sinovels Chapter 23 Jin Gui
Chapter 23 Jin Gui
"No, I'm so precious."
He smiled, and Zhong Xun's unclear train of thought was interrupted. He leaned on Chu Tingdong and almost fell into his arms.
His eyes wandered, his face was flushed, and he suddenly said, "What the hell are you laughing at?"
Chu Tingdong frowned when he heard him swearing, this time he stretched out his hand to push him away.
Then he turned his head and looked at the fireworks on Jiangbin outside the car window.
Did not speak to him again.
There were still several stops before arriving home, Zhong Xun swiped his phone for a while, watching Song Yijin and the others chatting and blowing water in the group.
I don't know which idiot accidentally sent the message to the class, Xu Chunhong immediately responded with a voice message.
"What appointment? What canyon?! Liang Hui! How did you score in math in the last monthly exam! Can you exchange your game record for a grade for me!"
The boy named Liang Hui was the representative of the mathematics class, but he was terrible at mathematics, not as good as Zhong Xun. He hurriedly posted an emoji of kneeling down and crying in the class group.
Zhong Xun laughed so that his shoulders shook a little, and he followed Song Yijin and the others to mock him in the small group.
[Change the record of the fart, it's better not to change it. 】
After chatting for a few minutes, he was so sleepy that his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and the back and thigh injuries were really painful, so he simply pretended to be asleep, and tentatively, fell on Chu Tingdong's shoulder.
Chu Tingdong didn't respond.
Zhong Xun waited for a long time, couldn't help but slipped his eyes away and glanced over, only to be caught.
Chu Tingdong's eyes were dark, as if he couldn't see a ray of light, even the fireworks outside the car window. He stared at Zhong Xun coldly for a while, and didn't intend to push him away.
Neuropathy.
Zhong Xun murmured to himself, but leaning against Chu Tingdong, he smelled the familiar scent of clean soap, and fell asleep without holding back.
When he was about to get home, Chu Tingdong woke him up.
"Fuck." Zhong Xun frowned slightly, his eyelashes fluttered open, it was okay not to sleep, but after falling asleep, his whole body relaxed.
Suddenly sober again, coupled with the effect of alcohol, the whole body hurts as if the bones were smashed.
He wanted to rub his face, but as soon as his fingertips touched his cheek, he trembled in pain, and his face turned pale.
Chu Tingdong has already stood up, holding the handle on the roof to stand firm, with the other hand in his trouser pocket, staring down at his red and hot face, smelling the smell of alcohol, and mocking him lightly, " Serve it right."
Zhong Xun was not happy, and wanted to curse, but his bones were weak, his legs were trembling, and he closed his mouth limply.
When getting out of the car, he still brazenly grabbed Chu Tingdong's wrist and hung it on Chu Tingdong's shoulder, letting him be pulled down.
Late at night, the community was very quiet, and there was no one on the road.
"Go by yourself." Chu Tingdong said.
Zhong Xun refused, he was drunk, next to Chu Tingdong, his arm touched Chu Tingdong from time to time, he had a little fever, his fingertips were soft and hot, scratching Chu Tingdong's cool palm.
Chu Tingdong's palms itched, his finger bones tightened, and he grabbed his hand.
"Brother, do you think this looks like you just came home from a date?" Zhong Xun was a little hurt from being held by him, but he didn't hide, his eyelids were still thinly red, and he behaved nicely to him.
Chu Tingdong didn't make a sound.
Zhong Xun's feet were not stable, and the sensor lights in the old corridor were very slow. Chu Tingdong went up the stairs clutching his wrist. When he reached the second floor, he heard the security door slam, and both he and Zhong Xun raised their heads.
Now the light came on tremblingly, Zhong Xun narrowed his eyes, and opened them again after adapting to the light.
It was a young man in a black shirt, holding a thin boy in his arms. He pressed the boy's shoulders and pushed him against the security door. The two of them were in a large-scale posture that could not be seen below.
"Fuck," Zhong Xun opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a moment before cursing, "Song Yiling, you are not fucking dead, you are just blind to the paper I burned for you."
It was Song Yijin's brother, who was known by his family when he came out of the closet. In fact, the news did not spread, but Song Yiling rented a room downstairs and lived with his boyfriend often. Zhong Zhonglin only heard about it.
In this old neighborhood, Song Yiling's grades are not bad, and at least he opened an Internet cafe, so he is not considered a vagrant.
So Zhong Zhonglin did not hinder him from dealing with Song Yiling.
In the end, Zhong Zhonglin was caught off guard when he learned that Song Yiling was actually a homosexual pervert, and Zhong Zhonglin almost vomited blood from anger.
