Bamboo Rat Stewed Guide

The sun shone warmly on his body, Zhu Chang curled up in a warm and thick embrace, his hands still maintained the appearance of holding Andre's arm tightly before going to sleep, the strong heartbeat of the man came from behind; the bright The sunlight shone on the glass, reflecting dazzling white light. He was in a trance for a moment, and his whole body was wrapped in an irresistible sense of security.

Forgetting how long it has been since he slept so peacefully, without nightmares, without the vigilance of getting up and running away at any time, Zhu Chang buried his head in Andre's arm and rubbed it, almost reluctant to wake up.

Last night he gave up on himself, thinking that Andre would take advantage of it, but the other party didn't.

Andre just hugged him carefully, patted his back, over and over again, kissed his forehead from time to time, and comforted him patiently: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

It proves negatively that if this big dog doesn't want to, it can completely restrain itself, how terrible it is.

Thinking of this, Zhu Chang suppressed the little dependence that had just arisen in his heart, suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around, caught off guard and met a pair of lake blue eyes: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

"A little bit," although Zhu Chang didn't want to admit it, the two were still "frankly facing each other", but when he faced Andre, he no longer tensed up. When he saw the man standing up, he subconsciously grabbed the other's hand: Shall I pet your hair?"

"Do you like dogs?" Andre looked pleasantly surprised. In the blink of an eye, a big dark brown dog arched into Zhu Chang's arms, grabbed his arm with two paws, flicked its thick fluffy tail.

"I like it," replied absent-mindedly. A picture flashed through Zhu Chang's mind last night. He wanted to confirm that he smacked the mane of the big dog as he remembered, and paused: "What's wrong with your hind legs?" What's going on?"

Under the thick long hair, there are two inconspicuous steel nails on the hind limbs of the two dogs, which have passed the healing period.

"I had an accident when I was a child, and I was almost disabled." With blue eyes staring at Zhu Chang, Andre was guessing how much he remembered, and said vaguely, "I was taken home for surgery later."

"Will it still hurt?" The dog's mane was soft and smooth, and Zhu Chang's guess in his heart became clearer. When he touched the faint scar under the big dog's ear, he withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded: "I want to get up and have a drink." water."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Seeing his reaction in his eyes, Andre lowered his head and jumped to the ground with no emotion in his voice: "I'm a little hungry too, I should prepare breakfast."

Locking himself in the bathroom, Zhu Chang splashed cold water on his face. He knew why Andre reacted that way when the two met for the first time. Unfortunately, he would rather the other party think that he was dead.

Even so, when he calmed down, walked out of the living room, and saw Andre busy in an apron, he couldn't help feeling relieved that his puppy had survived and had a better life than himself.

"Do you like to eat watermelon?" Seeing him smiling at the watermelon in his hand, Andre was taken aback. This was the first time Zhu Changzhu smiled at him after he came in, although it was for watermelon: "There is still watermelon in the refrigerator." .”

"Well," how stupid, Zhu Chang sat down at the table, raised his chin and asked, "When can we go out to play?"

"On the weekend, let's go out together." Andre put the prepared salad in front of him: "Where do you want to go?"

Wanting to go to a place where it is easy to escape, Zhu Chang thought so, combined with the nearby terrain, several sets of retreat strategies have emerged in his mind.

"Okay," readily agreed, and Andre was unusually silent when the two had breakfast. He didn't think until he put down the knife and fork, and said, "I will trust you once."

Zhu Chang's eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"

"If you just want to go out and play happily, I will try my best to satisfy you." He didn't want to make Zhu Chang feel uncomfortable, so instead of you hiding it from me, it's better to say the bottom line directly: "If you want to take the opportunity to get away, or Contact Crazy Four, for your safety, I may take appropriate measures."

The silver fork in Zhu Chang's hand pointed directly at his throat: "I'm not your pet."

Andre quickly held his wrist and sighed: "I never dare to think so."

