Poor little in the Shura field

Can a blind man tell exactly which of the many clothes is black?

Xue Yu is skeptical about this point, very skeptical.

He raised his round eyes and didn't speak, but the other two people present knew clearly what question he wanted to ask.

Yan Jue closed his eyes slightly to prevent any doubts from appearing in his demeanor. Thin sweat dripped from the winding curve of his back, soaking through the fabric that outlined his muscles, showing that he was not in a calm state of mind at the moment.

He can be regarded as a very good at pretending.

In such a situation where he couldn't explain, he breathed steadily and looked natural, as if he didn't see Xue Yu's questioning expression, and calmly handed the clothes to Xin Xiao.

Xue Yu licked his mouth lightly, probably because the shock of this scene was too strong for him, he instantly recalled some of the unusual and weird details that appeared on Yan Jueshen on weekdays.

Opening his lips, he almost couldn't help asking the man if he was pretending to be blind, but when he spoke, he heard the phone ring.

So his current focus quickly changed to, could the ringtone be from Zhuang Xianting?

Xue Yu's brain was stunned, temporarily throwing away the initial question, swallowing a little bit of meat, whispering to Yan Jue, "Maybe it's the reply letter that wants to open a shop, can you let me see it?"

"Okay, you can take it if you want to see it, don't ask me." The man's eyes swished over Xin Xiao, lowered his head, took out the phone from his pocket, and handed it to Xue Yu actively.

It's just that such a good attitude, following the current atmosphere, is essentially like a dog's leg behavior that will follow everything after making his wife angry.

Xue Yu looked down at the phone with a dry mouth.

With a tight heart, his blood supply returned to normal after seeing the text message, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "That person sent it, and he said thank you."

"It also said that the money would be paid back with interest within a year."

With his throat suddenly relaxed, his voice was muffled. After Xue Yu finished repeating the content to the man, he gently moved his fingertips, trying to turn off the screen, but in the process of moving, his hand accidentally rubbed against it.

Click on the photo album.

For Xue Yu alone, the photo album is the place where the most privacy is stored, and she will not let others see it easily.

Even if Yan Jueshen is blind, he may not know how to take pictures, and there are no photos in the album. His subconscious upbringing and habits make him want to quit immediately.

But his frantic movements quickly stopped.

Xue Yu opened her eyes wide, and a film made of water stains covered them, clearly printing out the dazzling and various strange photos on the top of the screen.

Perhaps it is more accurate to use large-scale "pornographic" to describe it.

Because the theme of every photo is kissing.

In fact, it is not uncommon for a man to have a few ulterior photos in his mobile phone. Xue Yu understands and respects them, and will keep them secret, as long as the subject of the photos is not him.

In the photo, he was lying face-on on the pillow, the tip of his wet chin was strangled, one shoulder was held by a big palm, and he kissed the man who was about to lie on top of him unconsciously.

The capture method is excellent, the lip is forcibly sucked out, and the tip of the watery tongue in another man's mouth is clearly captured.

And his waist was so sour and arched after being licked, and the water that slipped out of his mouth to wet the pillow like a flood.

Flavorful, eye-catching photo content.

The main character with a painful expression and a deep sleep.

If it weren't for these few photos, Xue Yu wouldn't have known that she had been kissed so many times with or without her knowledge, and I'm afraid the man drank a lot of water.

Yan Jueshen had seen all of them, and after being silent for a while, he still asked, "What's wrong?"

Xue Yu was like a stunned rabbit, she didn't know whether she was shocked that she didn't feel anything, or she was angry at the man for doing this, her wet breath trembled, "...what's the matter with the photos in your phone?"

Perhaps seeing Xue Yu's trembling mouth, Xin Xiao, who was standing not far away, walked over two steps, his brows frowning as if he was about to fight, and he bent over 1.9 meters, asking questions as if he was very curious. :"What picture?"

How could Xue Yu be so thick-skinned to show him these photos, squeezed the phone tightly, took a step back, and stopped her with a wet and trembling voice: "It has nothing to do with you, don't look at it..."

Xin Xiao always felt that the person in front of him would turn red with anger if he took two steps closer, so he immediately stopped and retreated to the base of the wall to confirm what he said: "Okay, I won't look."

Xue Yu bit her lip slightly, then turned her head to look at Yan Jueshen, her thick black and beautiful eyes were full of emotions, questioning his purpose, shock at seeing the photo, shame and indignation when she wanted to turn around and run away.

But according to Yan Jueshen's personality, he couldn't see this.

The man lightly folded his ten fingers, his empty eyes fell on the ground, and he calmly explained: "When the phone is locked, you can swipe right to bring up the camera interface. Even if you can't see it, you can easily press the camera button below."

