no heaven

One morning, when Qin Ji was shaving in the bathroom, Ning Chen leaned over and kissed him when he was passing by, and then he made a big discovery.

"Uncle! You have gray hair, do you want me to pull it out for you?"

"White hair is a man's medal of merit, so why not pull it out?" Qin Ji stroked his shaved chin, and looked at himself in the mirror very smugly, "When I was young, I wanted to dye my temples white. You know the shape of Yang Guo, the sense of vicissitudes, tsk tsk tsk, handsome."

After speaking, he felt that it was not enough, so he clasped the back of Ning Chen's neck to ask Ning Chen to support his aesthetics.

Ning Chen didn't feel much about white hair, but was obsessed with the elderly Qin Ji.

It has to be said that the older the man, the more attractive he is. He loses his impetuosity and confusion, and only remains calm and firm. The moment he stands there, people feel inexplicably at ease.

In the past two years, Qin Ji's facial features have become sharper and sharper, and his temperament is less sharp than when he was young, but there is something thicker, as if a saber has finally entered its sheath, not that it is no longer sharp, but temporarily hidden. , It will still be the best knife in the game when it is pulled out someday.

"Handsome, handsome, uncle is the most handsome." Ning Chen boasted perfunctorily, opened his mouth to bite Qin Ji's Adam's apple, and put his hands dishonestly under the hem of his clothes to touch Qin Ji's chest and abdominal muscles.

"Tsk, it's so annoying early in the morning." Qin Ji pretended to complain.

All sorts of unseemly sounds soon came from the bathroom.

Another morning, after Fu Zhengyan finished washing, he was still looking in the mirror, not knowing what he was looking at, with a serious expression on his face.

Ning Chen passed by from behind, remembering Qin Ji's white hair that he saw that day, so he leaned over and found a few white hairs in Fu Zhengyan's hair.

"Uncle, do you have white hair too?"

Fu Zhengyan grasped the element of "yes" sensitively, his face turned pale, so he hummed, who would have thought that Ning Chen's next sentence would be——

"One, two... Wow! Uncle has six white hairs, two more than Uncle, awesome!"

Fu Zhengyan: "..."

Ning Chen: "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhengyan: "It's okay."

For the next whole day, Fu Zhengyan was a little depressed. Ning Chen thought that he was bothering about work in front of the computer, so he just played with his mobile phone carelessly by himself, and when he saw something interesting, he had to drag Fu Zhengyan to watch it. Fu Zhengyan had no choice but to hold him in his arms and let him settle down.

Ning Chen especially likes this feeling - Fu Zhengyan handles work at home, and he curls up in his arms to play with his mobile phone.

Unlike Qin Ji, who was as naive as a child when he got into a fight, Fu Zhengyan has always been mature and stable, and it seems that he hasn't changed in so many years, except that when he was in bed, he became more and more tricky, scheming and poisonous, different from his usual gentle appearance. If there are two people, but Ning Chen also likes it.

Just like tonight, Ning Chen didn't know what stimulated Fu Zhengyan, so he tortured him over and over again, and refused to shoot him several times when it was time to come, almost ruining Ning Chen.

A few days later, Fu Zhengyan came to pick Ning Chen up for dinner.

In the car, Fu Zhengyan asked Ning Chen, "Did you notice anything different about me today?"

Ning Chen was answering emails on his mobile phone, and glanced up: "Did you buy a new tie? It looks good."

Fu Zhengyan: "...this tie was available last year, let's take a closer look."

Hearing this, Ning Chen put down his phone and looked at Fu Zhengyan carefully.

Meticulous hairstyle, still handsome face with a bit of a monster look, no trace of age can be seen, neat suit, shiny leather shoes.

It's no different.

"Have you changed to a new aftershave? It really smells good, I like it."

"Of course you like it, because I used your aftershave today." Fu Zhengyan's forehead was throbbing with veins, "Let's see."

Ning Chen sensed the crisis, he held his chin seriously, and told Fu Zhengyan that he was only joking just now, and he will be serious from now on.

After being silent for a long time, Ning Chen suddenly clenched his fist and tapped his palm: "Oh! He is more handsome today than yesterday!"

"..."

"What's wrong? Uncle, are you angry?"

"No, what do you want for dinner?"

"Ah! I saw a recommendation from the Internet, saying that the foie gras is delicious..."

As night fell, street lights sped by and fell on Fu Zhengyan through the front glass of the car. His eyebrows and eyes showed a psychedelic beauty in the flickering light and shadow, like a fairy who finally showed its original shape at night.

Ning Chen fell silent while talking, Fu Zhengyan quickly glanced sideways at him, saw that he was staring at him intently, and asked, "What's the matter?" He thought he finally found out that his hair was dyed black.

Ning Chen came back to his senses, being restrained by the seat belt, he forced himself to kiss Fu Zhengyan's face: "Uncle, I love you so much."

Fu Zhengyan only felt a rush of heat rushing into his heart, and his whole body couldn't be more ironed. These days, he was so childish as to be self-centered and awkward.At the red light, he took Ning Chen's hand, put it on his lips and pressed a kiss: "I know."

Ning Chen acted like a baby dissatisfied: "What about you? Do you love me?"

"Love."

"Too perfunctory."

"Then how do you call it not perfunctory?"

Ning Chen leaned into Fu Zhengyan's ear and mumbled a few words, causing Fu Zhengyan to pinch his chin and grit his teeth to threaten: "Do you still want to eat foie gras later?"

Ning Chen laughed out loud.

Soon, the green light came on, the traffic flow gradually moved away, and the road ahead was smooth and unimpeded.