MTL - The Decade of Deep Love-Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Zhang Jingwen didn't have to wait too long. He was very busy. He went to the bar to play, that is to say, the relationship is good, he knows that he is going to get married and arrange a lot of things.

"After waiting for the little bitch, don't bother to take it. Take him to the hospital and check it out. His body looks very bad." Zhang Jingwen confessed two words when he went out, suddenly remembered something, added: "What have you eaten recently?" What about medicine? What are the glass bottles in the study?"

Jiang Wenxu is not very clear, shaking his head: "Not mine, wait for the book to wake up and ask him."

Jingwen also wanted to say something and was interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone. He took the call and rushed Jiang Wenxu to go outside. The steps were very big, the tone was all charming and flattering: "I went home and went home... I didn't say anything to me. Going to Wenxu? What? You want to eat crabs? Still have to live your own steam? Where do I go to get you in the middle of the winter?... Don’t get angry, my wife...”

Jiang Wenxu silently closed the security door, and inexplicably felt more deserted. When Zhang Jingwen played the game, he was the only one who was ecstasy. He didn’t laugh at the friends who had married and married. I didn’t expect that one day I could make people tidy so much, and even know how to persuade Jiang Wenxu not to hang around and make fun of people.

Jiang Wenxu turned to the room and raised the air conditioner temperature a few degrees. Half a squatting on the bedside, he carefully rehearsed the quilt for He Zhishu, and he couldn’t help but reach out and arrange a few messy black hairs. My heart is full of magical things, and I like it very familiar, but there are also some uneasy feelings. Jiang Wenxu didn't expect He Zhishu to always look at those things in his eyes. He couldn't believe that he would be greeted with a name when he was drunk. I would like to think a little bit more about Jiang Wenxu. It is really cruel and hateful. If there is a lover outside the He Zhishu, he will definitely be able to do something to kill people. It is true that He Zhishu will tolerate himself and he will not bear for a long time.

"When the wine table is drunk and shouting your name, it is quite a lot...you don't have to be mad to lie to me..." Jiang Wenxu was tired this day, and his clothes were lying next to He Zhishu, he hugged. The person in his arms, when he entered sleep, dreamed of saying: "Broken... all broken, brother wants you enough..."

When I woke up in the morning, I didn’t know what time it was. The shaded curtains were half-drawn, and the warm and radiant light shook most of the bed. He knows that his eyes are struggling to sit up, and his body is sore.

The bedroom door was not closed, and the seams were pulled. From the living room, some faint morning news was heard. The sweet smell of Xiaomi porridge infiltrated into it together, and He Zhishu stunned.

It’s nothing more than what I’ve been looking forward to... the weather is good, the sun is warm, not rainy, nor windy. Lovers are also very good, gentle and gentle, willing to wash their hands to make soup.

Even if the night is half of the year, the rainy days take up a part, and the good weather is a minority. Even if the lover's gentleness is hard to come by, even just understatement wants to compensate for the greater damage he has suffered.

When He Zhishu was distracted, there was a furry thing licking his hand. Looking down at the four kittens, he really grew up a lot.

Jiang Wenxu was awakened by the kitten early in the morning. He was still asleep, and his arms were soft and soft. He thought it was a knowledgeable book. He thought about burying his head in the shoulders of his lover, but he kissed his hair. Jiang Wenxu was so scared and awake, and he thought he had encountered a monster in his faint mind. Jiang Wenxu looked at his hand and lay a few soft-skinned children, his face was black. If you don’t look at the face of He Zhishu, throw them down the eleventh floor. But in the end, I didn’t dare to attack. I went to kiss and kiss the book and went to the place to wash and cook.

"Wake up? Why don't you greet me?" Jiang Wenxu came to greet He Zhishu to get up, and it was more uncomfortable to sleep for a long time. But when he saw that He Zhishu was awake, he had some scum and guilty conscience.

He knows that the scorpion hurts badly. When he was hurt yesterday, he insisted on saying too much. Now he doesn't want to say a word.

"I still feel pain in my mouth?" Jiang Wenxu noticed that there was a visible distress on the face, and he was busy with it: "Give it to the brothers. Yesterday Jingwen left the medicine and waited for something to eat."

He Zhishu shook his head and was very resistant to Jiang Wenxu’s sudden diligence. Last night, there was a violent storm and ruthless injury. When I got up in the morning, I changed my face. Anyone felt that I was disappointed in my heart.

"Is it angry?" Jiang Wenxu's palm gently rubbed the soft hair of He Zhishu. When he slid down, he held his face and said softly: "Don't be angry, is it good? Brother is jealous, afraid that you are stupid outside." I was deceived, and I was forgotten to wear clothes from other people in the cold weather. I didn’t feel bad about it?"

Jiang Wenxu really took a bit of pleasing meaning. When he finished, he sat next to He Zhishu, and he even reached out and touched the cat in the arms of He Zhishu.

He knows that there is no volatility in his eyes. He admire Jiang Wenxu's eloquence. If paranoia and possessiveness are just jealous, **** and insults are just distressed. What kind of ghosts are distorted in the world? What Jiang Wenxu can see is just a scarf that appears in the big winter. If there is a coat that is missing, how can he not see if the people around him are embarrassed or more vulnerable? Is it true that a heart is hurting?