On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Zeng Qiao turned left on Second Avenue, and the car stopped downstairs at a slightly old building.

Zhang Ye frowned while sitting in the car, and he didn't get out of the car until Zeng Qiao knocked on the window, wondering, "Why are you here?"

The cold wind was blowing fiercely. Zeng Qiao rubbed his hands and let out a breath on his lips. He held Zhang Ye's shoulders and explained as he walked, "I visited a while ago. Although the community is a little old, the security measures are not at all. No worse than anywhere else. Frozen to death, hurry home."

Zeng Qiao was excited like a fool, he climbed five floors and kept chattering endlessly: "My brother has bought so many properties and this is the only one with the most value. It will be demolished when we report to the university next year. Sometimes there will be a lot of money on my card, and it is inconvenient to rent a house for a four-year university outside, so you can just buy it wherever you like."

Zhang Ye squinted his eyes, paused for a while, and then walked forward, swallowing the words that came to his lips. There was nothing to say about his family affairs.

Even if he and Zeng Qiao are close, there should be a gap between them that shouldn't be crossed at will.

I don't know how many times this is, he is happy alone like a two hundred and five, planning their future, but in the end he can't hear Zhang Ye's echo.

"Isn't it good? We went out to live in college, just the two of us."

Zhang Ye smiled: "It depends on the situation at that time, don't forget, we are still students."

After a few conversations, Zeng Qiao had already reached the door of the house. Zeng Qiao lowered his head and took out the key to open the door, suppressing the discomfort in his heart. He didn't want to experience another collapse because of his temper.

"I cleaned it up again, see if you like it or not, I'm going to boil the water."

After speaking, he went directly to the kitchen, and the sliding door was half-opened. If he didn't deliberately come over, no one would know what happened inside.

Zeng Qiao filled the pot with water, took the time to glance out of the window, and was surprised to find that there was a storm in the eyes of the person reflected in the glass. In response, what if Zhang Ye doesn't want to tell himself who Meng Ge is?

He quickly lowered his head and turned off the faucet, not to look at his extremely ugly appearance at this time.

After adjusting, he yelled outside: "Zhang Ye, are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Ye couldn't quite understand what Zeng's family thought. A house that seemed like he would never live in should have such a high-end decoration. Could it be that the money is too much to spend?However, Zeng Qiao said that this place will be demolished next year, and the compensation for this [-]-square-meter house should not be small, and the decoration cost has obviously become negligible.

"I'm not hungry, I have nothing to eat."

He slowly moved to the master bedroom, which was spacious and warmly furnished. He walked over and sat on the bed, which was soft and comfortable, and a sleeping ghost like him would not remember it once he touched it.

For Zhang Ye, the most difficult thing to resist was the overwhelming drowsiness. After a while, he couldn't keep his eyes open. He walked to the kitchen with all his energy, not caring what Zeng Qiao was busy with: "Is there a change of clothes? I I want to take a shower."

Because he will be going to bed soon, Zeng Qiao simply cooked a fruit porridge, and the ingredients in the pot rolled with the boiling water. Hearing this, he went out, and the two returned to the bedroom. He pushed open the closet: "I bought all I bought two sets, you choose one, and the rest are mine.”

Zhang Ye has no doubts about Zeng Qiao's vision in choosing clothes. People who have the best material comforts since childhood have already mastered the course of aesthetics to the point of perfection.

He washed quickly, turned off the water, and came out wearing a bathrobe. Zeng Qiao brought the porridge to the table and waved to him with a smile: "Come and try, there is a surprise."

Zhang Ye really didn't have the desire to eat, but Zeng Qiao took pains to cook it, so he could only sit there, stir it with a spoon casually, and tasted it. This familiar taste...

Seeing his surprised and suspicious expression, Zeng Qiao smiled and said, "Do you believe it now? Don't worry about my aunt's future in the future. Is it delicious? If it's not enough, I'll serve it for you again."

Zhang Ye nodded: "Enough."

He wasn't hungry at all, so he wiped his mouth after eating: "Put it in the sink for a while, and I'll wash it tomorrow."

