Lovely Allergen

"Prostitution?" Le Zhishi's eyes were blank, and then suddenly realized something and waved his hands frantically, "Ah, isn't it..."

He wanted to hug Song Yu when he was anxious, but Song Yu pressed his shoulders and pushed him away, "No hugs."

"Why?" Le Zhishi narrowed his mouth in dissatisfaction.

Song Yu said seriously: "I'm allergic to you."

"You lie." Lezhishi wanted to grab his arm, but Song Yu held it back with his backhand. Holding the bottom edge of the phone with his other hand, he patted his cheek with the phone.

"When Lezhi, don't change the subject for me."

"Are you rich now? Or am I too cheap?"

"You're not cheap!" Le Zhishi hurriedly grabbed Song Yu, accidentally tore off Song Yu's bathrobe, revealing most of his shoulder, with scratches on it.

Song Yu glanced down, then raised his eyes, staring at him, and said in a deep voice, "Why, haven't you had enough prostitutes?"

Le Zhishi was choked with these words and coughed all of a sudden. From his chest to cheeks, he finally got along, but Song Yu pressed his shoulders down and fell on the soft and fluffy pillow, but he didn't kiss him. .

The aftershave exudes a very light scent mixed with sandalwood and citrus. It is a very common scent, but it smells good when it adheres to Song Yu's skin. His eyes scanned Lezhishi's face slowly, releasing a danger signal.

"How many times do you have enough money?" Song Yu's fingers went down the bridge of Lezhishi's nose, and gently flicked Lezhishi's slightly swollen lips twice, covered with a faint light of water." Four times?"

"The lips hurt a little." Le Zhishi snorted quietly, hiding Song Yu's finger.

"Who is to blame?" Song Yu poked his finger at the corner of his soft mouth, and sometimes smiled when he knew it, and a shallow vortex would sink here.

Le Zhishi was speechless. It was true that he himself had been pestering him to kiss, and he would kiss for as long as he did. He may really be different from others, he needs to be hugged or kissed very much. The more at that time, the more he needs the verification of intimate behavior, and it is best not to stop.

"When Lezhishi, don't go looking for fabrics in the afternoon." Song Yu didn't stop with his hand, and continued to go down, holding Lezhishi's neck, rubbing the crimson mark on the skin with his fingers, "Today I left the rest After spending the next one-off, there is no need to do it later."

Le Zhishi immediately shook his head and moved his head up, trying to kiss him and was avoided, but he could only emphasize in aggrieved, "No, no."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and deliberately said, "Is it important to find fabrics?"

Le Zhishi lowered his eyes, his apple rolled up and down uncomfortably, and squeezed out another answer, "No, I mean...there is more to come." His hand stretched out from the side of the quilt. Putting the **** Song Yu's bathrobe, he was caught by his wrist.

"Look at what you are like." Song Yu glanced at him, put his hand back into the quilt, "Be honest."

"You said yesterday that I was behaved, but today I feel that I am dishonest." Le Zhishi coughed twice and retracted into the quilt, "Song Yu, you are really fierce."

Song Yu stood up, tidied up his bathrobe condescendingly, looked down at him and said, "I will tie you up again."

Le Zhishi shut up, but after two seconds he stretched out his arm again, like a child raised his hand to the teacher, "The last sentence, the money I gave is the room fee, let me pay it out on the first day."

Song Yu turned around, calmly said: "I took the rope."

"Hey, no, can't I stop talking..."

When Lezhi got out of bed to wash, he realized that his legs were trembling. After two steps, he squatted down and even sat on the carpet without speaking or speaking. Song Yu had originally confirmed the email in front of the computer, and glanced at the back of Lezhi sitting on the ground when he found Lezhi, and then walked over to ask him what's wrong.

"It hurts..." Lezhishi's ears were flushed, her face wrinkled slightly while holding her belly.

"Where does it hurt?" Song Yu picked him up from the ground, passed his arm through the knee socket, and walked towards the bathroom.

