Romance Victory

Zhong Minggui waited quietly for 3 minutes, Bao Hui's voice gradually became quieter, and finally hummed with a bit of aggrieved nasal tone: "It hurts... let go, it hurts, fuck..."

"Pain?" Zhong Minggui asked.

"Hmm! It hurts!" Bao Hui's voice became a little louder.

"Where does it hurt?" Zhong Minggui asked.

"Hand hurts! Arm hurts! You..." The man could stretch and bend, Bao Hui swallowed back the last word, and moaned softly, "Let go. It really hurts..."

"It's right to hurt. You can't bear this pain, what else do you want to do? It hurts even more." Zhong Minggui finally let go of him, and flicked him on the forehead.

Bao Hui let out an "ah", covered his forehead, leaned against the wall, and glared at him angrily.

Zhong Minggui closed the toilet lid, pointed, and said, "Sit on it. I'll twist a towel for you to wipe your face and wake up."

With his face full of reluctance, Bao Hui walked over, making a gesture to sit down. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept paying attention to Zhong Minggui's movements. Seeing that his back was facing him, he turned around and rushed forward, sneaking up on him from behind!Following Zhong Minggui's action just now, he tried to cut the opponent's hand behind him.

He succeeded, succeeded for two seconds, before he had time to press against the wall, Zhong Minggui's foot kicked him backwards, and kicked his inner thigh hard, about a finger distance from the unspeakable place.

——Zhong Minggui deliberately grasped his sense of proportion, and didn't intend to really use up this kid, but Bao Hui didn't know, wow, he instinctively thought that the other party came for his dick, just because he was lucky or the other party was poor in accuracy, or What, what, this time there is a deviation.I can't tell the second time!Bao Hui quickly let go of the opponent and hid back.

But in the middle of hiding, Bao Hui felt unwilling, so he stopped his retreat, moved forward, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhong Minggui.

Zhong Minggui grabbed his hand and threw him to the side.Bao Hui suddenly fell to the ground.

Before he got up, Zhong Minggui simply pulled off the shower head, turned on the water, and aimed at him.

Bao Hui tried to stand up with his hands on his hands, but his hands slipped on the watery ground, and he fell more thoroughly than before, lying on the ground.

The cold-blooded and ruthless Zhong Minggui continued to rush at him.

Bao Hui struggled and finally sat up, hugged his head and shouted: "Don't rush! Don't rush! Fuck... tell you to fucking stop! Ahhhhhhh!"

Zhong Minggui pretended not to hear.

Bao Hui drank a lot of wine, and now his arms were broken, he was kicked, he was thrown, and he was drenched in water all over his head and body. His clothes were wet and stuck together, which made him very uncomfortable. Anxious, angry and aggrieved, he sat on the ground cursing and cursing, then suddenly let go of his hand, and cried loudly against the water column, howling: "You have the guts to kill me! Anyway, I don't want to live! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Woo!"

Zhong Minggui turned off the water tentatively, but he held the shower head in one hand and pressed the switch with the other, ready to continue to rush at the drunk kid at any time.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Zhong Minggui asked.

Bao Hui turned his head and hugged the toilet, resting his head on the toilet lid, weeping quietly.

Zhong Minggui took off his shoes and lightly poked his calf with his toes: "What's the matter? Young man, he's drunk and dying."

Bao Hui ignored him, and continued to hold the toilet and mourn quietly.

"Break in love?" Zhong Minggui continued to poke him with his toe.

Bao Hui opened his feet in disgust, then turned around and continued to hug the toilet.

Zhong Minggui retracted his feet and stood there looking at Bao Hui.

After a while, Zhong Minggui was about to ask if he was awake enough, but he choked up and said, "Get out, fuck off... don't want me..."

"Broken love?" Zhong Minggui sighed, "It's just a broken love, so I wouldn't make myself like this..."

Bao Hui ignored him and talked about family affairs on his own.

When Zhong Minggui heard this, he realized.The pain of a single parent child.

Bao Hui was complaining to himself, Zhong Minggui hung up the shower head, squatted beside him, and listened carefully.After listening for a while, seeing that Bao Hui gradually stopped talking, and only lowered his head and sniffed, he reached out and stroked his hair, then got up and wrung a towel to wipe his face.This kid dyed her hair, permed her head, added make-up, all-inclusive eyeliner, and engaged in visual arts.

Zhong Minggui wiped him twice first, looked at the towel, thought for a while, got up and went to the sink to get skin care lotion, poured it on his hand, applied it to Bao Hui's face little by little, rubbed it, rubbed it, and made it for him An emergency and simple version of makeup remover.

Bao Hui finally behaved, he didn't move or curse, and just looked straight at Zhong Minggui.Zhong Minggui closed his eyes when he told him to close his eyes, opened his mouth when he asked him to open his mouth, and raised his chin when he asked him to.

- very comfortable.This is Bao Hui's biggest feeling at the moment.He inexplicably liked the feeling of Zhong Minggui touching his face.

When it was almost done, Zhong Minggui got up and went to twist the towel again, and came back to wipe him the mixed dirt of lotion and makeup.Then wash the towel, then wring it dry and continue to wipe him.After repeating this several times, it finally became roughly refreshing.

