Liu'er, I'm sorry. ”

Qingliu stood on the side of the road, swaying willow branches, gently resting on the shoulders of his white shirt.

A somewhat hoarse voice came from the earpiece, and Qingliu was slightly stunned.

He asked rhetorically, "Huh?" ”

Bad conscience of children?

The breathing on the other side was heavy, and his voice was a little wheezing.

"Did you hear that?"

Qingliu looked at the taxi that stopped in front of him, his eyes moved, and he saw that the license plate number happened to be the car he called Didi.

The driver lowered the window and signaled to him that he could go.

Qingliu gently stretched out his hand and told him to wait.

He replied, "Yes." ”

Misanthropy: "Well, that's fine. ”

Qingliu is a person who eats soft and does not eat hard, even if he has just regained his anger, as long as he apologizes, he will not be angry at all.

Qingliu asked softly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

His intuition told him that there was something strange about the boy opposite,

Misanthropy: "It's okay, hang up." ”

Qingliu's gaze stayed on the car illuminated by the moonlight, and his figure was reflected in the window glass.

"Do you want to go back together? I hailed a taxi. ”

The misanthropy on the other side smiled lightly, "No need, you can go back." ”

What a fool, just such a simple apology,

I don't care how angry I was before.

It's no wonder that he was coaxed by his sister, a first-line star e-sports player, poor as a college student who has not yet graduated.

The misanthropy saw that his mobile phone was one percent of the battery left.

"I won't tell you, my phone is out of battery, and I'm still waiting to call a taxi."

Qingliu on the other side paused for breathing, "Wouldn't it be better to go back together?" Where are you, I'll pick you up? ”

There was no battery on his mobile phone when he called him, how did he feel that he could insist on calling a taxi and paying the bill.

"I don't know where I am, slums, you leave me alone, go back quickly, I'll have someone pick me up."

Qingliu's voice was filled with disbelief,

"Are you kidding? …… Where are the slums around here. ”

After a pause, he said, "You send me a ...... on WeChat."

Before the words fell, there was already a busy sound in the earpiece.

Misanthropy hung up the phone on him?

Still is...... His phone is now dead.

Didi has been waiting for him for a while, time is precious to him, and he can take a few more orders if he finishes it early.

As a result, the boy didn't leave.

"Hurry up, young man, I'll continue to work if I send you early."

Qingliu took the phone off his ear and looked at the driver,

Smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry for delaying you." ”

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After resting for a while, he felt that he was not so uncomfortable, so he stood up and patted the mark on his buttocks.

Really, it's been a long time since I've been so embarrassed.

Just take it as an apology to Xiaobaiface, after all, he is sick today.

It is everyone's responsibility to respect the old and love the young.

Qingliu is sick and disabled, and the world-weary is responsible?

The misanthropy was amused by his own thoughts.

Tuck your hardware into your pants pocket, and don't bother to put it on your hands.

The mobile phone is not a little power, it has been automatically turned off, and the world-weary is a little irritable.

What the hell,

How did he get back?

It's all to blame for the little white face, there are so many.

The misanthropic looked around, and could only follow the direction he had come.

But he is a proper road idiot, and his sense of direction is not good, but this is still in China, and he is a person who has lived in Washington all the year round, so how can he know the road here.

The misanthropy can only walk along the alley, hoping to find a shop,

Such...... I'll be able to call the police uncle.

The world-weary walked and walked, and found that this road became stranger and stranger as he went,

Isn't he getting farther and farther away from the way he came?

Fortunately, he met a boy who was leaning against the side of the road on the phone, kicking the rocks on the side of the road with his toes.

said that it was a boy, who grew tall, and was about to catch up with him.

The misanthropy reached out and patted him on the shoulder,

"Brother, can you borrow a mobile phone to make a call?"

"scared me."

Si Xiaoxiao was talking on the phone with his fox friend and dog, saying how he lived in such a remote place,

This hellish place looks terrible, and someone suddenly pats him on the shoulder,

He jumped to his feet and glanced back at the man, only to see a man with his upper body naked.

The corners of his lips twitched, as if he were looking at a nervous disorder.

"A pervert who doesn't wear clothes in the middle of the night and likes to sexually harass innocent girls?"

Misanthropy: "......"

The corners of the world-weary lips pulled out a sneer faintly,

"You really look up to innocent girls."

What innocent girl can be worthy of his world-weary harassment?

Scold.

Si smiled and looked at him suspiciously,

There were some large and small bruises on his naked body.

Tut-tut,

This non-mainstream hair, at first glance, is a member of the funeral family around here,

It's not ugly, but it's a pity that his brain is not good.

"So it's an innocent boy? I can't see how good you are. ”

This man is amazing.

The misanthropy looked at him a little speechlessly, a little brat.

"Yes, I'm just an innocent boy, just like you, don't you panic?"

"your nerves."

"Misanthropy."

Two voices rang out at the same time.

The voice of the boy in front of him was automatically filtered in his misanthropic mind, leaving only a refreshing and indifferent voice.

Groove ???

I don't want to go back to my misanthropic head, and I'm too embarrassed to look like this.

Qingliu frowned, this person is really misanthropic?

Looking at this back, it really looks like a pervert.

Actually, no clothes.

Qingliu frowned, a little not quite believing what he had just heard.

Like innocent boys?

A boy who is misanthropic and likes?

Still is...... His gaze fell on the boy across from the misanthropic side.

It's very delicate and beautiful, through the hazy moonlight, you can see a faint appearance, and it looks a little like ...... Jojo?

"Don't look at me, I'm not in league with this pervert."

Si smiled politely at the misanthropic smile, "Your innocent young man is here, just look at the main master, I'll withdraw first." ”

Misanthropy: "......??? ”

Go to the Lord of Nima.

After Si smiled and ran, Qingliu greeted the faint moonlight, and only his slender figure could be seen.

He took two steps forward, and said in a helpless voice,

"Get dressed, I'll call a car back."

The misanthropy snorted.

Rip off the clothes off his shoulders.

Qingliu walked in, his eyes fell on his body, and his steps paused.

He reached out and pulled him over, into the moonlight.

The misanthropy was pulled by him to the wound, and he couldn't help but hiss.

"What are you doing? It hurts Lao Tzu to death. ”

This time it really hurts, and Qingliu's hand strength is still great.

The misanthropy was a little unhappy, and I heard his voice also glowing with a slight coldness,

"Who hit it?"

The world-weary raised his eyes and saw that the young man in front of him was wearing the cleanest shirt, clean and unstained with dust, but his eyes were dark and deep, melting with a cloud of black ink.