Even if the nature of friends is not so pure, no one will cross the line before they are exposed. They abide by the norms of communication between adults-sometimes alienation is precisely a kind of self-protection.
Wen Rengui knew his heart disease, so he always felt unreasonable indebtedness towards Mu Cheng. But in fact, they don't have any emotional entanglements, so many years of being close to each other as lovers is just an approximation.
If you want to pursue it seriously, the only thing that happened in college is that he went too far.
"If you don't go back, you can sleep in the guest room." Luo Shutu ate elegantly, but quickly, and finished eating before Wen Rengui was distracted. "I'll get up early tomorrow, and leave the key when you leave."
He spoke casually, Wen Rengui responded reflexively, turned around and realized something was wrong, hurriedly grabbed Rengui and said, "What key?"
Luo Shutu frowned and said, "This is my apartment."
"Why..." Just as the question was about to come out, Wenren Guisheng swallowed it back, the gentle smile on his face lost a bit of heat, but he still took the initiative to resolve the embarrassment very thoughtfully, "That's right, I can come and go so freely, why don't I I can't explain why the sky hit your partner."
"Well, I'm going to sleep." The man looked at him with a complicated expression, and did not deny it.
Wen Rengui felt slightly blocked, and said with a smile, "Good night."
He watched Mu Cheng enter the room, stared blankly at the closed door for a long time, then casually took a photo of the seafood porridge left on the table, and posted the photo on Weibo before he realized what he had done.
[Wenren: The weather is hot, and my appetite has diminished. I used to be able to finish my meal. Is there any good way to cheer up my appetite? ] followed by the porridge bowl just shot.
His fans are more than the average star, and the main support is Mu Cheng's "oranges". These fans waiting to be fed are almost heartbroken waiting for Mu Cheng's fraudulent Weibo, so they have to go to him to find comfort, and by the way, cute With the "Zongcheng" pairing, every time Mu Cheng routinely posts promotional news, this group of enthusiastic fans will always shout on Wenren Weibo to take care of idols.
Over time, Wen Rengui has formed a habit. Looking back at history, his blog in the past few years can be called Mu Cheng's daily life. Guo Guo's adulterous love instantly defeated all other orange opponents.
Sure enough, he didn't even have time to delete the thought, and the comments and retweets jumped out like mushrooms after rain.
[Old demon mmd: @闻人花打! Am I blind, that bowl! Don't deny it, let's get married! ]
[Jiujiu is not sad: Aite's hands are sore, come and see for yourself! Show affection, but seeing Xiaochengcheng actually using that bowl, moved doge~]
[Mengmeng da Xiaofengqing: Liangfang (laughing) Boss, eat you! ]
... and so on, the theme basically revolves around JQ and bowls, accompanied by a large screen of "eat you".
Wen Rengui frowned, turned off his phone and went to the kitchen to take out the bowl again, and understood the reason for the quick exposure.
The body of the bowl is porcelain white, painted with a group of Mu Cheng in Q version, their expressions are similar to those of real people, faint, but unexpectedly cute, and a line of beautiful small characters on the side: Dedicated to you, the 10th anniversary sz orange support club.
A very thoughtful gift, I guess many oranges who thought idols would keep the bowl didn't expect that Mu Cheng would honestly make the best use of what he had.
Wen Rengui laughed softly.
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The sea breeze is entangled with an unpleasant fishy smell, and the moonlight follows, and the frosty white color slowly dyes the darkness in the room. The breaths that are intertwined are so intimate, as if they touched the soul of each other, and can be heard The sound of a beating heart.
Confused, and in a trance.
The drooping gauze curtain was blown up, like the person's slender eyelashes closed, the smell of alcohol made the blood scald, and the breath he exhaled was hot with aphrodisiac.
He felt that this person could be possessed as long as he stretched out his hand, so simple and direct that his body and mind trembled.
Mu Cheng... He sighed in his heart, it was Mu Cheng.
No one understands Mu Cheng better than him, and no one understands how important Mu Cheng is to him.
In high school, his childhood sweetheart left him to travel across the ocean with others. This blow was too heavy for him at the time, and he almost completely fell astray—it was Mu Cheng who made up for that.
How it started is already blurred, when he noticed, he had been inseparable from Mu Cheng for a long time, that seemingly indifferent person had a soft heart, stretched out his hand to pull him out of the abyss, and gave his affection without hesitation.
They all know that he needs Mu Cheng, just like a lost traveler in the desert needs an oasis, the desire for life has nothing to do with other things. His selfishness is only to satisfy the huge emptiness, and he urgently needs to be redeemed in hesitation. His greedy face is hideously ugly.
The person on the body put his hand on his heart, and the soft hair fell on his face, like a kiss.
With his eyes open, he had never seen the man's face so clearly—the corners of the eyes and the brows, with the lightness of the moonlight, but he couldn't suppress the tainted beauty, revealing a forbearable joy amidst the pain.
The tightly closed lips locked the overflowing words or moans. He wanted to raise his hand to touch, but he couldn't move from the beginning to the end. What overwhelmed the pleasure was the unspeakable emotion.
At the last moment, the man's fingertips dug into his arm, and then he felt a slight wetness on his chest.
…
The dream is too charming, the more melancholy you wake up.
Wen Rengui leaned against the head of the bed and touched his chest in a daze. He deliberately forgot, but he just found out that he failed, and it was just a question: At that time, did Mu Cheng...cry
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The filming location was very close to Mu Cheng's apartment. Luo Shutu got up at four o'clock, slightly surprised to collect ten favorability points, then ignored it, and went to the living room after washing.
Freshly ground soy milk and fried noodles wrapped in plastic wrap were placed on the table, and a note was pressed under the key beside it. Luo Shutu picked it up and looked at it. It only said to heat up the breakfast and eat it as usual, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Luo Shutu: {I don’t know why