Hypocritical Adonis

Qi Zhong endured and endured, and finally said quietly: "That really aggrieved you."

Qi Cheng shook his head seriously, "General grievances, I can still bear, who will make me better."

Qi Zhong's words were inexhaustible, and he glanced at him, feeling that his face was thick enough, and he had to bow down in front of Qi Cheng.

Fortunately, brother.

Even now that his head is confused, Qi Zhong feels that he can't cry.

It made him want to shove a boat in a muddled way, but it didn't work. The first word didn't say anything, and the latter two words could choke him in his throat.

Brother doesn't know if it's good or not, Qi Zhong thinks that the red body that was burnt before is quite good, at least he now thinks of a big push in his heart, and he can still pretend to be calm.

Qi Cheng was also teasing him, at this time he smiled and said: "Qi Zhong, you can't be ungrateful as a man."

"If you don't want to call your elder brother," he gave a thoughtful choice, "then exchange for other ones."

Qi Zhong held his breath.

He looked nervous at first glance, and Qi Cheng could even see the traces of his eyelashes shaking uncomfortably. Qi Zhong's picture was rare, and Qi Cheng felt fresh and strange.

It was really weird, Qi Cheng coughed, and inexplicably uncomfortable, "Say when you are well."

There is a clock hanging on the wall of the hospital. It is three o'clock in the night. There are only Qi Zhong and Qi Cheng in the whole drip room.

After so much trouble, the two of them couldn't sleep when they sat down. They were young and full of energy, and couldn't feel sleepy.

Qi Cheng took a mobile phone and put a movie between the two of them.

The screen of the mobile phone is only so little, the heads of the two people are very close, Qi Zhong hangs the needle in his left hand, and his right hand is free. His eyes were not on mobile movies, but on Qi Chengnao.

Qi Cheng's hair length is just right, and there is only one spin behind his head. He should have washed his hair not long ago, with the roots of the hair flowing and the scent of shampoo.

The scent of the shampoo is also particularly naughty. Instead of drilling elsewhere, run towards Qi Zhong's nose.

Qi Zhong's calf began to shake slowly, his heels stepped on the ground. For a moment, he pretended to be sleepy and narrowed his eyes, then lowered his head, leaning toward the goal.

Little by little, his heart imitated the way someone else was asleep in the TV series I watched before. Qi Zhong felt that he should be natural. Finally, he leaned on Qi Cheng's shoulder.

The moment of leaning up, the shame almost burst into the shed, just don’t be seen as pretending to be sleeping, and Qi Cheng don’t put his head straight.

Oh shit.

Qi Zhong closed his eyes tightly and decided not to swear it would open his eyes.

Qi Cheng was suddenly leaned on, and he looked sideways at Qi Zhong's sleeping face. The guy's lips had dried to peel, and the skin under the incandescent lamp seemed to lose his usual healthy skin tone. , "Sleep, all right."

The finger tapped again and again on Qi Zhong's left shoulder. Qi Cheng didn't remove his head, but slowly sat back on the back of the chair, turned off the movie, coaxed him to sleep with one hand, and played with the mobile phone in the other.

The nurse nurse changed water several times back and forth. After the needle was finally pulled out, Qi Zhong really fell asleep on Qi Cheng's shoulder.

I smashed my mouth from time to time.

When Qi Cheng woke him up, Qi Zhong was not satisfied, "Don't make trouble."

Okay, we must take tough measures.

"Give you three seconds, you won't wake up again," Qi Cheng whispered in his ear, "Qi Zhong, you are about to lose your adult."

"Hugging you around the street and letting you lose your face."

Qi Zhong opened his eyes in pain and wiped his face with both hands. "Walk around, I woke up."

After waking up, he asked Qi Cheng, "Where are we going?"

"Where are you going?" Qi Cheng threw the question back.

"Go find a bed," Qi Zhong said. "You haven't slept yet, and you will have a good night's sleep."

The effect of hanging three bottles of water is great. He has now recovered from fever and is beginning to recover.

I just felt that the scheming just now was too bad. Qi Cheng hasn't slept now.

Inexplicably, I started to feel sour, complaining how I was so dragged down when I was sick.

Not a good thing.

Qi Zhong, you are a big trouble.

"Go to my house," Qi Cheng thought for a while, "I took the leave, I don't have to go to class today. You have a good rest, I also ask you to make up for a good night."

"Well," Qi Zhong, "all listen to you."

Qi Chengcheng smiled, and felt that Qi Zhong was now drilling a big dog under his hand to make him knead his hair.

"Let's go," it's almost six o'clock now, and it's easy to take a taxi outside, Qi Chengdao, "Take you to find a bed to sleep."

After sleeping, he woke up naturally. When Qi Zhong opened his eyes, he didn't come back.

The bed underneath is soft and has a familiar smell. As soon as his mind turned, he remembered that this was Qi Cheng's room.

Lying is Qi Cheng's bed.

Qi Zhong held his calm expression for a while, then turned around and buried his face in the quilt, blocking the wanton smile, only the shoulder blade trembling.

The first step into the enemy camp!

Qi Cheng was taking a shower. The seemingly non-existent music in the bathroom was covered by layers of water curtains, vaguely bringing out Qi Zhong, who was crazy in bed.

"Qi Cheng," Qi Zhong, "I also want to take a shower. Is there anything I can wear?"