"...I feel a little pain everywhere." Lezhishi touched his chest, "Voice, stomach, legs, and..." He cleared his throat and confuses him.

"I gave you medicine, it shouldn't be a big problem." Song Yu put him in front of the sink and asked him to stand still.

Le Zhishi only saw the placed water cup with a toothbrush squeezed with toothpaste on it. He turned his head and glanced at Song Yu, "Why are you so good."

Song Yu turned his face unnaturally, "It's just smooth."

Hearing Lezhishi's voice was still a bit dumb, Song Yu stretched out his hand and touched Lezhishi's lower abdomen lightly.

The person involved didn't feel that there was anything in this action, but suddenly found that one of his slippers had fallen when he was picked up, so he simply stretched out his foot and stepped on Song Yu's cotton drag, so that Song Yu could not get out.

"I made it too much." Song Yu's voice was very low, and it sounded a lot softer than before.

But Le Zhishi didn't mind. He put his hand on Song Yu's and said vaguely while brushing his teeth: "It's okay, my vitality is very tenacious."

No matter how you hear this, it doesn't sound right. Song Yu didn't speak. When he stepped on, looking at Lezhi in the mirror, there was a small hickey on the skin behind his ears, looming between his hair.

The hotel’s food delivery service is not bad. Song Yu ordered some light porridge and snacks that you can eat at Lezhishi, as well as a large fruit platter.

Lezhi lacked physical energy and was very hungry. Drinking a large bowl of hot porridge made me feel much better.

But it's really light, too light.

He pointed to the rain outside the window, the tone was different from usual, with a little hoarse, as if he had matured a lot from a child, but he was still very childish when he said, "You should eat hot pot in this kind of weather."

Song Yu forked a piece of apple cut into a bunny shape and blocked his mouth.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the rain was a little lighter, but the wind was very strong. Song Yu put his turtleneck sweater on him in the name of preventing his throat from catching cold and causing asthma during Lezhi. All traces are covered.

After coming out of the hotel, the car called in advance parked in front of the revolving door of the Financial Building. Song Yu put Le Zhishi in his arms and took him into the car under an umbrella.

The address of the fabric dealer is not far away. The driver is a young man, saying that the address is their largest and most international fabric wholesale market here.

When he talked about internationalization, he deliberately glanced at Lezhishi's face in the rearview mirror. Le Zhishi and Song Yu wore a pair of Bluetooth headsets separately, and looked down at the phone next to him. The wiper swept back and forth on the windshield, and Song Yu was a little irritated.

"Little handsome guy, are you a mixed-race or a foreigner?" He finally asked.

Le Zhishi raised his head, did not hear the other party's words very clearly, and was about to take off a headset, but Song Yu held his hand and saw him with a cold face and said: "Chinese-British mixed blood."

The other party nodded again and again, and looked up while Lezhi, "Oh, no wonder they look so good, their eyelashes are even bigger than those of girls..."

"It's the green light." Song Yu cut off his words, as cold as a voice broadcasting robot, "There are frequent traffic accidents on rainy days, so please concentrate on driving."

Le Zhishi bowed his head ignorantly and continued to read the comic series. After a few seconds, he felt Song Yu hold his hand and let go, and Le Zhishi took the initiative to stop him from leaving. He pinched while reading the comic. His knuckles.

"You are not afraid of bad eyes." Despite the reproach, Song Yu's voice was too soft when he spoke to him.

Lezhi Shi did not look up, and clicked to the next page, "No, this is a monthly update serialization, which can only be viewed once a month."

It's not a brain circuit at all. Song Yu looked out the window, and there was no driver's chatter, and the carriage was much quieter. They arrived at the wholesale market within a short time. Lezhishi politely said thank you before closing the car door, and then hid under Song Yu's umbrella.

It is composed of many buildings with a large area, and there are many fabric shops inside. Song Yu took the address information given by Le Zhishi and quickly led him to the fabric shop.

