Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao were not sitting very well, in the corner where they couldn't see the scenery.
The decoration and tableware of the whole restaurant are a bit old. The white porcelain plate in front of Zhang Jue is missing a small corner, there are many scratches on the porcelain surface, and the knife is a bit dull, which caused him to fork the meat when cutting the steak. Crooked, almost forked out of the plate.
Chen Boqiao didn't say anything, he quietly put away Zhang Jue's plate, cut it for him, and put it back in front of him.
Zhang Jue couldn't remember exactly what topics the two of them talked about that day, whether the food tasted good or not. He always felt that the meal would be over not long after they were seated.
It's like taking a very unsure test in school. The feeling of doing the questions is not very good. As soon as you get out of the test room, you forget the questions.
Zhang Jue's cash is almost used up, and he needs to go to another safe house to get it. He drank alcohol, so Chen Boqiao still drove.
The Asian League is a left-hand drive car, but Chen Boqiao's right-hand drive car also drives well, carrying Zhang Jue through the streets of Bangkok in mid-December.
When passing the sign of a big supermarket built on the corner of the street not far away, Zhang Zhizhi suddenly had a very practical idea, but before he could say anything, the car drove past the parking opening.
There appears to be an accident near the safe house, blocking the entire road.
After waiting for a while, the road was blocked, Zhang Jue asked Chen Boqiao to pull over to stop and walked over by himself. After going upstairs to get the cash, Zhang Jue passed a small pharmacy, he paused, thought for a few seconds, pushed the door and walked in, the air-conditioning and the fragrance of Thai medicine wafted toward him.
A clerk sat by the glass counter and looked at his mobile phone. When Zhang Jue walked to the counter and tapped the glass counter lightly, he took off one earphone and raised his face. Seeing Zhang Jue, the clerk was stunned for a moment, then took off the other earphone, smiled softly, and asked Zhang Jue a sentence in Thai.
Zhang Jue didn't understand, but guessed that he should be asking what he wanted, so he asked in English, "Is there any contraceptive pills."
The clerk was stunned, Zhang Jue slowly repeated it again, and the clerk responded and said yes, and asked Zhang Jue which one he wanted, long-term or short-term, expensive or cheap.
"It's short-term," Zhang Jue replied succinctly, "It's expensive."
"Imported medicine, North America," the clerk took the most expensive box to Zhang Jue, "but the short-acting one has more side effects than the long-acting one."
The pillbox is flamboyantly designed, with the words "freedom" and "passion" in huge blue English, and a small print that says "this product minimizes the chance of pregnancy from markings and knots."
"What are the side effects?" Zhang Jue never thought that he would come to the pharmacy to buy contraceptives for the first 28 years, nor did he do any research. He didn't even know if he could conceive or not. During the examination a few years ago, the doctor also told him that his reproductive cavity was affected by the alpha gland pheromone and did not develop very well.
But Chen Boqiao cares more.
"Nausea," the clerk pointed to his stomach and patted his head again, "dizzy."
Zhang Jue nodded indifferently, paid the order, but didn't ask for the bag, he opened the box on the counter, grabbed the aluminum foil containing the medicine, lowered his head and thought about it, and asked the clerk to ask for a glass of warm water, swallowed a piece of medicine, and then put it away. Foil tucks into trouser pockets.
He thought so, Chen Boqiao didn't have to see him taking medicine.
Zhang Jue went out from the pharmacy, and the road in front of the bank was open to traffic. He walked to the side of the car, opened the car door, Chen Boqiao did not turn on the air conditioner, opened the sunroof of the off-road vehicle, adjusted the back of the seat, and laid his head on his arms to bask in the sun.
"Aren't you hot?" Zhang Jue asked, closing the car door.
Chen Boqiao straightened the back of his seat, started the engine, and answered the question: "What do you want to do this afternoon?"
They are not far from the day they board the ship. If there is no accident, in three days, they will be able to board the cruise to North America, and then drift on the Pacific Ocean for more than half a month to reach the next stop. Zhang Jue also knew that he should seize the opportunity and do something he never dared to think about before, but he couldn't think of it for a while, and finally looked at Chen Boqiao for a while, and said tentatively, "What do you think."
Chen Boqiao sighed lightly, looked at Zhang Jue with a smile, and said, "Let's take you for a ride first." He took off the sunglasses he wore while basking in the sun, put it aside, and drove forward.
Chen Bo Bridge did not drive fast, and moved forward along a river at will.
After driving for a while, Zhang Jue saw a familiar large Teddy sculpture and pointed it to Chen Boqiao: "The cat is sent to this hospital."
