"Uncle, don't you ask where I came from?"
Song Min said, "This is a vegetable market."
Wei Shijin laughed very elegantly, his eyes were cold, "If it weren't for the vegetable market, uncle, do you think you can still talk to me like no one else?"
Song Min frowned, "Eldest sister?"
When the eldest sister returned, she quickly brought Song Min a large handful of shallots and coriander, and asked him if he wanted small peppers.
Song Min shook his head. He carried a bag of vegetables to the chicken place.
Wei Shijin's anger was diluted by the smell of chicken excrement. The blue veins on his forehead jumped. He took a few steps back and left, waiting at the exit.
Song Min didn't plan to buy chicken, he just let Wei Shijin calm down by the smell of chicken feces.
Wei Shijin called the man, "If you don't buy it, you won't leave, uncle, are you killing my patience?"
Song Min said, "I'm picking chickens."
Wei Shijin listened to the beeping sound, his eyes sank, and he held his breath and strode forward.
Song Min suddenly looked up at him.
Wei Shijin was stunned for a moment, he breathed subconsciously, but was choked by the smell, his face was ashen.
The vegetable market was not too far from the community. Song Min walked there but didn't go back, and was pulled into Wei Shijin's car.
When Wei Shijin smelled the windbreaker, he took off the back seat and went to smell the man's neck.
Song Min pushed his head away.
Wei Shijin looked so close, and found that the man's face was a little yellow, and there was nothing on the plane. It's only been a few days. What kind of tricks did he come back for
Song Min could see the doubts of the young man, he just didn't eat much.
Wei Shijin was about to kiss the man, but was pushed away again. He clamped the other's hand, pressed it on the seat, and asked, "Why not come?"
Song Min calmly said, "I'm shopping for groceries."
In Wei Shijin's eyes, this scene is that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, they are unaware, and living people have to come here as dead people, willing to sacrifice their lives, it doesn't matter. I know it hurts.
"When can I not buy vegetables? Uncle, your excuse is really bad."
Song Min's face was bleeding, he reached out and wiped it off, "Are you a dog?"
Wei Shijin laughed in anger, "Uncle said that I am a dog, then I will be a dog for Uncle to see."
The wound on Song Min's face was bitten again, and the young man's swallowing sound was in his ear. He grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back.
The pain from the wound intensified, and the corners of Song Min's eyes turned red. He raised his eyes and met a pair of peach blossom eyes covered with love.
Wei Shijin pursed his lips, the blood in his body was boiling, he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice was hoarse, "Uncle, do you think I am a human or a dog?"
Song Min took a tissue to wipe the wound, his jawline was stern, "It depends on whether you want to be a human or a dog."
Wei Shijin sprayed the man's face with a smell of fishy sweetness, "It's hard to talk to you and go around."
Song Min said, "When you reach my age, you will be about the same."
Wei Shijin grabbed the man's hand that was wiping the wound, he put his lips on it, and wiped away the blood with the tip of his tongue, "What age? Uncle is in his prime in my heart."
Song Mindang didn't hear it.
Wei Shi suddenly said, "Uncle, lend you a handkerchief."
Song Min knew what he wanted to do, "No."
The shirt was full of the scent of laundry, and Song Min was still awkward wearing it.
Wei Shijin said ambiguous, "Then I can only ask the uncle to help me personally, I can't ask for it."
Song Min glanced coldly, "Wei Shi Jin."
Wei Shijin locked the car door, "Don't give me the veil, and don't help me, uncle, it will take me at least an hour to get it out."
A handkerchief was thrown over.
Wei Shijin took it to the front of his nose and sniffed it, which smelled like a man, "Actually, I want uncle more than a handkerchief."
The temperature in the car rose, the air became wet and greasy, and the heavy breathing sounded one after another.
Song Min closed his eyes, enduring something. He looked at his watch after a while, and the shock in his eyes became more obvious the further back he went.
Wei Shijin suddenly sighed, "Uncle, I have no choice."
Song Min's brows furrowed, the air in the car made him nauseous, "Put me out of the car, you can find someone to solve it."
Wei Shijin squinted his eyes and said, "Uncle asked me to go whoring? I have a cleanliness addiction."
Song Min seemed to be joking, but he didn't laugh, "Are you obsessed with cleanliness?"
Wei Shijin smiled at him, "Xing has love."
Song Min didn't see it.
Wei Shijin's mouth was dry and he said angrily, "Uncle, what should I do now? I've been unable to get out, and the longer it goes, the harder it gets."
Song Min said, "Then you should call yourself 120."
Wei Shijin raised eyebrows