The world-weary ordered something to eat, sat on the sofa and waited for the clear stream to come out.

My mind is full of lingering images.

I kept reminding myself that it's okay to do this, everyone is the same.

As a result, certain scenes kept echoing in my mind.

If you have a particularly bad memory, you can recall the chapters that were specially marked in the comments.

He sat and waited for a long time, and after waiting and waiting, he turned on his phone uncontrollably.

Click on Weibo.

Find the blogger.

Click on the link.

Look for chapters.

Everything seems to come naturally, out of control.

The world-weary clicked on the chapter, and his eyes just fell on the first sentence, and his brows furrowed tightly.

He turned the page down the next page, his brows furrowed more and more fiercely, the tips of his ears crept up crimson, and continued to turn down.

Until the slippers equipped with the bathroom appeared in front of him, and his slender legs stayed in his sight.

"What are you looking at?"

The world-weary instantly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, and threw the phone behind him.

I wanted to throw it on the sofa, but I threw it away, bounced up and jumped on the ground.

Qingliu frowned slightly, "It's easy for you to break your phone if you throw it away like this." ”

He walked over on his long legs and picked up the phone that had been thrown on the ground by the misanthropy.

I flipped it over and wanted to check if the phone was broken.

The red-haired boy pounced on him with lightning speed.

Qingliu didn't stand firm, and sat directly on the sofa, world-weary sat on him, and snatched the mobile phone in his hand.

Qingliu's eyes wrinkled slightly.

"Don't peek at other people's phones!"

The world-weary pressed on him, and successfully snatched the mobile phone out in a daze.

Hand speed fast shutdown.

On the other hand, he carefully protected his screen from Qingliu to see, and only his mobile phone was not an elderly machine with a buckle battery.

After finishing it, the world-weary slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I found myself still pressed on him.

After taking a bath, the young man was moist and white, and his body was full of a faint fragrance.

The misanthropy suddenly didn't want to get up.

Qingliu explained lightly, "I didn't want to peek at your phone, I wanted to see if it was broken." ”

The world-weary muttered lowly, "Okay, I forgive you." ”

Qingliu: "??? ”

Where did I apologize to this little brute, forgive the hammer.

Qingliu didn't bother to bother with him, smelling the food on the table, he was indeed a little hungry, and pushed the world-weary shoulder.

"Get up, eat."

The misanthropy feels that this posture is different and comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a sigh, "My foot is twisted, and I can't get up." ”

pretended to be nothing like it, and the acting skills were different from exaggerated.

Qingliu was stunned, knowing that he was acting, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

"Get up, I'll take a look at it for you."

The world-weary lowered his head and rubbed wildly, "No, no, I can't act, it's too painful." ”

The disgusting chin lightly hit his chest, and Qingliu felt his heart tremble slightly as if it were invisible.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered, "Don't make trouble. ”

He lied seriously, and his mouth was full of words, "Who messed with you, it really twisted, or I can't rely on it?" ”

Qingliu couldn't help but sigh.

Lai is not bad, there are no points in his heart?

Still not believing it, the world-weary gently wrinkled his nose and poked his face with his fingers.

"You don't believe me?"

He narrowed his eyes, "Are you looking down on ......me again?"

The back of his head was suddenly pressed by his slender hand, and his world-weary head was lowered by him, touching the light-colored lip flap.

His pupils dilated slightly.

At the last second, Qingliu turned his head sideways, and the world-weary head fell on his ear.

The corners of his lips brushed the tips of his ears, and the world-weary heard his hoarse voice speak lightly.

"Faith."

The world-weary heartbeat was pounding, and the picture of the inside came to mind.

It's as if words have become imagination, and the plot is in front of you.

He got up from Qingliu in a panic.

"Eat, eat, eat."

Qingliu sank and sat up helplessly.

Staring at the fried red head.

"You owe ......"

·

The regular season continues, with the last two days coming to an end.

Dream Flappy coaches come to get their opinion on when to book the ticket.

The time for the playoffs is coming soon, and Coach Meng Feiyang is just asking them.

He doesn't like the misanthropic feeling that the blue market is not fun, and the taste of the food is too light. In addition, the training of mythology is very tight, and it is impossible for Qingliu to stay in the blue market for two more days to play, so he said that he would go back at the original time.

Coach Meng Feiyang expressed his satisfaction with the obedient appearance of this little demon king of the mixed world.

The other few obedient also said that they would go back directly according to the original plan.

Suddenly, a teammate said, "Coach, can you tell us the exact time this time?" ”

Misanthropic raised his eyes, a little unclear.

What is the exact time?

His teammates explained to him, "You don't pay attention to the time every time, do you?" Every time the coach is afraid that we will be late, he likes to say that the time is half an hour late, and we are nervous to catch the plane, but in fact, the time is still early. ”

The misanthropic bounced up from the stool, "What did you say?" ”

Coach Meng Feiyang knew that it was impossible for this little devil to be obedient.

This reaction is not soothing, and it is about to blow up again.

"Oh, it's all trivial, it's nothing, I still learned from SIS, and they do it every time."

He asked coldly, "On the day we came, how much was the difference in time?" ”

Coach Meng Feiyang thought for a while, "Half an hour, an hour." ”

The world-weary face was cold, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

He has never been in the habit of looking at time.

That is to say, what he thought was ten o'clock was actually nine or half past nine.

He told Qingliu that he would arrive at twelve o'clock.

In fact, I arrived at half past eleven, because I couldn't wait for him to be angry and left directly.

At that time, they didn't come at all.

No wonder later, Qingliu ran over with a cold face in anger and asked him if it was fun?

Grass, it turns out that the person who released the pigeon is himself.

The world-weary face is extremely ugly.

In the end, Qingliu was pigeoned by him, and he was scolded by him in turn.

He also took the initiative to put down his hair to find him and take him to dinner.

The misanthropy suddenly felt that he was really not human.

He slammed to his feet, leaving behind a group of shivering teammates, and turned to run towards the mythical training room.

There are still ten minutes to go.

Qingliu is now being pressed by the makeup artist to touch up her makeup.

The door to the training room slammed open.

The people in the room looked at the dusty young man at the door for some reason.

The world-weary walked over quickly, reaching out to grab Qingliu's wrist.

Qingliu's face was a little stunned, and his beautiful and clear eyes looked at him in surprise.

The misanthropy dragged him up from the dressing table, "Come out with me." ”

The mythical teammates hurriedly got up, feeling that the world-weary comer was not good, and he didn't make any moths at the moment of the game.

Qingliu shook his head slightly, "It's okay." ”

The eyes looked at the misanthropy, "Where do you want to take me, let's go." ”