MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 27

Chapter 27

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wenxu held the face of He Zhishu, his eyes full of inquiry: "You are very strange for a while."

He knows that his head is shaking his head, and Jiang Wenxu’s cheeks on his cheeks hurt his cheeks.

"I blame me for neglecting you? Is this a spoiled little temper?" Jiang Wenxu's tone is an understatement of a child, and even some ridiculous smiles are revealed in the tone: "I am not coming back?"

He Zhishu lifted up the scorpion and decided to look at Jiang Wenxu. The gaze was too complicated, just a moment of electric light and flint, and then he squinted again. The eyelashes of He Zhishu are dense and long, and they are quietly on the eyes, making the whole person innocent and well-behaved. It’s like... The cold and sharp disappointment in the blink of an eye is just Jiang Wenxu’s illusion.

He Zhishu has always been gentle and soft, but even then, just like now, he is just a quiet scorpion, but at that moment he is arrogant and daring to the extreme, but fleeting but like a thorn On the back of the person.

Jiang Wenxu suddenly remembered the phone call from He Zhishu in France that afternoon. He was not sure that He Zhishu didn’t hear the intoxicating voice. He could actually think of a perfect explanation. He couldn’t ask if he knew it. He couldn’t even No silver three hundred two. Hanging up the phone that day, Jiang Wenxu did not know how to put a fire in his heart. He directly chilled his face when he was intoxicated. He hated the lover’s careful thoughts in the middle palace, and did not look at his own match, plus intoxicated and overwhelmed. Jiang Wenxu directly gave him a slap in the face and a ticket back to China. After being intoxicated, it is indeed a matter of pure work in France.

Jiang Wenxu probably guessed that He Zhishu was suspicious of him, but he did not expect it to be so serious.

"Baby, I am wrong." Jiang Wenxu held the face of He Zhishu and gently kissed his eyebrows and cheeks: "Brother's fault, I am cold. You will take you out to play on New Year's Day, wherever you want to go..."

He knows nothing, and looks up at Jiang Wenxu’s kiss, and the long eyelashes tremble like a butterfly's wings.

Jiang Wenxu’s heart was soft and soft, and the apologies and guilt that had never been seen for a long time were coming up. The movement was more gentle: “Little book... Brother likes you the most, don’t ignore the brother...”

The tears of He Zhishu suddenly came down, and the eyes closed without blocking. The thin water color slid down the corner of the eye to the corner: "Jiang Wenxu... I don't want you."

"Nothing, I miss you."

This may be the case. He knows that Jiang Wenxu is upset and is overwhelmed by the bed in the bedroom. He really wants Jiang Wenxu to think of a wrinkled group of painful mouths, but he never said it hard, but the man, well-behaved The lover is comfortable with the journey, but can have such a deep affection to tell him how deep he misses.

Indeed, good acting has nothing to do with feelings. Jiang Wenxu can see at a glance that He Zhishu’s mouth is wrong, but He Zhishu can’t escape Jiang Wenxu’s gentle trap.

"Is it good to turn off the lights?" He Zhishu gently trembled, and Jiang Wenxu’s feeling on the neck was very exciting.

"Hey, let the brother see." Jiang Wenxu bit the chin of the He Zhishu, the gentle smile: "Old wife, shy?"

The atmosphere of He Zhishu was somewhat unstable. He was only afraid of being seen by Jiang Wenxu with pinholes and traces on his arm. The voice of He Zhishu was a little dumb, and he immediately cried out like a grievance: "Close... Turn off the lights."

Jiang Wenxu had to follow him, and he completely possessed the He Zhishu in the darkness.

"Knowledge book..." Jiang Wenxu's movements are very fast, and he has a strong desire to embed the whole body of He Zhishu into his arms. He Zhishu sits in the arms of Jiang Wenxu and is entered into an unprecedented depth. On Jiang Wenxu's generous shoulders, he couldn't help but make some light and sober throat crying from his throat.

"Jiang...Jiang Wenxu...ah..." He Zhishu was stunned and squatted under the man and finally couldn’t help but cry: "Slow... slower... um... don't... oh..."

"What is it?" Jiang Wenxu's movements were faster, and he held the waist of He Zhishu's waist more than the impression. The top of the He Zhishu even burst into tears.

"Brother...Jiang Ge..."

"is it wrong?"

The awareness of He Zhishu is a bit fuzzy, and he is shaking his head in a chaotic manner: "No... I don't know..."

Jiang Wenxu was on the bare back of He Zhishu, his voice was low and dumb and gentle: "I didn't want to think about me?"

He Zhishu choked: "Think... I really want to..."

Jiang Wenxu suddenly felt that a stone had fallen on his heart. There was some feeling of joy and joy in the faint, and the earlobe of the gentle kiss of He Zhishu, the movement was also gentle: "Hey... brother miss you..."

He Zhishu listened to such a sentence, but felt that the heat of the body was slowly cooled, leaving only a little disappointment, a little pain.

I like you, but don't take me as a fool...

When everything was over, He Zhishu softly squatted on the bed, Jiang Wenxu took him over and let He Zhishu lie on his chest. This kind of action was the first time they liked to do it. At that time, they were in winter. Even the heating bills could not be paid, and He Zhishu was afraid of cold. Jiang Wenxu held him tightly in his arms and wrapped them in the quilt.

From the beginning to the present, I have been reluctant to suffer this person... Jiang Wenxu can't sleep, and in the dark, there is a moment to touch the hair of He Zhishu, why are you willing to throw people away to go out and play? Probably the devil. Or something that I always feel really cares about is not the same as those that are just playing and playing.