Breakfast broke up badly, until Andre went to work, the room was quiet, only the sound of Zhu Chang's hands typing on the keyboard.If Zhu Chang had taken the security threat seriously, he would have been terrified all these years ago and had made up his escape plan. The next step was to find his "accomplice" and prepare tools.

He logged on to his account on the private network, changed his ID to the appropriate "iron gate, iron window", and clicked on the profile picture of a friend named "No world-weariness"——

Iron gate and iron window: "Bring these for me, I will be free in a few days, and the reward will be doubled."

Not world-weary: "Isn't it? Didn't you say you hooked up with the boss of Securitus? He doesn't care about you anymore?"

Iron doors and iron windows: "Have you seen my ID? I have no freedom with him at all."

Not world-weary: "One thing to say, if you show up rashly, you will lose more than freedom."

On the other end of the computer is Zhu Chang's most trusted informant. Not only can he get everything, but most importantly, he is well-informed. He has helped Zhu Chang hide countless times.

Not world-weary: "As far as I know, Crazy Four is putting pressure on Securitus to let them hand you over, but their boss is quite tough, and it's safest for you to be with him."

Iron doors and iron windows: "But how long can he last?"

Not world-weary: "If you're lucky, you might be able to get rid of Crazy Four, just be patient, to be honest, I don't want to lose you as a friend, you know the methods of Crazy Four best."

Iron doors, iron windows: ...

Unexpectedly, he would be rejected by his friend. Zhu Chang closed the computer, glanced at the fruit plate cut on the table, and took out his mobile phone to send a message.

In the general manager's office of securitus, Xiaoha, the PR and intelligence manager, was discussing with Andre the strategy of dealing with Crazy Four. Seeing that the other party received a message, his face seemed to change, as if he had seen a ghost: "Why are you smiling so weirdly?" ?”

"He said he would visit our exhibition next week," Andre replied, "I added a watermelon emoji at the end, so cute."

Xiao Ha doubted: "Are you sure he didn't want to find out the details?"

Andre smiled and said: "I'm sure this is his purpose. Let him understand the strength of the company a little bit, and it will make him feel at ease."

Mainly, he didn't expect that Zhu Chang would take the initiative to break the deadlock, and the location he chose was impeccable. He wanted to take the other party there.

After contemplating for a moment, Xiao Ha asked tentatively, "Have you ever thought about what to do if this matter is over and you still can't warm his heart?"

It's not that he wants to pour cold water on the boss, Xiaoha knows that Zhu Chang is a rare talent, and he also agrees to deal with the crazy four, he wants to know what kind of situation Andre intends to achieve.

"Then at least he will be free." Facing Erha's surprised mouth, Andre rubbed his forehead, and said calmly: "I hope he can stay and not force him, a genius like him, no They should be forced into exile by people like Crazy Four."

Xiaoha agrees: "Indeed."

When Andre returned home from work, Zhu Chang had just solved the technical problem of last night, and stretched out his limbs to watch TV on the sofa. When he saw him coming back, he lazily raised his head: "The watermelon is finished."

"Someone will deliver fresh ones tomorrow." Taking off his coat, Andre sat beside him, casually picked up the watermelon juice on the coffee table: "I checked the schedule, and we can go to the exhibition together tomorrow, is it convenient for you?"

"I'm here every day, what's the inconvenience?" Zhu Chang stood up, put his hands on his shoulders, and blinked: "I heard that there are several exhibitions in charge of your company, and there have been troubles in the past two days, don't you worry? ?”

"Doesn't security exist just to solve these things?" Andre took a sip of watermelon juice, which was so sweet and Zhu Chang's taste: "Maybe we should thank the other party for helping us promote our business level."

Zhu Chang snatched back the juice in his hand and lay down again: "You are so confident that you really deserve a beating."

Obviously so cute when he was a child, Zhu Chang squinted his eyes and looked at Andre who had changed clothes and walked to the kitchen wantonly. He stared at the man who picked up the apron that he painted red flowers with lipstick in the afternoon, and then looked calm tie up.