Xue Yu frowned slightly: "I'm not asking how you took the picture, I'm asking, why did you take the picture?"

Whether the photos taken are for commemoration or other purposes, the basic condition is that the eyes can see them. If you can't even do this, it is meaningless to take pictures.

Xue Yu felt that her question was reasonable and not abrupt, after all these photos were related to him.

But the mood of the man in front of him changed dramatically.

Strands of black hair hung in front of his forehead, his long eyes were dark and dull, his fingers moved lightly, and the forbearable and fierce loss in his body seemed to break through the flesh and drown him completely.

He had to keep moving his throat to swallow this emotion.

It looked disappointed and sad.

This caused the situation to change suddenly, and the party at fault seemed to become Xue Yu.

The man's voice was hoarse, without questioning, he said in a declarative tone: "You forgot what the doctor said that day when you accompanied me to the hospital, right?"

Xue Yu was stunned.

He was most afraid of talking about the past, afraid that disaster would come out of his mouth, his eyelashes trembled blankly, and he said vaguely: "No, no, I remember..."

"you forgot."

Yan Jue's throat was dry, and she pointed out affirmatively: "You forgot that the doctor said that my eyes will recover sooner or later."

"I want to see those photos later."

"Because you always talk about breaking up, and you don't care about me, and now you forget about my situation. I'm afraid that one day we will really separate, and at least there will be nostalgia."

There was a slight whiteness on the man's lips. As he spoke, there was a trembling airflow permeating the air. The backs of his hands were tense, with intertwined veins stretched out, as if there was some unbearable emotion.

It seems that Xue Yu hurt him very much.

Xue Yu was so shocked that he forgot to blink his eyes. He has never been in a relationship, but he has never eaten pork and seen pigs run away. Forgetting important information about a partner is often the cause of quarrels in a relationship.

He pressed his index finger nervously, his heart beating so fast that his blood flowed faster, and tremblingly tried to make up for it: "I didn't, I was a little scared when I saw it for a while, I remember all that."

Yan Jueshen remained silent, endlessly silent.

"Yan Jueshen, you're almost ready." Xin Xiao listened from beginning to end, and his tail was blown to the top of his head.

He doesn't know the content of those photos, but he can also see that Yan Jueshen is using the information gap and Xue Yu's soft heart in an attempt to get away with it.

He knew it all, but he couldn't interfere, at least not blatantly.

This belongs to Yan Jueshen's private life.

Yan Jueshen would not pay attention to a child with no hair on his face, he hugged his soft little wife, his throat that lacked lubrication sank, and he whispered in a low voice: "I'm not angry, Just hug it."

Xue Yu was afraid of revealing her secrets, so she was extremely docile when hugged by a man, even her thin arms and legs became softer, just hugging her could make people lose their souls and thirst.

He lay his fingers on the man's arm, not wanting to be looked at by Xin Xiao, so he deliberately turned around in the man's arms, slightly pursed his lips, and said frightenedly, "I know you're a little sensitive."

"But I won't really break up. When your eyesight recovers, I will still be there. You can see me, there is no need to look at the photos, so can you delete them all?"

"There are so many thieves now. If your mobile phone is stolen, these photos will be seen by others. I don't want to."

Yan Jue leaned heavily on his shoulders, with a sleepy expression, as if unwilling but afraid that he would get angry, so he could only say in a low voice: "...OK."

Xue Yu didn't even hesitate when she heard the words, and he was hugging her with great difficulty to select and delete all the photos, and even deleted all the photos in the recycle bin. The whole process only took a few seconds, which shows how shameful these photos are. .

It wasn't that hot on Xue Yu's body after the photos were deleted. He curled his fingers, opened and closed his mouth, and finally asked, "Are your eyes getting better soon? I saw you just now, and you know which clothes are Black."

The question was reserved, but in fact Xue Yu still doubted the reality of his blindness, after all the whole thing was too unbelievable.

"No."

Yan Jue paused for a moment, and his face turned pale again in depression: "I didn't know that the dress was black, I just took one casually, and wanted to send Xin Xiao away quickly, maybe I got it just by chance."

"There is such a probability, isn't it?"

As if sensing the silence of the person in his arms, Yan Jueshen's lips straightened.

He was powerless to let go of the hands that were folded in front of Xue Yu, and even making a fist was difficult and slow, and he said in a faint voice: "You forget my situation, and you still don't believe me now."

It was a very strange scene, he was a head taller than Xue Yu, like a carnivore that gnawed skin and bones, but people comforted him in turn, Xue Yu couldn't help pursing his lips, and weakly defended: "I didn't say that I don't believe it..."

