Chapter 12:

Chapter 12
It was very cold, and the snow outside was still not seen. I saw through the large floor-to-ceiling windows that I could see the wind rolling with snowflakes. He knows a warm water bag to warm the stomach and hands, and writes a text in the nest chair.
"Your medicine is still in my car. Will I send you your home after work?"
He knows a smile and returns: "No, I will get it back tomorrow."
It didn't take long for me to reply: "I didn't pick up some calls from you yesterday. Is it convenient to answer the phone now?"
He knows that the book is a bitter smile, think about it or forget it: "I will go tomorrow, what will I say?"
Ai Ziyu didn't give him any more news. He Zhishu watched the news. It didn't take long for him to feel exhausted and put aside his phone.
Later, he was teased by Jiang Wenxu and held his nose and woke up. When he was confused, Jiang Wenxu was still awkward. He knows that the book is uncomfortable, and it is rare to reveal some of the look of Xu Jiao. This way, Jiang Wenxu has not seen it for three or four years.
Jiang Wenxu's heart was soft and soft. He touched the soft hair of He Zhishu. He just got tired but didn't want to give up.
He knows that his eyes are squinting. When he laughs, there is a very small dimple in his left cheek. His voice is soft and soft: "Jiang Ge...".
After so many years, Jiang Wenxu can say a standard Beijing film, and once the accent was lost, it was impossible to find it. Only the accent of He Zhishu is the same as his own. The reluctant ten years have not changed much. When the weak air is soft, it is a gentle and gentle water of the Jiangnan water town.
Jiang Wenxu groaned and looked at He Zhishu and fell asleep when he returned to God. He could only helplessly take the air-conditioning blanket and gently put it on the He Zhishu. He went back to the study and saw his cell phone vibrate over and over again on the desk. The caller ID was intoxicated when he was intoxicated.
Jiang Wenxu is not playing for a long time outside. At the beginning, it was right to play on the spot. He was a man who was unmarried and handsome, even if he didn’t find someone and didn’t miss it. Later, I discovered that wildflowers also have the scent of wildflowers. There is always the benefit of the right palace. He knows that it is good, but the bed can't be opened. It can't always satisfy Jiang Wenxu's bad thoughts that he always wants to go to bed with his hands. He is reluctant to be so interested in the knowledge of the book, no matter how much worse, people outside will always be happy.
Derailment will become a habit. At the first time, you will be uneasy and fearful. After going home after stealing, you can't wait to treat your lover as Lafayette to cover up your inner fears. But after a long time, the burden is getting smaller and smaller until it disappears completely. At the beginning, I will try my best to cover up the excuses. I also thought that one day, after the Hezhishu found out that two people had a fight, he held himself firmly and he was worried about it. But then Jiang Wenxu discovered that He Zhishu was for him. The outside thing is silent and unrecognizable. I don’t know what is boring, but I’m just playing outside.
But now Jiang Wenxu suddenly feels the kind of tension at the beginning. The strong instinct makes Jiang Wenxu think that the attitude of He Zhishu is mixed with something that is very hard. But the paradox is that He Zhishu looks as if it is unconsciously vulnerable to disappear as soon as possible.
He knows that strangers don't like strangers to come to their own homes, so the housework has been his own cooking. This morning, He Zhishu was really uncomfortable. The sheets last night were just thrown in the laundry and still not washed. Jiang Wenxu saw that there seemed to be a little bit of blood on the top, and he couldn’t help but panic.
Jiang Wenxu knows that He Zhishu is afraid of pain. He Zhishu is not fragile. He is only a special system. It is easy to stay and can't stand the bump. Jiang Wenxu clearly remembers that the first time he pressed He Zhishu under his body, He Zhishu’s pain had been trembled, but the sly rebellion and resistance were not seen. The child’s black and bright eyes seemed to be clear. The spring, a circle of sputum, He Zhishu gently gasps and chokes and said: "Jiang Ge, you will be good to me later...".
Jiang Wenxu’s heart was unprepared for a pain.