57 Chapter 56:

The place where the palms are touching gradually heats up, and the pulse beats gradually to the same frequency.

Gu Wang tried to break free, but failed.

When Xiao Liu tilted his head and craned his neck to try to see clearly what the two brothers were doing, He Qinghuan grabbed Gu Wang's hand and placed it between the two of them.

"Wangwang, your hand looks better than your brother." Xiaoliu sat in her seat, put her hand on her lap, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Wang, "I want to take a look. The thread on your left hand."

Gu Wang, "What thread?"

Xiao Liu stretched out the palm of his hand, "This is it, these lines."

Gu Wang, "..."

Gu Wang wanted to pull his hand out of He Qinghuan's hand. He Qinghuan didn't mean to let go. Gu Wang pinched his fingertips into the back of He Qinghuan's hand.

He Qinghuan turned his head and looked at him, with a faint expression, his eyes filled with a sentence: Don't waste your efforts.

Gu Wang:...

For a long time, under Xiao Liu's scorching eyes, Gu Wang stretched out his right hand.

Xiao Liu looked at Gu Wang's palm, and then at Gu Wang, blinking, "It's the left hand."

Gu Wang lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl, without changing his face, "This is the left hand."

The scenery outside the car window is floating up and down, and the night invades from the outside and fills the car.

Gu Wang watched Xiao Liu really break his right hand and studied it seriously. For the first time, he felt the guilt of deceiving the children.

After Xiao Liu finished studying, she raised her head, "Look, let me look at your right hand again."

Gu Wang, "..."

Why is it endless, who taught her to read palmistry.

Gu Wang just wanted to say that this is also the right hand. Anyway, I cheated, and it's not bad. This time, He Qinghuan turned his head to look at the little girl, his face is hidden in the dark, but as long as he looks at you, you can never ignore his sight on you. Stay on the face.

Xiao Liu dare not speak anymore.

"You still think about how to explain to your dad about the premature love." He Qinghuan didn't care whether Xiaoliu could understand it, and said straightforwardly.

Gu Wang thought Xiaoliu couldn't understand, but who knew Xiaoliu could understand.

She knows what puppy love is.

Perhaps it was because she was misunderstood and fell in love with an idiot that made her feel humiliated, and she was not even afraid of He Qinghuan at this moment.

"I didn't fall in love early, so I wouldn't fall in love with a fool."

Xiao Liu's milky disputes and premature love issues, it sounds real, it's hard not to laugh.

All her courage was used up now when she confronted He Qinghuan. After she finished speaking, she looked at Gu Wang again, "Wangwang, let me see..."

She is still thinking about the idea of ​​looking at hands.

The driver saw He Qinghuan's eyes change from the rearview mirror. He quickly stepped on the brake and said to the ancestors behind, "Here."

Auntie has been waiting outside.

Xiaoliu unfastened her seat belt by herself, and when the car door was opened by the driver, she jumped out of the car, lay on the ground, got up by herself, and ran to her aunt.

Gu Wang looked at He Qinghuan, "Let go."

He Qinghuan looked at Gu Wang for a while, and slowly released the hand that was clinging to Gu Wang. As he let go, Gu Wang's fingers curled up in his palm, with a thin layer of sweat on his palm.

He Zhiyan rarely comes back. Zhang Bailu likes to make appointments with a few people to play mahjong, and wealthy and trouble-free women gather together for shopping, playing cards and arranging flowers for beauty.

When Bentley drove into the yard, the car lights were facing the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the living room on the first floor. The woman sitting on the side of the mahjong table stretched out her hand to block her eyes. When the car drove into the garage, she put it down and complained a little. Said in his voice, "Your young master is back."

Zhang Bailu glanced at the yard, did not speak, joking, she would not agree with this sourness.

The other three also cast curious eyes in the yard. Zhang Bailu’s good sisters include but are not limited to those at the poker table. They are almost different from week to week. He Zhiyan needs her to deal with, so she goes with Who is the sister.

These few people now only hear their names occasionally at banquets or from men in the family. He Qinghuan himself has not attended any more formal occasions. Business receptions are even more impossible. Students still focus on their studies.

The boy is dressed loosely, his aura and face cannot be ignored, but there is a boy next to him.

"The tall one is He Qinghuan, don't look at it, play cards." Look at your eyeballs again.

