Thirty-eight degrees nine, really sick.
He Long put away the thermometer, his expression became harder and harder, "Go to the hospital?"
Guan Bowen covered his mouth and yawned, tugged the blanket on his body, and shook his head, "Is there any medicine? I'll just take some to cover my sweat. I will trouble you today, thank you."
It's so polite... He Long suddenly felt a little boring... Guan Bowen, who used to have a casual attitude, was more pleasing to the eye.
He got up and walked out.
Guan Bowen was obviously stunned, then hurriedly lifted the blanket and got up, chasing him, with a strong smile on his face, "I'm leaving now? Also, today is not the weekend... I am busy at work, cough cough , Thank you today, and invite you to dinner next day."
"What are you doing when you get up?" He Long turned and frowned to look at him, pointing to the sofa, "Go back and lie down, I didn't say to leave."
"But you..."
He Long ignored his puzzled gaze, turned around and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling all the curtains aside.
A sudden flood of light illuminates a dimly lit room.
Guan Bowen squinted his eyes uncomfortably, raised his hand to block the light, and wanted to speak, but he didn't expect a series of coughs to come out first.
"Go and lie down." He Long walked back and pushed him onto the sofa and wrapped him in a blanket. He turned around to pour water and get the medicine. "What do you do with the curtains in the daytime? It's better to bask in the sun."
Guan Bowen lowered his head and covered his mouth, coughing terribly.
Passing the water and medicine, He Long asked again with some disapproval, "Are you really not going to the hospital?"
"No...cough cough, no need." Guan Bowen took a sip of the water, barely suppressed the cough, swallowed the medicine, wiped his mouth, raised his head and smiled at him. , Have you eaten lunch? If you didn’t eat it, I went to make something for you. I just didn’t eat it either... I remember Uncle He said you like fish, wait, I'll go to the kitchen to see..."
"You stay honestly." He Long sat back when he was about to get up, poured a glass of water on the coffee table, and took off his coat, "Don't move around, I'll make you something to eat, and then go to bed after eating. , Cover your sweat, if the fever still does not go away, I will take you to the hospital."
Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, "You can cook?"
He Long glanced at him lightly, turned his head, and went to the kitchen.
Guan Bowen looked at his back and touched his chin.
It turns out that Xiaolong can cook...
"You can't eat too greasy things when you are sick. I'll give you a bowl... What was your expression just now?" He Long walked halfway and suddenly turned around, frowning when he saw Guan Bowen rubbing his chin and pondering things.
… It seems that the annoying King Guan in the memory is back.
Guan Bowen didn't expect that he would turn his head back and put his hand touching his chin to his mouth. He lowered his head and coughed more earth-shakingly. He coughed and said intermittently, "What...cough cough, what expression? Would you like to help? I... Cough cough... cough cough cough... ”
He Long walked back quickly, helped him pat his back smoothly, and said sternly, "Okay, stop talking, let's take a break."
Guan Bowen took a sip of the water and lay on the sofa.
He Long frowned and looked at him.
Guan Bowen looked back with red eyes, bloodshot in his eyes.
—A real sick appearance, not pretending, but really sick, as evidenced by a thermometer.
He Long hesitated to look away, took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, turned and walked towards the kitchen. Those were delusions just now, this person is indeed sick... Forget it, now that you have decided to be friends with each other, you don’t need to care too much about the details.
Tomato and egg noodles, simple and appetizing.
Guan Bowen was eating very fragrantly, with a happy expression on his face. He Long said that he had a toothache. He didn't think his craftsmanship was so good... Is it necessary to be so moved
"Thank you." After eating the noodles, Guan Bowen said thank you again.
He Long cleaned up the bowl, turned to look at him, wiped his hands, sat down opposite him, paused, and said seriously, "Bowen, about what I said the other day... Sorry. I don't hate you, I It’s just... Some don’t know how to get along with you."
"You..." Guan Bowen looked at him blankly.
