After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

As soon as the words fell, before Fu Chenyan could react, Bian Cong had already grabbed him and ran out.At first Bian Cong grabbed his sleeve, but later he grabbed his wrist as it might feel inconvenient.

The warm body temperature came, and Fu Chenyan felt a little hot where he was being held by the side.

The gangsters here haven't reacted yet. After watching them run for a certain distance, they called out big-eyed, "Brother Long?"

"What the hell are you doing in a daze!!" Feng Long jumped angrily, "Hurry up and chase me! Chase me!!!"

Bian Cong dragged Fu Chenyan and ran several hundred meters in one go. After making sure that no one was chasing him, he stopped to breathe.

"No more running, no more running, I'm exhausted."

Bian Cong supported his knees with his hands, half bent his body, and the white air he exhaled condensed into a cloud of water mist in the air.

"Fu, Fu Chenyan, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from behind, "There! Chase! Stop! Don't run!!"

"Fuck! Running so fast?"

Fu Chenyan took a quick breath, grabbed Bian Cong's hand and ran away.

"go!"

"Hey!! You fucking slow down! I'm going to fall!"

Bian never could keep up with his pace, so he could only let Fu Chenyan grab him.

Fu Chenyan dragged him around in the alley, and he became dizzy while running.

"There! Hurry up!!"

"Damn! Come again?!"

"This way!"

Bian Cong didn't have much strength anymore, he just felt that his wrist was being tightly grasped, and then he was dragged into a narrow space.

That space consisted of two walls, and the middle could barely accommodate two people standing sideways.

"you......"

"Stop talking!" Fu Chenyan covered his mouth with a calm expression.

The slightly cool palm was pressed against the lips, and the breathing slowed unconsciously.

While looking at him with blinking eyes, Fu Chenyan had a stern expression and turned his head to look outside vigilantly.

Sensing his gaze, Fu Chenyan turned his head, and their eyes collided.

"..."

His breathing stagnated, and he was a little out of breath.

"Well—" Bian Cong reached out and pulled his hand away.

"You want to suffocate me."

The palm of his hand was a little damp, probably the water vapor left when he was panting just now.

"Sorry." Fu Chenyan said in a low voice.

"No, didn't you come after me?"

Fu Chenyan glanced out, "Not yet."

"Huh—" Bian Cong heaved a sigh of relief.

After relaxing, he realized that the two people's current positions were a bit strange.

Because of the narrow space, the two stood almost facing each other. Fu Chenyan was tall and had long legs. His legs were spread apart, one leg was squeezed between the legs, and his knee was against his thigh.

This pose...

Somewhat inexplicably.

While thinking of some pictures from his mind, his face slowly turned red.

"Cough..." Bian followed his legs, trying to keep some distance from him.

Fu Chenyan sensed his movement and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

"I......"

Before the words fell, another voice came from not far away.

"People must be ahead! Hurry up!"

Bian Cong quickly shut up, looked at Fu Chenyan, and said in a very small voice: "What should we do now?"

"Come on!"

The sound is getting closer and closer, hearing the footsteps they will arrive here soon.

He subconsciously held his breath.

In the next second, he suddenly felt a warmth coming from his face.

Bian Cong raised his head suddenly, and saw that Fu Chenyan had already put on the hat at some point, he leaned his face closer, the hat covered his face, and also covered most of his own face.

Heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"I......"

"Shh." Fu Chenyan put his hand on his lips.

Bian Cong swallowed, not daring to speak anymore.

He was covered in a hat by Fu Chenyan, and only fragments of light came in from around him. He couldn't see Fu Chenyan's face clearly, but he could clearly feel his breathing.

He should lower his head, put the tip of his nose on the hair on his forehead, and with every breath he takes, he can always feel his forehead cool and hot.

too close!

This distance is too close!It has exceeded the safe distance.

Bian never even dared to breathe, he pressed his hands against the wall, and heard his heart beating happily in his chest.

He is not normal.

My face is so hot!

Heartbeat so fast!

A little flustered!

Compared with him, Fu Chenyan is in the same predicament.

He suppressed his flustered breathing, and felt a heat source being continuously sent upwards, first at the back of his neck, then his ears, and now his face.

They are all hot.

He didn't dare to move, because of the distance, as long as he moved a little further, his lips would touch the bridge of Bian Cong's nose.

Fu Chenyan's Adam's apple rolled down, and he blinked a few times quickly.

"that......"

The warm breath sprayed on the chin, and Fu Chenyan felt that his heart had missed half a beat.

"Hmm." The voice was inexplicably hoarse.

Bian Cong slowed down, exhaled lightly, and then slowly raised his head, but as soon as he moved, he didn't dare to move.

Because he felt as if the tip of his nose had touched something, it was soft and hot.

If you guess correctly.

this location.

It should be Fu Chenyan's lips.

ah! !Bian Cong roared in his heart!

Who can help me! !

This damn close contact! !

Mom help! !

Bian Cong felt that the breath on his forehead was disturbed, he silently took a deep breath in his heart, then slowly lowered his head and left his lips.

Form is emptiness Form is emptiness Form is emptiness.

Bian Cong closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.

In the dark, Fu Chenyan rolled down his Adam's apple, and then lightly licked his lower lip.

The sounds from outside seemed to have passed.

Bian Cong opened his eyes and said again: "Fu Chenyan?"

"Ah."

His voice was low, like a voice coming from his chest.

"Is the person gone?"

Fu Chenyan didn't speak.

"have they gone?"

Fu Chenyan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Not yet."

"But there's no sound."

"They'll be back."

He mumbled his lips twice, "Okay."

Be quiet for two seconds.

Fu Chenyan said, "Bian Cong?"

"what?"

"you......"

"My heart is beating so fast."

