Half-baked

"..."
"Tell me," he asked kindly, "Do you want to rob me of my money or do you want to rob me of my body?"

"..." His hands were very honest and his voice reminded everyone, "Just think about the police station ahead. If someone robs someone of their money and rapes them, justice will come immediately."
"What?" He said that he saw that the other party had no sense of frustration, and he also retreated. He asked in a leisurely tone, "Then why did the police arrest someone who raped his child last night?"

"Kissing should be illegal." How could his subordinates have the confidence?

It is said that when you see someone's brows slightly raised, it seems like a silent laugh is coming from home.
The conversation was so funny that the hands were more secure. He licked his lips and pretended that the conversation just happened. He ignored it and looked at the person in a calm voice, "Why would you think about that?"
When he looked at someone with a meaningful look, his tone was playful, "What are you talking about? I'm a stalker. I want to follow you home. I want to break into your house and rob you. It all depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I'll rob you."

"It's good to buy things at home." He was speechless and wanted to talk to someone, "When will it arrive?"
"How long will it rain?"
"Good Changhe?"
"Stop thinking about your doorstep."
Then he whispered, "Let's go."

After saying this, he put away his phone, walked forward, and put his hands down at his sides.
After taking a few steps down, I heard footsteps behind me, and a familiar scent was faintly wafting through the air.

All the hands that came to my eyes were dressed in suits: mature men with a sense of calmness.
I tried to hold it back now, but it seemed to be right in front of me.
Then, to my great luck, I was caught red-handed by someone who was accused of looking at me: "If you want to look, just look. Why are you sneaking around like that?"

His expression paused slightly, and with the help of the bright lights around him, he quickly suppressed his emotions, licked his lips from time to time, and warned everyone righteously: "Stay away."

"Come far enough." When he said that, his Adam's apple rolled and he thought about holding hands.
The distance between them was so far that they didn't even want to hold hands.
"..."

If you want to see someone with your hands hanging down at your side, then lower your head and let your eyes move downward. When they walk, their hands will shake slightly.
She seemed to be bewitched by the words just now, and her mind was filled with the three words "hold hands".

Do you want to hold hands?
Would it be nice to meet each other?
but--
Which home is good?
We kissed last night, and kissing is much bolder than holding hands.

Well, let’s hold hands, and then what should we do?

Suddenly, one feels as if the back of the hand and fingertips are not there: the sense of touch.
To the next and to the next:.
If you encounter it, leave quickly.
Like trying to test.

They all tilted their heads to look at their hands. Because of nervousness, their lips were tightly pursed and their eyelashes trembled in panic.

Down to seconds.
His hands and body were slightly stiff.

The street lights stretched their shadows, from high to low: two shadows, arms pressed together, and then down, from big to small: two hands, clasped together.

After a moment, he tightened his palms, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked to the other side.
When they saw this, they clenched their palms, interlocked their fingers, and lowered their heads. When they saw this, they couldn't hide their smiles. Then, their mouths curved into an arc of joy.

……

The neighborhood is very lively, with snack stalls lined up on both sides of the road.
There was a hustle and bustle of people, and I was walking among them, and I asked them from time to time: "Would you like to have dinner?"
"Get off." The man said, "I ordered takeout and I want to go to the car."
"what?"
When it comes to judging people, the answer is simple: "Go to a good home to eat."
They looked at each other for a few seconds, then silently withdrew their eyes and hummed softly.

The closer we got to the house, the quieter it became. The voices gradually faded away, leaving only the rhythmic footsteps of two people.

Talking about people: when the car stops at the entrance of the apartment building, they open the car door and take out a takeaway bag from inside.
Because it's transparent, you can't see the things inside clearly. You can only vaguely see that it is filled with layers of takeout boxes.

After getting the takeaway, the two went upstairs.
After entering the house, put down the things in your hands and go into the kitchen.

It is said that when you look at a person standing in front of the entrance, you can see everything inside the house.
From the room to the living room to the bathroom: the house type, furniture and appliances are all available, the room is decorated with silk and is very clean.