He knew that Zhong Xun couldn't have one thing that would please him, so he started a fight with Zhong Xun when he got home.
"Hiss...be quiet," Song Yiling hurriedly opened the door, pushed the boy intimidated by Zhong Xun's voice, begging for mercy, "Brother Suan, I'm sorry, I'll treat you to a barbecue some other day."
As he spoke, he glanced behind Zhong Xun, met Shang Chu Tingdong's cold gaze, felt inexplicably frightened, and asked Zhong Xun in a low voice, "Who is this?"
"Are you in control?" Zhong Xun's heart skipped a beat.
His wrist was still held in the palm of Chu Tingdong, slightly stiff, wanting to struggle but afraid of being discovered instead.
Just as he was struggling, Chu Tingdong let go of his hand suddenly, followed by his chest loosening, and his wrist bones became inexplicably empty again.
Glancing at Chu Tingdong from the corner of the eye, Chu Tingdong's face was still cold and expressionless, he turned his head and bit his lower lip.
When they got home, Wu Yulan was still asleep, and she could tell at a glance that Zhong Xun had been drinking, and the road could not go straight, and he was crooked.
Her lips moved slightly, but she still didn't say anything. When Zhong Xun returned to the room, she grabbed Chu Tingdong and asked him in a low voice, "Why did you come back so late? Did you drink with Xiao Xun?"
"No." Chu Tingdong shook his head.Zhong Xun smelled of alcohol on him.
Wu Yulan was relieved now, and told him, "Then go to bed early."
Chu Tingdong responded, his black T-shirt was drenched with thin sweat, sticking to his body uncomfortably, so he went to take a bath first.
There was no bathroom in the guest bedroom, so he could only go to the shared one, and when she finished washing, Wu Yulan had already gone back to sleep.
He walked across the dark living room to the bedroom door, almost kicking something.
"Uh..." Zhong Xiaogou squatted at the door of his bedroom with his pillow in his arms. Seeing him coming, he raised his red and swollen face, curled up and curled up the corner of the pillow with his fingertips, and said coyly, "Brother, I want to sleep with you."
When he returned to his bedroom, the quilt and pillows had been put on the bed properly, but the floor was still messy after the fight.
He didn't bother to tidy up either, so he just took a shower and lay down.
But he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. After kicking his legs, he always felt that Chu Tingdong's bed was not as comfortable as Chu Tingdong's.
After laying dry for half an hour, the alcohol surged up, his head was dizzy, but his eyes became wider and wider, and he couldn't help but slipped to Chu Tingdong's door again.
Zhong Xun's bedroom is directly opposite Chu Tingdong, Chu Tingdong raised his eyes slightly, and saw Zhong Xun's kicked door lock, and the mess on the ground, and said, "Only for one night."
Just promise.
Zhong Xun didn't think too much, picked up the pillow and wanted to follow in, but Chu Tingdong raised his hand against his shoulder.
Chu Tingdong's black hair was slightly wet, and the water drops went down his cold white Adam's apple and collarbone into his collar, and he said softly, "Go take a bath."
"I've washed it." Zhong Xun said with his eyes wide open, hugging the pillow.
"Uh..." Chu Tingdong frowned slightly, smelling of alcohol all over his body, and pinched his chin to push him away, "Then wash it again."
Inexplicably, Zhong Xun lowered his head and picked up his collar to smell himself. It's not fucking smelly, and he's too particular about getting a good night's sleep.
But Chu Tingdong obviously refused to let him in, so he turned his head aggrieved and went to take a shower again.
Then he ran back, opened the bedroom door, and without waiting for Chu Tingdong to be picky, he quickly jumped onto the bed and threw his pillow beside Chu Tingdong.
Seeing Chu Tingdong frowned, he immediately shouted, "I'm taking a bath!"
Chu Tingdong stared at his white and dripping feet, stepping on a series of wet footprints on the bed sheet, speechless.
"Go down." Chu Tingdong said.
Zhong Xun knelt on the bed and refused to move, his curly hair was disheveled, a lock was raised, he was puzzled and collapsed, how dirty was he, Chu Tingdong despised him so much.
He took a few steps on his knees, leaned in front of Chu Tingdong, pulled off his collar, and said unconvinced: "If you don't believe me, just smell it."
He wore a loose T-shirt as pajamas, and when he bent over, his snow-white collarbone shook out, soaked in powder, tremblingly hanging with drops of water, and even his thin and fragile chest could be seen.
Even though her face was full of bruises, she was still beautiful and gorgeous, and her eyes were irresistibly pressed down, so straightforward that it made people's hearts jump.
Chu Tingdong didn't speak, stared at him with deep and cold eyes, pursed his lips.