This fabric dealer has the largest area on the same floor, and the space is spacious. There are many rows of shelves inside, full of all kinds of fabrics. Generally speaking, they are classified according to color, and each grid is labeled with writing. The label of the fabric name, place of production and price is dazzling and regular.

"Do you feel like you have come to heaven?" Le Zhishi tried to interview a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder like Song Yu, but Song Yu didn't have much interest in it, and walked directly to the clerk who looked most like a manager.

"Hello, I want to buy a fabric." Song Yu is straightforward, without much expression on his face.

The other party was a middle-aged woman who was not young, and she looked at Song Yu a little and saw that he was wearing a vintage heather gray Chesterfield coat. The dress was very long, and the inside was a black turtleneck cashmere sweater, all of which had a good texture. The materials are expensive as a set. Those who mix traces in fabric making and processing are most likely to see the dishes. Scan your clothes and you will know the bottom line in your heart.

She smiled and said, "Hello, hello, I am the supervisor here, my name is Chen, which one do you want? My family is the biggest supplier here, and many big bosses come here to talk about fabrics. Customization." She turned her face and pointed to these inexhaustible shelves, "These are all a small part, and there are many more warehouses."

When Song Yu looked back at Lezhi, Lezhishi immediately reported the name of the fabric happily, "Hello Director Chen, we called before and said that this model is discontinued. Do you have any stock here?"

Director Chen checked with an iPad and found that this fabric showed a small amount of inventory, but it could not be retrieved. "Wait a minute, I will contact the warehouse. There is no such one in the storefront."

Song Yu nodded slightly, put his hands in his coat pockets, stood indifferently. Lezhishi looked at the nearby fabric, touched it with his hand, and recorded it with his mobile phone, and then ran back and pulled Song Yu's sleeve. "That The blue-gray satin is also very good, and it can be used as a skirt designed by Xiaoqi and the others."

Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "You don't need money, you don't need to report to me."

Le Zhishi suddenly puffed up his mouth and wrinkled his nose, "I have no money."

Song Yu held the phone with his slender fingers, showed him the transfer record of the WeChat interface, and asked, "Really?"

He neither accepts nor returns, just hangs in the middle, Lezhishi complains in his heart, this person really does everything like this, better than a cat fishing.

"I'm very poor." Le Zhishi whispered, "Two thousand times is too expensive, I can't afford it."

Song Yu keenly caught his wording and raised his eyebrows, "Who plays who?"

Before Lezhi opened his mouth to explain, another clerk came up. She was a young girl. She was standing not far away just now. She also knew the fabric they were looking for when Lezhi. She brought some similar materials. Greet them politely and ask them to see if these can be substituted.

Le Zhishi put the fabric under the light to observe carefully, took photos and sent them to the group, and took the magnifying glass handed by the young clerk to observe the texture of the weaving thread.

Like the results obtained by everyone in the group, Lezhishi also feels that these models cannot be used as substitutes. They lack the sparkling texture and do not incorporate too many textured silver wires.

"Thank you." Le Zhishi handed the things back, and then stood back to Song Yu.

The clerk said no thanks, hugged the fabric and looked at it, his eyes fell on Song Yu, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Did you look at the material on purpose?"

Le Zhishi suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if they had mistaken Song Yu for some manufacturer's representative. He glanced at it and felt that Song Yu was dressed very businessly, except for his face too young, which seemed to be easily misunderstood.

Song Yu did not answer, and the clerk was not too embarrassed. When turning to Lezhi, he smiled and asked him: "Are you an assistant? Or a secretary? I think you look so small, maybe even younger than me."

"Ah...I, I actually..." After being misunderstood, Le Zhishi wanted to explain, but Song Yu suddenly laughed and attracted his attention.

He seemed to show great interest in the setting of the young general manager and the young secretary.

"We are not in this kind of relationship." Le Zhishi tried to explain, but Song Yu calmly intercepted his words: "He is quite small."

The clerk had a clear expression. Lezhishi just caught her to consult other fabrics, picked some more, and decided to purchase directly from them.

