little lover

"... Qiao Ye is here too? That's great. I didn't expect to meet you by such a coincidence. Last time I asked you to have a meal together. I haven't seen you since climbing the mountain, ha ha." The man held the bridge of his nose The lens showed a smile, and he was dressed in a gentle manner, looking like a gentle person. "Are you just waiting, why don't you go in and sit down with me first?"

Zhuo Yifan refused to leave, standing there straight, like a silver spear soaked in cold dew, raised his head and spoke with the arrogance of a young man: "No, I'm fine here."

Xie Chunkai also came here with a friend. When he first arrived, he saw Zhuo Yifan first. It must have been a long time since I saw him. I couldn't help but take a second look when I saw him again. He stepped forward and said a few words. Now I heard Zhuo Yifan He said he didn't leave, and wanted to continue to say something.

A car drove up and honked beside them.

Zhuo Yifan was taken aback by standing there. He was a little confused when he looked over with his head, but when he saw Han Qiaoye squinting his eyes in the car, he soon became happy again.

Xie Chunkai smiled and patted the child on the shoulder, then pointed to the car, waved his hand and left first.

Zhuo Yifan walked over with strides, opened the car door and sat down. He put on his seat belt first and said in a low voice, "Passengers in the front row should fasten their seat belts and obey the traffic rules."

Han Qiaoye was still looking at Xie Chunkai's back, and the boss asked him angrily, "What did Xie say to you there?"

It took Zhuo Yifan a while to realize that he was talking about Xie Chunkai, but he frowned again and refused to speak.The person surnamed Xie said a lot just now, what if he didn't remember a word?

Han Qiaoye waited for a while, then glanced at him and said, "He's been whispering to you for a long time, what are you talking about? Since when did you get along so well?"

Zhuo Yifan picked up what he could answer and said first, "It's okay." He thought for a while, and then added, "It's not that good."

Han Qiaoye narrowed his eyes and said, "You can't do this, everything has to be first come first, right?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "What?"

Han Qiaoye sneered and said, "Why do you jump in line with the surname Xie? After your master, Mr. Zhuo is the one who treats you best. After Mr. Zhuo, it's my turn. , Xie Chunkai stood there to talk to you, and you just said he was okay and smiled at him?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "Huh? Did I laugh?"

Han Qiaoye said: "Laugh, I saw it in the car!" In fact, he was so jealous that he deliberately said a few words, not to mention that he felt uncomfortable, and then asked him after reading over and over again: " Hey, what did Lao Xie tell you?"

Zhuo Yifan looked at the front and said without squinting: "He asked me to bet."

Han Qiaoye didn't want to give Zhuo Yifan any more personal space, so he immediately said, "I'm good at betting, what are you betting on? I'll help you." He wasn't bragging, Han Qiaoye had never lost a bet.

Zhuo Yifan grabbed the seat belt on his chest with one hand, and was still looking ahead, blinking his eyes with long eyelashes, his eyes were itchy, and he said in a low but clear voice: "Bet 50 yuan, look at me within a week Can I take you to bed?"

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Han Qiaoye pursed his lips and smiled. He looked at the child who was trying to maintain his composure and said the truth, and asked him, "Did Xie tell you this?"

Zhuo Yifan seriously lied: "Yes."

Han Qiaoye asked him, "Then what did you tell him?"

Zhuo Yifan turned his head to look at him and quickly turned his head away again, his ears turned red, but he said seriously: "I say yes."

Han Qiaoye was so teased by his little love words, while waiting for the red light, he took his hand and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "It won't take you a week, just raise your head and smile at me That's enough." Seeing that the child was dumbfounded for a moment, and then he was about to laugh, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him twice, this little mouth is too sweet, and he knows what to do when he's drunk The coaxed people ran away with him.

Zhuo Yifan followed back to Han Qiaoye's side. He was arrogant and straightforward in a slightly drunk state. Han Qiaoye was fascinated by him. The kid couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Yifan, take it easy, I won't run away..."

Zhuo Yifan sat straddling him, pressed his shoulder with one hand, touched his chest twice with the other hand, squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and said arrogantly as if he had won the ring: "You, don't move."

Han Qiaoye said, "Okay."

Satisfied, Zhuo Yifan began to take off his clothes slowly. With Han Qiaoye's meat pad on it, he folded it carefully, smoothed out the wrinkles, and put it aside. When he started to take off his pants, Han Qiaoye held him down. Han Qiaoye said, "Farewell, I'm not Liu Xiahui either, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle you like this."

Zhuo Yifan didn't care. Under Han Qiaoye's half-dissuasion and half-passive resistance, he still took off his clothes, and acted like a little knight with arrogance.

At any rate, Han Qiaoye remembered what the elder said, and didn't dare to really mess with him. He gritted his teeth and used his legs and hands to make do. Later, when he held the child in his arms, wrapped him in a quilt and rolled on the bed, he almost shot the gun several times. Han Qiaoye's eyes were bloodshot, and the child in his arms bared his teeth and claws at first, but after a while of comfort, he gradually became sleepy, and slowly fell asleep under the influence of alcohol.

Zhuo Yifan snored a little, sleeping unscrupulously, with his head on Han Qiaoye's chest, a pillow in his arms, and his two long legs kicking out of the quilt, occupying most of the bed by himself.