"Uh..." The tips of Zhong Xun's ears suddenly became hot, and his cheeks to his collarbone were blushing. In fact, he didn't think so much when he came over, and now he realized that his posture was not right.
His eyelashes were trembling, his fingertips were still hooked to his collar, he moved and did not let go, he rushed up against the strength of alcohol, feeling a little dizzy.
He had seen Song Yiling's boyfriend, not the one who kissed Song Yiling downstairs just now, he didn't know if it was a breakup or what happened, but it wasn't the first time he saw Song Yiling bring someone back.
He hadn't thought about it before, but it didn't matter if Chu Tingdong didn't like him, it was even better if he didn't like him.
If Chu Tingdong fell in love with him, and he is a straight man, it will not end well in the future, maybe it will be very tragic, and although he wants to drag Zhong Zhonglin to death, he doesn't want to take revenge on Wu Yulan.
But if Chu Tingdong doesn't like him, he will always be indifferent and play with him casually.
Anyway, they are adults, it is best to sleep with him, he still has to be the next one, Zhong Zhonglin will definitely be so angry that he wants to kill him, wishing he could strangle him when he was born.
After all, Zhong Zhonglin is stubborn and feudal, and what he provokes is the son of his ex-wife, whom Zhong Zhonglin believes is absolutely inferior to him.
He could think of what Zhong Zhonglin would scold him for, scolding him for being cheap, toads wanting to eat swan meat, hating him so that he could never get married again, his wife and children were separated, and his family was unhappy.
He was dizzy, thinking like masochistic.
Chu Tingdong might not be too sad when he learned that he was cheated, but at most he felt disgusted because he was shocked.
The more Zhong Xun thought about it, the more he felt that this was more appropriate.
But when he thought about it, he was still dazed, with a thin layer of water in his eyes, full of drunkenness.
He leaned on Chu Tingdong, his arms were sore and tired, he almost fell off, his eyelids were hot, and when he opened them, the corners of his eyes were already red, he was a little timid, and he said inarticulately, "You..."
Chu Tingdong rolled down his Adam's apple, stared at him for a moment with his long and narrow black eyes, and suddenly reached out and hugged his waist.
Zhong Xun was not prepared at all, Chu Tingdong sat on the head of the bed, he was dragged over, and fell into Chu Tingdong's arms, almost lying on his chest, his messy curly hair brushed against Chu Tingdong's chin.
He held back with all his strength so that he didn't hit him with a punch, his whole body was stiff and trembling, and he was tightly clutching the fabric of Chu Tingdong's back shoulder.
Chu Tingdong hugged the drunk puppy for about two or three seconds, then let go, pushed him away, let him sit up properly, and said lightly: "Even if I don't like you, I can do it to you."
Zhong Xun woke up a little, but was still dazed, staring at Chu Tingdong with a blushing face.
"But you probably won't like it." Chu Tingdong adjusted his collar casually with his fingertips, his voice was very low, and it seemed that it was not as cold as usual in the middle of the night, "Stop making trouble, get down."
Zhong Xun's ears burned first, Chu Tingdong didn't mean to disgust him in his words.
But when he turned his head, his brows drooped in embarrassment, his mind turned slowly, and he thought that he still wanted to drive him away.
He picked up the pillow and went down, thinking that he might as well go to an internet cafe with Song Yijin to sleep.
At least he won't be disgusted when he goes to an Internet cafe, and he doesn't have to worry about being picked up and beaten up when he falls asleep.
But Chu Tingdong also got out of bed, he opened the wardrobe and took a clean sheet, replaced the one that Zhong Xun had stepped on with his wet feet, and threw it into Zhong Xun's arms.
"Wash it and return it to me." Chu Tingdong said.
"Uh..." Why? !
Zhong Xun was dumbfounded, stared at him for a while, and dared not to speak out, this time he was finally able to lie on the bed, he moved his buttocks and wanted to sleep in it, Chu Tingdong changed with him.
No matter how drunk he was, he felt that Chu Tingdong was too good-tempered tonight, and he couldn't help being a monster. When Chu Tingdong turned off the light, he lifted the quilt with his toes and kicked Chu Tingdong's calf.
"If you move around again, I'll throw you down." Chu Tingdong's voice was cold.
"No," Zhong Xun was sleepy, retracted his feet timidly, wrapped the quilt tightly to cover half of his face, only showing a pair of eyes, his eyelids were red, and he muttered in a low voice, "I'm so precious."
In the dark bedroom, he couldn't see Tingdong's face clearly, he thought Chu Tingdong smiled, but he didn't.
Then when he was about to fall asleep, he vaguely heard Chu Tingdong's beating voice right next to his ear, low and lazy, saying, "Yes, you are so precious."