Dumb painter giants grudge

"Wen Rang, what's wrong with you, why did you stop?" Ajie supported Akai with difficulty.

The eyes of several people followed Wen Rang's gaze, and finally fell on He Shishen who was opposite him.

Song Li pushed his glasses, turned to Wen Rang and said, "Did you ask Mr. He to pick you up?"

Wen Rang still stared at the person across from him without moving.

He Shishen looked into Wen Rang's eyes, and also stood there motionless.

"Ah Li, who is Wen Rang and the one opposite?" Ajie asked in a low voice.

Song Li glanced at He Shishen casually, and said, "It's... Wen Rang's acquaintance."

"Oh." Ajie felt something was wrong.

"Then do you want me to take you back?" Song Li lowered his head slightly, and said in Wen Rang's ear.

He Shishen couldn't help clenching his fists as he watched this scene.

Wen Rang shook his head, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned sideways to avoid the eyes of the person opposite, and lowered his head to type.

"You guys go back first, let's get together again on a certain day, let Song Li take you back, I won't be with you." Ajie read out the words on the phone screen word by word.

Wen Rang turned around and nodded to Song Li again, Song Li sighed, "Okay then, I'll send them back, then you... go back early, call me if you need anything."

Then Song Li and Ajie supported Akai and left first. After Wen Rang watched several people get into the car, he turned his gaze back.

Taking advantage of this time, He Shishen had already walked behind Wen Rang.

"Wen Rang, I..." He Shishen's complexion was extremely bad, looking very uncomfortable.

Wen Rang shook his head, bypassed He Shishen and left.

"Where are you going?" He Shishen looked flustered, and quickly grabbed the other's hand, "Come home with me, okay?"

Wen Rang stopped and tried to shake off the opponent's hand.

As a result, He Shishen hugged each other directly from behind, causing passers-by to look at the two of them frequently.

"Don't go, you come home with me, I'm sorry, Wen Rang, don't go." He Shishen tightly circled the other party, not giving him a chance to break free, and said eagerly, "Please, don't go ..."

More and more passers-by looked over and felt a little embarrassed by the smell.

"Can we talk about it, don't go, I've been looking for you, can you not go..." He Shishen was still talking, his voice began to choke, "Come home with me, please I beg you."

Wen Rang saw that someone even stopped to look at the two of them, and nodded helplessly.

"Really."

Wen Rang nodded again, and tried hard to break free from the other party, only then did He Shishen let go of him, and forcibly led Wen Rang to the side of the car.

Opening the car door, Wen Rang got into the passenger seat, and He Shishen pulled on the seat belt first before turning back and opening the driver's door to get in.

Wen Rang also saw the bouquet of flowers on the back seat through the rearview mirror.

The night market was not only crowded with people, but also crowded with traffic. He Shishen turned around twice before driving out onto the road.

Wen Rang leaned against the car window, and suddenly remembered that his bag was still in Song Li's car.

"What are you thinking?" He Shishen's tone was still eager, "We'll be home soon."

In fact, Wen Rang doesn't really want to go back. He always feels that there is a prison in his heart, and he is imprisoned wherever he goes.

He Shishen was also embarrassed, and because of his shame, he didn't dare to speak any more along the way.

Wen Rang was glad that he didn't drink too much, otherwise he didn't know what would happen today.

When he was about to arrive at Fuda Garden, Wen Rang's phone in his pocket vibrated a few times.

It was the news from Ajie that they had all arrived at the residence safely, and there were also several messages from Song Li, saying that his bag had been left in the car and asking him what to do.

Wen Rang went back and asked Song Li to mail it to him another day, no need to trouble, but in fact, Wen Rang just hoped that Song Li would not meet him alone again.

"Got home."

After getting out of the car, Wen Rang felt a little cold when he saw that he had only left the house for a few days.

He Shishen took the initiative to hold the other party and walked home again. After entering the courtyard, Wen Rang felt that the house was empty, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

He opened the door, and before turning on the light, He Shishen hugged the other party, and buried his head deeply in the other's shoulder.

Wen Rang gently pushed the other party, but finally stopped and let the other party hold him.

"I've been looking for you like crazy..." He Shishen murmured, "I was wrong, I regret it, don't go, I beg you not to go..."

Wen Rang snorted and dropped his hands.

He Shishen raised his head slowly, rubbed his lips against the corner of the opponent's mouth, and then stopped.

"Are you smoking?" He Shishen couldn't see the other person's expression clearly in the dark.

"Why did you suddenly smoke? Or?"

He Shishen's heart skipped a beat, because he clearly remembered that Wen Rang didn't smoke, and secondly, Song Li smoked.

——————— Did he learn from Song Li?

-------then what?

"How did you learn to smoke?" He Shishen asked urgently, holding the other person's face, "Are you hiding something from me?"

It's okay if you don't say the latter sentence, once you say it, you will...

"Oh, mobile phone..." He Shishen quickly took out his mobile phone, "You type and answer me, okay?"

Wen Rang pushed the opponent away with a palm. He Shishen took a few steps back. Wen Rang fumbled for the switch by the wall. Two seconds later, the room was lit up.

