Chapter 48:

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date="2020-11-22"

title="Chapter 48:"

weight="106381"

series = ["Hypocritical Adonis"]

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Back home facing the darkness, opened the door, and the warm light shone on Qi Cheng, and he entered the room with cold air.

Qi Zhong and Wu Yuan were sitting on the sofa, Jiang Jing left, and the two of them started to eat again. Qi Cheng walked to the side and sat down, leaving the rest in the pot regardless of the tone, and the three of them ate again. Paused.

"There are only two rooms in the house, and the sofa cannot sleep people. It's cold now," Qi Cheng sweated from the tip of his nose. "Who sleeps with me?"

Qi Zhong moved his mouth, but still did not speak.

Wu Yuan didn't hesitate, "He."

Qi Zhong's ears moved and his eyebrows twitched fiercely. He turned his head to look at Wu Yuan in surprise.

Wu Yuan felt his gaze and looked back without expression.

"...If you don't mind," Qi Zhong turned his head to look at the sauce in the bowl again. This sentence obviously said to Qi Cheng, "Shall we roll the sheets tonight?"

Qi Cheng was choked and coughed several times, "What did you say?"

Qi Zhong chuckled, he suddenly stood up and asked politely: "Otherwise I will go to your bedroom to make a bed?"

"You got up in that room this morning," Qi Cheng said ruthlessly, "You are polite with me now?"

After they came back this morning, they were very sleepy, the bedding in the guest room had not been changed, and the two of them simply fell asleep. cleaned the guest room during the day and now it happens to be able to live in.

Qi Zhong was really not welcome, and walked into the bedroom first.

He walked straight and steady until he entered Qi Cheng's bedroom and closed the door.

Silently shout, happy.

Outside, Wu Yuan was very tired today. After washing up, he went into the guest room to rest. He didn't want to say more, so Qi Cheng didn't ask any more. Reminiscences were just like opening the wound.

After the meeting, Qi Cheng turned off the microwave and TV, drank the last bottle of beer slurpingly, threw it into the trash can, walked to his bedroom and knocked on the door, "Qi Zhong, wash."

Qi Zhong opened the door, "coming."

He wanted to go out, but Qi Cheng blocked the door with his hands still on the door frames, making him unable to get out.

Qi Zhong started in his throat, "What are you doing?"

"How's your voice?" Qi Cheng didn't move manually, leaning on the doors on both sides, "Isn't it spicy?"

"I didn't eat it," he is a bit strong now, but Qi Zhong doesn't move under his feet, "I have taken medicine before, and the hot pot is still sweating and I feel comfortable."

"Don't you want me to wash my face and brush my teeth?" Qi Zhong pendulum waved his hand, "Get out of the way."

Qi Cheng still didn't move, Qi Zhong was also excited, covering his hand, planning to make a handsome flip.

But after exhausting all his strength, Qi Cheng didn't shake his arms.

"Let me stop it," Qi Cheng blinked slowly, and the smell of alcohol came out of him, "You said you would stop me before."

"..." Qi Zhong relieved his strength, "You won't be drunk, will you?"

This is also possible. They just drank a lot, and Qi Zhong would be dizzy after drinking four or five bottles by himself, let alone a good student like Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng blinked and nodded very seriously, "Well, I'm drunk."

Qi Zhong: "People who are drunk will say they are not drunk."

"Well," Qi Cheng finally released the door frame, rubbing his brows helplessly, "I'm not drunk."

Although he released the door, he still stood in the room. Qi Zhong took him and got up and walked to the bathroom.

The two toothbrush cups were filled with water, and toothpaste was squeezed on the toothbrushes. Qi Cheng watched Qi Zhong receive the water from behind.

"Is there really a guy who loves to work in the world?"

He looked at Qi Zhong, it was obviously him.

How could it be possible.

Qi Zhong thought this in his heart, but said softly: "How can you understand the spiritual level of the hardworking guy I am waiting for?"

They started brushing their teeth, and the two of them were not crowded by the sink. After their faces were refreshed, Qi Zhong asked, "What happened to Wu Yuan?"

Qi Cheng shook his head, Qi Zhong said, "Wait for him to say, don't worry too much."

"A person like him," Qi Zhong, "just don't worry, it's definitely not a stupid person who can't make it through and has to be tough. Be smart, he will find someone to help if he can't make it through."

"Well," Qi Cheng Wu Yuan is not a stubborn person, just, "I seem to care about him?"

"Didn't you drink a lot of alcohol," Qi Zhong looked at him strangely, "and said that he was drunk. You can sleep with me at night and give Wu Yuan a quiet place."

He seemed to understand, "This is called healing, and it's all grown-ups, so you can stop worrying about him."

Qi Cheng frowned.

He drank so much because there were some things in his heart that he didn't understand and were annoying. He didn't know what these things were, but he was sure it had nothing to do with Wu Yuan.

But I don't know how to say it, because he can't tell what he is upset.

Only passively accepting Qi Zhong's relief, Lu frowned and went to the bedroom.

It was cold tonight, and the bed was not covered by two people. After Qi Cheng recovered, he walked to the cabinet and pulled out the bed cover from the cabinet below.

