From Body to Love

They didn't go back to the town because Meng Fu wanted to stay here. He wanted to wait for the day when the lawsuit went to court.

He went to stay in a small hotel, and Guze stayed with him. There were six beds in one room, up and down, almost the same as when he was studying in the old days.

This is a small private hotel, which is purely transformed from an apartment. There are three big beds in the living room, separated by curtains, and the same layout on the two-story attic. There are many artistic graffiti on the walls of the living room, faceless sand painting supreme treasure, large and large clouds of intention, a lovely version of Nezha, and a crooked line in the corner of the wall, "save your traffic", The next convenience is WiFi and password.

Guze lived in such a place for the first time.

There were not many tenants today. When the owner brought them in, there was no one in the house. There were six beds left.

He followed him in. Meng Fu said, "you don't have to grievance yourself in such a place."

Guze shook his head. "I don't feel wronged."

He sat beside him and seemed to be brewing for a long time. "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Is that you?" He asked softly.

But it's not like the kind of inquiry that especially wants to know the results.

"Not me, trust me. Meng Fu. " He earnestly repeated what he had said in the daytime for fear that the man would not believe it at all.

Meng Fu didn't want to see his hateful eyes.

"I know, not you." He replied, "if it were you, I wouldn't wait until now."

He asked low, "what does the killer look like? How many associates are there? Is the evidence complete? If convicted, what kind of penalty can be imposed? Why do they slander you? "

What he wanted to ask, he lingered at the door of the police station. He didn't have the courage to step into the police station. He was afraid that he would collapse and kill with a knife.

"The murderer looks like an ordinary villain. There are..." he couldn't bear to say, but finally said, "three."

Meng Fu pinched his fingers and his eyelashes trembled.

Guze continued, "the evidence has been almost mastered and can be convicted. Such people should at least be sentenced to life imprisonment. Why slander me? I think the murderer has long been prepared. She should be an acquaintance. "

Vaguely guessing.

Vaguely refused to tell the truth.

Truth always hurts.

"Who could it be? Guze, tell me your guess. " He said.

He squatted at his feet, raised his neck to peep at his expression and grabbed his hand. "Meng Fu, I'm just guessing. The result of guessing is not necessarily true. No matter who it is, he won't escape the punishment of the law in the end."

Meng Fu seemed to think of something. He replied, "you're right. You won't escape the punishment of the law. The set seven years is seven years, not one year. These people should be sentenced to death. This is the lightest punishment for them. "

"Seven years, it should be five years." He held his hand tighter. He regretted his schadenfreude at that time. "Was it the people in the prison who framed you?"

They said he stole things, that his conduct was not correct, and that he did not meet the conditions for commutation.

Five years back to seven years.

"Guze, isn't it you?"

"Not me. I didn't mean to do that. "

Meng Fu's eyes flashed surprised, "you lied to me. Who else wants me to go to jail for seven years except you?"

"Yes, you must have misunderstood me. In your eyes, I am the most despicable person." Overflow over loss, overflow over heartache, shallow lips outline sadness.

"It's really not you."

Guze, it's really not you. In fact, the person who made me hate and disappointed for the first time was not you. How much I hated when I learned the news at that time.

"It's strange. Didn't you say you wanted to know Xiaoyi's news at that time? You asked me to tell your aunt that I really went to call your aunt. Meng Fu, at that time, I might have... "

You see, how wonderful. I thought I hated you at that time. In addition to verbal attacks, I could torture you in more ways. In the end, I chose to make / love with you.

I lied to myself, but I was bewitched by President Liang.

However, no normal man will be bewitched to do / love with his enemies.

"Aunt will come... You called..." I don't know what it's like to stir it up. The man who said he hated him most was helping him at that time.

"You certainly don't believe it either. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. You should remember my bad and take good revenge on me. You'll remember me more. "

"Guze."

Call his name.

I can't say anything.

He looked down at Gu Ze's eyes. His eyes were hot and burning with love.

He dropped his eyes quickly and wanted to take back his hand.

Gu Ze was reluctant to let go. He was afraid that he was angry and angry. He was farther away from him. He let go silently. At that moment, he could no longer bear the fanatical miss in his heart.

He leaned over, his neck up, against his lips.

No longer furtive, but so openly kiss him.

Meng Fu opened his eyes and still couldn't see clearly. He seemed to be in some panic. He quickly pushed him away and turned his head, "Guze, you're far from me."

Lips suddenly lost temperature, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, I can't stay away from you.

He stood up again. "I'll buy some supper."

