When we got back to the hotel, the three of us went together.
Lu Tun followed behind the male god and idol, with a tangled face.
Why does the sweater on the idol look familiar
Fu Mingyuan walked in the front. He wore a mask and hat, the collar of his coat stood up, one hand was in his pocket, and the other hand carried Shen Qi's changed clothes.
Some passers-by saw that the temperament of the three was unusual, and rushed up to ask for autographs.
In this kind of place, most of the stars did not run away.
Before he could get close to Fu Mingyuan, he was stopped by Shen Qi.
He also wore a mask, hat, and gold-rimmed glasses. Several girls searched in their minds, but the eyes didn't match any traffic niche.
Lu Tun carried the bag silently: 3, 2, 1.
Shen Qi was the first to speak: "Sisters, do you want an autograph?"
"Where do you want your brother to sign, sisters?"
The tone was condescending, although the voice was nice, the tone sounded like a hooligan.
It scared the girls enough.
Without taking out the book, he turned and ran.
Shen Qi snorted, what happened.
You can faintly hear the conversations of those few people in the air.
"The one at the front looks like Emperor Fu Yingdi."
"But he doesn't wear glasses. I just saw the little sister in the group saying that the actor is wearing glasses today, he's super handsome!"
"The guy in the back with glasses also called my sister, which star dares to molest fans on the street."
"Which little star wants to be in the first place, but I thought it was Emperor Fu Ying."
"… "
Lu Tun:…
Lu Tun picked up the phone.
Tuntun doesn't know anything.
Shen Qi stepped up, walked to Fu Mingyuan's side, lowered his head and talked to him.
"Is brother working in the afternoon?"
Fu Mingyuan glanced over his eyebrows, and the hand in his pocket moved, but he held back and did not extend it.
"Well, three o'clock."
Shen Qi glanced at the phone, and it was not at all.
"Walking with me like this, not afraid of being photographed by others?"
Fu Mingyuan raised his eyes and looked at the hotel in front of him. He was actually ready to be recognized just now.
Shen Qi scare people away with just two words.
He twitched the corners of his mouth and disappeared for a while.
"It's okay." The fingers in his pocket touched the phone, and Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes.
"It's the truth when it's filmed."
Well, it's not gibberish.
Unlike those who photographed Shen Qi and his apprentices, Shen Qi and Lu Tun, they were all nonsense.
Shen Qi smiled lowly and pulled up the collar.
Fu Mingyuan's clothes are really too big for him.
Lu Tun, who followed behind his butt, was already playing with his mobile phone attentively, but unfortunately he heard the name "brother".
With a sad face, he sent Ye Lai a message.
How can you be so scumbag idol, everyone calls you brother.
After returning to the hotel, Shen Qi helped Lu Tun book a room next to him, and Lu Tun immediately forgot about the remarks of "Idols are scumbags".
Before returning to the room, he was grateful and pulled his idol, so that he would not forget his unique signature.
Shen Qi leaned against the wall lazily, watching Fu Mingyuan go back to his room first, but didn't hear what Lu Tun said, only responded twice.
After Lu Tunzhi was taken away, there were only two people left in Shen Qi's room.
Fu Mingyuan wanted to wash Shen Qi's wet clothes, but was stopped by Shen Qi.
"There is a signature on the collar, you can't wash it, brother~" Shen Qi lowered his head and sniffed the smell of laundry detergent on Fu Mingyuan's clothes.
Very light lemon flavor.
Fu Mingyuan's hand holding the clothes stopped in mid-air, and after a while, he went to the balcony to hang the clothes.
He looked at his signature on the collar and pursed his lower lip.
Shen Qi was leaning on the sofa, and didn't plan to change his clothes. He lowered his head and typed back to Lu Tun's message, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
Lu Tun: Idol, what is your relationship with the male god
Lu Tun: If I see my brother one day, I will keep my mouth shut
Your brother Qi: Don't call your brother, is it your brother
Your brother Qi: What else can it matter? Of course, it is the relationship between being able to sleep with him.
"Can the pants be lifted up?" As soon as the news was sent, a shadow fell in front of him.
Shen Qi tapped twice on the phone screen and raised his eyes.
"What's the matter, brother, why do you want me to take off my pants?"
"So direct, bro~"
Saying that, he prepared to stand up.
Fu Mingyuan froze for a moment, turned his head slightly, and put the medicine box in his hand on the coffee table.
"Don't take it off." His gaze stayed on the boy's hand on the belt around his waist.
The temperature of the air conditioner in the house is probably too high and it is a little hot.
Some regret not taking off their coats when entering the door.
Shen Qi snorted: "I'm not injured, why did I take the medicine box?"
"Tsk, so exciting?"
With his fingertips tapped twice on the belt, he stroked the back of his neck again.
I can't really remember where I got hurt.
Fu Mingyuan paused for one leg, then squatted down after a few seconds, raised his head and said in a slightly commanding tone: "Sit down first."