When the lights in the restaurant were turned off, Zeng Qiao's eyes darkened when he saw the dazzling skin. He was extremely confident in his craftsmanship, but suddenly he felt like he couldn't eat.

Zhang Ye delivered the bowl and yawned: "I'm even more sleepy, go to bed first, and you should go to bed early too. By the way, I didn't see it, Zeng Qiao, you are really willing to take care of your face Kung fu, so many bottles and cans, aren't you tired?"

Zeng Qiao still felt discouraged, put down the spoon, stood up and walked to him, and asked in a low voice, "Zhang Ye, let's have a good talk and sleep together?"

Before Zhang Ye could speak, he yawned again, his eyes were watery, and he said with some embarrassment: "But I'm very sleepy, can we talk about it tomorrow? I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Zeng Qiao swallowed his saliva. Although Zhang Ye's words didn't mean to be coquettish at all, he stubbornly took it as coquettish. What else could he expect from this careless and incomprehensible person?Angry and aggrieved, he put one hand on Zhang Ye's shoulder, and the other hooked his neck and pulled it down. His lips touched each other lightly, and then slipped in neatly while Zhang Ye's lips were slightly parted.

The two of them have been together for a long time, and the time and frequency of being together seriously is not much. Zeng Qiao has always taken into account Zhang Ye's mood, for fear of touching Ni Lin who shouldn't be touched. Today, he can't bear it anymore. Living.

Once I tasted it, I couldn't wait for it. It was clearly the most familiar scent of body wash, but at the moment it smelled extraordinarily fragrant.

Zeng Qiao wished they could stay entangled like this forever and never separate.

The hand on the shoulder was transferred to the belt at some point, Zhang Ye was hooked by the unfamiliar feeling, and wanted to pull out the snake-like hand, but he didn't want it Suddenly it went down and hit a place that shouldn't be touched.

Zhang Ye's body froze for a moment, and his breathing became heavy. Pushing Zeng Qiao away, a storm welled up in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Zeng Qiao's eyes were red, flickering with forbearance: "You don't want... I'll help you..."

He was afraid that Zhang Ye would think of other places, so he quickly promised: "I won't do anything else, just want you to relax. We have never done anything except kiss. Lovers, you shouldn't get tired of being together, just be like each other. Do you feel happy?"

Zhang Ye frowned and looked over, Zeng Qiaoxin suddenly panicked, took a step back, and smiled awkwardly: "Forget it, you treat me as nonsense, since you are sleepy, go to bed early, good night."

Zeng Qiao hid in the study as he said that, turned on the computer to find some domineering president, but he didn't know what Zhang Ye was doing outside.

Suddenly he felt that his reaction was a little too exaggerated. After living for so many years, it was the first time he panicked and worried about gains and losses.

Randomly found a copy of "The Domineering President Loves the Heaven", frowned, and just clicked on Chapter 1, when he heard the door of the study room being pushed open vigorously, he was startled by a loud bang.

Zhang Ye came in like a gust of wind and tugged at his collar, pulled him up, pushed him onto the bookcase, pulled his wrist around his waist, and lowered his head to lock his thin lips.

Sure enough, Zeng Qiao's anger, which had not completely dissipated, started a prairie fire in an instant.

They didn't know when they returned to the bedroom. The mess made them both sweat profusely. Zhang Ye was already sleepy, but he made him weak just now. Although it was comfortable, it was tiring. He didn't even want to open his eyes. Zeng Qiao buzzed in his ears like a mosquito.

"Don't you care about me?"

Zhang Ye raised his eyelids with difficulty, and lazily said: "You don't want to do anything else, go take a shower, I'm really sleepy."

Zeng Qiao was actually very satisfied in his heart, after all they had been close, Zhang Ye actually still cared about him.

He came out of the bathroom and didn't go back to the bedroom, but sat back in front of the computer and read ten chapters patiently.

"........."

The author has something to say: Zeng Qiao: Thank you for being so exciting.

Don't dare to overdo it, but something is wrong and wrong, my god.

Well, my friend said don’t put too much pre-received pit, let’s put it when the male god with the goods wears the book (#^.^#)

I think the second of the two stories is so cute