"Then who is next to him?"

Zhang Bailu cast a glance at the yard when he heard the words. The boy walking beside He Qinghuan wore a light blue striped shirt and dark blue jeans. He was equally eye-catching.

"His friend." Zhang Bailu knocked on the table with a second tube, "Look at it, can't you hit it?"

"DaDaDa, we are not curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

The woman who had been questioning heard this and her face was stunned, "Just asking, why do you still say things that kill you and not kill you."

Zhang Bailu twisted and slid the shawl down her shoulders, smiling but not smiling, "Really?"

It's not that women or girls who don't have eyes have never appeared.

Boys generally jump up sharply in junior high school and enter puberty. He Qinghuan is already developing towards 180 in the third year of junior high, but he is thin, but his appearance has gradually faded.

Looks like a big boy.

He Zhiyan was only in his thirties at that time. He was at the age of infinite physical strength and energy. Most of the young girls he liked were young girls in their early twenties, or cute, or coquettish, of various colors, more than in the garden. There are many varieties of flowers.

The girl was sitting in the living room. He Qinghuan just came out of the room after taking a shower and went into the kitchen to get a drink. The boy with wet hair in the house clothes had a touch of maturity in his youth, which was obviously more attractive than He Zhiyan.

He Qinghuan didn't avoid suspicion. He completely ignored the girls who climbed He Zhiyan for money.

He leaned over to take the snacks on the coffee table. Before he retracted his hand, he was held by the girl's hand. The weak and boneless hand covered the boy's knuckles and moved up the arm, which meant it was self-evident.

He Qinghuan smiled, retracted his hand, stood up, condescending, and said lightly, "I don't hit women."

He didn't fight, but he released the dog in the backyard when the girls were looking at flowers in the yard.

Wolfdogs are raised with shiny coats, their limbs bulge when they run, and their canine teeth are exposed. Animals can be male or female.

The boy was lying on the balcony, watching the girl's image disappeared, crawling on the ground, crying with tears and nose. The girl squatted on the pond in the yard and called for help. He looked up and saw the girl on the second floor balcony. He Qinghuan.

She froze.

The boy was still dressed in a gentle home, with a book in his hand, he hooked his mouth to the girl, but there was no smile in his eyes.

No one can control He Qinghuan, he is lawless.

Of course, Zhang Bailu wouldn't tell anyone about these things. In He's house for so long, she knew what to say and what not to say, she just wanted to live a good life.

In an instant, the lively atmosphere between the women resumed. Zhang Bailu was very social. In the blink of an eye, the women were so coaxed that they could not find Bei.

"Hungry?" He Qinghuan asked.

Gu Wang said he was not hungry.

"I will cook noodles for you."

Gu Wang was silent for a moment and asked, "Then you still ask?"

He Qinghuan hooked up the corner of his mouth, "a sense of ritual."

When Gu Wang put his schoolbag in the guest room, He Qinghuan went to the kitchen.

Gu Wang thought that He Qinghuan could not cook. It should be said that people like them should not know how to cook, nor would Gu Wang himself. He was an orphan later and had no family. He was running around for money all day, so he had no time to learn. rice.

When he went downstairs, he looked at the familiar living room, and Gu Wang looked a little dazed.

-"Mr. He loves Mr. Gu very much, and learns to cook for Mr. Gu."

Gu Wang sat in a wheelchair and played games without raising his head, "Who does he love if he doesn't love me?"

Except for not being able to go out, Gu Wang actually had a good time. Although the idea of ​​going out has become more and more intense, he is about to overwhelm the liking for He Qinghuan, but every time He Qinghuan says to him, "Stay by my side, don’t go anywhere. ."

Gu Wang will still say yes.

He likes He Qinghuan, so he feels that he can bear it and convince himself.

Although sometimes the more I think about it, I still lose my temper. I make a big fuss at home. I put my eyes on the pillow on the sofa, the lamp on the cabinet and the porcelain without blinking.

He Qinghuan let Gu Wang make trouble with everything. After the trouble, he can whisper to him. I can give you anything, including my life, except freedom.

Gu Wang saw the lily-shaped chandelier standing next to the TV and smiled. It was smashed later.

Gu Wang walked into the kitchen, slowly rolled up his sleeves and leaned against the door, "Do you want to help?"