Chen Boqiao slowed down the speed of the car. "It's all right anyway," he asked Zhang Jue, "Do you want to go and have a look?" Zhang Jue said yes, he turned the corner, stopped at the entrance of the pet hospital, and said thoughtfully, "I don't know if Wen Yin is here or not. ."
Zhang Jue remembered Chen Boqiao's praise of how lovely the reception was, and his mood was a little ups and downs. He knew that he was purely out of jealousy, but he didn't know how to maintain peace, so he didn't speak, and walked in with Chen Boqiao in silence.
When passing the doll wall, he said to Chen Boqiao, "The doll I gave you was bought here."
Harrison often slaps Zhang Jue, saying he doesn't pick gifts and always buys expensive but useless things to give away.
The doll that looked like the cat Chen Boqiao picked up was very cheap, but Chen Boqiao still seemed to think it was good. He took off the dust bag that day, touched it a few times, and looked into Zhang Jue's eyes and said he liked it.
Since he likes it, Zhang Jue hopes that Chen Boqiao can never throw it away.
"I saw it at a glance," Zhang Jue added, describing his fate with the doll, "I think it's very similar."
Chen Boqiao looked at the doll wall and nodded.
Wen Reception was bringing other guests that day, and his colleague, a beautiful female beta named May, entertained Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao on his behalf. May took them to see the kitten, and the kitten, with the Elizabethan circle, cuddled up in her cubicle, one paw sticking out, fiddling with the toy ball.
Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao stood in front of it, and it looked up, let out a "Mi", and continued to play the ball in a bored way.
"Have you thought of the name?" Zhang Jue approached Chen Boqiao and asked him.
Chen Boqiao held his arms, looked at the kitten for a few seconds, and said, "No."
"Xiao Wen likes it very much," May said with a smile on the side, "I named it privately, An Qi, because it is so good as a little angel."
Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue and asked Zhang Jue, "How is it?"
Zhang Jue was not sure what Chen Boqiao meant, whether he thought An Qi was good or bad, but from the bottom of his heart, he felt that the name An Qi was very suitable, so he admitted: "Not bad."
"Call An Qi if you like." Chen Boqiao shrugged.
Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao came out after watching the cat, and Wen's reception was finished, and they stood in the corridor waiting for them.
Wen receptionist was wearing a loose pet hospital uniform, his hair was dyed brown, softly attached to his face, and he waved happily when he saw Zhang Jue. His voice was sweet, and he said softly, "I thought you had left Bangkok."
Zhang Jue introduced Chen Boqiao, and the receptionist said hello, and then said to Zhang Jue a little shyly, "I heard from May that you still use my name."
Seeing Zhang Jue nodded, Wen Fang smiled: "Thank you." He said that the doctor was free, so he could meet with them, learn about An Qi's physical condition, and take them to the doctor's office.
Zhang never wanted to let Chen Boqiao know that he was going to bring the cat home, so he lightly tapped Wen Ying's shoulder, wanting Wen Ying to slow down a bit so that he could say a few words of exhortation. Unexpectedly, Chen Boqiao seemed to notice his gesture immediately and looked back at him. Zhang Jue had to let go of his hand again.
The doctors at the pet hospital were very enthusiastic, took out the operation records and shared them with Zhang Jue.
Chen Boqiao sat and listened for a while, glanced at the wall clock on the office wall, and said he was going to the bathroom.
Wen reception took Chen Boqiao out, Zhang Jue chatted with the doctor a few more words, and after signing a form, his hands were stained with ink for some reason, so he asked for the direction of the bathroom and walked out.
When he passed an intersection, he took the wrong road. When he found it, when he was looking for the way again, he happened to meet Chen Boqiao and Wen Reception and went back.
The two turned their backs to Zhang Jue and did not meet each other.
Wen Reception is chatting with Chen Boqiao: "That doll is very similar to An Qi, I don't know who it was given to."
Chen Boqiao said, "Give it to me."
"Ah," Wen Yingxiu was a little surprised, and asked Chen Boqiao again, "So you like dolls?"
Chen Boqiao paused before answering a sentence.
They had walked a little far and reached the end of the corridor, so Zhang Jue couldn't hear the specific sentence Chen Boqiao said clearly, but only listened to Chen Boqiao's ending and tone, which obviously meant denial.
Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's back, and only moved after a while. He didn't feel too sad, he thought for a few seconds about how to avoid misunderstandings in the future, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands, didn't look up at himself in the mirror, dried his hands with a tissue, and walked slowly back to the office.
