pretty

Chapter 36

Early the next morning, Jianhui received a WeChat voice message from Xiong Meimei. He said that it was the first time he slept well without drinking at night. Hui takes care of himself alone.

Accompanying the voice is a photo of Jin Hao sleeping with his head on his head. In the photo, Xiong Meimei made a "two" to his ear with her hands.

After listening to the voice, Jian Hui didn't reply in a hurry. He first opened Xiong Meimei's Moments to check. As he expected, he also posted a photo in Moments a few minutes ago, and replied under the comment asking who is in the photo: " He is my new love."

Anyone who knows Xiong Meimei knows that the number of lovers he talks about is not one thousand but eight hundred. He calls everyone who has slept with him a lover, and he claims to be a lover who can remember all dewy love affairs.

Jian Hui couldn't comment on Xiong Meimei's personal affairs, but he always felt that Jin Hao was dragged into the water by himself. After thinking about it, he sent a message to Jin Hao, carelessly asking him how he was doing.

It took Jin Hao an hour to reply to his WeChat. The content of the reply was very concise, just an OK that comes with the system, nothing else.

His answer proved that he knew what he knew. After reading the message, Jian Hui threw the phone aside and went to the bedroom to pick out clothes for the wedding tomorrow.

At 53:[-] p.m. the next day, Jian Hui arrived at the destination hotel.After parking the car, he sat on the first floor and waited for Min Lu. During the waiting time, his eyes focused on the wedding photo at the door.

In this photo, the young couple are handsome and beautiful, but Jian Hui always felt that the bride was weird. He got up and walked closer to the photo with doubts, and then saw that there was no P clean under the bride’s wedding dress. wheelchair marks.

Jian Hui looked at it a few times before he was sure that he was right. Just as he was thinking about whether the bride's leg was injured or what, a cold hand came from his neck.

Jian Hui grabbed the mischievous hand in a jerk, turned around and found that the hand belonged to Min Lu.

Seeing Min Lu's clothes, Jian Hui frowned and asked, "Why are you wearing so little?"

Min Lu was so cold that he couldn't reply him anything, he tucked his hands into Jian Hui's woolen coat and covered it for a while, and when he recovered a little bit, he said: "I have to overwhelm the audience with my demeanor!"

Jian Hui couldn't hold back and gave him a brainstorm: "The whole audience is wearing only ripped pants? Why don't you come out in a dress?"

"I don't look good in a dress," Min Lu stretched his legs to show Jian Hui, "and the skirt is more airy than the trousers, and I'm not stupid."

Jian Hui had a hard time and didn't want to understand his brain circuit. After Min Lu finished speaking, he dragged him directly to the bathroom. With an expression on his face, he raised his hand to undo the belt.

Min Lu: "Wow, wow, what are you doing! I'm not the kind of person you imagined!"

Jian Hui ignored him, but his hands kept moving.

Min Lu: "Can't we change places? There are too many people here!"

Suga Hui: "..."

Jian Hui took off the outer suit pants, followed by the sweater pants, and finally he handed the sweater pants to Min Lu wearing long johns.

Min Lu looked at the gray sweater trousers with a black question mark face. He first looked at Jian Hui, then at the trousers, and asked, "Why are you wearing so many trousers?"

Jian Hui took it for granted: "It's cold."

"But why are you still so skinny in three pairs of trousers!" Min Lu asked, "And you let me wear woolen trousers directly! Aren't you afraid that I'll tie my legs?!"

Jian Hui thought so, then he bent down under Min Lu's condemning gaze, took off the innermost long johns and threw them to him.

Long johns of the same color as the sweater trousers still carried Jian Hui's body temperature. When Min Lu held them in his arms, his head was empty and quiet.

When he was in a daze, Jian Hui had already put on the sweater pants and suit pants. Seeing that Min Lu was not moving, he kicked him to make him change quickly.

Min Lu reluctantly put on Min Lu's long johns. After putting them on, he looked at the gray fabric exposed in the hole and felt like crying.