He Long raised his hand to stop him and got up to get the bowl, "So... everyone is a friend, so I don't need to say anything extra. Let's rest. I'll clean the bowl."
Guan Bowen watched him get up, watched him put the bowl away, watched him strode towards the kitchen, and finally retracted his gaze somewhat dumbfounded, and raised his hand to touch his ear.
Blog... Did Xiaolong just call his name? It’s not Mr. Guan, it’s not the movie king, it’s not Guan Bowen, it’s a blog post... It’s a blog post... This disease is worth it!
After tossing for a while, the effect of the medicine gradually came up. Before He Long finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen, Guan Bowen fell asleep on the sofa.
After falling asleep, the actor seemed to have changed himself, and He Long almost couldn't recognize him. Without those vivid expressions, without those constantly changing emotions, when everything is quiet, this person's appearance is actually strange.
It turned out that I had never looked at each other's appearance.
He thought about it endlessly, and gently sat down on the opposite single-person sofa, and carefully looked at Guan Bowen, who was asleep with his face half buried in the sofa. He saw his eyebrows from his hair, and then his chin from his eyebrows.
It is not what it looks like on a poster, nor is it what it looks like on a TV or movie. The Guan Bowen in front of him is just Guan Bowen, a poor retired unemployed who is sick. What about the actor? What about tens of thousands of people who want to follow him? When he is sick, he doesn't even have a person to take care of.
He suddenly wanted to sigh.
This man is actually quite pitiful, alone, and few friends.
Guan Bowen on the sofa suddenly turned over and the blanket slipped off. He hurriedly withdrew his fluttering thoughts, stepped forward to pick up the blanket, and helped him cover it again. After covering up, he retracted his hand, and stared at the exposed clavicle of the opponent, stunned.
It seems... the other party rarely wears clothes with clavicles, all kinds of casual suits and shirts...
He lowered his head, his gaze swept from the bangs of the opponent to the slightly opened lips, and then from the lips to the beautiful lines on the neck, and finally fixed on the shoulders and collarbone.
This guy... has broad shoulders.
The images of the posters, TV and movies in my impression all faded quickly and replaced with the current appearance of the person in front of me.
Out of the halo of the actor, this man... is still very handsome.
… It is indeed the actor's configuration.
He stood up and frowned.
The well-dressed but unreliable actor, Guan Bowen, who is smiling in pajamas... Which one is true
Which one is it
…
He knelt down, his eyes fell on the opponent's eyelashes, suddenly feeling a little annoyed.
When do you need to think about making friends? This person, this person... Forget it, since the other party is not malicious, it is also good to have multiple friends. Dad is right. You can't use colored glasses to see people.
The sun is slanting west.
Guan Bowen moved and opened his eyes in a daze.
"Xiaolong?" When his eyes changed from confusion to Qingming, he touched his sweat-drenched hair, sat up, and pulled the collar of his pajamas. "Are you still here? Why are you squatting here?"
He Long raised his eyes to look at him, frowning.
"What's the matter?" Guan Bowen also looked at him, opened the blanket, and reached out to him, "Get up, how long have I slept? What time is it?"
"you… "
"what?"
Those vivid expressions reappeared, eyes opened, various emotions flowed... like a painting suddenly came to life. He Long looked straight at him, and then regained his senses abruptly. He intuitively wanted to get up, but he didn't expect that his knees suddenly numb and he fell onto the carpet.
"Be careful!" Guan Bowen stretched out his hand, but he overestimated his strength after he fell ill, and he fell.
The two heads bumped together, one grunted, the other covered his head and rolled to the side.
"Xiaolong, what did you do?" Guan Bowen was ill, and he felt dizzy and heavy when he slept. Now he was hit like this and his eyes were dark, and it took a long time to see things again.
He Long was completely awake when he was hit. He turned his head and glanced at the darkening sky outside. He stretched his face, and shook his head and said dumbly, "Nothing." He looked at the other person falling asleep. I stayed there all afternoon and fell down... ashamed.
