Poor little in the Shura field

Xueyu was a bolt from the blue.

He lost his ability to think, and just lay on his stomach like that, looking straight at the landlord with slightly wet eyes, in exchange for a meaningful raised eyebrow from the other party.

……what to do?What should I say?Should he get up first?

Xue Yu only had these in mind.

Perhaps because of the skills he has practiced for many years, Yan Jueshen has a strong sense of direction. He walked over and was a little dissatisfied with his friend's straightforwardness: "Well, how many times do you have to ask this kind of private matter?"

The landlord who was accused of paying too much attention to the couple's life raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if he couldn't bear to take his eyes off Xue Yu's body, and said with interest: "Your 'wife' has changed a lot after returning from a business trip."

Xue Yu bit her swollen lips, feeling like she couldn't breathe.

Yan Jueshen sat on the sofa, held Xue Yu's wrist that was shaking non-stop, did not think deeply about why it was shaking, and why his "partner" was so quiet at this moment: "Changed?"

The landlord smiled again, his face was handsome and flamboyant, his smile should be very eye-catching, but no matter how Xue Yu looked at it, he felt like a creepy smile from a thriller.

He had never encountered such a situation where he was going to be cold at the beginning, and let Yan Jue rub his hands deeply, waiting for a knife to fall.

He didn't know how much he looked like a small animal now, a small animal that only ate grass, his lacquered eyes were bright, his hair was messy like black ink, and his expression unconsciously showed a pleading look.

What are you begging for?

Begging him not to tell Yan Jueshen that he is a fake?

"correct."

Amidst Xue Yu's slightly pale face, the landlord replied in a dragged tone: "Become a little cute."

Xue Yu: "..."

Xue Yu has been described with this word repeatedly since he was dragged into the world, and now he can skillfully ignore it, he just wonders if this person is helping him and why he is helping him.

The landlord went on to say: "But I have become less talkative, and I didn't say hello when I saw me, because I interrupted your good business, are you angry?"

This sentence not only brought a question that needed to be answered at the end, but even the meaning of the sentence was oblique and oblique, making Xue Yu speak, as if she wanted to hear his voice very much.

Xue Yu doesn't want to say that kissing is something that requires a lot of physical strength, even though he doesn't even need to move, just open his mouth and let the man control him, he is still too tired to make a sound.

But the landlord kept looking at him, and Yan Jueshen, who was pinching him, had no intention of smoothing things over for him.

"Not angry." Xue Yu could only open her mouth to speak, her voice was crisp and soft like being kissed hoarse.

He saw that the landlord was obviously taken aback.

Maybe it was because his voice sounded familiar.

After a while.

From the growing interest in his eyes and the muffled laugh that he couldn't hold back even though he tried his best, Xue Yu deduced that he might have guessed the whole thing, including how he went to the wrong place and how he was caught. Stopping the offending person, I guessed it.

Xue Yu pursed her lips.

He was thankful that the landlord didn't expose him, but at the same time he couldn't put himself in his shoes and wonder why the landlord chose to hide it when he found out that his good friend had kissed the wrong person.

... This is too strange.

The landlord took off the key wrapped around his index finger, and smiled on his lips, "It's fine if you don't get angry. Although it was interrupted, you can continue at night. By the way, I don't know where the drink is, and it's inconvenient for my eyes. Can you help me?" I take it?"

Xue Yu: "..."

He doesn't know where it is either.

At this moment, Yan Jueshen took care of the work in a gentlemanly manner, he put Xue Yu's hand back on the sofa, and said: "He is tired, I'll go get it."

Under the narrow eyes of the landlord, the man got up and walked towards the kitchen.

There were only two people left in the living room, Xueyu's knees were sore and numb, he lay down on the sofa for a while before remembering his current posture, his whole body was burning violently, as if he was ashamed to see others, he turned his face away from where the landlord couldn't see side.

It doesn't matter if you go to the wrong place, it's like being kissed so much that you can't take care of yourself.

He wants to die.

Leaning against the wall, the landlord deliberately lowered his voice, so as not to scare away the vigilant cat on the sofa, "Are you still renting my house?"

Xue Yu felt that he was asking too much, and raised her eyelids feebly, and said numbly: "Zhi, I just went to the wrong place, didn't you also guess it."

The landlord laughed again, a muffled laugh trembling in his chest, he touched the silver ring on his ring finger, and lazily said: "Okay, I've drawn up the contract, you can take the time to sign it online, here is the key. "

Xue Yu sat up slowly, took the key, hesitated to speak.

The landlord looked at his slightly swollen lips and his face with fingerprints, "What do you want to ask?"

