Dedicated to spoiling young masters

015

Taste this kind of thing, it may also be innate.

Looking at Wen Youle's house, Che Yan had to dig into the meaning of the word ruin.

The magazine on the coffee table seemed to have been ravaged/ravaged, with missing pages, maybe Wen Youle tore it up indiscriminately because he had a bowel movement and had no time to find toilet paper.

Paper cups are used for drinking water, and paper cups are also used for shaking cigarette ash.

So Che Yan simply held the paper cup he drank from in his hand.

Pants, clothes, and socks are piled up on the sofa, like a burial place for clothes, and people's buttocks dare not fall on it.

So Che Yan tore the paper and sat on the ground.

"You said he threw himself on you?"

Wen Youle bluffed evilly, not caring that his house was being rejected, he also sat on the ground with his dirty clothes under his buttocks.

After communicating a few words, I found that this man is very old-fashioned and likes to speak exaggeratedly. Che Yan frowned and corrected his meaning.

"It's not fluttering, it's an accidental fall."

"Tsk tsk..." Wen Youle laughed even more lewdly: "Did you not fall asleep because of that blow?"

The biggest saving grace of this man is that he can always speak people's minds, as if that is his specialty. It is undeniable that everyone has something to shine, that's why Che Yan sat down and chatted with him more and more.

"I just find it awkward." Che Yan said, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"It's not awkward, it's just a swaying heart." He teased, "It means that you were really fierce before, so that you would stay up all night if you just touched each other. This also means that your feelings are deeply rooted in your bones!"

I always feel that his words are watery. I don't know if they are credible. Che Yan is judging and thinking. In short, his words are not convincing.

Wen Youle thought this young man was fun from the very beginning, but now it's even more fun. It's interesting to see this young man in love.

After living in a noisy life for a long time, I wanted to meet people who were different. People like Che Yan were exactly what he liked to be close to.

He wiped his mouth and smiled, and said, "Hey, what on earth are you thinking?"

"What?" Che Yan raised his head, a little dazed.

"Pfft..." Wen Youle couldn't help laughing, and after a while he said in a serious manner: "What do you think of him? You can't just mess around by yourself. Insomnia is not a problem."

He spoke normally, but it made Che Yan a little uncomfortable. Thinking back to what happened last night, he felt bored again, and said without a clue: "I don't know either."

"It's really troublesome, then sleep with him." Wen Youle simply suggested.

"No." Che Yan immediately vetoed, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Is he out of shape?" Wen Youle asked.

Che Yan shook his head.

"It doesn't suit your appetite?"

Che Yan shook his head again.

Wen Youle clapped his hands together: "That's it, since the appearance and body are up to standard, what are you thinking about?"

Not on the same channel at all, Che Yan said anxiously: "I don't know!"

"Axi!" Wen Youle was completely convinced: "Then what do you want?"

"Why don't I move out!" Che Yan suddenly thought, "Yes, we'll be fine if we don't live together."

Wen Youle's eyes of extreme contempt appeared again, and after staring at him for a long time, Che Yan's whole body trembled.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

After a long time, Wen Youle said: "Can you have a moral bottom line? They didn't provoke you and let you do everything, and you still ran away from home!"

Your uncle, Fang Donglin, are you your own father? You always speak for him. Can moving and running away be equated? Che Yan was so angry that he swallowed the water in his hand, and couldn't say a word.

Wen Youle continued: "I'm just speaking to be fair. You think you are cohabiting legally. What does he think when you move out? The key is that your method will not solve the problem at all."

"Then how can we solve the problem?" Che Yan raised his voice this time, and realized that he didn't need to be too polite when talking to Wen Youle: "You asked me to sleep with him again? Did you charge him money? Talk to him everywhere."

Wen Youle's eyes widened, and there was a look of innocence on Xie Shuai's face: "Yeah, don't talk nonsense, all I do is one-off deals."

"So how much did you charge him?" Che Yan asked bluntly.

"Haha..." Wen Youle laughed so hard that tears fell down. This young man's speech was quite a bit shocking, especially when he was serious. Oh, Brother Le died.

Che Yan was anxious and irritable, seeing him rolling all over the ground with laughter, he was so full of anger that he threw the empty paper cup in his face: "What a fart!"

"Laugh again and I'm leaving." Che Yan really wanted to get up.

Wen Youle covered his stomach, held him, took a breath, lit another cigarette, and then returned to his normal expression: "I mean, I really don't want you to regret it in the future."

Che Yan turned around to listen to what he had to say.