Han Qiaoye lay there looking up at the ceiling and calmed down for a while, and the child in his arms was fast asleep.He raised his arms slightly, hugged him and put him on the pillow, went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and woke up completely.

Han Qiaoye did not dare to go to the bedroom to sleep with him again, fearing that he would not be able to control himself, so he lay next door and slept for a while, but he didn't sleep well. The familiar temperature in his arms was missing at night, and he was always a little uneasy. Four in the morning Woke up at five o'clock, got up and went to take a look, Zhuo Yifan was holding the rolled up quilt in his arms, with one leg on it, sleeping very soundly.

Han Qiaoye laughed, "Why do you look like a child?" He tugged, but didn't. He just found him a thin blanket to put on his body, and tidied up the clothes on the floor. Zhuo Yifan's clothes were neatly folded. But they rolled around last night, and they all got on the floor.

He took the dirty clothes and threw them into the washing machine for washing, but took out a car key from Zhuo Yifan's jeans pocket, probably driven by the child himself yesterday.

Han Qiaoye didn't have anything to do when he got up early, so he just went to Gongti again and drove the car back for him.

There were few people and cars in the morning, so it wasn't hard to find. Han Qiaoye knew Zhuo Yifan's Porsche. After getting up, he looked up and saw a pendant hanging on the car. It was two cartoon villains, and a green one with an axe. The old man and a slightly smaller little warrior looked a bit old, and they should have been around for a while. When the car was driving, the two villains bumped into each other, making a slight noise.

Han Qiaoye stretched out his hand to help it, and felt the lettering on the back. Sure enough, there were two crooked words written on the back of the bearded old soldier holding an ax: Master.

It must have been quite early, Zhuo Yifan's handwriting was pretty ugly at the time, and he carved it stroke by stroke, and the more serious he looked, the more childish the handwriting was.

Han Qiaoye thought for a while, then took off the beads on his wrist and hung them up, watching them dangle together, and felt a little better.

He was fiddling with the beads there, and he didn't pay attention to the front. When he turned the direction, he didn't stabilize and hit a car on the side of the road that was about to turn. The car scratches.

Han Qiaoye hurriedly got out of the car and took a look. The car in front had a small dent in its buttocks, but it was quite firm. Zhuo Yifan's car was as delicate as others, and a large piece of paint was rubbed off, and the headlights were also damaged. .

The person in the car in front also got off, it was a girl, she looked quite young, she looked at him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Han Qiaoye said, "It's okay, I didn't pay attention, how are you?"

The girl shook her head, but her eyes were still staring at him, a little hesitant.

Han Qiaoye gave her the business card and said, "I am fully responsible, this is my business card..."

The girl held it in her hand, looked at it for a while, and suddenly smiled and said: "I said that it looked familiar just now, Brother Han, do you remember me? I am Wei Junwen."

How could Han Qiaoye know who she was? Right now, all he was thinking about was to fix his child's car first. If he knew that he had been rubbed against, he wouldn't know how to react. He was guilty, and smiled politely at Wei Junwen: "So It's an acquaintance, it's easier to deal with acquaintances, so how about Miss Wei, we each go to fix the car first, and I'll ask the assistant to contact you later?"

Wei Junwen said: "Does Brother Han know my phone number?"

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Wei Junwen smiled and said, "I'll read it to you, can you memorize it?"

Han Qiaoye could only take out his mobile phone to write down. When the girl approached her, she smelled of perfume, which was not too pungent, but a very soft floral and fruity aroma, as gentle and delicate as her.

Wei Junwen asked him to read it again, and waved to him after he was sure, and said with a smile: "Then I will wait for your call, Brother Han!"

Han Qiaoye nodded in agreement, got into the car and left immediately. This time he didn't dare to go home, so he went to the repair shop first.When he was playing with cars in his early years, he knew some stubborn owners who modified cars. The car would be repaired better and faster by them.

After a busy morning, he opened the door nervously after returning home. He thought he had to wake up Zhuo Yifan carefully to tell him, but what he smelled was the aroma of scallop and scallop porridge in the kitchen. Those two clothes he threw in the washing machine, and the sheets and his own shirt...

Zhuo Yifan came in from the balcony with his sleeves rolled up. He was wearing Han Qiaoye's pajamas, which were a little too big, and his trousers and cuffs were rolled up a little.Zhuo Yifan was still a little embarrassed when he saw him, scratched his face and said: "Then what, I didn't find my clothes, so I just put on a casual one, did I cause you trouble yesterday? I put all the dirty clothes and sheets After washing, the breakfast in the kitchen is almost ready, Brother Han, shall we eat together?"

Han Qiaoye was in a daze for a moment, then nodded, and when he sat down to eat with Zhuo Yifan, he remembered his guilty conscience.He coughed and said, "Yifan, I..."

Zhuo Yifan shrugged his nose and frowned: "What's the smell?"

Han Qiaoye said, "Huh?"

Zhuo Yifan sniffed back and forth like a puppy, first sniffing his own sleeve, Han Qiaoye laughed, "What's the smell on my clothes?"

After he finished speaking, Zhuo Yifan looked for him all the way again, sniffed against his cuff twice, then rubbed against his shoulder, stopped this time, lowered his eyes and said, "Perfume, the kind used by girls. "

Han Qiaoye: "..."