There is obviously something, Guan Bowen grabbed his hand back, "What's the matter with you?"
He Long did not answer, broke away from his hand, tucked him back on the sofa, picked up his jacket and walked out, "You go take a bath and change your clothes, I let Aunt Liu cook the porridge, you wait, I will go Bring it here." After finishing speaking, the door hurriedly opened and left.
Guan Bowen looked at the open door, squinted, and touched his chin.
What happened when I fell asleep? Why does Xiaolong look silly? Could it be that... I slept too coolly, and the other party was killed
After taking a shower and drinking porridge, Guan Bowen became alive again. He looked at He Long who was collecting the bowls and smiled, "Little dragon, we are friends now, right?"
He Long paused and nodded, "Yeah."
"That's good." Guan Bowen increased a smile on his face and continued to ask, "Then if I have any trouble in the future, can I ask you for help?"
"Of course." He Long replied quickly, picking up his things and walking outside, "You take a good rest, my dad is waiting for me to eat, I will go now."
Guan Bowen got up and saw him off, "Thank you for today."
"You are polite." He Long glanced at him, caught his smiling eyes, and took it back in a hurry, saying without expression, "Everyone is a friend."
"Go slowly."
"goodbye."
The door closed, one smiled slyly inside the door, and the other gloomy tangled outside the door.
He Long thought that after easing the relationship with Guan Bowen, his life would return to the former calm state, but he was wrong, and he was wrong.
"Xiaolong, I bought a new car. The procedures are very cumbersome. Can you help?"
"..."
"Everyone is busy, and I have few friends... If you are busy, I can hire someone to help me, but... You know, my face is easy to be watched when going out, alas..."
"No, I'm not busy, I'll help you."
"Enough loyalty, I will invite you to dinner another day."
The first pleasant weekend, no more.
"Xiaolong, my former partner gave me two tickets for the comic society, are you going?"
"..."
"Liang Zhou wants to accompany Shulin, Zhao Zhi wants to take Xiaoyun to the playground, Zhang Qian was taken by his grandson to go camping, alas, my friends are too few... Ah, if you have other arrangements, forget it, anyway Cross talk can be watched by yourself, and you young people don’t like this kind of thing..."
"... No, I have no plans for the weekend, I will go with you."
"That's great. There is a well-known private restaurant near the Xiangsheng Society. I'll set the location now."
The second weekend to sleep in, it's gone.
"Xiaolong, come back to see Bo He."
"Well, why are you here?"
"Come and ask He Bo for advice on raising flowers. It just happened that you came back. Soup was in my house. Bo He, you and Aunt Liu will go to my house for dinner. Liang Zhou and Shulin went to Zhou's house. Don't do it. Now, everyone has a meal together."
He Bo: "Well, his Aunt Liu, don't do it, let's try the craftsmanship of the blog."
Aunt Liu: "That's great, I'll save trouble."
He Long: "..."
Guan Bowen, "Little Dragon, I made the lobster you like, and I will eat more later."
"… thanks."
"You're welcome, everyone is a friend."
"..."
The third weekend when I was going to chat and play chess with my dad, it was gone.
"Huh, do you still have meetings on weekends?"
Zhang Qian is half dead, "The entertainment city is about to open, so busy..."
Zhao Zhi was also a little tired, "Just wait for this period to finish."
Liang Zhou's face was dark, "Sulin is still waiting for me to eat, where is He Long? Are the materials ready?"
He Long came in with the materials, was stunned when he saw Guan Bowen, and then handed the materials to Liang Zhou, "It's all here, there should be nothing to add, you see."
Liang Zhou quickly flipped over, and then signed neatly, "Okay, let the things go on, and the meeting will be over."
Everyone began to pack things.
Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, "I have booked a box at the restaurant we often go to, get together?"
Liang Zhou gathered his things and strode out, "Sulin is waiting for me, next time."
