." Wen Langxi's tone was so calm that no trace of emotion could be heard.

Suddenly being interrupted indifferently, Fu Guan paused, immediately had a bad feeling, but still tried his best to speak softly: "Langxi, listen to me first, lipstick is usually put on by girls, you..."

"Will a man get sick if he paints it?"

Hearing this, Fu Guan frowned slightly, and slowed down his voice, "No, but it's hard to be accepted by people, understand what I mean? I don't dislike it, it's just that it doesn't suit me."

Fu Guan felt that Wen Langxi's understanding of many things was greatly biased. If he still blindly obeyed today, he might do more things that are not recognized by the world in the future, and it would be too late to correct it by then.

So today can no longer indulge him.

Wen Langxi was still staring at Fu Guan, his eyes were dark, making it hard to see the emotions in it.

"Langsi? Did you hear me?"

Hearing this, Wen Langxi sneered suddenly, took away the square box on Fu Guan's lap, stood up, looked down at Fu Guan, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Before Fu Guan got up, Wen Langxi turned around and left. When passing by the trash can, he threw it in without even looking at it, and then went upstairs.

"Langxi!" Fu Guan stood up and prepared to follow.

"Don't follow!" Wen Langxi yelled at Fu Guan with his back turned.

Fu Guan was stunned by the roar, and froze in place for a long time, watching Wen Langxi disappear from his sight.

As time passed by, Fu Guan suddenly sighed, and lay down on the sofa with his eyes closed, feeling his head swell.

His energy has never been so exhausted. The exhaustion he has experienced for nearly a month is unprecedented for him. He is exhausted physically and mentally exhausted.

What is he doing this for...

Although there are a lot of things backlogged in my mind, I still can't concentrate on thinking about them.

Not long after, Fu Guan slowly opened his eyes again, looked at the hanging ceiling, and sighed, he still couldn't lie down, and couldn't worry about that person.

I got up and walked to the trash can, trying to take out the lipstick. The trash bag had just been changed, so there wasn't much trash in it, and I could see the delicate square box inside at a glance.

But when he picked up the box, Fu Guan found that there was still a crumpled paper ball inside. There were only two people in the family, and if it wasn't his, it must be Langxi's...

Picking it up and flattening it, it was all in English. This was the product details list of a certain international brand lipstick. After looking back, when he saw the unit price column, Fu Guan immediately widened his eyes. How could it be so expensive!

Where did he get the money!

……

Fu Guan was holding a square box and standing outside Wen Langxi's door, suddenly a little irritable, this man locked himself in the room when he got angry, what's wrong with this!Scratched my hair and had to climb the ladder again.

It was evening now, it was dark and cold outside, Fu Guan shivered as soon as he went out, the ladder he used last time was still in place, Fu Guan put the lipstick in his pocket and began to climb up.

When he struggled to climb to the window and looked in, he was stunned for a moment, and then all the blood in Fu Guan's body rushed to the soles of his feet, and his whole body was icy cold.

In the dim light inside, Wen Langxi was sitting on a chair, expressionlessly pressing the flickering cigarette butt to his arm again and again.

Standing outside the window, Fu Guan was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, his whole body was cold, his breathing was difficult, and the icy cold wind slashed at his back again and again, as if echoing the silent hurt in the room...

After being frozen in place for five seconds, Fu Guan suddenly raised his hand and slammed it against the window, shouting: "Stop!"

With this sound, the person who was sitting on the chair immediately bounced up, stood at the table and looked out the window in horror at the shocked Fu Guan.

At this time, Fu Guan had already opened the window, rolled over in an extremely skillful manner, ran to Wen Langxi with red eyes, snatched the cigarette butt from his hand, extinguished it quickly, and threw it on the ground.

After completing this series of movements silently, he was about to look at the arm hidden behind him again, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, it was blocked by someone.

Wen Lang turned his body sideways, stared at Fu Guan vigilantly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here?"

Being blocked by someone, Fu Guan didn't respond, and walked forward again, wanting to see the other's arm again.

But this time he was still dodged, and the hoarse voice raised his voice, "I asked you what you were doing here!"

Hearing this tone of strong anger, Fu Guan raised his head and looked at the other party with distressed face, with tears in his reddish eyes.

However, this expression stabbed Wen Langxi severely, as if his heart had been twisted.

This was the side he didn't want Fu Guan to see the most, and tonight it was shown naked in front of this person without warning, without leaving a fig leaf behind.

Now he is like a clown, the ugliest side has been pulled out, exposed to the sun, dirty and disgusting, ugly and disgusting.