"The dress is pretty, I like it very much." As if knowing that Zhu Chang was watching him, Andre used the fruit knife to show off his skills, and the fruit slices with a balanced thickness fell onto the plate under his knife.

His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, highlighting his explosive muscle lines, and his knuckles holding the knife were clearly defined. Zhu Chang had a sentence in his mind like a ghost: If you go out, you will be the man in the kitchen.

"You look in a good mood tonight?" As soon as Andre set the plate, he looked up and caught a glimpse of Zhu Chang covering his mouth with a pillow and snickering. He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips: "Is it because you have to go out tomorrow?"

"Whenever you can guess what I'm thinking, I'll tell you." Jumping briskly off the ground, Zhu Changji ran to the dining table with his slippers on, sat down with him, and jokingly asked, "How do you practice your cooking skills? Someday teach me."

"When I was young," Andre's eyes dimmed for a moment, and a smear of gray flashed in his blue eyes, and he wrote lightly: "One is that he was almost poisoned by someone, and the other is that his legs and feet are not flexible. Feeding yourself is a blessing in disguise."

Obviously the cantaloupe in the salad is so sweet, but Zhu Chang felt sour for no reason, and murmured: "Your steel nails..."

"I haven't felt it for a long time now." Andre shrugged, half-jokingly said: "It's just inconvenient every time you go through the security check."

After eating and drinking enough, the two of them each occupy a corner of the sofa, one is checking the personnel arrangement for tomorrow's exhibition, and the other is playing games. There is no need to deliberately find topics, as if they are used to it.

Time passed quietly, and Andre noticed from the corner of his eye that the person on the opposite side yawned, and he put down the computer in his hand, and the words he said almost made Zhu Chang fall to the ground: "It's a bit late, do you want to take a shower together?"

What should come is still coming, Zhu Chang tightened his collar with one hand stiffly, trying to calm down: "Okay, why not dare."

Water vapor permeated the entire bathroom. After showering, Zhu Chang soaked most of his head in the bathtub, leaving only a pair of eyes, peeking at Andre who was flushing through the glass.

The feeling is always different when awake. Zhu Chang swallowed a sip of water. In the mist, he could still see the tall and straight figure of the man clearly. He comforted himself: Look at the appearance and body shape of a male model, even with foreplay, This wave is not a loss.

After rinsing, Andre walked to the edge of the bathtub. Zhu Chang's face was blush from the heat, and the milky white bubbles covered the man's body. Thinking of the underwater scene, his sanity almost stopped: "In What are you thinking?"

Zhu Chang was still in a daze, but when he came back to his senses, his whole back had slipped into Andre's arms, as warm and strong as in the morning, and the aggressive hormones on the other side made his head dizzy.He stretched out his hand, caressing the wounded part of the man's leg, feeling Andre kissing his earlobe, and his hot and humid breath blowing across his cheek: "When I was pushed out of the operating room, I thought, if someone can accompany you How good it is to be around me. If it were you, would you think so?"

Who wouldn't think so in the hardest of times?But when reality is too cruel, even fantasies become extravagant.

For countless nights hiding in carriages, alleys, and roadside grass, Zhu Changhui dreamed that he and his puppy were playing carefree in the park, and even hoped that he would not wake up.

Looking up into his arms, Zhu Chang heard the beating of his chest, blushes appeared on his face, he closed his eyes, and his voice was soft: "This kind of thinking must be stopped, once you are weak, it is easy to be inappropriate. realistic expectations."

Andre's heart sank, and suddenly he felt Zhu Chang's fingertips brushing somewhere under the water, and heard him softly say, "Like this."

Lowering his head like a maniac, Andre couldn't take his eyes off: in the mist, Zhu Chang's black eyes glistened, his lips were like ripe cherries, the two of them were breathing intertwined, and they were getting closer...