Zhao Zhi started calling, "My mother-in-law has a backache. I have to go to the hospital to see it."
Zhang Qian raised his hand, and just about to talk, Gongsunwen opened the door of the conference room and walked in. He picked him up and said to the others, "Little shorty has been suffering from sleep deprivation recently. I declined all entertainment activities outside of work. I will take him away first. Up."
Zhang Qian widened his eyes, and then struggled, "Gongsun, you bastard! Let me go! Why are you here? How did you get in? No! I'm going to eat delicious! I'm going to play! You let me go!"
Gongsunwen stopped him and patted his ass, "Do you still want to eat chicken thighs? Or don't you want to get out of bed?"
Everyone glanced at Zhang Qian silently, turned their heads to look at the scenery.
Zhang Qian flushed and slapped him hard, "Gongsun, you! You rascal! You let me go!"
Gongsun let him fight, and carried him away easily.
All the people with homes left, He Long and Guan Bowen were the only ones left in the meeting room.
"Gathering? Or do you have arrangements?"
He Long glanced at the document, and then at Guan Bowen, who was kind enough to invite dinner, but no one wanted to go. He paused, put down the document, turned and walked out, "Let's go, go to dinner."
Guan Bowen looked at his back, squinted, and smiled, "You must be tired after a day of work. Do you want to find a movie after eating? Relax. Or go press a motorcycle?"
"whatever."
"Then I will arrange it."
On the fourth weekend that was exhaustingly tired, with Guan Bowen's company, I suddenly felt a little more relaxed and fulfilled.
"Xiaolong, are you going on a business trip this week?"
"Well, there will be a meeting."
Click, the phone hung up.
He Long frowned, suddenly feeling a little unhappy.
On the day of the business trip, at the airport.
Guan Bowen took off his sunglasses, ignored the gaze and faint screams of the surrounding people, and waved to the dark-faced He Long, "The hot springs where you are on business are pretty good. I have fixed a place. Let's go to the hot springs? I haven't been out for a long time. After playing, how about you accompany me? I'll wait for you to finish."
He Long tightened his hands while holding the suitcase, but his eyebrows relaxed a little, and he nodded, "Well, I will try my best to finish the work ahead of schedule."
"Good brother, loyal enough." Guan Bowen smiled and punched him.
He Long looked at his smiling face, with a faint smile on his face, and then returned to his expressionless face, "Put your sunglasses on, you are too slanderous."
Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, snorted, put on his sunglasses, and reached out to pick up his luggage, "I'll pick one for you, come."
He Long looked at the slender and beautiful hand he stretched out, his eyes moved, and he passed the luggage.
The first... monotonous busy weekend became interesting.
"Xiaolong, what are your plans for the weekend?"
"I know a farmhouse, go fishing?"
"go with!"
On Saturday afternoon, by the pond with a nice view.
Guan Bowen glanced sideways at He Long who was focusing on fishing, leaned back in the recliner, covered his face with his hat, and covered the corners of his mouth, "Xiaolong, I'm a little sleepy. I'll sleep. Help me look at some fishing rods."
"good."
Close your eyes and sleep at ease.
When I opened my eyes again, I was covered with a blanket and there was an awning on top of my head.
"Wake up?" A familiar, steady voice came from around.
Turning his head, a smile appeared before the voice, "Well, how much did you catch?"
He Long showed him the bucket beside him, his expression relaxed and proud, "Enough for our dinner."
"Xiaolong is awesome." With a coddling tone like a child.
There was a strange atmosphere circulating in the air. He Long uncomfortably put away the fishing rod, shook his head, avoiding the switch blog post as if with warm eyes, got up, "Let's go, it's late, it's time to go back."
Guan Bowen saw that he was uncomfortable, so he took his gaze back in due course, lifted the blanket and got up, "Okay, let's go."
The first... A weekend where there is already a tacit understanding, it feels good to be accompanied by someone.
"Look at you, you are always busy, you don't know how to pay attention to your body, you are sick."
