The story of the two dutiful sons in the ward reconciling as before has already spread vividly through Sister Niu's mouth.
Everyone in the ward on this floor knows that the two brothers are now like glue, and they have used it to teach their children—
"Look at how harmonious they are, who fights like you all day?"
"Look, they went out to dinner together again."
"Tsk, what's wrong with a big man holding hands, your father and I don't hang out with your Uncle Wang all day long, that's what brothers are called! Don't talk about holding hands, what's the big deal between brothers and sleep naked together? Young and ignorant."
…
A week later, the old man can be discharged from the hospital after removing the stitches. It happened to be the weekend. Ying Tongchen was busy with all the formalities and took the old man home.
"Where's Zhuo Shu's filial son?" The old man laughed and got into the car, "I'm around me every day, and my brain hurts because of the quarrel, how come I can't see anyone?"
"He went to the company, and he has accumulated a lot of official business these days."
The old man leaned on the back of the chair and said with a smile: "Thanks to you, I have heard a lot of stories in the past few days."
Ying Tongchen smiled helplessly: "What versions are there?"
"One is a wealthy family fighting for inheritance, the other is a real son and an adopted son, and the other is even more outrageous, saying that I am your big brother, and I will be both a big brother and a father for you. Now the big brother is in trouble, and the two younger brothers unite to make money for me. recuperate."
Ying Tongchen laughed out loud: "The days in hospital are too boring, so naturally there is a lot of gossip."
"I'm not bored." The old man chuckled, "I'm about to be annoyed by Zhuo Shu. When you're not around, pester me to tell you about your past, and even ask for photos."
Ying Tongchen hooked the corner of his mouth: "I don't have any photos, I don't have any."
"But I have." The old man smiled proudly.
"What, what?!" Ying Tongchen looked at him suddenly, then turned back to look at the road ahead, "What picture do you have of me?"
"Do you remember when you just transferred schools, the class I took happened to have an English drama performance by Snow White?"
Ying Tongchen's mouth twitched: "No, remember, yes."
"I couldn't find anyone at that time, so I was looking for someone in your class to make up the number." The old man smiled, "You just happened to be the vicious eldest sister."
"..."
"Who made you look good." The old man sighed, "It's a pity that you stole all the limelight from Snow White, and the indifferent face is so vivid, especially when the Lolita dress is on you.. . . . "
"If you say one more sentence, don't blame me for disregarding the relationship between teachers and students." Ying Tongchen gritted his teeth.
After a long while, Ying Tongchen suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road, turned his head to look at him suddenly, and said with hindsight, "You don't have a photo of me at that time, do you?!"
"That's right." The old man nodded, "How successful that performance was, of course I had to take pictures, or high-definition pictures taken with a camera."
"..." Ying Tongchen said in disbelief, "You wouldn't give him the photo, would you?"
"How could I give it to him so easily? It's your exclusive private photo anyway," the old man said.
Ying Tongchen's heart was relieved, and as soon as he started the car, he heard the old man say, "So Zhuo Shu bought it from me at a high price."
Ying Tongchen: "!"
As soon as Zhuo Shu picked up the phone, he was interrupted by Mi Shu: "Mr. Zhuo, you have looked at your phone countless times and tried to scare me with a weird laugh, but it's all useless. signed."
Zhuo Shu grabbed his cell phone back, like he was hiding some treasure, covered it up, and then looked at the file.
At this moment, the phone rang, and he grinned, then coughed, restrained his excessive smile, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ying Tongchen listened to his tone as usual, for a while he wondered if he had even looked at the photos, and asked from the side, "What are you doing?"
"I'm dealing with official business." Zhuo Shu said.
Ying Tongchen was full of doubts, and said humbly, "Can I ask you for a pair of eyes that haven't seen the photo?"
Zhuo Shu said with a muffled laugh, "It's too late."
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Half a minute later, Ying Tongchen said without love, "Let's break up."
"No way." Zhuo Shu said, "Come to the hotel at night, I have something to tell you."
"What's up?"
"You'll know when you come."
After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Shu couldn't help but glance at the photo.
The person in the photo is standing on the stage, wearing a delicate skirt, a wig, and a small white folding fan in his hand.
Bang, heart sniping.
As soon as Mi Shu looked up, she saw the boss clutching his chest and hitting his head against the table, startled: "Boss, what's wrong with you? Don't do this, make a will first!"
Zhuo Shu raised his head and glanced at her sharply: "What I want you to prepare, are you ready?"
"Send it right away." Mi Shu said.
"Okay, let's go out first." Zhuo Shu waved his hand calmly, and as soon as the person left, he immediately turned on his phone and started licking the screen frantically.