Although his suspicions were not completely dispelled, he thought that Yan Jueshen had no reason to lie to him, because he and Yan Jueshen didn't know each other at all.

Seeing that the man was still sad, Xue Yu took a deep breath, "What do you think? How can you feel that I don't believe you?"

Two days ago, when Yan Jueshen was also suspicious, at that time he only made trouble for no reason and didn't dare to continue, Xue Yu thought it would be the same this time.

But Yan Jueshen moved his throat slowly, and said reservedly: "I want to kiss you once on the balcony, and I will believe it after kissing."

Xin Xiao: "..."

This goddamn old dog than.

Of course Xue Yu would not agree.

When there are only two of them, he is unwilling, unwilling, and even less likely to agree to the open balcony facing many floors.

Of course Yan Jueshen was just talking.

He knows how to handle Xue Yu, whether it's to coax him into something, or to do something based on his soft heart, there must be a limit, if you pass it, it won't work.

In the end, he only coaxed Xue Yu to take the initiative to hug him, and then turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.

After the meal, Yan Jue held Xue Yu's wrist deeply, and naturally led him back to his bedroom.

Xue Yu twisted her wrist, not wanting to sleep with him, she frowned and wanted him to let go, his cell phone rang again, Xue Yu immediately stopped struggling, and blinked at him.

The mouth moved, and the voice was so small that it sounded like a mouth shape, "Who is it?"

The man is used to being checked by Xue Yu all kinds of distrust these days, he is also very worry-free, he consciously turns on the screen to show Xue Yu, and only after Xue Yu sees a strange name on it, he holds the phone Go to the window and answer the phone.

The phone beeped twice, and Yan Jue turned his eyes sideways to see Xue Yu lying on the bed, her waist sunken into a mountain-like arc, her throat was pressed, and she spoke to the microphone after a while: "Hello?"

"idiot."

The voice over there was like a spring breeze, as warm as water. Just listening to the voice alone, one would think that he was a very gentle and reliable person, but he was not polite in his words: "What do you mean by sending that kind of message? And let Xin Xiao send it to you?" you read."

Yan Jueshen's expression changed.

Yan Jueshen has been in Vanity Fair for so many years, but he is actually the type with a bad temper.

He is most annoyed by people with an unidentified sense of superiority and double-faced people, and the guy on the opposite side has all of these two things. He endured the nausea of ​​nausea, and his voice was unprecedentedly cold: "It's none of your business, let's get down to business, hurry up."

Xue Yu was lying on the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer, trying to see if there was a charger inside.

Hearing this voice, he turned his head and looked a little strangely.

Yan Jueshen kept his expression natural, and tried his best to listen to the other party calmly: "First thing, I still have three days to go back."

"Second thing, Xin Xiao got into trouble, he—"

"Let's talk later." Yan Jueshen interrupted hastily, with a slight change in tone.

On the bed, the man with fair skin and thin legs took out a Polaroid from the drawer, and then took out the photo pressed underneath, his round eyes were wide open, and his mouth was slightly opened by a gap of a finger.

Yan Jueshen walked over with his back stiff: "Honey, I heard you looking through things, what are you looking for and tell me."

Xue Yu stared at the photo. He was lying on the pillow with his lower lip pressed and his mouth parted. He said in a low voice, "I think you should first tell me why there is such a photo in your drawer."

Yan Jueshen threw the phone aside, his eyelids twitched twice, and his voice was a little stiff for the first time, "I can explain, the other day I wanted to see if I could use it, so I took it out and took a picture, only one, really... ..."

"I was wrong." He followed up with an apology.

The photo was suddenly crumpled into a ball.

Xue Yu held the ball, shy and hot, he really didn't know what to say, Yan felt deep, and didn't bother to say it, for fear of being abducted from thinking again in the end.

All he knew was that he could never sleep in the same bed with Yan Jue tonight.

But the question is, if he doesn't sleep here, where can he sleep?

He can't sleep with Zhuang Xianting either.

Yan Jueshen stretched out his hand to hold Xue Yu's wrist, and spoke faster than usual, "Wife, where are you going?"

Xue Yu, who had already decided to take her ID card to live outside, withdrew her hand: "Don't worry about it."

He put on a coat, walked out of the bedroom with a blushing face, and continued to walk in a hurry until he walked out of the house.

boom--

Yan Jue stood stiffly in place, listening to the sound of the security door slamming shut outside, his brain was unable to respond usefully, and it took two or three seconds before he began to think.

He was a little unsure.

Not sure if this is the case now... He made Xue Yu so angry that he ran away from home.