Suddenly, Bian Cong's heart started beating wildly again.

Bian Cong panicked all of a sudden, he turned his head, and in his panic, his lips brushed Fu Chenyan's chin.

With a bang, Fu Chenyan seemed to hear the sound of his heart bursting.

The darkness magnifies hearing countless times.

"Fu Chenyan?"

"Ah."

"you......"

"My heart beats so fast, too."

Fu Chenyan was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was dry: "I was tired from running just now."

"me too."

"..."

Again fell into silence.

This space is so small and dark that Bian Cong's entire nostrils are filled with the smell of Fu Chenyan.

The cool mint flavor is inhaled into the lungs with a hint of coolness.

Inexplicably comfortable.

The air is quiet, and the cool breeze blows in through the gap, which relieves the heat of the two.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Chenyan said, "It seems to be gone."

Bian Cong hummed.

Fu Chenyan moved his head back a little, and distanced himself from him.

call--

Bian Cong breathed a sigh of relief.

But he was not relieved yet, when he saw Fu Chenyan, he suddenly froze for a moment.

His face seemed a little red.

"Fu Chenyan?" Bian Cong stared at him, "Why are you blushing?"

"..."

Fu Chenyan turned his head to the side, "Your face is also red."

"I, I," Bian Cong raised his hand to cover his face, "I'm freezing, it's too cold."

"Me too," Fu Chenyan explained unnaturally, "It's cold, freezing."

After a few minutes, the two squeezed their way out of the narrow shelter.

Bian Cong patted the dirt on his body, "Let's go."

Fu Chenyan hummed, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in front of him.

"Wait for me." Bian Cong followed him.

The two turned out of the alley and walked to the intersection, and were about to part ways when a group of people came in front of them.

"Yo, are you willing to come out? Brothers, it's hard to find."

"..."

Bian Cong turned his head, looked at Fu Chenyan, and said dryly: "Didn't you say you're leaving?"

Fu Chenyan also turned his head to look at him, "I was talking about just now."

"..."

"Is there any need to worry about this at this time?"

"It seems unnecessary."

"What should we do now?"

"beat."

The voice was about to fall, and Bian Cong felt a gust of wind brushing against his ears.

When he raised his head again, a howling sound came from one side.

Fu Chenyan's eyes were full of hostility, he picked up the baseball bat that fell on the ground, and said to Bian Cong, "Go to the side and hide."

Hide well? ?

Bian was never convinced, "What's the matter, you look down on me?"

"Can you fight?"

"...can fight a little."

"Come on then."

Fu Chenyan handed him the stick in his hand, threw down a sentence to protect himself, and rushed into the large group of people.

Fuck!

You fucking have tools!

Stop pretending at this time! !

"Damn it! I really think I'm a vegetarian."

While raising the stick from his hand, he solved the two rookies in front of him.

"Fu Chenyan! Watch out for your back."

Hearing the sound, Fu Chenyan glanced back from the corner of his eye. He tilted his head to avoid the stick that was coming at him. Then he turned around, grabbed the man's arm, twisted it back, and then pushed his knee against it. The man groaned and knelt down with a plop.

"Fuck! Handsome! Awesome!"

Fu Chenyan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Thank you."

"You're fucking modest." Bian never couldn't help laughing.

While quickly solving the few around him, he ran over to help Fu Chenyan.

"Fu Chenyan! Kick him, chirp."

"..."

With quick eyes and quick hands, Fu Chenyan kicked the opponent's lower abdomen.

The man wailed on the ground in pain and shouted: "You don't talk about martial arts when you fight!!"

"You know what a fart!" Bian shouted at him from the panic, "This is called tactics! Veteran!!"

There are many opponents, and there are only two of them. It is not an option to fight like this.

Bian Cong glanced at Fu Chenyan, he had consumed too much energy, and he would suffer a loss if he continued to fight.

Suddenly, he moved his ears, as if he heard something, and then shouted into the distance: "Uncle Policeman! Help! We are here!"

The punks stopped immediately and looked into the distance.

"Who the hell are you fooling?"

"Are you deaf? Don't you have long ears? Can't you hear?" Bian Cong asked three times in a row, and then continued, "Let me tell you, I have already called the police, and the police will be here soon."

"You think I'm stupid? Do you dare to call the police?"

"Aren't you an idiot? Put your dog ears up and listen carefully. The sound has already come. If you don't run away, it will be too late, big brother!"

The opposite side was obviously a bit chaotic, and a group of people looked left and right, chattering.

In the panic, someone said, "It's true, I heard the voice, run away!!"

"Run, run, run."

"Wait for me from your mother! This thing is not over!!"

After speaking, a group of people ran away without even taking their tools.

"Don't worry!" Bian Cong shouted at them, "Your grandfather, I will always wait for you."

"Xiang, fight with me, I can't beat you to death!"

"Are you hurt?" Fu Chenyan came over and asked after seeing people running away.

"This group of people can't hurt me," Bian Cong said, "How about you, are you okay?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head.

"You called the police?"

"No."

"That voice?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe we were lucky, and just happened to meet the police," Bian Cong said, "Who knew that group of people were so courageous, they ran away when they heard the sound."

Fu Chenyan nodded, and just as he was about to say something else, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his phone, looked at the caller ID, and connected.

Bian Cong brushed his hair twice, waiting for Fu Chenyan to finish answering the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Chenyan picked up the baseball bat that the gangster had dropped just now, and said, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Hey? Why are you going?"

Fu Chenyan didn't speak, and left with a stick.

Bian Cong stood there in a daze, watching Fu Chenyan's back gradually blur.

Bian Cong didn't realize it until he entered the corner.

Why did the look in his eyes just now give people the feeling that he was going to kill someone?

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