"You have a bed alone," Qi Cheng lowered his head to tidy up the quilt. "I just fell ill. Don't have a fever because of the temperature drop."

Qi Zhong looked at the quilt and said, "Thanks."

Qi Cheng felt something was wrong, he looked at Qi Zhong.

But Qi Zhong had already got into the bed and lay down on the bed.

Unable to see his expression, Qi Cheng turned off the headlight, leaving only the small lamp beside the bed, then climbed onto the bed and squatted beside him, "What's wrong."

Qi Zhong: "It's okay, just sleepy."

A muffled voice came from under the pillow, and Qi Cheng whispered in his ear: "Is it really all right? Give you a chance to talk."

I didn't see it before, but now that the two are stacked on top of each other, feel that the distance is too close.

But only Qi Zhong felt this kind of close distance. His heart sounded as intense as a drum, but Qi Cheng still didn't feel the improper posture. He just felt that Qi Zhong didn't speak, and he pressed his head closer. , "Starting to feel uncomfortable again?"

Qi Zhong was going crazy by him!

"You are pressing on me, I can't get up," Qi Zhong pushed up his shoulders forcefully, "Let let let let let let!"

"Oh," Qi Cheng stepped aside. After Qi Zhong turned around, he stared at Qi Zhong with those extremely beautiful eyes, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

He stretched out his hand to test the temperature on Qi Zhong's head. After trying it for a while, he frowned, but it didn't feel hot. Qi Cheng thought he hadn't tried it out, so he raised his body and tried Qi Zhong's forehead with his forehead.

The two people had big eyes to big eyes, and Qi Zhong stared at him, his face slowly reddening, and there was some kind of fire in his eyes.

"It seems to be a bit hot," Qi Cheng asked him in this position, "is it uncomfortable?"

Qi Zhong swallowed and nodded.

Unexpectedly, he started to feel uncomfortable again, Qi Cheng's face became dark, and when he got up he found that Qi Zhong's neck was red.

Qi Cheng, "I'll get you medicine."

"No, no, no medicine," Qi Zhong quickly changed his mouth, and leaned forward on Qi Cheng's hand. Without paying attention, Qi Cheng was pulled and fell onto the bed. The weight of the two of them fell heavily. On the bed, the elastic bed bounced them up, "!"

Qi Cheng fell onto Qi Zhong. He wanted to use his strength to get up, but Qi Zhong's legs got entangled with him. The more he wanted to separate, the more entangled he became. Finally, with a thump, the two got up and rolled from the bed to the floor.

Wu Yuan rushed over here when he heard the sound, opened the door and looked, "...what are you doing."

The pictures in the house are not suitable for children.

A few minutes later, Qi Cheng and Qi Zhong finally stood apart. Wu Yuan looked at them warningly before leaving, and asked them to be quiet at night and go to bed early.

When he left, the atmosphere in the bedroom became more embarrassing. Qi Cheng's eyes twitched a few times. He couldn't believe that he had such a shameful moment. After the embarrassment was relieved, he turned and looked at Qi Zhong, "Go to sleep."

Just now the pass came down, not to mention the blushing, any charming thoughts can be dispelled. Qi Zhongling nodded, got up with him and turned off the light.

However, in the dark, the courage became fat again, and began to clamor about it.

The hand stretched out from this bed, resurrected for two sessions, squeezed in a familiar way, and then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Qi Cheng opened his eyes in the dark, feeling that Qi Zhong was like a clingy child, and he had to hold someone else's arm while sleeping. Although he is not holding an arm, his stickiness ranks first in Qicheng.

Just let him.

After the meeting, Qi Cheng also closed his eyes.

After all, it's a sick person.

Early the next day, all three of them got up very early because they had to go to school.

After resting at night, Wu Yuan had returned to his usual appearance, and it seemed that he had been relieved. When they were eating out in the breakfast shop, Qi Chenggong gave him the spare key.

"You shouldn't live in school much, and I usually live in school," Qi Cheng said, "you can stay with me and go anytime you want."

Qi Zhong put his eyes on the dark circles and sighed, "It's great."

Wu Yuan received the key, very frankly, "Thanks."

The two of them were unfamiliar with this area, and Qi Cheng led them to the bus stop. The student at the second station was usually the only one waiting for the bus, but this would be three people.

It's just that none of these three people wear school uniforms, they are all in school.

After waiting for the bus to arrive, there were still many vacancies on the bus. He sat on the way to the school, and Wu Yuan separated from them at the school gate.

Qi Cheng and Qi Zhong walked toward the dormitory.

The rain finally stopped this morning, but the sky was still very cloudy, and the humid air heralded heavy rain.

Qi Cheng looked up at the sky and turned to remind Qi Zhong, "wear more and hold the umbrella."

Qi Zhong nodded, and when he approached the door of the dormitory, he turned around uncomfortably and asked, "I didn't say anything in sleep last night."

He has not dared to look at Qi Cheng since he got up this morning. Qi Cheng looked at the dark circles on his face, shook his head, and guessed what he meant by saying, "No."

Qi Zhong was relieved.

The dream is just a dream. The pants and sheets are not dirty, colorless and tasteless, and the other person in the dream does not know it. This is equivalent to no one knows, it is worthwhile!