I couldn't help it, and then I sent a few circles of friends, but it was still only visible to one person.
[Zhuo Zi's parents]: Beautiful! [picture]
[Class Teacher] Reply: Do you want to be beaten
[KW Zhuoshu]: So beautiful! [picture]
[Yanyu Yingtongchen]: Do you want to be beaten? ?
[.]:very beautiful! [picture]
[Ying]: You wait.
Zhuo Shu hesitated and sent Ying Tongchen a begging expression: [Poor] [Poor] [Poor]
Ying Tongchen then realized that they were all three trumpet bosses, and they all bumped into each other...
After dinner in the evening, I wanted to stay and watch TV, but the old man kicked him out: "Go, go back to your house, I want to live my own nightlife."
Ying Tongchen had no choice but to rush to the hotel, full of murderous intent, opened the door, and saw the other party sitting in front of the desk, reading a book, very quiet and well-behaved, he had taken a shower in advance, his hair was lying on his head, and the neckline of the bathrobe was slightly open.
"The book is reversed." Ying Tongchen reminded.
Zhuo Shu turned the book in a different direction with a blank expression, and continued to pretend to turn a page.
Ying Tongchen closed the door and just stepped forward, without raising his head, he stretched out his arms around his waist, pressed him on his lap, raised his head and covered his lips.
"Why so late?" Zhuo Shu took a light bite, "The food is getting cold."
"And food?" Ying Tongchen asked in surprise.
Zhuo Shu pointed to himself: "If you don't come again, my brother and I will not be cold."
"..." For a long time, Ying Tongchen pushed him away, "I'll take a shower first."
"it is good."
After waiting for the others to enter the bathroom, Zhuo Shu came to his senses and quickly took out a gift box from under the table.
Ying Tongchen finished taking a shower, opened the door, saw a big box with a bow on the bed, walked over to open the lid, and asked, "What is this... What is this?!"
Zhuo Shu smiled and said, "This one is the closest to the same style."
Ying Tongchen picked up the Lo skirt, gave him a cool look, and smiled: "Do you want to wear it?"
"No, I don't want to." Zhuo Shu explained, "Actually, there is something I want to confirm."
"Confirm what?"
Zhuo Shu said ashamedly: "I want to see, if you wear women's clothes, I will still like you (/ω＼)"
"?" Ying Tongchen said quietly, "After you think about it, talk about it."
Zhuo Shu scratched his head, but he couldn't tell the truth. He simply bent his index and middle fingers, placed them on the palm of his other hand, made a kneeling gesture, and said aggrievedly, "Please, get dressed. "
After a while, Zhuo Shu stood outside the door holding his skirt.
Just as the passing room attendant was about to step forward to ask, he immediately waved his hand, sent the person away, and knocked on the door softly: "Open the door, open the door..."
At this moment, an unexpected person came out from the next room.
"Mr. Zhuo? Why are you standing here?" Liu Liang came over.
Zhuo Shu immediately pressed against the door and turned his head away from him: "You recognized the wrong person."
Liu Liang went around to the other side again: "How could I recognize the wrong person, who else can such a handsome and handsome person be besides President Zhuo?"
Zhuo Shu immediately nodded and said, "Hello, it's right here."
"Long time no see, Mr. Zhuo, but what are you doing standing in the hallway dressed like this?" Liu Liang looked at his clothes from top to bottom, and when he saw the skirt in his hand, he paused and shook his hands. , "This skirt is...?"
Zhuo Shu looked up at the sky and simply pretended to be dead.
Unexpectedly, Liu Lion reacted greatly, reaching out and grabbing the skirt, looking a little nostalgic, and murmured: "Is it you? My princess."
Zhuo Shu: "?"
When Liu Liang raised his head again, his eyes became bright and energetic: "Mr. Zhuo, do you know Moucheng No. 3 Middle School?"
"I know." Isn't this the school where Ying Tongchen and the old man used to be
Zhuo Shu looked at him: "Aren't you a student of No. 3 Middle School?"
"Yeah! Take a good look at me again, do you have any impressions?" Liu Liong stepped forward excitedly, and almost touched him.
Zhuo Shu quickly took a few steps back.
"You really don't remember me?" Liu Liang suddenly remembered something, "Oh yes, I changed a stage name before my debut. My original name is Liu Mang, do you have an impression?"
Zhuo Shu: "...No."
