Chapter 63: Start reading

"I really ... have been living up to you?" Wei Qian thought to himself.
But except for Wei Zhiyuan's anxious anger that night, Wei Qian did not remember that he had expressed some negative emotions.
Wei Zhiyuan pulled the pillow that Wei Qian caught and turned back to Ma Chunming's bed. He said lightly, "My brother is not like that."
Ma Chunming and Wei Qian asked in unison: "How do you know?"
Wei Qian regretted after speaking, and stared at Ma Chunming who did not know why.
Wei Weiyuan smiled: "People who are indifferent take a picture and are not flattering."
As Ma Chunming's temperament did not slip, his eyes leaked, he could not observe that Wei Qian's ears became red after listening to this sentence, and he was still stupid and naive to ask Wei Zhiyuan: "Really?"
After saying that, he carefully recalled the looks of his wife, but he thought she was very beautiful. Although she was sad when she thought about it, she didn't see where she brought the "unpleasant" look.
Ma Chunming asked Wei Zhiyuan very seriously: "Will you look at me? Can you give me a glance? Am I unlucky in my life?"
However, Wei Zhiyuan glimpsed Wei Qian's expression, his smile was stronger and he flirted sincerely ... No, comforting Dr. Ma said, "No, you just arrived late, and you were in a hurry before, so you met a rotten peach blossom and a red star It has not yet run to the main palace. "
"What?" Ma Chunming said incredulously, "I have more than thirty people running around, and haven't arrived at the main palace? Then what star's revolution speed is too slow."
Wei Wei chimed in coolly and said, "It's all you paint turtles."
Ma Chunming listened, as he straightened his opponent's waist, and then made the only few reliable responses with the only few wit in his life: "It makes sense that you also love to draw turtles, You are bachelor. "
Wei Weiqian: "..."
He really wanted to desperately kill Dr. Ma, but before he could put it into practice, there were new visitors in the ward-Xiao Fei and Ma Chunming's assistant came to see him on behalf of colleagues.
Ma Chunming's assistant is a little girl who has just joined the company for less than two years. They all call her Mengmeng, Qi Liu Hai with big eyes, a dimple with a smile, and a little stranger. He brings a broken notebook all day, like a little eunuch. Let her make the minutes of the meeting, and even if a few people bark their teeth and fart after the meeting, she will be able to write down the words without a word.
The small meeting book is full of dark history of company executives ...
The two girls also brought gifts in large bags.
Xi Weizhiyuan hurried out to help them move in, and put a large box of milk on Ma Chunming's bedside, with fresh fruits and snacks on it, like a picnic at the hospital.
Mengmeng said nicely, "We picked high calcium for this milk, which is good for the horse's legs."
Sister Wu Xiaofei then added: "Yes, it also helps adults wean as soon as possible."
Wei Qian knew that Mengmeng and their newcomers were a little scared of themselves, so they stayed shortly and turned around to greet Wei Zhiyuan. The two left the inpatient department, went downstairs, and reached the threshold. Wei Qian naturally supported Wei Zhiyuan Waist, remind him to pay attention to his feet in this intimate way.
Wei Weiyuan stopped the car abruptly and turned back in disbelief.
When Wei Qian was with him, he was always in the first-level combat readiness, as if in his eyes, from the Transformers who could casually carry the back of his neck and fall into the mud, and also could not fall, he became one because of a look, In a word, sister Lin can be depressed.
Every time Wei Zhiyuan touched Wei Qian, he felt that his brother was like a quasi-martyr sitting next to a mercury rod bomb—he was nervous, but Dayi couldn't bear to escape.
Wei Qian saw him turn back, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"
Wei Weiyuan didn't want to waste a second. He took his hand, dragged him into the parking lot, and pushed him into the car.
Wei Qian was dragged hard by him, and he felt a cold breeze. That's it. The key two people ran all the way at the hospital door, just like they had just escaped from psychiatry.
He coughed a few times, and some panting asked, "Is there a place in the car to give birth?"