He Long opened his eyes in a daze, seeing Guan Bowen sitting next to his bed, a little stunned, "Why are you here? No, how did you come in?"
"I called you and no one answered, and I couldn't find you everywhere. I was a little worried, so I asked Bo He to get the key." Guan Bowen helped him get up, touched his forehead, frowned, and turned to help him pour water. , "Drink some water to moisturize my throat first, I cooked the porridge, and then take medicine after drinking."
He Long was a little silly holding the cup.
"Why do you buy the house so biased, it's so troublesome to go back and forth to work. I drank the porridge, and then took medicine. I threw the dirty clothes you changed into the washing machine. It should be almost done. I'll hang the clothes." Speaking intimately, he helped him pull the quilt and got up and went out.
Click, the door was gently closed.
He Long looked at the warm water in his hand, then at the porridge and medicine on the bedside table, raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously.
When he finished the porridge and the medicine, the clothes over there were also finished.
"Let's rest," Guan Bowen patted his quilt, indulging in a gentle tone.
He Long looked at him with a strained face, and asked with difficulty, "Why... so good?"
"what?"
"Why treat me so well?"
Guan Bowen looked at him, still smiling, but his eyes were deep, "You really don't know?"
He Long suddenly felt a little flustered, turned his head to avoid his sight, "Forget it, I don't want to know, thank you today."
"Thank you for anything." Guan Bowen raised his hand, touched his face lightly, and carefully retracted it again, his tone still sounded in the usual tone, "We... are good friends, we should. Go to sleep," I'll be cured after a nap."
Somehow, He Long suddenly felt a little angry. He pulled the quilt to cover himself, turned his back to Guan Bowen, "Okay, you go, I'm resting."
"It's okay, I'll guard you."
"No, you can go."
"Little dragon?"
"Go!"
The smile on Guan Bowen's face was stiff, he lowered his head, raised his head again, and returned to his smile again, "Okay, you have a good rest, I will see you tomorrow."
After the door closed softly, He Long got up and stared at the door, irritated.
The actor is the actor, and his emotions are handled perfectly... good brother
This disease comes quickly, and goes... very slowly.
Liang Zhou gave He Long a half-month leave, so that he could take good care of his health.
Uncle He came over to take a look once, and saw that he could take good care of himself, so he left. After seeing his father away, He Long looked around this drab and deserted apartment, suddenly felt a little empty.
I have become accustomed to being a person, I am used to having no emotions, and all my life is work, work, work... Suddenly I don’t have to work, what should I do
How did you spend the previous weekends
After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that Guan Bowen was all in his mind.
Shaking his head, suppressing those memories, began to think about the longer time. How did you spend your weekend when your relationship with Guan Bowen was not good
It seems to be... working overtime, working overtime, going home to accompany my father, working overtime, or socializing with clients.
But now, I don’t have to work overtime. My father just left and there are no clients... It seems that there is nothing to do...
Take a deep breath, approach the sofa, and close your eyes.
The scene when he went fishing with Guan Bowen appeared vaguely in front of him. Guan Bowen was asleep in a very quiet state. He caught the fish, glanced over the opponent inadvertently, and then stopped.
Obviously knowing that it is strange to look at a man like this, but he just looks at it like this and doesn't want to move away. Then Guan Bowen said a dream, and he called out a name in a low voice.
Suddenly I felt very concerned. Who was he calling in his dream that day
There was also a time when I accidentally fell asleep in the rest room after taking a bath in the hot spring, and there was a hint of touch on my lips... Is it true or not? Is it an illusion or a taboo? Is it a joke or... Really...
"Little dragon?"
With a very clear voice, my heart beat suddenly fast.
"Xiaolong, why are you sleeping on the sofa? Get up quickly and go back to bed to sleep."
Familiar voices are close at hand.
He opened his eyes, and in front of him was Guan Bowen's enlarged face. The concerns in the other party's eyes were so clear that they couldn't be ignored.
