While filling the basin with water, the misanthropic poured some laundry detergent indiscriminately, and then began to rub it with his hands.

Isn't it just to do a laundry, why do you really think that it is difficult to stump him with the invincible little King Kong?

While doing the laundry, he asked with a sneer, "I wondered, why are you such a first-line e-sports player?" ”

A shirt that is less than a hundred yuan will not be thrown away if it is dirty and torn.

You have to wash it, sew it up, and continue to wear it.

The misanthropic thought that he had come to the countryside in the eighties.

Qingliu is the unfavored youngest son of the landlord's family, living a poor and sad life.

Qingliu lowered his eyes and glanced at him casually, "Knock? ”

The misanthropy is no longer talking.

After all, the imaginary son who was not favored is now living a very chic life, nesting on the sofa to catch up on dramas,

He was the only one who was poor and grieving.

This man is simply insane.

The world-weary scolded while honestly washing the clothes and drying them.

"It's done, isn't it? Lao Tzu can go, right? ”

The world-weary got up from the ground with a scolding, and in order to wash the torn shirt, he squatted on the ground and his feet were numb.

What kind of broken material, Coke can't be washed off for half a day.

Qingliu glanced at him and said slowly,

"What's the hurry? Come and sit here and watch TV for a while, there's no hurry. ”

The world-weary glanced at the TV that was playing on the TV, called the seventh part of the temptation to return to the village.

Thank you, I was really amazed.

The misanthropic dragged his broken body, which was numb in his legs and feet, out of the bathroom at a turtle speed.

Some temptations asked,

"Do you really plan to let me sew the buttons when the clothes are dry?"

Qingliu tilted his head, his dark eyes were shining with a clear luster, staring at him for a moment,

"Or else?"

The world-weary legs subconsciously weakened, and his knees were numb after squatting for a long time, and he almost knelt down.

Qingliu glanced at him and said with a smile in his voice, "It's not necessary to give such a big gift. ”

Instead, he reached out and brought the back of the couch to make room for him to sit.

The misanthropic sat down on the edge of the small couch.

"Grass, Lao Tzu used to point out the legs of the country, and it almost disappeared in your hands."

Qingliu: "...... Stupid. ”

Who especially pointed out the country with his legs.

"Grass, who are you scolding?" The world-weary instantly stretched out his legs in anger to kick him.

His legs were numb, and his movements were like the bites of thousands of mosquitoes, which was indescribably sour.

The third-level crippled misanthropy collapsed on the sofa without love.

I picked up my phone and looked at it.

Big Joe isn't here tonight: Vali Wali Wow?

Big Joe isn't here tonight: Hey brother, are you okay? If you are alive, squeak.

Innocent little King Kong: Squeak~

There was silence for a few seconds.

Da Qiao is not here tonight: My wife said that your name deserves a squeak~, it was just explosive.

Innocent King Kong: ............

Big Joe is not here tonight: Out of a woman's sixth sense, she asked me to ask you if your limbs are sore, your legs are weak, and your body seems to have been run over by a car.

Macho King Kong asks to play:? Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know that this is the standard description of the bloody and domineering president's article.

Big Joe isn't here tonight: So you have?

Macho King Kong asks to play: an embarrassed but polite smile.

Big Joe isn't here tonight: Okay, don't say it, I understand.

You know the!!

Misanthropic and frustrated, he threw his phone aside.

To someone's clear eyes.

The little white face is clear and snowy, and even the slight cyan blood vessels can be seen, and the eyes are moist and clear, indifferent, without the slightest attack power.

I'm so handsome and cool,

Why did he become a prisoner of his rank in the eyes of everyone?

The world-weary beckoned to him, "You come here." ”

Qingliu looked at him and didn't move.

The world-weary looked at the surroundings, and it was a fairly normal single man's apartment.

Unlike the dusty buildings on the outside, the inside of the house is clean and dust-free.

Just looking at Qingliu's appearance, he really doesn't look like a star player at all, he looks like a poor college student who has just graduated.

That's it? That's it???

That's why they all think that Qingliu is more offensive than him?

Blindness.

Blinder than crape myrtle.

As soon as his misanthropic brain was hot, he stretched out his long legs and threw them directly onto Qingliu's knees.

Qingliu was stunned, "Get down." ”

The misanthropy of the world does not change color, the face is not red, and the heart does not beat and lies, "I, me, my legs are too numb, do you want to help me rub them twice?" ”

Qingliu lightly glanced at the long legs that were on his knees, wrapped in casual pants tight and slender.

"Can I chop it for you for free?"

"You cut and you cut, I don't believe you're really ......"

The misanthropy of the world was wronged by the washing of clothes, and the grievances in my heart were angry.

As soon as the words fell, he felt that his slender body had turned sideways, and his slightly cool hand stayed on his waist.

Fingers on the cold, hard belt around the waist.

"Damn, what are you doing here?"

Qingliu reached out and skillfully opened the belt, "Let's go through the process of amputation." ”

The misanthropy heard a click, and his brain was instantly confused.

The misanthropic sat up violently and grabbed his wrist.

The narrow eyes glowed with a cold light,

"Man, don't play with fire."

Qingliu: "......"

I want to slap him in the face, so that he can see the face of the criticism.

Qingliu pulled his belt out of his waist, and then threw the leg on his knee to the ground,

Walk over to the desk and sit down, open the drawer and take out a set of tools.

pliers, wrenches, screwdrivers, and rope.

The world-weary heart is beating wildly.

metamorphosis real hammer,

Why the hell did you get into SM?

If it is really a human being, it is not to be seen.

Qingliu sat in front of the desk, bowing his head and studying his belt,

"You have a bit of a problem with this lock, help you repair it once for five hundred, Alipay and WeChat."

“…………”

The world-weary got up a little funny, and the legs were not numb, and the people lived.

"How good are you at living, you can still wear clothes that are broken and repaired, and you can still use them when your belt is broken."

After a pause in his tone, he said with some amusement,

"So it's too expensive to raise a girlfriend, so why don't you just find a boy to live with?"

Qingliu paused with his fingertips and put the belt in his hand aside,

Quietly and indifferently raised his eyes, his eyes were ancient and waveless,

"What do you mean?"

The world-weary sighed, and looked back at him with the same outdoneness,

There was an unruly flamboyance in his eyes, "To tell you the truth, have you taken a fancy to Lao Tzu?" ”

Isn't it love to trick yourself into going home and letting yourself do his laundry for him?

Qingliu: "......"

It's really not.

I'll let you come over, or just do a wash.

Qingliu looked at him with a flat gaze,

Suddenly smiled, "What if you like it?" ”

The misanthropy took a step back with some disgust,

He covered his body with bared teeth and shouted at him, "Don't love me, it won't work." ”

Qingliu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his moist eyes looked at him quietly.

He reached out and rubbed his hair.

smiled at him,

"It's cute."