The two just met their eyes.

"..." He Shishen stepped forward and hooked the opponent's hand.

Hearing it made him feel very twisted, and he couldn't describe the feeling and response.

"Why are you smoking?" He Shishen lowered his head and looked at the other person's eyes, "Tell me."

Wen Rang didn't want to answer the other party's question, so he shook off the other party's hand again, and went upstairs over the other party.

"Don't go! Make it clear!" He Shishen pulled the opponent back, forced him against the wall, blocked his lips, and lightly picked the opponent's palate with the tip of his tongue.

Smell let the few remaining alcohol and tobacco smell fight together.

He Shishen didn't know much about cigarettes, and he didn't know if the smells of each brand would be very different, but at this moment, he smelled the same smell as the one Song Li smoked before. .

Wen Rang looked away and interrupted the insincere kiss.

"Did Song Li teach you to smoke?" He Shishen pinched the shoulders of the other party and asked, "Your cigarettes smell exactly the same, tell me if you do."

"Is it because of him, huh?"

Wen Rang snorted and broke off the opponent's hand.

"What do you mean? Did he teach you to smoke?" He Shishen's voice trembled, and there seemed to be a knife in his eyes, "Or did you kiss him with the smell of cigarettes?"

you kissed him

Wen Rang was in disbelief, and he slapped He Shishen across the face without hesitation.

With a loud sound, He Shishen turned his face sideways and didn't react, his face was burning with pain.

"You... hit me for him?" He Shishen's eyes seemed to fluctuate, and he looked at Wen Rang in disbelief.

Wen Rang didn't expect him to make a move so quickly, the hand dropped and trembled.

"What's going on between you and him, I don't know, Wen Rang." He Shishen's voice seemed stagnant.

Wen Rang leaned back slightly, pressing his fingers against the wall.

Was there anything between him and Song Li?Smell so that I do not know.

"Are you really... just treating him as an ordinary friend?" He Shishen suddenly punched him and hit the wall, "Did you really have nothing before and now? Tell me..."

"You guys, have you... Don't hide it from me."

Wen Rang raised his hand and almost slapped him a second time, but he still stopped in mid-air.

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, it was He Shishen who grabbed the opponent's wrist and aimed at his own face to hit him.

"If you want to fight, I will let you fight."

As he said that, He Shishen wanted to hold the opponent's wrist and give another palm, but Wen Rang withdrew his hand forcefully.

"You misunderstood the relationship between me and Jiang Lele, I will explain it to you immediately, and I also fired him... But you, you kept it from me, and met Song Li so many times... You drank and smoked with him, and got contaminated with other things. The man came back full of smell and slapped me because of him, Wen Rang, is your heart really so hard?"

He Shishen's voice was so hoarse.

———— Am I hard-hearted?

Wen Rang bowed his head and smiled wryly, laughing that the other party didn't understand anything, and laughing that the other party just clarified Jiang Lele's matter in this way.

"Is that how you smile at me?"

"You don't smile like that at others today."

"Wen Rang, what do you take me for?"

Wen Rang felt even more amused when he asked this question. It was obvious that the other party took him here on his own initiative. Now he would ask this question, who is the person in that cage?

Wen Rang didn't want to stay here anymore, he turned his back on He Shishen, but was stopped by He Shishen again, picked up the whole thing and threw it on the sofa.

"!" Wen Rang was filled with anger, and pushed the opponent's lowered body vigorously, "呵..."

He Shishen kissed all the places, but for the first time, he didn't kiss that lip.

Even if they don't have anything, but there is a little taste of Song Li, he, He, doesn't want to accept it.

The buckle of the belt slammed onto the coffee table with a crisp sound, and the shirt touched one side. Wen Rang's struggle knocked over the old tea that had been lingering on the side of the coffee table for a long time. The water flowed onto the floor and wet the shirt again.

Wen Rang's nails seemed to scratch a hole in the sofa, he had never resisted the other party so much.

One time was not enough, He Shishen carried the other party back to the room again.

Wen Rang seemed to be enduring some humiliation, he didn't say a word, he never murmured at all, and his throat was tightly stuffed.

The more this happened, the more uncomfortable He Shishen became, and the more he couldn't put out the fire, he was trying to get Wen Rang to make a sound to respond to him.

Until He Shishen himself lost the interest to continue, Wen Rang didn't make any sound.

"bath."

He Shishen carried him into the bathroom, put him in the bathtub, and turned on the hot water.

The bathtub had already been replaced, and it was large enough to accommodate two people, but He Shishen just squatted outside the bathtub, wiped each other's face and back, and rubbed each other's hickeys with his fingertips.

Wen Rang had already lost his strength and was in great pain. He was soaked in the water like a dead body, half-closed his eyes, and his eyes were empty.

Why is it so.

Why can't I say anything.

He didn't sleep well that night, He Shishen didn't dare to fall asleep, for fear that Wen Rang would disappear again while he was asleep.

He Shishen felt as if he had slept with the dead body all night.

[The author has something to say: There are still [-] words left to finish, and it will be finished in about mid-January. 】