"Generally speaking, we don't accept orders within 500 meters." The clerk looked at Song Yu, "If you think the sample is good, you also hope to take care of our business."

He was afraid that he would not be able to take care of it, Le Zhishi thought to himself that he has the face of a capitalist, but he is actually a stone picker.

I bought a lot of them seven or eighty-eight. Lezhishi felt that the public funds he had brought were not enough to squander, and asked the clerk for a discount with a little coquettish tone, but Song Yu stopped it.

"I make up for more."

It was his boyfriend’s wool. Lezhishi was not very happy, but his attention was attracted by another board in the hands of the clerk. Some velvet cloth was worn on it, all cut into three fingers and one meter long. Ribbons, different colors.

"this is?"

"Oh, this is our new product, a kind of velvet satin that feels very good. Many high-end lines of famous brand women's clothing come to us to order this." The clerk took out the black one and handed it to Lezhi. Look, it feels very good, and it won’t turn white."

"Really, it's soft and comfortable."

When Song Yu saw Lezhi, he put the black ribbon on his white wrist. The strong color contrast made him have a certain reverie.

"I'll give you this one." The little girl's smile appeared on the clerk's face, "I think your hair will grow longer, reaching the shoulders. It should look good when you tie it up with this."

Le Zhishi also smiled, and once again the small sunken shadow appeared on his lips, and he cutely grabbed the hair that was not long enough, "Really? Thank you then."

The clerk helped him pack all the other fabrics he bought, and then Director Chen came back. The expression on her face made Le Zhishi guess the result was not good.

"Excuse me." Director Chen said, "Originally, we had a batch of 500-meter samples, which was the last batch. Because of the high cost and low demand, we didn't do it later. This last point is left to A manufacturer, it is said that he himself likes to collect some discontinued fabrics, just took them yesterday."

"Is that so?" Lezhishi felt a little regretful. No wonder the boss of this fabric dealer kept saying that he couldn't sell it on the phone. It turned out that it had been decided long ago.

When seeing Lezhi, his expression was a little lost. Song Yu, who has not spoken very much, said, "Is it convenient to talk about the contact information of the producer?"

Originally, Director Chen was very hesitant, but the young man in front of him gave people a sense of reliable oppression. This description is very strange, but it is true. She finally explained, "You should not be able to contact, this is a bit troublesome. Yes, it's very calculating, it's Mr. Zhou of Ming Chang."

"Ming Shang..." Le Zhishi had a vague memory, but Song Yu reacted immediately, "It's a coincidence that we have his contact information."

Le Zhishi tugged his sleeve and asked quietly, "Do we have..."

"Yes, the business card is in your bag." Song Yu bid farewell to Director Chen and left here with Lezhishi. When taking the elevator, Le Zhishi took the business card that Song Yu found out at once, stared at the words on it and asked: "How do you remember?"

I remember every man and woman who came up with you. Song Yu didn't say it, but found a more appropriate one, "You should ask yourself why you can't forget what happened yesterday?"

Le Zhishi was really bluffed by him, and silently took out his mobile phone to make a call. The rain was still falling. He stood in front of the glass door on the first floor. After dialing twice, the other party was finally connected.

"Mr. Zhou Chengwei? I don't know if you still remember me. I was the one who met you on both the plane and the high-speed rail... Yes, for the mixed race, ah, it's great. You remember me."

Song Yu stood aside, and happily called when he saw Lezhi, while writing and drawing on the fogged glass door with his hands, almost the same as when he was a child.

The five or six-year-old Le Zhishi also likes to write on the glass, especially the word "Yu", but this word is a bit difficult for him when he was a child, so every time he writes their names side by side, that Yu The characters are always exceptionally big. Le Zhishi is very good at defending himself, he writes the most important words only when he says the most important words, so brother Xiaoyu is his most important person.

In the memory, the figure of the little guy full of sweet talk and the big boy in front of him gradually overlapped, Song Yu chuckled lightly and lowered his eyes.

I don't know how many people have been deceived with this kind of coaxing and deceit.