To be precise, the words mean "see what happens if someone comes for the third time".
The first time, was the day when we signed the rental contract.
The second time, on the day of moving, someone brought a suitcase and said: Bring your things over.

At that time, everyone asked: "After so many years in college, you only got a suitcase home: do you have any stuff?"
What kind of hand: The tone is relaxed, as if he wants to joke: "Is it okay to have less luggage? If you get tired of living here one day, you can move in immediately. It's so quick."

Shi: There is very little luggage.
Even if you have lived in this house for five years, there are still too many things that belong to the owner.
What's the difference between hiring someone to renovate the house and then hiring someone to do it?

After a while, Moshou came out of the kitchen and saw that the waiter was already sitting at the dining table, about to put the food on the table. Moshou took a water cup in his hand, and after the waiter put down the takeaway box, he took the water cup from the waiter's hand, drank a sip of water, and then said, "Let's have dinner."

In order to make the room too quiet, I always turn on the TV when I eat.
When watching TV, you have to think hard about the plot before and after, and just click on a variety show. The host and the guests are chatting happily, watching people eating face to face.

After a short silence, I suppressed my curiosity and asked, "What did you talk about with Aunt Cheng this morning?"
When talking about people: "When talking about people, it is good to think about it."
Hearing the words, he stopped moving his hands, lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Hmm."

"What do you mean by 'hmm'?" He said, looking at people laughing. "Why, are you planning to break up with me again?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

At this time, the host of the variety show picked up the microphone and asked, "So I really want to be the woman in the role in the drama who wants to marry into a wealthy family by relying on her son's fame?"
∪ But the heroine in this story came up with this idea: relying on the expensive words, the hero in this story proposed: I think if this happens, my parents will agree to their marriage. "

"..."

My pupils were trembling with the sound, and I quickly picked up the remote control and turned the TV volume to the lowest level.
In a panic, the TV volume increased instead of decreasing. A clear female voice filled the quiet room: "The girl and the male protagonist were lovers in school, but the male protagonist's mother, and the future mother-in-law, have never been satisfied, so the two can only pretend to break up, but secretly talk about their love."

"..."
I glanced at the person unintentionally and saw that his eyes were deep, dark, and seemed to be thinking about something.
So he quickly turned off the TV.

After that, the room fell completely silent.

At that time, his expression was too natural, he smiled and said in a dry voice: "It's too noisy, so I turned off the TV."
Said looking at people with a half-smile raised his eyebrows: "I'm bored at ordinary times, so I miss home to see the words and plant things?"

"Just click on it:." He put his hand on his scalp.
"Then look at it less in the future," he said when he saw someone he liked, his tone was very serious, and he suddenly changed the subject, "I'm glad that the buyer is satisfied, and the buyer also agrees."
"..." The player was a little confused, "Well, what did you just say, do you agree with it?"

"It's good to cheat." He said to the man, "The emperor has always been in charge of the affairs of the children, let alone the children themselves."

When his subordinates responded, he picked up the chopsticks again, took a few bites of rice, and asked: "Aunt Cheng, do you agree?"
"Next home." Seeing that the other party had ignored the dispute with Cheng Songyue, he said lightly, "If your mother really objects, how can you expect her to be honored by her son?"
"I don't want to." The man refused decisively, "You are the only one who can do such a thing."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do that kind of thing." He said in a long, lazy tone, "Let's do something together, secretly fall in love."
"..."
"My mother also said that she felt she was still young and wanted to be a grandmother."
"..."
Then just pretend to be dead and don't make a sound.

After dinner, adhering to the principle of fairness, the man who brought takeaway food, cleaned up the takeaway boxes immediately. When he was cleaning up, the man got up and sat on the sofa, with a casual and disrespectful attitude, as if he had taken over the host's position.
No matter what the subordinates say, after all, everything in the house is bought in. At least they can be considered "half the owner".

After cleaning up, I opened the refrigerator and washed out a plate of strawberries.

The man was half-lying on the sofa, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his collarbone. He only looked at her for three seconds, then quickly looked away. He put the strawberries on the tea table and said in a steady tone, "Eat some strawberries."
"Let's eat later." They all said lazily.