Auntie has been sent out by He Qinghuan, and he is not even willing to let Gu Wang eat someone else's meal.

There were only two of them in the kitchen, and the voices from outside came in scatteredly, and became blurred when they were far away, but they brought the ironing of life.

He Qinghuan was cutting vegetables. He didn't look at the people behind him, but instead asked, "Will you?"

No matter how old Gu Wang is and when he is Gu Wang, He Qinghuan knows that he will not.

Gu Wang paused, "No."

Without guilty conscience.

He Qinghuan then put down the knife and looked at the person behind him, "Then what are you asking?"

Gu Wang tilted his head and smiled, "Sense of ritual."

He Qinghuan, "..."

The woman in the living room went gossiping again.

"This young master is very gentle and looks good-tempered."

"Bump." Zhang Bailu slapped out four and glanced at the direction of the kitchen. "Sister, really don't be curious. Go and ask him if he can let you eat together. I bet 90% he will give it to you. Put rat medicine in your bowl."

Zhang Bailu graduated from a normal university, and she doesn't say anything in-depth, but she probably means she can express it clearly.

"You are too exaggerated."

"Then you go."

"I dont go."

He Qinghuan just gave Gu Wang a bowl of noodles. It was not good to eat too much at night. When he took the abalone from the refrigerator, Gu Wang stopped him.

"Just, plain noodles, add a tomato."

He Qinghuan's gaze stayed on the white fingers holding his sleeves for a while. After a while, he put down the seafood he took out and took out two tomatoes again.

Gu Wang frowned, "I only need one."

He Qinghuan was washing the tomatoes under the faucet, and he glanced at Gu Wang faintly, "Wangwang, do you have a conscience?"

Gu Wang thought, this sentence might be more appropriate for you to ask yourself.

But he just thought so, what he asked was, "What's the matter?"

The one who is comfortable in love is the former Gu Wang, and now Gu Wang, obviously, is extremely difficult to open up and is still a straight man.

He Qinghuan did not answer him, nor did he speak behind him. When he saw him taking out two bowls from the cupboard, Gu Wang had an afterthought.

He forgot that He Qinghuan did not eat in the afternoon.

There is a partition between the dining room and the living room. The huge transparent glass serves as the partition between the two. The light apricot-colored floor-to-ceiling curtain is tied to one side, and the bright white crystal lamp is above the glass.

Above the black-painted dining table, there are a few goose-yellow lamps hanging from thin wires, very gentle lamps.

The two men in the family won't play these tricks. The designer is only responsible for the initial decoration, and the rest of the decoration is added by the women in the family.

They are also idle anyway.

Gu Wang sat opposite He Qinghuan.

After He Qinghuan sat down, the boy in front of him caught himself with a tomato.

"..."

People who please He Qinghuan are like crucian carp who use tomatoes. See you for the first time.

Speaking of Zheng'er Bajing, it has been a long time for the two of them to sit together and eat alone. This is true for He Qinghuan, and even more so for Gu Wang.

In his consciousness, this was the first time he had a meal with He Qinghuan alone.

He thought he would be restrained, but not at all, even though the opponent would look at him from time to time.

When He Zhiyan came back, the two had not finished eating. When He Zhiyan came in, the first thing he saw was the two boys eating in the restaurant.

His first thought after seeing it was:????

The second thought is: Is there my share?

Several of Zhang Bailu’s little sisters left two minutes before He Zhiyan arrived home. Zhang Bailu stepped forward and poured a glass of water for He Zhiyan. He Zhiyan casually asked, "Auntie made the meal?"

Zhang Bailu smiled charmingly, "A Huan did it."

He Zhiyan put down the cup, a little surprised. Although he and Ah Huan are not close, he still knows A Huan well. He is a bit clean and can't do anything for others. Let him take the initiative to lower his head unless he cuts his head.

It may be the nature of the father, he was a little bit stunned, but the difference was that he was not stunned when his cabbage was arched. Looking at Ahuan’s eyes at the boy, it was obvious that the boy opposite was the one arched. One.

Under the lamp, He Qinghuan's facial features and eyes were painted softly by the goose-yellow lamp, and his eyes seemed to be splashed with ink.

Possession hiding in it lurks quietly, like a hunter who is dozing off, seemingly careless, but always paying attention to all the creatures around who might be watching him.