Hearing these four words, Xue Yu endured the embarrassment of numbness in her scalp, and asked in a low voice: "Why can't your friend distinguish his own partner? I have said many times that I am here to rent a house, but he doesn't listen and thinks I'm annoyed with him."

The landlord stopped touching the silver ring.

Why else.

Of course, because he was pretending, even blindness.

As Yan Jueshen's friend, he doesn't need verbal communication and straightforward explanations. He just needs to think a little bit, and he can figure out the cause and effect. Yan Jueshen is very interested in Xueyu, very much.

Xue Yu's face was beautiful but embarrassed, guided by those eyes, he was almost about to tell the truth: "He—"

"There's only beer." After he blurted out a word, Yan Jueshen just came out of the kitchen, holding a bottle of steaming wine in his hand.

The landlord's words naturally had no room to continue, he glanced at Xue Yu, took the bottle of wine, "Beer is also fine, quench your thirst."

Yan Jueshen nodded his chin lightly, and sat down next to Xue Yu on the sofa again, "I'll give you the wine too, my wife and I have something to settle, let's go slowly."

Xue Yu: "..."

"Follow me in such a hurry."

The landlord raised his brows playfully, looked at Xue Yu who wanted to sit far away but was hugged tightly, with a speechless expression, and smiled lightly: "Okay, then don't bother me."

He was not sloppy, with the beer bottle clasped on his skinny joints, wet from the air-conditioning that turned into water when it met the heat, he shook his hands a little, and walked towards the door. Before he opened the door and left, he looked at Xue Yu from the corner of his eye. .

Xue Yu shrank into a ball cramped and flustered, her hands turned red from being pinched.

For a few seconds he wanted to stop and take Xue Yu out.

However, his unrestrained and casual style for more than 20 years, as well as his temperament of watching indifferently if his interests were not violated, with the strength of a scalper pulling a cart, he pulled back his dangerous thoughts. He looked back and walked out without hesitating.

There is no need to worry about it, it has nothing to do with him.

That's what he thought at the moment.

……

The most tangled thing Xue Yu has ever experienced is now.

After the landlord left, his expectation was to move out the original owner's ID card and his growth experience from childhood to adulthood to clarify that he was not his partner, but just an innocent passing by.

In the second step after clarifying, he would open his mouth like a lion and ask Yan Jueshen for a mental damage fee.

In the third step, he will tentatively ask Yan Jueshen if there is any job in his family that needs to be hired, and leave his contact information, so that when Xin Xiao comes back, it will be convenient for him to ask about tutoring.

But now he is a little hesitant.

The position he was sitting in was facing the bedroom, and he saw a table in the bedroom. On the table were stacks and stacks of papers bound with staples. He was too far away to see the contents clearly.

But all his heart went there.

What if that is the key information that can be used to judge the Ye family?

So Xue Yu had one more prediction.

First follow Yan Jueshen, drive him away, and then go into the bedroom to see if those papers have anything to do with the Ye family, if not, it's not too late for him to escape.

"Wife."

As if unwilling to be left out for too long, Yan Jueshen uttered a voice to grab his attention, and the smell of alcohol overflowed from his lips and teeth.

Xue Yu tightened her pants on her knees, forcing herself to take on this role, her brain dizzy and said: "Well, what, what?"

Because it was the first time she was the wife of a dove occupying a magpie's nest, Xue Yu felt morally ashamed and unbearable, her waist was almost burning when she was hugged, and her voice trembled weakly.

He didn't see the strange pause of the man next to him for a moment, and deep and unpredictable emotions flashed in those eyes that seemed to be empty.

After a long time, he hugged Xue Yu tightly, his Adam's apple moved slightly: "Do you still want to break up?"

Xue Yu's body was still a little sensitive, and he shivered when he was embraced by a big hand. He lowered his head, worried that a quick change of attitude would arouse suspicion, and finally gave an expressive reply: "...Let's talk."

Besides, the status quo is still maintained at the moment, so let's not break up.

So he was hugged and kissed again by the man who was obviously in a better mood.

"Well, you..."

Unprepared, Xue Yu squeezed the water out of his body with hasty kisses like raindrops, and swallowed the sweet water gleefully. He dazedly used his wrist to block the man, and after dozens of seconds, he trembled to the point of tears.

Regarding the matter of kissing, Xue Yu is not so unbearable that she wants to cry, after all, she didn't directly hurt the flesh, at most it would be a little uncomfortable.

However, Yan Jueshen was different.

Unlike every guy, he has no skills and licks too inside.

Xue Yu didn't dare to bite him yet, so she often choked on the mixed water.

Soft, moist tears fell on the man, causing Yan Jueshen to let go for a moment.

