"Okay, I'm going to rush for Allen." Zhao Jingting looked at Xie Lun's bright eyes, and his heart felt extremely soft. He leaned down and kissed Xie Lun's slightly dry lips, then hurriedly got out of bed and put on his clothes. Putting on his boots and a heavy cotton robe, he left the main hall.
Kulun is located in the northern border of Dali. It is freezing cold for six or seven months of the year. This is also the coldest time of the year. It is not an exaggeration to say that dripping water turns into ice.
Xie Lun lay on the bed and watched Zhao Jingting emerge from the main hall in a thick cotton robe. He felt warm in his heart. He burrowed under the quilt again and looked at an ugly red paper lantern hanging on the bedpost. He couldn't help but be intrigued. He curled his lips and smiled gently.
That paper lantern was bought for him by Zhao Jingting. On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month of the previous year, Zhao Jingting followed dozens of soldiers to a nearby town to purchase supplies for the army to celebrate the festival. At that time, he saw the beautiful red lanterns on the stalls and wanted to give them to him. Xie Lun brought one back, but he, a dignified General Cullen, was really embarrassed to carry such a small palm-sized lantern, so he bought the small lantern secretly, and then stuffed the lantern into his arms. I thought about giving it to Xie Lun as soon as I got back.
But as soon as he returned to the camp, Zhao Jingting was busy with other things, so he forgot about the small lantern. When he came back at night and took off his clothes to sleep, he discovered the paper lantern in his arms.
By that time, the paper lantern had already become wrinkled and could not be seen as a lantern at all. Zhao Jingting sent the broken paper lantern to Xie Lun with an embarrassed look on his face. Xie Lun naturally disliked it and treated Zhao Jingting well. He was sarcastic, but the next day, Xie Lun repaired the crumpled paper lantern again. Not only was it repaired, he also hung it on the bedpost. He was a little embarrassed, fearing that Zhao Jingting would laugh at him, but what did Zhao Jingting see? He didn't say anything, but he was tortured quite a lot that night.
The two have known each other for a year, and they have become more and more tacit about this matter. In the past, Xie Lun was always afraid of pain, but now Zhao Jingting is proficient in business and can serve Mr. Xie to the heavens and the earth every time. Xie Lun is so stubborn. , but his body is very honest. Zhao Jingting really likes how he talks about being upright.
Xie Lun looked at the red paper lantern and felt sweet in his heart. He buried his head in the quilt and smiled secretly.
The old gangster Zhao Jingting was actually quite nice to him. Although he was rough-tongued and clumsy, and he didn't know how to speak nicely, and he often didn't understand people's feelings, he was really kind to him. Although he was not willing to admit that he and Zhao Jingting had a good relationship. fact, but now he really treats Zhao Jingting as a family member.
family…
hey-hey.
Sherron felt shameful and sweet.
"Don't sleep with your head covered. If you look carefully, you'll feel dizzy again..." As soon as Zhao Jingting came in, he saw Xie Lun smothering himself in the quilt. He was so busy that he put down the hot brown sugar tea in his hand and took Xie Lun out of the quilt. He dug it out, but unexpectedly Xie Lun hugged his neck. Zhao Jingting's old heart almost burst out of his chest. He felt Xie Lun's hot body rushing against him with stiffness all over. On his body, he felt Xie Lun's hands hugging him tightly. It took him a long time to react. He stretched out his hands and hugged Xie Lun. When he spoke again, his voice was trembling, "Alan, you are really good."