Faster than expected, Le Zhishi finished the phone call, he ran back to Song Yu, holding the phone very excited, "He agreed!"

"How did you coax?" Song Yu raised an eyebrow.

Le Zhishi didn't notice Song Yu's tone, and shook his head, "No, I told him about my situation. He promised to send us half of the fabric, but made a small request, hoping I could send him. A set of garments made of this fabric."

Song Yu nodded casually, "The problem is now solved."

"Yes, my waist is sore, and I'm so hungry." Le Zhishi didn't pay much attention to the eyes of the people around him, and hooked Song Yu's neck, with the entire upper body leaning against him, and his voice softened a lot. "Brother, you take me to eat something delicious, I want to eat roast goose and coconut milk cake."

Thinking that he had just bargained with others coquettishly in this tone, Song Yu glanced at him, and did not put his hand on his waist as usual, and deliberately said: "Yes, just use the prostitute you gave me to pay for it. "

Passing by a person, Lezhi Shi quickly covered Song Yu's mouth, and said quietly: "That's not..." He emphasized it again, "That's the room fee."

"it's the same."

Seeing that Song Yu was still talking about this, Le Zhishi secretly stuck a label with the word [cute] in his heart.

"It's not the same." Le Zhishi said softly and softly, "The hotel doesn't live every day..." He realized that when he opened his mouth, he couldn't continue afterwards, so he changed his words again, "Can you do it for free? Can't afford the money."

"No." Song Yu pushed him away with a cold face, "Refused to use prostitutes."

Le Zhishi said, "Then I want to make a lot of money, and I want to be a barrister."

Can you really tell the reason for being a barrister?

Song Yu was angry and funny, lowered his eyes, and suddenly saw the gift ribbon, half of which was draped outside of his pocket, and was blown by the cold wind that poured in after opening the door. He stretched out his hand to draw the belt, observed it carefully, and thought of a series of unpleasant things that had just happened to him.

"This is very suitable for you."

Without waiting for Le Zhishi to speak, Song Yu directly took Le Zhishi’s wrist and untied his watch. He put the two wrists together and held it with one hand, and then tied it with that nice black ribbon. The extra piece was held in his hand.

The velvet fabric slightly restrained Lezhishi's white and thin skin, as if it could block the blood flowing in those blue-purple veins. Song Yu talked, dragged Lezhi, who was acquainted with the situation, staggered forward and almost fell into Song Yu's arms.

The passing pedestrians cast their gazes at them, feeling a little uncomfortable when Lezhi, and whispered to his brother, "Why tie me up."

Song Yu didn't answer, but just pulled Le Zhishi out of the door like this. The rain outside temporarily stopped for a while, and the air was filled with moist water vapor. The ribbon was the only bond between him and Song Yu. He raised his hands like this and was dragged by Song Yu into the fog, and got on a car and parked on the road. Side of the black car.

Entering the car, Le Zhishi had the illusion of being stared at by the driver. The confined and small space made this shame be compressed even more, and it was too heavy to fall on his body, unable to move. Song Yu closed the car door, still pulling the black ribbon.

Le Zhishi turned his head, touched Song Yu's knee with his knee, and leaned close to him and asked in a low voice, "Should I go to eat like this?"

Song Yu pushed his glasses and leaned on the seat, "Yeah."

"It's really inconvenient to tie your hands unless you feed me." Le Zhishi whispered quietly.

"Yes." Song Yu said lightly.

"I'm not a kid."

Song Yu tugged at his wrist, pulled Le Zhishi closer, and then seemed to gently stroke his hair, from the top to the slightly curly hair, like the clerk said, this is not long enough, just During intense exercise, it will block the line of sight and sweat to the extent that it is blinded in front of the eyes.

The picture of the tied hair appeared in his mind for a moment, and he didn't want too many people to see it.

Song Yu spoke, his voice very bewitching.

"Baby, it's time for you to cut your hair."

The author has something to say:

Little desire is really super S, and I was relatively restrained last night ()