After getting in the car, Xiuning handed the medicine to Zeping, then leaned over and tied it up for him the seat belt, when he raised his head, touched Zeping's forehead, feeling much hotter than he himself, opened his mouth and said to Zeping, "Go to sleep first, I'll call you when I get there."
Zeping raised his hand and grabbed Xiuning, he was a little dizzy, but he always felt surrounded by Xiuning's breath, his eyes stopped on his lips at this moment, then Ping laughed, "I want to kiss you..." There was a hint in his voice. With a thick snort and murmur, it sounds unusually Xi_ng.
Xiuning stared at Zeping and slowly approached him.
Zeping's lips were very hot, and his breath was scorching. He slowly traced the contours of his lips, and Xiuning kissed them deeply.
His heart was beating fast, and every time he kissed Ping Xiuning, there would always be an inexplicable emotion. He had loved this person for a long time.
When he drove back to the apartment, Zeping was already asleep, so Xiuning had to half-assist Zeping and get into the elevator. He got out of the elevator and took out the key, but was stunned when he saw two people standing at the door. .
After a while, he called out, "Uncle, aunt."
"What's wrong with Zeping?" Zeng's mother's voice was not kind, and it even sounded harsh in Xiu Ning's ears.
"He... was a little hot. He just took the medicine and fell asleep." Xiuning replied, and then asked, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you call me? Zeping has a celebration party today, so maybe he didn't hear the call. "Zeping only said yesterday that his parents wanted to see him, he never thought that they would come directly to the apartment to find him.
"You've been living with Zeping?" Zeng's mother just asked without answering his question.
"I..." Xiuning smiled bitterly, without saying anything, just nodded, and then said, "I'll open the door first so that Zeping can sleep."
He opened the door, walked in, and said, "You can sit wherever you want." Then he brought Zeping into the room first, took off his coat and shoes, covered him with a quilt, and then went to the kitchen to make tea.
Zeng's father just sat on the sofa, Zeng's mother went into the room and looked at Zeping. When he came out, his face was not very good. Seeing Xiuning coming out with tea, he asked, "Zeping is usually busy at work, who cooks at night? "
Xiuning put the tea on the coffee table and replied, "Generally, it's more flat. I often work overtime."
"Really." Zeng's mother's tone was not very good.
"Zeping has already told me about you." Father Zeng spoke at this time. He spoke slowly, but in the tone of an elder.
He deliberately used "you", but not "you". Xiuning knew that they were actually repelling him, and judging from their faces, there was even a sense of disgust.
He didn't speak, but his face turned pale.
"What did you plan?" Zeng father asked again.
Xiuning looked at him for a moment, and replied calmly, "Uncle and aunt, if the purpose of your visit tonight is to let me leave Zeping, I can only say I'm sorry, it's the decision of the two of us that I'm with him. , or you can change Zeping's mind."
"Are you threatening us with Zeping?" Zengfu changed his face.
Xiuning smiled bitterly, shook his head slowly and said, "You are Zeping's parents and my elders. I will not make Zeping sad, I just hope you can accept it."
"Accept what? Accept Zeping with a man?" Zeng mother asked coldly.
The hostility in her eyes was obvious. Although Xiuning understood, he didn't know how to change it.
"I hope you can forgive me." Xiuning could only say that.
His face turned pale, and he felt a dull pain in his left abdomen. He glanced at the door subconsciously, because his medicines were all in the drawer of the room. That was two hours ago, so he said again at this time, "You must be very tired along the way, rest early, and I will take care of Ping-"
"No, Zeping, I'll take care of it, you can leave today." Zeng's mother interrupted him.
Xiuning was startled, then nodded and said, "Zeping's medicine is in the first drawer of the bedside cabinet."
Zeng's mother ignored him, Zeng's father closed his eyes, Xiuning looked at the room where Zeping slept, then picked up the car keys on the table and left the apartment.
two
Zeping woke up in the morning and didn't see Xiuning, but he saw his parents, so he went back to his room to look at his parents.
There was indeed a text message from Xiuning on the mobile phone: I saw my uncle and aunt at the door when I went home last night, I will live here first for the past two days.
Zeping's heart tightened. He didn't need to think about what happened yesterday. He was about to call Xiuning, but after thinking about it, he put down the phone, took Xiuning's medicine from the drawer, put it in his pocket, and walked out of the room. .
"Dad, Mom." Zeping called out and planned to put on his coat and go out.
"Yeah." Father Zeng responded lightly, then looked down at the newspaper in his hand again.
"Are you leaving without breakfast?" Zeng's mother came out with a plate, but her face was full of displeasure.
"Well, there is a meeting today." Zeng Zeping looked at the breakfast on the table and said, "Mom, can you help me pack the breakfast, I will eat it after the meeting is over."
"Okay." Zeng's mother looked a little better when she heard this, and took Zeping back to the kitchen, packed a bag, and took it out.
"Thank you mom." Zeping said, then looked at his mother and asked, "How long are you going to stay this time?"
"What? We're not welcome?" Zeng's mother pretended to be unhappy and raised her face.
"No, I'm just going to tell Xiuning." Zeping said.
Hearing the name "Xuning" seemed to arouse Zeng's mother's disgust again, she said coldly, "We plan to live here for the time being. If you don't welcome it, you can drive us away."
Zeping couldn't help but smile bitterly, and had to ask again, "Don't you want to see Xiuning? When will I ask him to see you?"
"No, I saw it yesterday." Zeng's mother said again.
Zeping frowned, "Mom, you can live here, I welcome Xiuning as much as I do, but Xiuning is the only person I want to cherish and accompany in this world besides you, if you hurt him, I will be more sad than him. , I hope you understand."
"You—" Zeng's mother became angry.
"I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me and Xiuning." Zeping said the same thing as Xiuning.
"Okay, you can go to work first. If you have anything to do, I will come back from get off work tonight." Father Zeng said at this time.
Zeping glanced at his father, then at his mother, who was beside him, before turning around and leaving after saying "sorry" in a low voice.
When he got downstairs, he called Xiuning directly, and Xiuning's low and sleepy voice came from the microphone, "Zeping."
"I remember your shift at ten o'clock today?"
"Um."
"You wait for me to come." Zeping said.
Xiuning was obviously taken aback, and asked, "What are you doing here?" It takes at least an hour to drive from Zeping's apartment to his apartment, plus it takes another forty or fifty minutes to drive to the office. Aren't you late for work
"Anyway, wait for me to come, and if you want to sleep, sleep a little longer, and I can wake you up just in time when I arrive." Zeping counted the time, and said as he opened the door and got into the car.
"You don't have to worry about me—"
"I brought you the morning medicine." Zeping's tone could not be refused.
Xiuning didn't ring, and after a while, he heard Zeping say on the phone, "Because I want to see you."
At around seven o'clock, there were not many cars on the road, so Zeping went smoothly to Xiuning's apartment, and it was exactly eight o'clock.
Opened the door and went in, before Xiuning got up, a smile appeared on the corner of Zeping's lips.
The bedroom was a little dark, Xiu Ning was lying on his side on the large and soft bed, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn tightly, because Xiuning couldn't fall asleep as long as there was a little light.
Zeping gently walked to the bed.
Xiuning was closing his eyes at this time, not knowing whether he was asleep or not, his face always looked a little tired, making Zeping frown. He stretched out one hand over the edge of the bed, his posture was casual, but he was a little tired, and there was an indescribable Xi_ng feeling.
Zeping reached out and stroked his face