"you……"

Fu Guan wanted to ask him why he did this, but he couldn't make any sound, all the words were blocked in his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

Seeing that people were speechless, Wen Langxi suddenly sneered at himself, let out a breath, looked at Fu Guan with raised eyebrows, and asked casually, "Are you disgusted?"

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked to the door, opened the door, and said a word expressionlessly, "Go."

Only then did Fu Guan swallow the choking in his throat, and there was a hint of crying in his tone, "You...are you like this because of me...is it..."

When Wen Langxi heard the choking sound, his heart twitched again, and his fingers were tightly curled together. He suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and asked in a light tone: "Is this so? What is this like?"

Fu Guan gritted his teeth, trembling and unable to speak a word.

Seeing that the person did not speak, Wen Langxi closed the door again, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, walked up to Fu Guan, looked down at the other person's trembling body, and asked with a smile, "Is that what it was just now? Cigarette butts?"

Fu Guanhong stared at the relaxed face of the person in front of him. For some reason, his heart seemed to be suddenly pressed by a huge stone, and it was extremely painful.

"Okay, don't look at me like that, it's not because of you." After finishing speaking, he turned around and sat on the chair again, without any emotion, said: "It's just that I'm sick."

Hearing the word "sickness", the sadness in Fu Guan's eyes became even worse, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Has it always been like this?"

"Occasionally."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Fu Guan, and chuckled lightly, "Come on, let me be quiet, you make me feel very uncomfortable staying here."

"let me see."

"Look at what?"

"Wound." Fu Guan whispered with a choked voice.

The smile on Wen Langxi's mouth suddenly froze, and he said after a while, "Curiosity? Want to see what the smoke scar looks like?"

Hearing this, Fu Guan suddenly raised his voice, "No!"

After finishing speaking, he moved to Wen Langxi, squatted down, gently grabbed the other's hand, and said in a slow voice: "I just... want to help you treat the wound."

Hearing this, Wen Langxi sat on the chair without moving, staring at Fu Guan fixedly, narrowing his eyes slightly to conceal his true emotions.

Just when Fu Guan thought that this person would not answer, Wen Langxi suddenly raised a wicked smile, "Really?"

"Ah."

"Do you really want to help me with my wound?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, Wen Langxi's nasty smile became even worse, and then he bent down and brought his lips to Fu Guan's ear, with an obvious teasing tone, "Then go and put on the lipstick." , paint it on and come back.”

After speaking, I sat up straight again, put away the smile on my face, and said lightly: "If you don't want to, no one will force you. Besides, I never care about the wound, so it's the same for me whether you deal with it or not. ,understand?"

The reason why Wen Langxi said these words was mainly because he wanted Fu Guan to leave, and wanted him to disappear from his sight.

And he also understands that it is impossible for Fu Guan to put on the lipstick he sent against his own will, so he uses this as a condition to drive this person away, and the current him will only make Fu Guan feel uncomfortable.

He was like a mad dog tied with an iron chain, as soon as the chain broke, he could rush over and bite the man recklessly.

He was trying his best to endure, not wanting to break the loose chain.

But I never thought about it, and suddenly heard the person in front of me say: "Okay."

Before he could react, Fu Guan got up and went to the bathroom, leaving him standing there alone.

……

In less than a minute, Fu Guan came out again. Wen Langxi turned around immediately after hearing the voice, and immediately saw Fu Guan who was wearing lipstick.

Then, Wen Langxi was stunned.

Fu Guan stood under the light, with black and slightly long hair pinned behind his ears, behind the silver mirror frame were the man's beautiful eyes, fair skin, straight nose, the temptation of the noble dark purple and dark red blending together, It fit perfectly on Fu Guan's sexy lips, adding a touch of coquettish charm to the originally cold face.

At this moment, the originally dim lights became alluring, but there was also a coldness in the alluring, and a deep temptation in the coldness.

After seeing this scene, Wen Langxi stopped breathing, lost the ability to speak, and was unable to move as if he was nailed in place. The extremely beautiful face opposite was reflected in the long and narrow eyes.

Just when he was in a daze for a moment, Fu Guan said softly, "Now, can I treat your wound?"

At this time, Wen Langxi no longer had any rational thinking, so he could only answer the question in a low voice: "...but I don't have any ointment here."

Hearing this, Fu Guan frowned slightly at first, then stepped forward and gently grabbed the opponent's wrist, led him to the door, and at the same time whispered: "Go to my room, I have it there."

Wen Langxi didn't resist, and let the man drag him out of the room.

Fu Guan's hand was colder than ever before. This coldness ran down Wen Langxi's arm, passed through his flesh and blood, formed a warm current, and finally injected into his heart.