Zhong Minggui pinched Bao Hui's chin, and wiped off the last bit of lipstick left at the corner of his mouth with the corner of the towel, and when he was done, he raised his eyes to look at Bao Hui's clean face.

Suddenly, Bao Hui grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding his chin.

Zhong Minggui didn't speak, and looked at him.

After a while, Zhong Minggui pulled his hand away, rubbed his hair again, and coaxed him very gently: "Okay, baby, help you go to bed, okay? After you sleep, everything will be fine."

Bao Hui looked at him for a moment, then suddenly hugged him, and said in a low voice, "Just treat it as fucking sympathy for me, and stay with me for a while... Today is my birthday, and my dad is on a blind date, and they don't even know it." looking at me...they don't want me anymore, I know they hate me...I'm so sick, Zhong...chong fucking thing..."

Zhong Minggui: "..." If I didn't have a good temper, I would hate you too.

Zhong Minggui was about to pull this little koala-like guy away, when the little guy murmured: "Uncle Zhong..."

"..."

Bao Hui's mind was in a daze, and he couldn't figure out what and what. He only had an intuition: he didn't want to lose the only heat source.He was so cold, so sad, so lonely, but the only source of heat was trying to get rid of him like everyone else.

He instinctively tried to find ways to retain the heat source, and unconsciously used a coquettish tone that he would not use when he was sober: "Uncle Zhong...you are the best, you are the fucking best in the world...you are the most handsome... ...Will you stay with me...I'm so fucking miserable...the last time my mother saw someone worse than me...it was the last time..."

Zhong Minggui: "..."

It's all about this, the children are so miserable, what can Zhong Minggui do, he is not hard-hearted.He could only hug Bao Hui and pat him.

After patting for a while, Bao Hui gradually became silent.He looked down and yelled softly twice, but Bao Hui didn't respond, his breathing was steady—he fell asleep.

It can be regarded as asleep.

Zhong Minggui breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat and trousers, wiped off the water with a dry towel, then helped him to the bed, covered the quilt, sat by the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, turning his head from time to time to see that he had been sleeping deeply, Then he got up and left.

……

Zhong Minggui didn't take that matter to heart. Later, because of Fu Jianwei, he and Bao Hui met again, and the other party didn't react strangely when he saw him. After careful observation, he probably didn't recognize him... probably At that time, I was really drunk, and I forgot all about it when I woke up.

That's fine, and saves unnecessary embarrassment.Zhong Minggui thought so.

Later, Fu Jianwei moved out, and Zhong Minggui stayed in N City at first solely to accompany Fu Jianwei, enrolling in a few courses to pass the time.Now it's almost time to finish the class, Fu Jianwei has almost come out of the haze, and can live here independently, his free soul is starting to be impatient...

He was packing his luggage and was about to run, when he heard the doorbell ringing suddenly, he went over to look, opened the door, and let Bao Hui in: "Why did you come here suddenly? Forgot that Xiao Fu doesn't live here anymore?"

"I'm here to look for you." Bao Hui said.

Zhong Minggui closed the door and looked back at him: "What do you want from me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Bao Hui asked.

"That's not true." Zhong Minggui smiled.

"But I do have something to look for you." Bao Hui said.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Minggui asked.

Bao Hui scratched his head and looked at him: "Hey, can I move here? The school is going to be on holiday."

"Okay." Zhong Minggui agreed without thinking, and then asked, "But you have to tell me what's going on. Didn't your father buy you a suite?"

"I sold that house...don't tell my dad!" Bao Hui urged nervously.

"I don't even know your dad, what do you say?" Zhong Minggui asked, "Why are you selling the house all of a sudden?"

"...There is something wrong, oops, don't ask, it's a private matter!" Bao Hui said impatiently.

Zhong Minggui frowned slightly, and asked worriedly: "Was it blackmailed or...?"

"No! Not at all! Don't guess." Bao Hui waved his hand, "You've lost all your mortgage stocks."

"Ah? What stock are you trading in all of a sudden?" Zhong Minggui asked in surprise.

"I can't fucking want to make money? Do I need to ask? Otherwise, my fucking stock trading is for charity?" Bao Hui asked angrily.

Judging from the current results, you are really doing it for "charity"... Zhong Minggui sighed, stopped poking him, and just said: "Okay, you can live here for as long as you want, this is my house, It's okay."

Bao Hui suddenly laughed triumphantly.But before laughing for more than ten seconds, Zhong Minggui went on to say: "Anyway, I plan to leave in a few days."

The corners of Bao Hui's mouth began to droop, and he stared at him and asked, "Where are you going? You will leave as soon as I come. What do you mean?"

"Ah? It's not interesting. If you don't come, I will go." Zhong Minggui spread his hands and said, "Xiao Fu doesn't need me to take care of it now. The world is so big, I will continue to look around, haha."

"Hah, you're big!" Bao Hui said angrily, "Isn't it my mother who lives here? Don't I need to take care of my mother? I need more care of my mother than Fu Jianwei!"

Zhong Minggui: "Huh?"

The author says:

Dai Xiaojing’s way of asking for attention: 嘤嘤嘤 [Poor] (Lu Bei: You’d better be normal)

Bao Hui's way of asking for attention: Quickly pay attention to Lao Tzu! [angry]