Love you, never separate

Zhou Li was so angry that he trembled all over. His eyes were fixed on Wei Zhuang. His eyes were fierce. Why did Wei Zhuang know so much about them? He did it secretly, even Cheng Lin didn't know. How did Wei Zhuang know?

"What on earth do you want to do?" Zhou Li's fingers were picking the table hard, and his forehead was covered with blue tendons.

"I want to help you."“ Give me your shit Zhou Li clapped his hand on the table and made a loud noise.

"Is that angry? After that, you may despair. Feel it. You know, all I do is for you. You are my best friend. How can I harm you? Is that right? " Wei Zhuang yinci's mouth.

"Go away." Zhou Li pointed to the door with a cold expression.

"Well, I'll pick you up at the bottom of your apartment tomorrow. I'll do my job as a secretary. You must come down, or I'll knock on the door. It's not good to be seen by your baby, do you think?" Wei Zhuang said with a smile.

"It seems that there is no one in the Secretary's duty to be a driver to pick up the boss from work."

"Oh, there is now."

Zhou Li was very angry. He yelled and swept all the documents on his desk. He was red eyed and panting on the desk.

He Qing has been bored in his bedroom all day. He has no mobile phone, no computer, no book, and nothing. He can only lie down and eat, sleep and eat, and live like a salted fish. He suddenly feels a little melancholy. How many days will he stay here?

Finally, when he Qing was lying in bed bored to sleep, the sound of opening the door came from the porch. He Qing got out of bed and ran to the door to stand, waiting for the bedroom door to be opened.

There was a rustling sound outside the door, and something fell on the ground. It was just that no one came to open the door. He Qing's eyes were a little lost, but he continued to stand by the door, knocking on the door handle.

Finally, a few minutes later, the door handle was turned, and the door opened from the outside. Then he Qing was put around his waist by a pair of arms. He Qing was a little dazed and wanted to push him away.

"Don't move. Let me hold you for a moment." Zhou Li's tired voice came out through He Qing's clothes.

He Qingfang wants to push his hand away from Zhou Li's shoulder. He slowly hangs down and stands quietly. He doesn't know what happened to Zhou Li, but he knows that Zhou Li is in a bad mood at the moment.

Zhou Li rubbed He Qing's abdomen with his forehead, and his arms tightened slightly. He felt he Qing's existence. He was really afraid that he Qing would not be found as soon as he got home, especially after talking with Wei Zhuang not long ago.

Wei Zhuang's words are still repeated in his ears over and over again. He is afraid that Wei Zhuang will really do something to hurt he Qing. Wei Zhuang is extremely abnormal now. If Zhou Li's love for he Qing is a kind of paranoid possession, then Wei Zhuang's feelings for Zhou Li are almost the same. Only one is love, The other is another kind of feeling that cannot be explained clearly.

Wei Zhuang wants to see Zhou Li succeed. He will solve all the obstacles that hinder Zhou Li's progress one by one.

"He Qing, I want to eat. Make it for me." For a long time, Zhou Li suddenly raised his head and looked at He Qing.

"Good." After he Qing finished, he stood quietly waiting for Zhou Lisong to start.

Zhou Li's vision moved down, just to He Qing's bare feet on the floor, frowning. If in the past, he would hold he Qing up without saying a word, but now he obviously can't do it. He twisted his eyebrows and said: "why don't you wear shoes? What if you catch cold? Go and put them on

He Qing moved his toes, looked at his clean feet on the ground, pulled Zhou Li's hand, and went back to the bedside to pull on his slippers.

He Qing goes to the kitchen. Zhou lifeI quickly turns the wheelchair to follow him and holds He Qing's hand. He Qing's hand slightly trembles and curls up, but he doesn't pull it out.

"What to eat?" He Qing asked while tying his apron.

"I love what you do. I love you more." Zhou Li's eyes were obsessed with He Qing's face.

He Qing didn't speak. He turned his head and his ears were red. He couldn't always be moved by Zhou Li's love words. He had to stick to it and tell the truth. According to the truth, he should be immune to Zhou Li's love words. But the result is that Zhou Li's love words level has been rising, but his defense ability has been stagnant. He blushed before and now.

He Qing took a look in the refrigerator. There was no food in it. There were only a few eggs and a few bottles of drinks. He could only make a simple two person egg noodle for Zhou Liduan.

Originally, he was eating in front of Zhou Li. As a result, Zhou Li had to rub his wheelchair to sit next to him, and he kept leaning towards him. He was helpless and couldn't stop eating.

He Qing can only move little by little. Zhou Li is in a wheelchair, which is difficult to control. Maybe he is pushed by his persistent strength. He pushes He Qing all the way to the corner of the table. There is a wall beside the corner of the table, and he Qing can't avoid it.

"I'm almost out of position..." he Qing finally couldn't bear it.

"Who told you to move in? Can you let me lean on you? I like to lean on you. " Zhou Li snored.

"..." he Qing was silent, lowered his head and ate noodles silently.

"He Qing."

He Qing had not finished eating a mouthful of noodles. He raised his head and turned to look at it. Then he was blocked by his lips.

He Qing's back is stuck on the wall, and there is residual soup in the corner of his mouth, which is licked by Zhou Li. Zhou Li's tip of tongue sweeps He Qing's lips and slowly slides into He Qing's mouth.

He Qing's two hands were caught by Zhou Li. The chopsticks he was holding in his hands suddenly fell to the ground. Zhou Li's two fingers were inserted into He Qing's fingers and connected with He Qing's ten fingers.

"He Qing, I miss you very much after I haven't seen you for a day. What should I do in the future?" The tip of Zhou Li's nose is against the tip of He Qing's, and his lips are still rubbing against He Qing's lips.

He Qing dropped his eyes and was silent for a while. Zhou Li sighed and continued to peck on He Qing's lips. Then he took a bite from his white neck. Then he turned back and continued to eat noodles.

It's just that he used his left hand this time. He didn't like it very much. His right hand was still clasped with the fingers of He Qing's left hand. The warm touch in his hand made him not want to let go.

He Qing tried to draw his hand, but he didn't hold it tightly again. He had to give up and cautiously said to Zhou Li: "my hand..."

"You don't have to eat with your left hand when you go. I'll hold it. What's the matter?" Zhou Li took he Qing's hand and shook it in the air.