Chapter 62:

Yan Qiu's teeth were not closed, so he was deceived.
However, the subconscious back movement was too large, and the elbow accidentally knocked down the popcorn bucket placed on the armrest, but neither of them thought about it.
The dark environment is suitable for kissing, and was pressed against the seat back, Yan Qiu thought that no one could see it, he was comfortable with him, and he simply lifted his face to face him, and released the teeth to facilitate He kissed deeply.
After splitting his lips, Yan Qiu saw the man's eyes full of soft smiles. Ji Xinglan also supported his head with both hands, pushed Yan Qiu's hair behind his ear, patted his face, and smiled: "Why are you so good today."
Yan Qiu was afraid that someone in front of him would hear it, reached over his mouth, lowered his voice and said awkwardly, "Hush, don't let anyone see it."
But the man smiled, took his hand down, kissed it on his lips, and deliberately approached his ear and said, "There is an infrared night vision camera in the projection room."
Hearing this, Yan Qiu's pupils shrank slightly.
He thought that the dark paint in the screening room was invisible, and he dared to take the initiative once, but he did not expect that what they had just done was actually captured by the camera.
It is a model of uncivilized behavior in a movie theater!
Yan Qiu's face was even redder, but the man turned back casually, straightened the popcorn bucket that was almost half sprinkled, and took a grain and threw it into his mouth.
In the second half of the movie, Qiu Hunhun didn't read anything, but only knew the temperature of Ji Xinglan's forearm.
He didn't do anything, but Yan Qiu Ergen's blush not only did not dissipate, but felt hotter and hotter.
I don't know whether it was because he drank a little wine or because he was bashful, and his cheeks were hot.
Yan Qiu had to secretly blame it on the high temperature of the air conditioner in the movie theater.
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When the movie was over, it was more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the shopping malls below the cinema were closed, with only a few lights on.
On the way home, Yan Qiu pulled all the windows down to ventilate.
At night, the road was sparsely populated, and Ji Xinglan drove the car quickly. The cool night breeze poured in from the car window, blowing all over the face, cool and comfortable.
Yan Qiu touched the cheek where the temperature returned to normal, and then relaxedly leaned back on the chair and took out the terminal to give Xie Yu a message.
He stared at the unread message two hours ago on the screen and frowned.
"Daddy, to be honest, is the surname Ji forced you to wear today?" Xie Yu asked him carefully.
"..."
what? Which one did Ji Xinglan force him to wear?
Yan Qiu's face blushed and he understood it almost instantly.
Xie Yu was surprised at the pink pants that were not straight.
Yan Qiu said in his heart that this would not work. Xie Yu wouldn't be surprised if he saw his pink rabbit ear slippers and cartoon pajamas.
But Yan Qiu was embarrassed to admit that he was willing to wear such cute pants. But if this pot is thrown on Ji Xinglan's head, it is hard to guarantee that Xie Yu will not be angry and fight with him again.
Weighing the pros and cons, Yan Qiu had to bear the humiliation and said, "Yes ... I wear it myself, don't say it."
Even if you look cute, it is known that he wears such cute pants, so this big brother doesn't need to be.
Xie Yu quickly saw his news, and even boasted his legs arrogantly, exaggerating him: "It's pretty, I said that the surname Ji did not have this taste."
"..."
Does he say that brother has this taste?
Once Yan Qiu admitted to wearing it voluntarily, Xie Yu stopped asking about it, fearing to hurt his fragile self-esteem and causing secondary damage to his traumatized heart because of his change.
Not only did he not ask, Xie Yu also changed the topic to make him happy.
Yan Qiu couldn't help crying at the silly boy, coaxed him a few words, and finally rubbed his tired eyes and put down the terminal.
Everything outside the window was quiet, leaning against the back of the chair blowing a cool night breeze, Yan Qiu couldn't help but feel a little sleepy, and simply closed his eyes and rested on the back of the chair.
After Ji Xinglan parked his car in the garage, he saw a little guy who had slept in the co-pilot's seat. He didn't wake up after all the bumps and drooled.
Ji Xinglan watched him silently for a while, but he was not willing to wake up Qiu, and carefully cradled him upstairs in his arms.
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Yan Qiu originally wanted to rest for a while with his eyes closed, but didn't expect this feeling to be heavier than he thought.
Lying on the bed, he dreamed dreamily.
It was only the night of the two of them, still in that beautiful color, full of mosaics.
In his sleep, Yan Qiu felt that he was hot all over, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't help but grabbed his hands. Without touching the person, he grabbed a pillow and kicked off Ji Xinglan to give him a good quilt.
Waiting for Qiu to wake up suddenly, it was more than twelve when he opened his eyes. There was a pillow under him.
Yan Qiu consciously returned to the cage, throwing the pillow out of embarrassment, and touched it aside, without touching anything, and the bed was empty.
He didn't find the person he was thinking about. He sat up quickly and looked at it, and the whole room was empty alone.
Where did Ji Xinglan go, he didn't want to sleep with him.
Yan Qiu slowly sat up with his lips, holding his dizzy head with his hands, and took a cup of water from the head of the bed and drank up.
He was dizzy and wondered what was happening now, only remembering that he seemed to be asleep in the car.
After drinking most of the water, he put down the glass, reached for his clothes from the head of the bed, reached out the terminal and sent a message to Ji Xinglan.
Yan Qiu was not sure where Ji Xinglan had gone. He touched his hot forehead and weighed his next line: "I seem to have a fever."
"I'm downstairs, my mom just left," Ji Xinglan quickly replied, "Don't lock the door, I'm here."
Yan Qiu blushed about what was going on in the bed and threw out the pink pants that were already dirty.
Yan Qiu knew what was wrong with him, his cheeks and neck were hot, and the hunger for pheromones drowned him from the moment he opened his eyes.
He hesitated for a while, but he still didn't go to the closet to get new underwear. He just tightened the quilt and knocked such a line on the dialog with some embarrassment.
"Hurry up."