At Wen Zhixu's request, Wen Xunchuan parked his car in front of a pet shop not far from his home.
Before getting out of the car, Wen Zhixu reminded him worriedly: "Don't drive out at night."
Wen Xunchuan said helplessly, "Don't worry, I will call a driver when I come back."
After Wen Zhixu left, Wen Xunchuan started the car and drove in the opposite direction.
There are quite a lot of people in the supermarket on a Friday night.
He pushed the shopping cart slowly through the crowd, and then called to the connected phone: "Aunt Chen, I'm Xunchuan."
"Hey, Xiao Chuan." Aunt Chen on the phone responded and asked, "Are you in the supermarket again?"
"Yeah." Wen Xunchuan smiled, and slowly scanned the shelves beside him, "Is there anything I need to buy at home? Food, rice, oil, salt, or fruits, health care products, etc."
A soft sigh came from the opposite side: "Oh, the fruit you brought last week was spoiled and your mother didn't eat it. Don't buy it. It's a waste of money, and it's also a waste of things."
"If my mother doesn't eat it, you can eat it, how could it be spoiled." Wen Xunchuan said with a nonchalant smile.
"It's not that you don't know that your mother is now..."
While talking, a few coughs suddenly sounded from the other end of the phone. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong with my mother?"
"Isn't it a change of season? I've been saying that my throat is a bit uncomfortable these two days." Aunt Chen quietly lowered her voice, "Let's not talk about it, and your mother will be angry when she hears me calling you..."
Before hanging up, she explained again, "There is no shortage of food at home, so don't waste money."
Wen Xunchuan looked at the hung up phone and sighed.
It was past nine o'clock when he returned home after shopping, and he was too lazy to waste time making food, so he simply lay on the sofa to let his mind go for a while, got up, took a shower, cleaned himself up, and went out.
He knew that Wen Zhixu had the habit of eating breakfast, so he usually stocked up some food in the car, so that he could rest his stomach on the road in case he was late together. While waiting for the traffic light, Wen Xunchuan opened the glove box in front of the co-pilot, and found out a pack of freshly dated biscuits from it without accident. He opened it and ate a few mouthfuls to pad his stomach, so as not to drink on an empty stomach later and get a stomachache .
It was just after eleven o'clock when he arrived at this gay bar called 'Forbidden Color', and it was the time when the Venerable Master opened the door and walked all the way in when he saw someone walking towards him.
The boy wore a black choker around his neck, and the diamond studs on his earlobes reflected the dazzling light in the dim light of the bar. He raised the corners of his lips and greeted him, "Hi, Brother Chuan."
This little mixed-race mandarin is very standard, and if Wen Xunchuan remembers correctly, this kid's Chinese name is also quite interesting—Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo raised his hand to hook his arm very naturally, tilted his head and sniffed at his neck, and praised: "The perfume smells very good."
It's just the beginning of spring, and the boy is not afraid of the cold, so he wears a short white T-shirt, revealing a white and slender waist; The outline is particularly attractive.
"Thank you." Wen Xunchuan put his arms around his slender waist, turned his head and whispered in his ear, "You are beautiful."
Qian Duoduo laughed softly: "Then today I will give you a chance to buy a pretty boy for a drink."
"My pleasure."
Interlaced and flickering light above the head is projected into a wine glass held up by a person, the clear wine is soaked in brilliance by the brilliant light, and it is also reflected in the narrow and sentimental eyes of the person holding the wine glass, turning the dark eyes of the person Plated a bit blurred.
Wen Xunchuan took a sip of the wine lightly, and as the pungent and sweet wine passed down his throat, a faint burning sensation appeared in his stomach. He tapped the edge of the glass a few times with his slender fingers, knowing that he could never drink the wine anymore, so he leaned over and put the glass back on the table.
"Brother Chuan, I can't drink anymore." Qian Duoduo leaned softly into Wen Xunchuan's arms, resting his chin on his shoulder, a pair of watery almond eyes contained a thin layer of mist, and the voice leaning over his ear Sweet and greasy, "I'm a little drunk, take me away."
Wen Xunchuan kissed his forehead lightly, said "OK" in a low voice, put his arms around his waist with one hand, and went sideways to pick up his coat to help him put it on.
Qian Duoduo seemed to enjoy such tenderness, he half leaned against Wen Xunchuan's strong chest, and his restless palms groped in between the two buttons on Wen Xunchuan's shirt chest.
Wen Xunchuan raised his hand to hold the back of his hand, and the movement of his hand was so light that there was no intention of rejection. He chuckled lightly, with a deep and hoarse voice, "Hey, go back and play."
While speaking, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall and straight figure standing beside them, his gaze was from bottom to top, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of straight long legs.
Wen Xunchuan raised his eyes, and looked up at He Linzhou's angry eyes.
He Linzhou narrowed his eyes and looked down at him and the person in his arms.
His mentality has collapsed since he saw the two of them together from a distance just now. This little bastard almost made a fuss with him in the bathroom yesterday, but he didn't fucking get involved, and he was fucked by Wen Xunchuan in the blink of an eye. on.
Thinking that I didn't make it because of that bastard Wen Xunchuan, a fire rushed from the soles of my feet to the center of my eyebrows, and I almost felt that my eyes were burning hot when I stared at the doggy couple in front of me.
When Qian Duoduo saw him, he sat up straight, and the foggy eyes that were still hazy and drunk just now disappeared in a blink of an eye. There was a bit of obvious pampering in his expression, and a somewhat artificial embarrassment in his tone, "Young Master He, I'm really not interested in you, why do you bother me so much..."
He Linzhou interrupted him coldly: "Get out of the way."
Although Qian Duoduo is not big in stature, he has a righteous personality. He subconsciously got up and stood in front of Wen Xunchuan, raised his head slightly and frowned at He Linzhou, his tone was displeased, "Are you crazy? Tell me directly about the matter between us, why are you so cruel to others?"
He Linzhou's eyes passed over his head, and his sharp and deep eyes cast on Wen Xunchuan behind him. The man leaned back comfortably into the back of the soft sofa, his eyes were full of amusement, as if he was watching a play.
Looking at Wen Xunchuan's appearance, he felt angry for no reason.
Suddenly, a strange light flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up into an evil smile.
Putting away his eyes and staring back at Qian Duoduo's face full of resentment, he said coldly, "I said, get out of the way."
Before Qian Duoduo could react, He Linzhou pushed him away and sat down next to Wen Xunchuan. Before Wen Xunchuan could react, he had already put his arms around Wen Xunchuan's shoulders, looking at Qian Duoduo with provocative eyes.
Qian Duoduo looked surprised, looked at Wen Xunchuan, and called out, "Chuan, Brother Chuan?"
Wen Xunchuan, who was completely frozen, suddenly came back to his senses, and struggled twice in He Linzhou's arms, but his shoulders were tightly bound and he couldn't move. His face was livid, and he was about to open his mouth to curse when he couldn't bear it anymore, when suddenly something soft and warm covered his lips, blocking back the words he hadn't spoken yet.
The expression on the face of the little bastard in front of him gradually changed from astonishment to horror, and finally, a curse broke his voice: "... What the fuck?"