"Are you calling me?" He looked at Guan Bowen blankly, and gradually tightened his hands.
Guan Bowen frowned and looked at him, "Yeah, what's wrong with you? Have a nightmare?" After speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.
He Long slapped his hand away, got up and went back to the room.
boom!
The door was closed forcibly, and then a slight locking sound came over.
Guan Bowen looked at his reddish hand, slowly put his hand back in his pocket, lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Some emotions come inexplicably, but they trap people tightly.
He Long has always been calm and reliable. He seldom gets angry. He seldom speaks loudly. He always takes care of everyone in a meticulous and thoughtful manner. He talks less, but if you have something to ask him, he will definitely respond to you.
Guan Bowen has always been unreliable. He is not very angry, but he makes things difficult for people. Everyone thinks that he is sick. He can let others do it by himself. If he is in a bad mood, you and He speaks, he will definitely give you a ruthless back.
Now, the two of them are not right together. He Long actually lost his mind during the meeting, and the work progress has also slowed down a lot. Guan Bowen is even more curious. He suddenly gave up pension and went to Rongguang to take up a few charity activities that he didn't have money to take. His temper became a lot better. Everyone was smiling, and when he was free, he didn't have to toss anymore. Guo is.
There are problems, very problematic.
Zhao Zhi was puzzled, Zhang Qian went gossip, and then Liang Zhou stood up at the right time, gave Zhao Zhi a lot of work, eliminated Zhang Qian's vacation, skipped work and went home, found He Bo, closed the door and had a good talk.
It was another weekend, and He Long was gone to his hometown for a blind date by He Brahman.
Guan Bowen posted the event that day, without a smile on his face, and stayed at home blankly for a whole day.
At dinner, He Bo and He Long came back and "ran into" Guan Bowen who was "walking".
He Bo squinted at Guan Bowen, looking into his voice, his tone was unclear, "Bowen, take a walk, what have you been up to these days? I haven't seen you."
Guan Bowen's gaze fell on He Long, then quickly retracted, smiling and replied, "There are several charity activities under Liang Zhou's hands. I looked at them when I was fine, and I was almost done."
"That's it."
"Ok."
Look at each other speechlessly.
"I heard that Xiaolong went on a blind date today... how's it going?"
He turned his head and glanced at his expressionless son, his eyes were gloomy, and he sighed in his heart, but his face was still serious and indifferent, "Not so... forget it, let him tell you. Right. Xiaolong, you send the blog back, and I will wait for you at home."
"Dad." He Long frowned and shouted.
He waved his hand and walked straight away.
Guan Bowen looked at He Long and turned sideways, "Walk together?"
He Long looked at him and stood still.
"Little Dragon..."
"I'm home." He Long didn't even look at him, and walked past him.
One weekend, two weekends, three weekends... On the sixth weekend, Guan Bowen made headlines in the newspaper.
"Emperor Guan secretly meets beauties in the middle of the night, kisses on the street, and the famous grass has the master..." Zhang Qian flipped through the newspaper, stunned, "Guan Bowen was too careless. Although he retired, his reputation is there, so be careful. Now the paparazzi is much scarier than before, the picture of this passionate kiss... Tsk tsk."
He Long's hand paused for coffee.
Zhao Zhi was also puzzled, "No, Guan Bowen has always been careful, all kinds of private information have not flowed out, and now he retired but came here, and the evening is not guaranteed? Is it true that this is true love?"
He Long shook his hand and spilled his coffee.
"Well, don't talk about this, he will take care of his personal affairs." Liang Zhou interrupted the conversation between the two and looked at He Long, "I have a document left at home. Go and fetch it for me."
"Okay." He Long nodded, got up and strode out of the conference room.
Zhang Qian touched his forehead, "Why do you think He Long is weird recently..."
"I still think you are weird lately, having trouble with Gongsun?" Zhao Zhi gave him a funny look and flipped through the files.