Wei Zhiyuan said in a dream-like tone that he had just hit five million, "Did you ... did you just hit me?"
Wei Weiqian: "..."
He really didn't mean that, but when one's attention began to focus on another person, and he tried his best to express some tenderness, he would make those actions subconsciously.
However, Wei Qian could hear the joy and excitement in Wei Zhiyuan's voice, and of course he knew why he was so excited.
He thought back, when he was as big as Wei Zhiyuan, could he be as insulting and regretful as a man or something like him?
Wei Qian felt that he couldn't.
So he let Wei Zhiyuan hold on to this little misunderstanding, without explanation, but the uncle just fine-tuned his seat backwards and squinted at the people next to him: "Why, you need to collect money for a moment. The ones who bought raisins at the door let you try both. "
Wei Weiyuan stared at him with a scorching gaze like a high-temperature oven: "Eat whatever you want, eat as much as you want."
Wei Qian always thinks that he is not a serious person from the bones, because things are gathered together, and you can see it by looking at the goods around him, but he can't stop Wei Zhiyuan. This set of things-if the good family women also have ranks, this kid After returning to the world of wicked old overseas society, it is clear that it has reached the level of professional nine.
Immediately, he felt that there was something wrong with this idea.
"Is there any reason to use his brother as a good woman to make fun of?" Wei Qian thought wonderingly, "Fuck, Han Xinru has cultivated such a shameless thing, what do you read in the book?"
As Wei Zhiyuan kept harassing him with naked eyes along the way, Wei Qian had to manually press his face to the other side every time waiting for a traffic light.
He finally returned home in fright, and Wei Qian said angrily: "If you do this again, you can roll back and sit back. Primary school students know that they don't disturb the driver for traffic safety ..."
Wei Weiyuan aggrieved and said, "But I didn't even say a word, can't I just look at it?"
Wei Qian was speechless for a moment, then sighed, raised his hand to 蹭蹭 之 之 远 's chin, and said in his most gentle voice, "Let me try first, okay?"
He has been bumpy for half his life. He has never tried to love someone. He doesn't even know where to start and how important to follow.
Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his hand: "If there are one hundred steps and you have the sentence, I have to climb over the remaining ninety-nine steps ... brother, in fact, I am much cheaper than Dr. Ma."
Wei Qian suddenly converged on all the previous looks, and his eyes sank. Like many years ago, when he asked Xiaoyuan, who was only then his waist was high, he asked the same question again: "Is it right for you it is good?"
After a few years, the little boy who just shook his head grew up and talked.
This time, Wei Zhiyuan rubbed his fingertips and said softly, "No second person in the world hurts me this much."
Wei Qian has no emotions on his face, but after listening to this sentence, he quietly asked him, "I have hurt you for so many years, just to make you mean?"
After he said it, he pulled back his hand, gave a pinch, and struck Wei Zhiyuan's forehead heavily, commenting on a dull soft noise: "Watermelon is ripe."
Then he unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.
Wei Zhiyuan lingered for a long time before turning around the words in the words that turned around a thousand times, and the nose couldn't help sour.
Dinner was getting up quickly. Alex was going to work in another place. Xiaobao was ready to accompany him out to eat. Who knew that the news webcast had just started and she came in.
Wei Weiyuan gave her a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and asked, "Why did you leave your friend alone?"
Wu Xiaobao hummed angrily, "Before passing the bar street door, before he entered, he was hooked up by a foreign man who couldn't understand."
Wei Qian, who was next to him, put down the tea cup quite unexpectedly: "What? I think the two of you have come very close and thought he was your boyfriend."
Xiao Xiaobao jumped three feet high: "Protest! Brother, this is a great insult to my personality and IQ!"
"Come on, which of these two things do you have?" Wei Qian first gave her a white look, then sighed, and murmured, "It would be great if it wasn't. I also thought that the young man was unreliable."
"It's more than reliable, he's ..." Song Xiaobao hadn't finished speaking yet, and the phone came.