"..."

In private, I am not good at socializing with the opposite sex. To be honest, my experience of getting along with the opposite sex is all about looking at people. But when we got along in private before, it was all sticky and lovey-dovey. Suddenly, it seems like the two of us keeping a polite distance in a confined space like now, like going back to high school.

When I was a high school student: When it comes to judging people, for me, there is a kind of romance: the flower of the high mountain.
I always look up at Du, but also because of the difference in voice position between us, I am always cautious when I am in the same room with Du.

Although I am thinking about home now, I feel inexplicably nervous.
He put a strawberry into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and searched for topics in his mind slowly.
After a while, Shi asked, "When are you leaving?"

Hearing this, the man sneered, "You've been wanting to talk for so long, and now you can only say one sentence?"
I still want to urge them to leave.
Even two buttons of his clothes were undone, and his meaning was obvious? Why did he rush to leave?
He said, "What hand?"
I don't know how many times I've been called by my full name. Besides being nervous, I also feel a kind of unknown fear. At the same time, I turned my head and tried to calmly correct my bad habit: "Can you please call my name? It's scary to be called by the teacher to answer a question when you are distracted in class."

Said he was very easy to talk to: "Okay."
Then you can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to hear me say 'baby'?" He said calmly, with a casual tone, sounding particularly annoying. "Why don't you just say it directly? You have to hint at it."
"..."

I have explained the whole process very clearly, so why are you trying to hint at it?
After two seconds of silence, he looked at the man with a slightly provocative look and said softly, "Is it easy to say here? When I was with others, I just wanted to call you 'baby', but now I want to call you 'baby'. They say that every word a man says after drinking is a lie."

It's funny to say that people feel Di Lutang is a little funny: "Who are they?"
Then he said vaguely: "Just, netizens on the Internet: comments."
Talk about watching people: "What else do netizens have to say?"
She pursed her lips with her hands, "Get down."

"What do netizens say? We should keep a distance from the opposite sex, and we should not invite the opposite sex to our home casually?"

"Because I went to my house to spend the night last night, now I think it's time to reciprocate." Thinking that I'll come to your house tonight, why don't I take the initiative to sever ties with you? I said righteously, "I'll take the initiative to come to your house: I didn't invite you to come."

"Well, reciprocity—" It seemed that the other person only heard these words, "Zi, you are handsome and have a good figure. You generously lent me clothes and let me stay at your house. Last night, I hugged you for a long time and let me touch your abdominal muscles. When I touched your abdominal muscles last night, how can you say reciprocity?"

"Whose son?" Mo Shou was speechless. "I hugged him last night: my neck, and I touched him randomly."

"What do you want to hug my neck now?" The man said again, "After all, it's courtesy."

"..." He stared at her hand for a few seconds. After a moment, he sat up straight. "Come on, sit on my lap like you did last night, and then shed a few more tears."
When he said this, he looked nonchalant, as if he didn't care what the person said.

Last night: sitting posture, I still remember it clearly, legs spread, sitting astride someone's lap. Typical body type: hanger-like, narrow waist with broad shoulders, small frame, wanting to be hugged tightly. In the early hours of last night, the posture was extremely charming and ambiguous, and it also had a little bit of the meaning of a domineering boss and a little wife.

Knowing that people would never tolerate her becoming a spoiled wife, she said generously, "Okay, I'll do it, too——"
The three words "xia guanxi" were replaced by a short sound: a cry.

In a flash, someone is bullying you and is trying to put his hand in front of you.
When sitting on the edge of the sofa, almost the whole body is embedded in the joint of the sofa. In front of me, I see people supporting themselves with one hand on the armrest of the sofa and covering their mouth with the other hand.

Our eyes met, and I smelled a familiar, cool fragrance.

Every movement of my hands, even my blinking, became very slow.
When she saw someone staring at her, her Adam's apple rolled and she said in a dark voice, "Baby, I know, I need you to hold me tightly around your neck. When the time comes, I'll cry, but I can't help it."

(End of this chapter)