Xue Yu quickly pressed his shoulders, frowned pretending to be angry, and got down from his shockingly hard thigh: "Who told you to touch me? If there is another time, let's break up."

He wiped his face with his back to the man.

He also didn't see that the man's long and narrow eyes were filled with a depressive and cold undercurrent.

Yan Jueshen said: "I don't like to hear these two words."

Xue Yu was originally a fake partner, and her arrogance was very low, but she was annoyed by her kiss and said without hesitation: "Then be obedient and don't make me unhappy, there are so many good-looking boys outside, I can find a new one at any time .”

"..."

Under these nonsense of openly looking for a new man, Yan Jueshen tolerated it and said in a low voice: "Okay, I'm obedient."

After the kiss, the two parties felt completely different. Yan Jueshen was still unsatisfied, the heat in his bones and blood could not be calmed down, while Xue Yu breathed in uncomfortably.

Looks weak.

Need to eat something to recover.

Yan Jueshen calmed down and got up to go to the kitchen to cook something. His steps were slow and cautious, and he looked like a real blind man.

Before he had gone a few steps, a soft voice behind him stopped him: "Hello."

Xue Yu restrained her trembling body, and looked over at the long table in the bedroom, trying to push Yan Jueshen away, but after the word "Hello", he couldn't find a suitable address.

He recalled the plot of the original text, but he didn't understand Zhuang Xianting's character traits, so he couldn't guess whether his address to Yan Jueshen was nasty or uninteresting.

He was afraid of making a mistake, so he ignored the address, relying on the fact that the man couldn't see it, his eyes were almost glued to the table, and he pushed Yan Jueshen with a little force with the other hand, "You stink, go take a bath."

The spinal groove on the back of the man was covered with a soft touch like no bones.

Yan Jue was as tense as a rock.

He obeyed: "Okay, I'll go wash."

Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to look through the documents after the man entered the bathroom, he suddenly remembered something, how does a blind man take a bath?

He raised his eyes in trepidation, fearing that Yan Jueshen would fall down before entering the bathroom, or knock over something, which would endanger his life.

I almost want to go to Fuyan Jueshen.

Fortunately, none of these horrible associations happened. Although the man moved a bit slowly, he could move quite freely, and he knew the home he had lived in for more than a month, and he could skillfully avoid obstacles on the ground.

Soon, Yan Jueshen closed the bathroom door.

Should be fine, right?

Xue Yu didn't waste time, and immediately walked towards the bedroom lightly, it was the first time he did such a bad thing, his breathing was slightly short of breath, as if wrapped in layers of water film, soft and light.

The bedroom is decorated in dark gray tones, matching Yan Jueshen's gentle temperament. Personal items such as bed sheets and pillowcases are all soaked with the light mint smell of a man.

Xue Yu carefully stepped on the carpet and walked to the table.

The word guilty conscience fits his current state of mind very well. He pursed his swollen mouth, his heart beating violently, and he stretched out his hand to pick up a few documents on the table.

He glanced roughly, and the words that appeared the most were "shares", "Party A", "Party B", etc. There was no mention of Ye's family in a word, and it seemed to be an ordinary business contract.

Because it is a field that has never been involved before, Xue Yu felt dizzy, and went to the next file.

He was not slow, and he wanted to take a look at other rooms before Yan Jueshen came out, not to let go of every possibility.

The distance between the bedroom and the bathroom is not too far, so Xue Yu can hear the vague sound of water, and can infer what step the man has made, and when he will come out.

He maintained such vigilance for a long time, until he turned out a stack of paper rich in pictures and texts, and the Ye family was frequently mentioned on it, which made him slightly open his eyes and carefully read the lines.

And his brain, which cannot be vigilant and focused at the same time, devotes all his energy to reading comprehension.

[On July 7, a truck stopped at the door of Ye’s house. The driver got out of the car to carry the box, and the steward came out to get it. The outer skin of the package was a certain brand of fresh milk packaging, but after inspection, the package was suspected to be one of the ingredients of the virus injection. , for the following reasons...]

At the critical moment, Xue Yu held her breath.

When his eyes moved from the end of a line to the beginning of another line, his wrist was suddenly held by a cold hand.

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, and forgot to take a breath, being touched by something that didn't belong to him, made his shoulders connect with his slender arms, and his skin was covered with goose bumps.

"Why are you in my room?" Yan Jueshen couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, nor could he show any attitude on his expression, he only held Xue Yu's hand, and asked in a drunken voice.

Xue Yu's blunt and jet-black eyes widened.

He was a little embarrassed and a little confused.

Quickly put the information back in place and raised the eyelashes.