Alex was a little drunk over there and asked, "Li Li, did I leave something in your bag?"
He goes out without a bag, and usually puts his money and mobile phone in his pocket. If there are other things, he will put them in Xiaobao's bag.
Song Xiaobao went to the bag she had thrown on the sofa and asked, "What?"
Alex said in unknown language: "Ah ... what, then, show me anyway."
At that time, Wei Qian's attention had already shifted to the TV. Suddenly, a high-decibel scream sounded like a thunderbolt in his ear. He heard Xiaobao screamed, and snarled at the person on the other end of the phone: "Are you a shameless man, I your uncle, how dare you tuck my case and lubricant into my bag!"
谦 Wei Qian took a sip of hot water without warning and began a round of coughing heartbreak.
Song Xiaobao then realized what she called out under the ears of her brother, and suddenly felt that the whole person was two hundred and five, and had to hurriedly end this unruly conversation: "I will buy another one, and I will not give you Send, how did your agent endure you? If I had, I would have peeled and cooked you. "
Before she hung up the phone, Wei Qian also heard Alex's arrogant laugh on the phone, which was mixed with the sentence: "I can change my career to be an accountant for the cat food factory. The cat food factory owner contacted me last time!"
Song Xiaobao desperately wanted to dispose of something under the eyes of the two brothers, but Wei Zhiyuan was always staring at the small box and small bottle that had not had time to unpack, and she was distracted before she grabbed it and wanted to throw it in the trash can. Wei Zhiyuan, who was not at home, couldn't help but say, "Hey, that ..."
After the words disappeared, he turned back and immediately regretted it. The hands under the table turned the bead on the wrist like a gyro, which almost became an afterimage. He felt guilty and defeated him so easily.
What's more embarrassing is that after hearing, Xiaobao seemed to "understand" something, hesitated a moment, she slowly put the things to be thrown back onto the table, and then she pouted and pushed carefully in front of Wei Zhiyuan. Pushed.
Song Xiaobao held up the porridge bowl and kept the standing posture. With Wu Song's "three bowls but not post" posture, the two poured the lean meat porridge so that it didn't hang to death. She leaned against the wall to the kitchen and flew on all fours. I washed the chopsticks, and came back in a small step next to the wall. I didn't dare to lift my head and went back to my house silently.
以 She said in a series of body language, at this moment silently, "You can do it yourself, when I don't exist."
The rest of Wei Zhiyuan and Wei Qian face each other. On the table in the middle, there are these two small things with a sense of existence. On the TV, the title song of the weather forecast sounds leisurely ...
After a while, Wei Qian quickly looked away, pretending that she hadn't seen anything, seriously studied the Sudoku and riddle pages of the Evening News, and even seemed suddenly interested in the mentally handicapped reasoning game.
After a series of rigorous ideological struggles, Wei Zhiyuan's bead turned into a propeller failed to keep his thoughts running all the way in the direction of cricket, so others secretly stole the things on the table and installed them. In your pocket.
Wei Qian was sitting in the living room like a needle felt. Before long, he made an excuse and returned to his room.
打开 He turned on the computer in front of his desk, opened the browser solemnly, hesitated, and finally, in the search bar of Baidu, he searched earnestly for such ridiculous questions as "how to find porn".
Later, Wei Qian began to analyze all kinds of complicated information as if doing market research, but most of the online addresses found have been masked. Obvious yellow websites or unknown download addresses always feel that there are viruses in them. Not dare to go in casually.
Wei Qian, who didn't know what "bad things" he wanted to do, was like this, and on this issue seriously compared with the major search engines overnight.
Who knew it hadn't worked out yet, and suddenly his door was opened from the outside.
谦 Wei Qian stunned his hands and quickly tried to close the search page. No one knew what had been accidentally clicked into. A strange sound immediately came out of the speaker, and his hair was exploded.
Wei Weiyuan stood at the door and raised the apple and fruit knife in his hands, "I just want to ask if you want to eat ..."