Qi Cheng said in the bathroom: "Look at your short man, what clothes can't I wear?"

"I am short?" Qi Zhong, "I am still short?"

"Isn't it short?" Qi Cheng concealed the smile in his tone. "Oh, then it's not a matter of being short, it's short legs."

What he said was that he got on and off the taxi this morning. Qi Zhong didn't keep up with Qi Cheng's pace. Qi Cheng took a step. He had to toss two steps like a wooden man.

Qi Zhong walked to the bathroom door to follow Qi Cheng theory, "Who are the short legs?"

"Who else besides you in this room?" Qi Cheng stopped the water and took the towel to wipe off the water on his body, slowly and cutely, "I'm just the long legs of the classics."

"My legs are longer than you."

Qi Cheng's tone was very rogue, "Is there evidence? I don't believe it."

Qi Zhong's eyes flickered outside, and he stopped talking.

Qi Cheng also brought the change of clothes to the bathroom. It is still raining outside. The heavy rain has become moderate rain. It is still not easy to go out. He intends to order a takeaway after taking a shower, and will not go back to school today. After eating and drinking with Qi Zhong, he is ready to take a break and take a vacation.

After waking up, he also checked the news. Recently, some days have been rainy, and the temperature has dropped unexpectedly. For him, the rainy day is really a good day to sleep.

After making up his mind, Qi Cheng covered his head with a towel and opened the bathroom door.

Then the whole person froze in place.

Qi Zhong took off his trousers and planned to speak with facts, which would be pointing at his legs, "Is this leg called a short leg?"

The wheat-colored straight long legs were naked in front of Qi Cheng, and there was only one big underwear underneath to protect the final bottom line, and it dangled in people's eyes like a fire, wherever it was his flesh.

Not only proved that he is not a short leg, but also proved that he is superior to everyone else.

Qi Cheng turned his head, "put on clothes."

He covered his eyes with a towel, as if wiping his head.

"Look at me," Qi Zhong leaned over and couldn't catch up with him in the morning because he almost fell asleep while standing, and he had absolutely no relationship with his figure. "There is no right to speak without investigation, and there is a word called Seeing is believing, look at it quickly, the facts are in front of your eyes, you can also take a ruler to measure the long legs of the child.

"Okay, you have long legs." Qi Cheng.

Qi Zhong snorted, "You didn't take a look at it, you're so perfunctory? Qi Cheng, learning bully, you have to have a bottom line."

Qi Cheng couldn't bear it, so he took off the towel, looked at him up and down, focused his attention, and toured it 360 degrees.

Qi Zhong also turned several times in front of him, showing his good figure from front to back.

I don't know if he is really fake or not. I said a little bit in the morning and then my face was red and scarred, which would soon make my face flush.

After Qi Cheng finished reading and saw that Qi Zhong was satisfied, he picked up the towel and wiped his head again. "Long and long, there are no longer legs than you."

Qi Zhong took a corner of her mouth and took Qi Cheng's clothes into the bathroom. Feet on the ground felt like they stepped on the clouds.

After the sound of water in the bathroom sounded again, Qi Chengcai threw away the towel and sat on the sofa, intending to order a takeaway with his mobile phone.

But after looking at the phone for a while, one software didn't turn on. Qi Cheng pierced, rubbing his eyebrows, feeling that Qi Zhong's legs were all over his eyes.

If Qi Cheng said that he could not do it elsewhere, would he also plan to have a "seeing is believing"?

Ten minutes later, Qi Zhong also steamed out of the bathroom. He sat next to Qi Cheng, and the same fragrance of shower gel, shampoo lingered on the noses of the two, "What will you eat in a while?"

"Dumplings and vegetables," Qi Cheng moved aside quietly, "The hair dryer is on the table over there, you should blow dry your hair."

"Oh." Qi Zhong listened to him to dry his hair.

Qi Cheng was relieved, and Yu Guang looked at him again.

The water behind is half wet, the big T-shirt is still white, and the smooth half of the back has been shown to the eyes.

Qi Cheng looked at the front and changed the station with the remote control. Lang Bai's face flashed. Qi Cheng transferred the station back and set it on this variety show.

Look at Lang Bai's face calm and calm.

This person, Qi Zhong, let Qi Cheng know what complexity is.

Seeing the twisted and awkward, but unexpectedly straightforward and bold. I'm extremely stupid in some things, but sometimes, I'm as mature as I haven't seen in a long time.

Two heavy rains, two eyes.

A black cloud crushes the city, and one has red eyes and tears.

Qi Cheng exhaled a sigh of air, discarded these messy ideas, and focused on the variety channel, temporarily not wanting to think about it.

Qi Zhong came back with her flowing hair and saw Lang Bai on the TV. "This is not the star."

"Lumber."

Qi Zhong nodded and frowned quietly.

He didn't like the star, especially the school celebration, which was originally halfway through, and was pulled on stage halfway by this person.

This person always turned to Qi Cheng's side, peach blossom eyes hooked Qi Cheng more than once.

The two of them watched TV, and no one offered to change channels. After a while, the doorbell rang, Qi Cheng used to take out takeaway, and when he returned, the above program had changed to another channel, which was also a variety show, but without Lang Pang Na Zhang let Qi Cheng keep a calm face.

He looked at Qi Zhong doubtfully.

Qi Zhong smiled at him, calmly said: "This show is more beautiful."