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Kuangzheng was standing outside the door with his overcoat on. Baochan didn't let him pick him up today, but another car brought him back, this time a Rolls-Royce.

After the play, Han Wenshan opened three tables in Fengyang Tower to hold a celebration banquet for Ruyizhou. Baochan drank some wine and smelled acrid.

"Brother," he said with a slightly drunken face and flushed red face, he was not considered drunk, "I came back late."

Watching the Rolls Royce drive away, Kuang Zheng asked, "Whose car?"

Bao Chan recalled, coming out of Fengyang Tower was a mess, he only cared about getting Han Wenshan to send Chen Rou En, but he didn't remember whose car he got in: "I... didn't pay attention."

"You dare to sit in anyone's car without paying attention." Kuang Zheng glanced at him, turned and went back.

Baochan chased after him, staggered on the steps, Kuangzheng quickly grabbed him, with love and hatred, put his arms around his shoulders and took him into the house.

As soon as the door was closed, Baochan stuck to it, unable to tear it off like a small plaster, "Brother," he stood on tiptoe and pressed it against Kuangzheng's ear, "Tonight is very good."

Kuangzheng had goosebumps on his neck, avoiding his breath: "Who are those friends of Han Wenshan?" There was sourness in the words, "Or Rolls-Royce?"

Baochan didn't pay attention to what kind of car was given to him at all, but was immersed in the aftertaste of the performance, and the prolonged applause was still ringing in his ears: "Brother, if you touch my heart, it will jump out."

He grabbed Kuangzheng's hand and sent it to the hottest part of his body. He lifted his coat and suit and landed on the thin shirt. Under the soft fabric was a thumping heart.

"Did you feel it?" Baochan leaned on his shoulder.

Kuangzheng felt it, exuberant, as fast as his own heartbeat.

"It's going to explode." Baochan raised his head and looked into his eyes from very close.

Such a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to have moonlight flowing in them, and they were like a fierce tiger, biting their throats unpreparedly, Kuangzheng was stunned, and his whole spine suddenly went numb.

"The person I most want to tell is you," Baochan looked down at his hands, his forehead hair hanging down, his neck exposed, "Ruyizhou has a way out, everyone's hard days are coming to an end."

Kuang Zheng's ears seemed to be deaf, he couldn't hear anything, he only felt a cliff opening his black mouth to him.

"Brother, if I'm really nice," Baochan put his hands on his, "I'll definitely give you the best."

Kuangzheng still remembers that in summer, when they burned pigeons on the loess mud, Baochan held a glass of inferior beer and said sincerely: "Brother, I won't let you take care of me all the time. When I get better, I will give you the same." Buy dinosaur eggs, please eat Philip and that foie gras."

Kuang Zheng smiled, taking advantage of his drunkenness, gently scraped his face with his fingers.

Baochan felt itchy, tilted his head, and repeated in a murmur, "Really, I'll give you the best."

"What..." Kuang Zheng's voice was a little hoarse, "Is it your best thing?"

"Huh?" Baochan didn't think about this question, he had nothing for too long, empty-handed, like a beggar, "Whatever you want, I'll give you what I have."

Kuang Zheng looked at him in ecstasy, he liked him so much, he loved him so much, he was reluctant to touch him with a finger, pulled his hand from his chest, and turned around: "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry," said Baochan toasting to Han Wenshan one by one among the twenty or thirty big bosses tonight, without taking time to eat, "Did you buy me something to eat?"

Kuang Zheng opened the refrigerator and took out a box of takano-limited jelly, which he bought at Cuixihuadu after work, a cantaloupe and a white peach, packed in a cute little gift box.

While he was washing his hands and preparing the tableware, Baochan secretly took out a candy from his coat pocket, unscrewed the candy wrapper, took out the chocolate inside, and suddenly threw himself on Kuangzheng's back, and stuffed it into his mouth when he turned his head.

"There's chocolate..." Kuang Zheng smacked it, it tasted very high-end, "Why are you hungry?"

"There's only one," Baozhan went to the porch to take off his coat, "I got it for you."

Kuang Zheng smiled, licked his lips, the tip of his tongue was slightly bitter, but his heart was sweet.

"Brother Han said there is gold leaf in it." Baochan put on a big shirt, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and waited for him to bring him something to eat, "It was airlifted from Dubai."

"I'll buy it for you when you like it," said Kuangzheng, and lifted the lids of the white peach and cantaloupe, revealing the juicy jelly inside, and put a pair on the tea table, "Come on, both are yours."

Baochan likes peaches and cantaloupe. Kuang bought them according to his taste. He picked up the spoon and took a sip, squinting his eyes and leaning on his brother's shoulder: "I'm so happy brother, I'm about to float .”

Kuang Zheng hugged him, purring his chin like a purring cat: "Two jellies are so happy?"

Bao Chan looked up at him: "After the opera, drink two glasses of wine with someone who understands opera." He leaned up and fell on Kuangzheng's knee, "When I get home, you are still waiting for me."

Kuang Zheng took the spoon from his hand, brought over the white peach jelly, and fed him a spoonful: "You should say, when you get home, your brother is waiting for you."

While talking, he shook the spoon, seeing that the jelly on the spoon was about to fall, Bao Chan opened his mouth wide to catch it, that innocent look made Kuang Zheng's heart melt like jelly.

Baochan's mouth was very red, because of the alcohol, the peaks of his lips became very clear, Kuangzheng fed him the jelly, and scraped the pale pink lip line with a spoon, Baochan felt itchy, and pursed his lips vigorously.

"Is it itchy?" Kuang Zheng bent his back towards him, put the white peach jelly directly on his chest, first rubbed his stomach, and then touched his ribs.

"Brother!" Baochan was afraid of itching and the jelly would fall off, so he curled up his toes nervously, "Don't make trouble...you don't make trouble! The jelly fell...the clothes are dirty!"

Kuangzheng moved his hands and feet by playing around, his breathing was disordered, his body was hot, he was inappropriately distracted, he was fascinated for a moment, he couldn't control it, and kissed Baochan's brow.

After a quick touch, both of them were stunned.

Bao Chan opened his eyes wide and looked at him unexpectedly.

It's over. For the first time, Kuangzheng felt panic, like the only glass of water, and he couldn't clean it up after spilling it. It was all because of the gold leaf chocolate and fruit jelly, which made his body mistakenly think that he was in love.

"Brother..." Baochan touched the place where he was kissed, and smiled embarrassedly, "Did you all like to mess with your relatives when you were abroad, and I was shocked," he found a reason for Kuangzheng instead, Get up from him with jelly, "Kiss when you meet, kiss when you sleep... that kind."

"Ah..." Kuangzheng was embarrassed, he felt that Baochan must have noticed this embarrassment, they were doing something that normal men would not do, "I... just kidding with you."

"Well," Baochan sat next to him, put on his slippers, lowered his head as if thinking about something, "Brother, actually..."

At this time, in this kind of atmosphere, the word "actually" is shocking. Kuangzheng's blood boiled and became hot uncontrollably, but he was cunning and quietly waiting for Baochan to say.

But Baochan didn't continue, he always thinks a lot, and he has to go back and forth on a few words or a trivial matter, so he fell into silence on the sofa, and time flowed slowly, only the white peach jelly radiated. With a faint aroma.