As soon as Zhang Jue entered the door, he saw Chen Boqiao glanced at the wall clock again, and said he was ready to go back.
Wen Yi took them out, passed the reception corridor of the pet hospital, passed the front hall and the small pool, and then walked to the doll wall.
Chen Boqiao hugged Zhang Jue and turned around, politely said goodbye to Wen Reception, half pushed Zhang Jue forward, and passed the doll wall without looking sideways.
When he got to the car, Chen Boqiao drove for a while and suddenly asked Zhang Jue, "What did you want to say to him just now?"
Zhang Jue didn't expect that Chen Boqiao still remembered it, so he said lightly: "Ask if the fee is enough."
Chen Boqiao didn't say anything, so he couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.
On the other hand, Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao several times and said hesitantly, "I saw him today, do you think he is cute?"
Chen Boqiao glanced at him and asked, "What do you think, cute?"
Zhang Jue rarely boldly pointed out: "I asked first."
Chen Boqiao suddenly smiled, raised his hand and rubbed Zhang Jue's head, and said, "Normal." Then he withdrew his hand and looked straight ahead.
Turning a corner, there is a safe house not far ahead, Chen Boqiao put his left hand in front of Zhang Jue and asked him, "Do you want it now?"
Zhang Jue turned his face to look at Chen Boqiao. Chen Boqiao was driving seriously, as if he just brought Zhang Jue an apple.
But Zhang Jue accepted it, and Chen Boqiao clasped his fingers openly.
He was happy and unhappy today, but now he felt very happy, but he still couldn't believe that the goddess of luck suddenly came to him, so he lowered his head slightly, grabbed Chen Boqiao's hand, and kissed the back of Chen Boqiao's hand.
Chen Boqiao didn't respond, and let Zhang Jue touch his lips with his lips, without speaking, without exerting any force, and without pulling his hand away. I don't know if it was Zhang Jue's delusion, but the smell of pine in the carriage became stronger.
Going upstairs and entering the room, just as the door closed, Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's shoulder, pressed him against the door, and kissed him.
In the narrow passage to the living room, Zhang Jue's clothes were thrown in a mess.
The screen was closed, the curtains were half open, but the room was still bright.
Chen Boqiao was sitting on the sofa, his shirt was off, but his pants were still on.
However, Zhang Jue didn't have an inch of thread. He knelt on Chen Boqiao's side with his legs spread apart, unbuttoned Chen Boqiao's belt with a slight trembling, pulled off the cold iron zipper, and held onto the prepared place of Chen Boqiao, slowly. slowly into his body.
Chen Boqiao is very hard and big, Zhang Jue can't get it all at once, he can only move up and down slowly and slightly. When he sat down to the end and hunched over to kiss Chen Boqiao's Adam's apple, he remembered that he forgot to tell Chen Boqiao that he had taken the medicine.
He got up again, breathed steadily, and said to Chen Boqiao, "No condom."
"It doesn't matter." Chen Boqiao said, pressed him down, and put the second half of the sentence "But I took medicine" back into his mouth.
Zhang Jue moved for a while, leaning on Chen Boqiao for breath. Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "Are you tired?"
They were in a hurry, Chen Boqiao didn't take off his clothes, his beard was attached to Zhang Jue's chest and collarbone, his right hand was on Zhang Jue's ribs, and his left hand was wrapped around Zhang Jue's buttocks.
Zhang Jue looked down at Chen Boqiao, shook his head gently, Chen Boqiao raised his hand, pinched Zhang Jue's chin, and caressed Zhang Jue's cheek.
"Zhang Jue, you're blushing," he said.
Chen Boqiao pressed Zhang Jue's lower lip, pulled Zhang Jue closer, biting Zhang Jue's chin and lips, and soon after, Chen Boqiao changed his posture, pressed Zhang Jue on the sofa, and grabbed Zhang Jue. His knees went in and out, squeezing straight into Zhang Jue's genital cavity. He wasn't so tepid anymore, but he didn't seem to be trying hard enough to make a knot.
Zhang Jue's legs were throbbing and hurting, and he didn't want to have sex in a bright place, so he endured it for a while, grabbed Chen Boqiao's arm, and whispered, "Chen Boqiao."
Chen Boqiao's hand on Zhang Jue's waist seemed to tighten a little, and he responded with a single tone and stopped.
Zhang Jue said, "I want to go back to my room."
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue for a few seconds, picked Zhang Jue up, and walked towards the bedroom. He walked steadily and easily, put Zhang Jue on the bed, and pressed it down smoothly.