"Oh..." Shen Qi looked at his red ears again, sat down very obediently, still a little eager to unbutton.
However, less than three hours is not enough.
His gaze went down a little uncontrollably.
Shen Qi supported the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Before he could react, Luolu's ankle was covered with slightly cool fingers. Fu Mingyuan was half-knelt on the ground, holding his right leg with one hand, and carefully helping him roll up his trousers with the other hand.
"What's the matter, brother?" Shen Qi moved his waist uncomfortably, Fu Mingyuan's palm fit on his ankle, and the temperature was passed on.
The pants are loose and easily rolled up to the knees.
Seeing the blue on his knees, Fu Mingyuan's eyes darkened, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.
The juvenile's skin is white, and this little bruise looks particularly eye-catching.
Touching the air, Shen Qi moved again.
Fu Mingyuan's fingers lightly brushed the bruise: "Does it hurt?"
The voice was a little dull.
Shen Qi slightly tilted his head in confusion: "It doesn't hurt."
"It's just a little itchy." He looked at each other with a smile in his eyes: "Especially when you meet."
Fu Mingyuan's movement of holding the alcohol cotton reflexively stiffened again.
Shen Qi thought to himself again: "When did you meet? Why don't I have any impression at all? Brother, have you seen it?"
Fu Mingyuan hummed.
While in the restaurant, he hit the leg of the table when he got up.
"Disinfect first, and then apply ice to help you." After that, the cold alcohol cotton pad was attached to the skin.
Shen Qi hissed.
The coolness for a moment is quite stimulating to the brain.
All of a sudden there was no trouble.
From this angle, he could only see the top of Fu Mingyuan's head and a little side profile. The collar of his shirt was exposed at the back of his neck, and the lines of his neck were buried in the collar.
With a little regret, he looked back.
Fu Mingyuan's movements were too light.
Shen Qi's ankle was caught in his hand, and he simply lay down halfway again.
"Brother, where did you buy this dress..."
"When did you buy it."
Fu Mingyuan's disinfection action paused for a few seconds.
"last year."
Shen Qi snorted: "I have the same one too."
"Does it count as a couple's outfit? Otherwise, I'll give you mine, brother..."
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that the person he saw at the gate of the community that day...
At that time, I took a few more glances because of the other person's beautiful eyes.
He suddenly sat up straight, leaned down, and looked into Fu Mingyuan's eyes.
Fu Mingyuan is double-minded, his eyes are deep, and his pupils are a little light brown, which is not obvious.
When looking at people, there is an illusion of being seen through.
Much like.
He got close, and his breath fell on Fu Mingyuan's head.
Fu Mingyuan lowered his head, and his strength in holding the alcohol cotton was relieved. The movement of his hands stopped and he stepped back.
He looked up at Shen Qi, pursed his lips unconsciously, and swallowed.
Suddenly stood up.
"I'm going to get an ice pack." After that, he took off his coat, put it on the coffee table, and said, "If it's cold, put my clothes on my legs."
Shen Qi looked at his straight back, pinched the blanket under his butt with his fingers, covered his eyes with one hand, and laughed wantonly.
Just now my brother's ears were red again, why is it so easy to red...
After that... Will it be red in other places too
I don't know if biting my ears will make it hot.
When he came back, Fu Mingyuan had an ice pack wrapped in a towel in his hand.
There was a smell of alcohol in the air.
Fu Mingyuan sat on the side, Shen Qi's leg was placed on his own, and he lowered his head to help him ice.
Despite being mentally prepared, Shen Qi still curled up unconsciously.
Such a small bruise actually disappeared within a few days.
Shen Qi smiled as he looked at the man who was making ice compresses for himself seriously, and a feeling that he had never had before suddenly spread in his heart.
Probably too sharp for a long time, not so soft for a long time.
He simply supported his upper body with his hands in reverse, leaned back, and looked at each other quietly.
When his arm was numb, he straightened up and moved forward slowly.
Fu Mingyuan raised his head, pursed his lips and glanced at him.
Shen Qi shook his arms, licked his dry lips, and rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Brother, your arm is numb."
Fu Mingyuan stopped.
"Wait a little longer."
The next second, the warm touch stayed on his face.
Just two or three seconds to leave.
Fu Mingyuan's hand holding the ice pack trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.
Shen Qi licked his lips again: "My arm is numb, I have to kiss to get up."
Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes and hummed for a long time.
Shen Qi laughed out loud.
This time the ears are not red.
Probably stimulated.
Fu Mingyuan put the ice pack into the basin next to him, but did not put down Shen Qi's legs.
He slowly helped Shen Qi put down his trouser legs, his movements were very slow, neither rushed nor dry.
Then he raised his eyes and stared at Shen Qi's lips.
Five seconds later, he leaned forward.
At first it was just a taste.
Afterwards, the lips were intertwined.
Shen Qi raised his head and closed his eyes, grabbing the other's collar with one hand and the other's wrist with the other.