Wei Weiqian: "..."
Of course, what he felt most wronged was that there was nothing on the screen. The motion just now was the background sound when the website was opened!
Wei Zhiyuan poked for a few seconds at the door, thinking about whether he was a saint or a mortal. In a blink of an eye, the sawn "sage man" was beaten into a pile of dregs by "mortal man"-he decisively cut the fruit knife Both Apple and Apple were left, flashed sideways into Wei Qian's room, and locked the door with their hands.
A "click" sounded as if a string would break at any time in the room, nervous enough to choke.
But then, the choking string loosened-Wei Zhiyuan glimpsed the search results of Wei Qianmanping and the inexplicable injustice on that face, and he couldn't help but laughed directly from the table under the table, and was finally Wei Qianyi He kicked his feet out: "Smiling."
Wei Zhiyuan leaned on the table leg and sat on the floor, rubbing the tears from his eyes and laughing: "Brother, I have two Gs in my mobile hard disk. The password is the complete spell of your name, do you want it? Copy it to you . "
There is no word in this sentence, but Wei Qian feels that he can find several reasons to clean up Wei Zhiyuan's meal, but when all these reasons are piled up, it seems to have produced a "negative" result It was difficult for Wei Qian to come up with a picture in his mind. Wei Zhiyuan was sitting alone in the room, knocking down his name, and ...
"Brother."
While he was still in the chaos, Wei Zhiyuan didn't know when to stop the laughter. Wei Zhiyuan tentatively grabbed Wei Qian's ankle, easily lifted a thin layer of trouser legs, and lifted Wei Modest legs.
Wei Zhiyuan looked at Wei Qian and said softly, "I have to wait for me to get the film. Do you want a live version now?"
He said, holding up Wei Qian's bare feet, and slowly slumping on the side of Wei Qian's feet, suddenly lowered his head, and pecked at his instep.
Wei Qian retracted his foot like an electric shock: "Xiao Yuan!"
Wei Zhiyuan stood up, held his hands on the handle of his chair, and looked down at him, "Qianer, do you want to try?"
He put on the mild taste of the bath liquid, raised his hand and closed Wei Qian's computer, set his desk lamp to the darkest position, and gently opened Wei Qian's collar: "If you don't want it, it's like Just opened me up just now, okay? "
Wei Qian's face was dim in the dim light.
Yun Weiyuan's movements are extremely gentle, although his forehead has been sweating in the winter months. He has discovered that for some reason his brother is very resistant to overly intimate relationships and skin contact. "For some reason" he is unwilling to think about it, but he can guess a little.
He doesn't seem to make Wei Qian feel uncomfortable, so he keeps suppressing himself.
His ten feet of soft red dust was in the palm of his hand, and all ethereal or clear meditations were wiped out. He just wanted to drown himself in it.
Wei Qian whispered his name: "Xiao Yuan."
Wei Weiyuan was like a man who had gone mad suddenly, pulled him up, then wrapped his hands around his waist, and threw himself with him on the bed.
The soft bed made a hoarse, squealing sound.
Twenty years ago, the gate that had been closed to him was completely opened. Wei Qian closed his eyes as if he heard the sound of water flowing like a river.
He felt that something seemed to be slowly passing by in the whirlpool of desire, and a new rapid was ignited in the still blood vessels.
Without Wei Zhiyuan ...
He will never learn to be cynical like Alex in his whole life, at least he can't do anything to leave his company and turn to the cat food factory as an accountant.
He can't learn to do what he likes like Ma Chunming, he doesn't even have a formed ideal that can be said.
The material abundance will hollow his spirit. After a few years, Xiaobao may become popular, or she may get married. No matter which way she goes, she will gradually leave him ...
There is no longer any need for him to bear heavy responsibilities all the time, and workaholics are desperate.
Jain was originally his end.
"I fuck, it hurts!" Wei Qian couldn't help but yell out in a different tone, "Can you lightly? Kill the pig!"
Hmm ... but I'm afraid not now.