Zhang Qian rolled his eyes, "It's because he is unreasonable. How can I be a troublemaker? Don't talk about it, it's a meeting!"
Liang Zhou glanced at the direction He Long was leaving, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Guan Bowen.
After arriving in the villa area where Liang Zhou lived, He Long turned his feet and went directly to Guan Bowen's villa.
The courtyard door was open, the door was ajar, and there was music in the living room, shaking the sky.
He stepped forward, holding a dark fire in his heart, wanting to vent, but he didn't know what he wanted to vent.
A figure suddenly rushed towards him. He was unprepared and was hit directly on the shoe cabinet by the door on the wall. His waist was clicked and he snorted with pain.
"Xiaolong, you finally came to see me." Guan Bowen hugged him with great strength, "Why are you ignoring me during this period? You didn't answer the phone or text messages, and you deliberately avoided me. Have you eaten? I will cook it for you."
"Let go!" He Long stretched out his hand to push him.
"Don't let go." Guan Bowen hugged him harder, curling his lips, still smiling like usual, "Xiaolong, have you eaten yet? Any plans for the weekend? Let's go out and play."
"You let go!" He Long broke out suddenly, broke away from him, punched him, "You always look like this! It's fun to make me funny? Guan Bowen! I'm not you, I can't afford it!"
Guan Bowen was beaten and fell directly to the ground, raised his hand to touch his face, stood up and looked at him, without expression, "Playing? Funny? That's how you see me?"
"Otherwise?" He Long's chest was ups and downs twice, obviously suppressing his emotions, "Guan Bowen, I can't understand you." Because of uncertainty, because I can't understand, because the other party's emotions are always hidden in various smiles and emotions. He couldn't see through all kinds of silly words, he didn't dare! But today's newspaper... So the subtle emotions that were there some time ago were all jokes? Are all the little games where the actor has nothing to do
"Then I'll let you understand." Guan Bowen touched the corners of his red eyes, approached a few steps, and pulled him over, regardless of his struggle, before bowing his head and kissing.
He Long's eyes widened, and then even more angry, making a fist and going to beat him again.
"I like you." Guan Bowen held his hand, stepped back and looked at him seriously, "Xiaolong, I like you, don't you understand?"
He Long's fist shook.
"I like you, I like you." Guan Bowen lowered his eyes, hugged him, and said in a low tone, "Xiaolong, if I don't like you, why should I try my best to stay with you on the weekend, why should I move? Come here, why bother to please Bo He, Xiaolong, don’t avoid me, okay? You like me too? Don’t avoid me, don’t hate me."
"you… "
"I love you."
He Long's raised fist lowered, "Did you drink?" The sky was full of alcohol.
Guan Bowen didn't answer, and began to kiss his neck.
He Long pushed him, "You let me go, you are drunk."
"I didn't." Guan Bowen didn't let go, and suddenly bit his earlobe.
He Long stiffened, then pushed him harder, "Let go."
"No."
One wanted to kiss and the other refused, and the two pushed them up.
Guan Bowen played a rogue and no one could hold it. He Long wanted to open him hard, and the line of sight swept over the corner of his swollen eye, his heart softened, and he didn't dare to use any force.
"Xiaolong, you like me, okay?" The drunk murmured, and finally pushed him onto the sofa and pressed him up.
He Long darkened, "What do you want to do?"
"Let you understand me." Guan Bowen replied and kissed.
Different from the touch of lips and tongue on his anger just now, He Long felt very clearly this time, it was Guan Bowen's breath. This feeling of entanglement of lips and tongue... is not annoying, even with a little joy.
"Xiaolong, you like me, okay?" The drunk kissed as he said, the deeper he kissed.
He Long paused while pushing his hand, squeezed it tightly, and greeted him on the back of his head, "Guan Bowen, you bastard!"
"Little Dragon..."
"What's the matter with the newspaper?"
"I like you… "
"Enough of you!" He Long turned his head to avoid his kiss and looked at him coldly, "To be honest, or else continue to beat you."