He Qinghuan was washing the dishes and asked Gu Wang to go to bed first. It was already ten o'clock.

He Qinghuan thought the other party would stay.

After a while, there was no movement behind him, he turned his head, even the figure disappeared.

"..."

After taking a bath, Gu Wang wore the new pajamas that his aunt had put on the bed. When brushing his teeth, he looked at the person in the mirror, and the mirror was covered with a thin layer of mist.

Gu Wang brushed his teeth absent-mindedly, watching the new scenes slowly appearing in the mirror.

-When Gu Wang first lived in He Qinghuan’s house, he still lived in the guest room. He Qinghuan lived in his previous room. He Qinghuan helped Gu Wang wash up, said goodnight, and took him out.

There is no other behavior.

Gu Wang saw his "self" grunt and went to sleep angrily.

In the wee hours of the morning, the door was pushed open and the lights were not turned on outside the corridor. Gu Wang only saw He Qinghuan through the hazy night shining through the window.

The room was dim, and He Qinghuan squatted on the side of the bed, slowly sliding his fingers along the face of the person on the bed, staying at the chin, lifting it gently, and then leaned over and kissed it.

Perhaps it was being awakened, or perhaps it was the movement in the room that disturbed the sleeping person and made Gu Wang wake up.

He was stunned when he saw He Qinghuan, and then wanted to hide, not afraid, but a subconscious action.

He Qinghuan's dodge action obviously made He Qinghuan unhappy. He Qinghuan frowned slightly, passing his hand through the back of his head, and palming the back of Gu Wang's head to prevent him from trying to escape.

The windows are not closed tightly.

The wind passed through the balcony and into the window, blowing the curtains slightly.

The wind blew into the room and hit the faces of the two of them. He Qinghuan's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and the possessiveness that had already emerged was slowly suppressed.

Gu Wang's collar was crooked during the action and slipped to the side. He Qinghuan lowered his eyes and straightened the collar for the other party. When he retracted his hand, he pinched Gu Wang's face, "Good night, Wangwang."

Gu Wang looked weak and could only stretch out his hand to look at himself, but pushed He Qinghuan away like he wanted to refuse. The blood spread from his face to the fingertips, and even his nails were red.

He washed his face indiscriminately, turned off the light, and lay on the bed.

A few minutes later, he sat up and looked at the door. After a long time, he got out of bed and locked the door.

Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

The evening breeze outside the window slowly, the light gray curtains were not completely closed, and the moonlight came in through the gaps between the fabrics, and the room was quiet and peaceful.

Gu Wang sleeps well and doesn't kick the quilt. He Qinghuan has always known it.

And he slept deeply, and would usually not wake up unless he was really disturbed.

He Qinghuan came in with the key. He has spare keys for all rooms in the villa except for the master bedroom of He Zhiyan.

Gu Wang would lock the door, which he did not expect.

Gu Wang's hair was soft and scattered on the pillow, and he was particularly obedient when he slept, and his usual flamboyant energy was almost invisible when he slept.

He Qinghuan knelt on one knee beside the bed.

He stretched out the hair that was blocking Gu Wang's eyes.

Perhaps it was a little itchy, Gu Wang stretched out his hand and opened He Qinghuan's hand, turning his head to the side.

He Qinghuan leaned slightly, turned Gu Wang's head back, Gu Wang rubbed himself, and almost ran into He Qinghuan's arms.

He didn't want to do anything to Gu Wang.

Unless the other party delivers it by himself.

But the two seem to have not determined the relationship, he seems to have not chased anyone.

He Qinghuan lowered his eyes, helped Gu Wang twist the corner, and prepared to get up and close the open windows.

The deeper the night, the cooler.

When he was about to get up, He Qinghuan's hand was held.

He Qinghuan lowered his eyes, Gu Wang woke up, but did not wake up completely, his eyes were blank, with water vapor, he might not have realized who appeared in the room.

Gu Wang's mind was completely stunned, he himself was not asleep, and when someone came in the room, he woke up in a daze.

But his thoughts are still confused.

His hand was taken off, and the person by the bed was about to leave.

Gu Wang was taken aback, got up and hugged He Qinghuan's waist. The person he was holding froze, Gu Wang was dazed, his consciousness controlled by his body.

He raised his face, his voice was hoarse just after waking up, like a soft feather teasing people.

"Ahuan, don't you hug me?"

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