When Gu Ze came back, there was another new tenant in the room. He was a young student. He looked only 20 years old. He looked very ordinary and brought a trace of simplicity. He leaned against the bed shelf beside Meng Fu's bed and said something to Meng Fu with a smile.

"I'm a law student, Lin Feng. How about you? Brother, what's your name and what do you do? You look so handsome. If you look like this, you must be a grass in our law department. "

"Meng Fu." He answered softly. I don't want to talk much.

"What do you do? Are you also a student? It should look a year older than me. "

"No, I'm not a student. I don't have a job."

"Ah?" Lin Feng was curious, but he consciously sat on the other side of Meng Fu's bed and chatted up warmly, "I'm here to travel. What do you do? What are you doing here? "

A sudden sound,

"What does he do and what does it matter to you?" Gu Ze pushed the door and sat next to Meng Fu, sweeping Lin Feng fiercely.

Lin Feng unconsciously sat back to the bed and smiled, "I don't mean any harm. It's also a fate for everyone to get together. If you talk more, maybe you can become friends." He couldn't go on, because Guze glared at him again, which was full of hostility.

The room was small, with only one square stool. Guzela came over and put it in front of the bed. He put the bought supper on it. It was some light meals, porridge and cakes, and a warm bird's nest.

He asked Wang's secretary to bring these, and even brought a big bag containing the clothes he changed with Meng Fu.

He picked up the bowl without scruples, fed him as usual, tried the temperature on his mouth, handed it to his lips and said, "fortunately, it's not cold."

"Aren't you gone?" Meng Fu asked.

"You're here. Where can I go?" He replied, "eat quickly. I'm sure I didn't eat at night."

Soft tone.

"You should go."

Light as smoke.

Guze paused. Seeing that he didn't move, he seemed to have no appetite. Guze had to say again, "wait another two days, the result will go to court."

Meng Fu just opened his mouth to eat the spoon bird's nest.

After eating half a bowl of rice and a piece of cake, Meng Fu shook his head and said, "I'm full. No more. "

Lin Feng sat on his bed and pretended to read, but his eyes kept glancing in their direction. He was stunned at the feeding.

And unconsciously wondered about the relationship between the two.

"OK." Guze put down the bowl, "eat when you're hungry." Then he picked up a paper towel to wipe his mouth.

He ate the rest of the meal carelessly, cleaned it up, took out the clothes in the bag and asked Meng Fu to take a bath.

Lin Feng recognized those famous brand clothes. From Guze's clothes, words and deeds, he also judged that he was a rich man. He asked suspiciously, "brother, how can you live in such a small hotel?"

Gu Ze glanced at him coldly and warned, "don't ask what he does, and don't talk to him."

"I, brother, I'm really a student. I'll take out my student ID and give it to you. I don't mean any harm." Lin Feng was so frightened that he took out his student ID in a panic.

Guze didn't see his student ID and didn't want to talk to him. He thought the man was very noisy.

Lin Feng knows he's annoying and doesn't stick his hot face to his cold ass. he sits at the head of his bed and plays with his mobile phone alone.

Meng Fu came out of the bathroom with water vapor all over his body. The air conditioning equipment of the small hotel was not good. The hot air had no effect. His wet hair soon took away the remaining hot air from his body.

Guze opened the quilt and let him lie on the bed with a dry towel to wipe his hair.

"I'll do it myself."

"OK."

He turned and went to the landlord. When he came back, he had a hair dryer in his hand. "It's bad to catch a cold. You can't get sick again."

He hung his eyes, and Guze's fingers passed through his wet hair. Maybe it was due to the heat in the hair dryer. It was a little warm.

Finally dried, Guze stretched out his hand to poke his bangs. "His eyes are almost covered and long. Cut them next time."

"That's not necessary." Brush his hand away.

"..." Gu Ze was stunned and immediately said as if nothing had happened, "yes, it will look better when it grows."

After Guze came out of the bath, Meng Fu still sat in a daze on the bed. The student named Lin Feng seemed to ask something while Guze was away. Seeing that Guze came back, he pretended that nothing had happened and continued to play with his mobile phone.

Meng Fu's expression was faint.

The tip of the ear is a little red. I don't know whether it's embarrassing or shy.

Guze took out a book from his bag and turned to a page. "I didn't finish reading it last time. Now I can continue to read it."

Then he found that this was the lower berth. The backlight was very. He couldn't read it. He closed the book and seemed to have nothing to do. He looked at him and stared at him as if engraved into his bones.