Guan Bowen looked at him drunkly, for a long time, suddenly laughed, "Xiaolong, you are jealous."
He Long frowned and said nothing.
"It's all a misunderstanding. It was a fan. I was in a bad condition that day. She suddenly rushed to kiss me. I didn't stop it... Don't be jealous, eh?"
"Is it a misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstand."
He Long closed his eyes and opened them again, raising his hand to hug him.
Guan Bowen was overjoyed, "Xiaolong, you..."
He Long forcefully turned over, pressed him back under him, and kissed him awkwardly, "You really are a bastard."
Guan Bowen was stunned, closed his eyes, curled his lips, and deepened the kiss, "Well, my bastard."
He Long regretted it, after a random kiss with the drunk Guan Bowen. The man on the sofa was moaning drunkly, frowning and pulling loose his tie, feeling a little irritable.
I was really planted, and planted in the hands of this very unreliable actor... Obviously the character of the other party is not my favorite style, why
If the other party's words were true just now, then this guy actually had a crooked mind long before he moved over? So all kinds of... were all acting a while ago? To fool yourself
Sure enough, he is the actor, and his acting skills are really good.
He sneered.
Guan Bowen squirmed on the sofa, hugged his waist, rubbed, and smiled contentedly, "Xiaolong, you know you like me too."
He lowered his head and looked at him with a very disgusting look.
Is this the actor? Still sought after by 10,000 people? Just this bad and unreliable character? Are all the fans blind
"Xiaolong, I like you."
The sneer on his face cracked, frowned, returned to his expressionless face, and suddenly wanted to smoke.
Okay, I'm blind too.
"If... If you are together, can you be a little more serious and live your life?" He heard his own voice floating in the air, in an unfamiliar and uncertain tone.
It seems that the drunk Emperor Guan tightened his arms, buried his face on his waist, and murmured, "Xiaolong, I will cook for you every day..."
That's it.
He sighed, leaned on the sofa, raised his hand, touched Guan Bowen's messy head, and rubbed it.
"I believe you once."
The actor shook his head, his voice was vague, "... Okay."
Some ordinary evening.
Xiao Guo stuffed the vegetables he bought into the refrigerator, frowning and looking at Guan Bowen who was humming and cutting vegetables, and whispered, "Brother Guan, can I ask a question?" Although he watched it many times, he did it. The food looks like... Oh my god, I still think it's a bit subversive.
"Ask." Guan Bowen began to cut the meat.
"How did you catch up with Manager He..."
Guan Bowen's cutting action paused, turned to look at him, and pointed to his face.
Xiao Guo expressed doubts.
"Because I'm handsome."
"... Brother Guan, I'm asking very seriously."
"I am also very serious in answering."
"..."
There was the sound of the door opening, and Guan Bowen quickly dropped his knife and walked out, "Xiaolong, are you back? The meal is almost ready. You go upstairs and take a shower and change your clothes. You will be fine soon."
"Do you want me to help you?"
"No, I'll do it myself."
"have a guest?"
"Xiao Guo brought food here, not a guest."
"Ok."
"Should you call Dad to come over for dinner?"
"No, I said hello to Dad."
"Then you go take a shower and change your clothes. The meal will be ready soon."
"Really don't want my help?"
"No, go upstairs."
Xiao Guo Probe looked at the two tall men standing in the living room talking, one elegant and handsome, the other handsome and calm, suddenly felt that this scene was very warm. He looked back at the finely chopped meat on the cutting board, and then at the fragrant soup overflowing in the pot, turned his head, looked at his relaxed boss in home clothes, and smiled.
Forget it, whether it's lazy and motivated, or a good-natured man, Guan Ge is happy.
Before going to bed.
He Long: "Don't come here, tired."
Guan Bowen: "I'm not tired."
He Long: "What did you say to Xiao Guo? He said something very strange to me before leaving today."
Guan Bowen: "