The man's gaze was still empty, he was close to him, and hugged his waist very smoothly, Xue Yu choked up slightly, and said bravely.

"Is it weird? It's almost time to rest now, I want to sleep."

Xue Yu thinks that this reason is very normal, and it is also tenable. If you are sleepy, go to the house to sleep, the logic that children understand.

But Yan Jueshen fell silent.

The silence at this time is not a good sign, Xue Yu's palms were sweating nervously, and she was thinking about what was wrong with the wording just now.

Until Yan Jueshen said, "You usually don't sleep in the same room as me."

Xue Yu: "?"

Xue Yu: "...!"

He was shocked and flustered, and he really couldn't figure it out, Yan Jueshen and Zhuang Xianting's relationship where they could kiss casually, actually slept in separate rooms?

The back of the man's hand on his waist raised restrained blue meridians, and he didn't speak, as if waiting for him to say something.

The waist tensed up stiffly, Xue Yu pressed against his chest and between his waist and abdomen, and slapped him in a guilty soft voice: "It's fine if you don't want to sleep with me, I'm going out now."

The man stopped him in time, and after drinking and taking a shower, his tone was a bit dragged: "If I understand correctly, you want to sleep with me tonight, so you come to my bedroom?"

Xue Yu tried hard to harden herself, and asked back: "No?"

Yan Jueshen said that he had a quarrel with Zhuang Xianting, so he offered to sleep with him because he wanted to end the cold war and reconcile, and the reason was reasonable.

"No, I'm a little happy."

"Then go take a shower again."

Yan Jueshen: "?"

From the corner of her eyes, Xue Yu stared at the unfinished documents on the table, feeling anxious, she opened her eyes and said nonsense: "You still smell a little bit, so I don't want to sleep with you."

It's not a refusal to welcome, nor is it playing hard to get, there is no sexual ambiguity, but I really want him to take a bath.

After saying a word, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and the fragrance of men's shower gel filled his mouth and nose.

Xue Yu was turned by the man's strong arm and easily changed direction.

He was leaning on the man on his back, with two arms half-embracing and half-embracing across his waist, Yan Jueshen naturally spread one hand in front of his eyes, "Honey, I'm going to peel off my skin after washing, look, my Your hands should be all red now."

"..."

Xue Yu glanced perfunctorily: "Oh, then I won't wash it."

If Yan Jue was forced to wash his hands deeply, his intentionality might arouse the suspicion of the man.

So he bit his lips tightly, his brain spinning rapidly thinking about what to do, he still had a lot of things to look at, including the information on the table, and the other two bedrooms, he felt that there must be information in Zhuang Xianting's room.

It's just that he wants to see it and it will take time, and Yan Jueshen must not be there.

How to do?

Xue Yu's head was full of tasks, and she didn't even notice the seriousness of sleeping with Yan Jueshen tonight.

Apart from the sound of water drops falling from the man's body and hitting the floor, there was no other movement in the bedroom.

Yan Jue hugged the person in his arms deeply and did not speak, but was actually waiting for what Xue Yu would say next.

He was a little curious about what unreasonable demands Xue Yu would make in order to distract him.

For this reason, it was rare for him to be patient, he didn't show any urgency, he just pressed his chin on the side of Xue Yu's neck, looking at the eyelashes that trembled slightly because of itching, it seemed very interesting.

What's more interesting is that the person he was holding pursed his lips at the moment, as if he had thought of a new method.

It's just that I don't know if this method is clever or not.

Yan Jueshen involuntarily made a gesture of listening attentively, and then he saw Xue Yu stretching out her hand.

With slightly pink fingertips, he pointed to the gray socks on the sofa, and then pointed to the suit jacket on the bed, "The bedroom is too messy to look at and I don't feel comfortable, you go and wash those clothes first, the sofa and the bed You have to wash your hands, wash your hands clean."

He flicked his fingers, his mouth was swollen and his eyes were wet, and he made unreasonable demands based on the fact that a man would not get angry at him, like a domineering villain. Wife.

"..."

Sensing that the people behind were too quiet, Xue Yu put away her flailing fingers, swallowed nervously, "Don't you want to?"

"Yes. I'm just waiting for you."

"... What are you waiting for me?"

Yan Jue hugged him deeply, the breath from the lips was slightly cool, with his smell, it fell on Xue Yu's ear pinna a little itchy, "When you asked me to do things before, you would hug my neck and kiss me ..."

When Xue Yu heard this sentence, her brain buzzed, but there was still an unfinished meaning behind it: "Then call me husband."

After a long pause, the man said again.

"Aren't you calling? It doesn't matter, I will wash if I don't."

"It's just a little sad."