"I also confessed to you back then, my princess!" Liu Liang said, clutching her skirt, "I am your junior, and your demeanor on the stage was so mesmerizing, I fell deeply into it. , so I also had a stage dream, and a dream about you. At the end of the performance, I went to the backstage to confess to you, but you pushed me away without saying a word. It was really cold and ruthless. Handsome! It's a pity that the next day I was dismissed by the school because of repeated fights, and I can't confess to you again."
Speaking of this, Liu Lion became shy and timid, twisted his shoulders and bumped him, "It turns out that my princess is actually you, maybe this is the arrangement of fate... Hmm? What is your expression? ?"
Zhuo Shu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he gave him a deep look, wishing to use his eyes to linger him again and again.
Seeing his deep eyes, Liu Liang couldn't help but become shy: "Mr. Zhuo, my room is next to me~"
As soon as the voice fell, 2808's room opened.
Liu Lion leaned half of his body against the door. He was caught off guard and almost fell into it. Fortunately, a hand grabbed his arm and stabilized him.
Then-
He was pushed away.
What a familiar feeling!
He looked at each other in surprise, but he didn't expect to see Ying Tongchen again! The ghost lingers!
Ying Tongchen glanced at him lightly, then turned to look at Zhuo Shu.
Zhuo Shu walked in immediately, and after a while, Zhuo Shu came out angrily, pointed at Liu Liang fiercely, and gritted his teeth: "I remember you, wait for me."
Liu Lion: "Okay~"
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Ying Tongchen was about to close the door when his eyes inadvertently fell on the skirt in his hand, and he reached out and snatched it back.
"Hey, what are you doing..." Liu Lion was about to ask questions when he saw him glance at him indifferently and closed the door.
Liu Lion blinked, and a sense of familiarity hit his face.
For a long time, he opened his mouth in surprise, held his head in his hands, and muttered: "Wait, wait, there seems to be something wrong, why is this kid more like my princess???"
After Zhuo Shu returned to the room, he turned around and asked, "Do you have an impression of him?"
Ying Tongchen: "Not at all."
"Okay, you're eavesdropping."
"..."
Zhuo Shu was annoyed, he stuck his head on the bed, and muttered, "That man is so ugly, you must not have an impression of him."
"Don't you know who he likes?"
"Who?"
Ying Tongchen glanced at him and smiled silently: "Fool."
The more Zhuo Shu thought about it, the more angry he became. When he thought that when they didn't know each other, Ying Tongchen might have provoked too many peach blossoms. Isn't he dangerous
It turns out that falling in love is such a dangerous thing
No, I still have to take the time to learn how to hold a man's heart.
He took his mobile phone and searched the Internet for a while, and found that there was no movement from Ying Tongchen. He turned around and glanced at the room: "Tongchen?"
"I'm here." Ying Tongchen's voice sounded in the bathroom, "That... Come in."
Zhuo Shu opened the door and saw that Ying Tongchen had already put on the skirt, the purple silk yarn was embellished with some silver stars, which perfectly fit his long and slender figure, very elegant.
Ying Tongchen's ears were slightly hot, his eyes dodged, he turned around, revealing a clean back: "Help me pull the zipper."
Zhuo Shu took a breath and didn't pull it up for a long time, and hugged him directly back to the room.
Ying Tongchen fell on the soft quilt, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You need to promise me one thing first."
"Promise, promise, whatever you say." Zhuo Shu said impatiently.
That night, the two of them lay in bed for a few more meteor showers.
Zhuo Shu is very enthusiastic and finds that he is very happy whether he wears men's or women's clothes.
When Ying Tongchen fell asleep, he secretly dropped a kiss on his forehead and whispered, "I love you."
The next day, there was a cry from the room.
"Ah! Don't go too far!"
"Who promised me." Ying Tongchen pulled hard.
Zhuo Shu screamed again, and intuitively his waist was about to break.
He looked down at the skirt on his body and wanted to cry without tears: "I'm really blinded by lard."
"Hold your breath, it will be pulled up soon." Ying Tongchen instructed.
Zhuo Shu lifted it up in one breath, almost backing it, but the zipper was only pulled up a little.
"Forget it." Ying Tongchen let go.
Zhuo Shu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a "click" and looked at Ying Tongchen in horror.
Ying Tongchen shook his phone and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, you can go home."
Zhuoshu: T^T
Not long after, Ying Tongchen also posted a few circles of friends.
[Class teacher]: Beautiful! [picture]
[Zhuo Zi's parent] Reply: Don't post it, don't post it again, it will be stupid to post it again.
[Words should be the same as the dust]: It's so beautiful! [picture]
[KW Zhuoshu]: Tigers cry.jpg
[Ying]: Very beautiful! [picture]
[. ]: Kneel down.jpg