When the two left the cubicle one after the other, Jian Hui found that Min Lu's pants were not properly put on, so he asked Min Lu to help him tidy them up. Halfway through the tidying, the door of the cubicle next to them opened.

Jian Hui and Min Lu didn't look at the man, but turned sideways to let him go, but the man didn't move, but stood aside and watched.

Min Lu glanced at the man uncomfortably, then frowned: "Jia Peng."

Jia Peng waved to him with a smirk: "Are you playing?"

The malice of these three words hit Min Lu head and face, Min Lu resisted the urge to slap him, and pulled Jian Hui's hand out of the bathroom.

Behind them, Jia Peng's ridicule continued: "It's so fucking disgusting, I have to go to bed and go home, how much I like wild/fighting in the toilet..."

Min Lu listened expressionlessly, until he got on the elevator and made a gesture of vomiting: "Being a classmate with this kind of person is really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Jian Hui didn't make a sound, he loosened the hands they were holding and wanted to keep some distance from him, but Min Lu's hand sensed his intention and came after him, holding it even tighter than before, he said: "From now on you are my boyfriend."

Jian Hui: "Huh?"

"Ah shit," Min Lu embraced his arm with a serious face, "Huihui, promise me that I will pay you back three times after this one."

As soon as the agreement was made, Jian Hui agreed directly without thinking. He put his arms around Min Lu's waist familiarly, and after the elevator reminded him to reach the fourth floor, he put his lips on Min Lu's left cheek.

When he kissed, the elevator door opened slowly, and the hostesses who were standing at the entrance of the lobby on the fourth floor were dazed.

"Min Lu?" Cen Yue's voice floated into the elevator from the door, and he stepped forward to pull him out of the elevator when Min Lu reacted to Jian Hui's kiss. In Cen Yue's arms.

"You're really here!" Cen Yue circled Min Lu's shoulders, with a strangely high tone, and he led Min Lu to another elevator amidst everyone's strange, suspicious, or unhappy eyes. Lu was a little flustered by Cen Yue's inexplicable behavior, he yelled Jian Hui's name before the elevator door closed.Then, the elevator door was separated by an arm, and Jian Hui's figure appeared at the door.

Jian Hui opened his arms and said to Min Lu, "Lu Lu, come here."

Min Lu rushed out the door without even thinking about it, and after hugging Jian Hui's waist tightly, he buried his head in Jian Hui's coat and started humming.

"Min Lu," Cen Yue called him in the elevator against everyone's gaze, "I just want to catch up with you, don't be nervous."

"Recalling the past?" Jian Hui, who was holding Min Lu, had a mocking smile on his lips, "Since it's reminiscing about the past, don't you mind if I listen?"

Cen Yue nodded awkwardly: "Of course I don't mind."

"Let's talk about it then," Jian Hui said and walked into the elevator with Min Lu.

The elevator went to the second floor, and after reaching the coffee shop on the second floor, Cen Yue couldn't wait to ask Min Lu if he could chat with him alone.

Min Lu's character setting for himself today is: delicate little white flower 0, and Jian Hui's character setting is peerless macho 1.

Although the characters of the two people are extremely inconsistent with their faces, it does not prevent Min Lu from performing with ease and superb performance.

"Husband," Min Lu timidly asked Jian Hui beside him, "Can I go?"

Jian Hui was too able to get Min Lu's playful nature, he pinched Min Lu's face when he heard the words: "Go, I will sit next to you and accompany you."

Min Lu hummed and sat at a seat by the window with Cen Yue, while Jian Hui found a seat not far from them and not too close.

No one knew that in less than 3 minutes before and after taking his seat, Min Lu had already typed up three pages of drafts, just waiting to set Cen Yue up.

Unexpectedly, man is not as good as God, Cen Yue doesn't play cards according to common sense at all, and before Min Lu can settle down, he asks straightforwardly: "Can you lend me 50?"