"Oh, it's very simple. When you are approached by him, you will feel nervous and your heart will beat because you have feelings for him."

Che Yan stared at him suspiciously.

"It's really slow." Wen Youle put the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, freed his hands, leaned forward, hugged Che Yan into his arms, then passed his right hand around the back of his head, took out the cigarette, and said in his ear: "I hold Che Yan." You, are you nervous? Will you suffer from insomnia?"

Che Yan shook his head: "No."

"That's right!" Sitting back, Wen Youle gave a wink that you understand: "Don't you understand such a simple thing?"

That's what he said, but there was another problem, stuck in Che Yan's mind, he said with some embarrassment: "I...I think..."

"This is your psychological effect. You go back, hug him, kiss him, and if you think you can accept it, the contradiction in your heart will be resolved." Wen Youle looked like an old bustard: "I have that kind in my shop." A novice, just thinks he is, but dare not take that step, just like you are now, in fact, after passing that hurdle, everything will be solved.”

"But, I also think it will be disgusting." Che Yan said truthfully, he felt that there were many factors in Fang Donglin's psychological effect, and that marriage certificate accounted for a large proportion.

Seeing his difficulty, Wen Youle thought for a while, a puff of smoke came out of his nose, and said, "Let's do this, try it."

"Try?"

"Try it with real knives and guns, no matter what you feel, you can drop a stone." Wen Youle analyzed: "It's disgusting, you won't feel so mysterious that you can't sleep, it's not disgusting, but it will come naturally, you Both are fine."

"It's really disgusting?" Che Yan asked again.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Youle was a little anxious: "Do you want to be disgusted or not?"

Also, did he worry too much? It's disgusting, so don't think about it.

Thinking of this, he thought about it again, and nodded to Wen Youle: "Well, I'll go back and try...try."

It is good to say that he is simple, or that he has no brains. Sometimes he is maddening, and sometimes he is cute and silly. Wen Youle looked at Che Yan's pure eyes and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.

"Come on." At the door, Wen Youle winked and encouraged.

Che Yan cast him a glance, but his steps towards the door were messy.

"Okay, don't dawdle, go in quickly." He urged behind him like a monster.

After Wen Youle closed the door, Che Yan turned around, hey, he let out a breath, let this terrible tension go to hell.

This breath was enough to arouse the aura of a strong man breaking his wrist.

Snapped!With a bang, he entered the house, the living room and the balcony were empty, Che Yan threw off his shoes, and went all the way to the study with bare feet.

"Fang Donglin!" Pushing open the door, he shouted.

The sound was enough to startle the birds, and the sound waves rippling among the bookshelves in the room.

Fang Donglin's face was calm and quiet, looking at the man who suddenly came back, writing something in his hand, he stopped at this moment, he put down the pen gently, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

This tranquility was like a powerful magic, and Che Yan's excitement was half cooled.

Ma Dan, you can't be cowardly, he bit the corner of his lip, and said, "Come to my room, or I'll go to your room!"

At this moment, Fang Donglin's complexion changed. It should be said that there was a hint of surprise. In the room full of book fragrance, you could hear each other's breathing quietly, rolling out a faint burning sensation.

He is wearing a shirt today, that kind of silk fabric, light blue, looks like spring water is attached to his body, clean and cold, completely in harmony with him.

Che Yan's chest rose and fell faster, watching Fang Donglin walking towards him.

Stopping at a distance of one meter, they looked directly at each other.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked calmly, in the same tone as usual, but a little more serious.

Che Yan began to lose his balance, he couldn't cope with his gentleness and calmness, he hesitated and said with a red face: "I...we are a married couple, aren't we?"

Unexpectedly, he would mention this, Fang Donglin was stunned for a moment, and coughed lightly: "Don't be burdened, you lose your memory, you don't have to burden me, what I said before will always count."

It was completely nonsense, Che Yan looked at him, and remembered that during this period of time, this person cooked for him and took care of him everywhere. Isn't it because he likes himself?Just like what Wen Youle said, if you don't like it to a certain extent, how can you be so uncomplaining and regretless.

Saying this now will only make Che Yan feel that he is an asshole, and he might be even more of an asshole before he lost his memory.

Taking a step forward, hugging this man who is as calm as a breeze, like hugging a lonely cold light, Che Yan pressed against his chest, and smiled a bit like a cunt, it turns out that Fang Donglin's heartbeat would also speed up!

And the feeling of touching him is not as scary as I thought, his smell is very comfortable, although it is still tense, it just becomes more subtle than before.

Fortunately, it's not disgusting!