Chapter 28
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Instead, Jiang Hengshu grabbed Fu Zhen's hand on his shoulder and pulled it in his direction. Fu Zhen leaned forward and sat on Jiang Hengshu's leg.
Jiang Hengshu's two bracelets in Fu Zhen's waist lock him in his arms.
Fu Zhen's face turned red, until it was red to his neck, like a cooked shrimp. He moved his body a little uneasily.
Jiang Hengshu said in a low voice, "let me hold it for a while."
Fu Zhen stopped in a moment. His back was close to Jiang Hengshu's chest, as if he could hear the beating sound of his heart in his chest. Jiang Hengshu's broad palm covered Fu Zhen's hand, and his breath fell on Fu Zhen's neck socket.
They were silent with each other. Fu Zhen's heart beat violently. He wanted to speak several times, but he felt that the silence was very good. It was also a kind of luck to grow old with Jiang Hengshu like this now.
Fu Zhen soon realized that there was something different behind him. His face was even redder. He twisted his upper body to break free and to get closer. His hands were still hanging around Jiang Hengshu's neck and buried his head in Xiangjiang Hengshu's chest. His voice was stuffy and asked, "can I help you?"
"No Jiang Hengshu's voice is more magnetic and sexy than usual, and his hands hold Fu Zhen tighter.
The sound of their breathing mingled, and for a time it was over the wind howling outside the house.
I don't know how long it took for the two people to calm down. Fu Zhen's mobile phone rang. It should be the author who asked for the manuscript to send him a message. Fu Zhen raised his head from Jiang Hengshu's chest and looked at the mobile phone on the bed, but he didn't want to leave Jiang Hengshu's arms.
"Anything else in a moment?" Jiang Hengshu asked softly.
Fu Zhen said, "I want to draw a picture."
"Well, wait for me." Jiang Hengshu released his hand. Fu Zhen stood up from his leg and looked down at him.
Jiang Hengshu got up and left Fu Zhen's room, but he came back soon. He had a foreign language book in one hand and the computer that Fu Zhen had returned to him that day in the other hand. He sat down beside Fu Zhen's bed and sent the computer to Fu Zhen: "use mine."
When Fu Zhen Gang wanted to open his mouth, Jiang Hengshu said, "don't say thank you."
So Fu Zhen swallowed what he said, took over Jiang Hengshu's computer, connected the hand-painted board, and then picked up another sketch book under the pillow, sat at the head of the bed and began to think about the sketch.
Jiang Hengshu is sitting by the bed, and the room is quiet again. Outside is the sound of the tenants playing mahjong. The crisp sound of mahjong collision, along with Jiang Hengshu's voice of turning the pages of the book, doesn't feel noisy.
Fu Zhen had no way to calm down. He put down his brush and looked at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu probably noticed his sight and looked up from the book, "eh?"
Fu Zhen thought for a moment, put down what he had in his hand, and climbed from the head of the bed to Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu looked at him with a smile in his blue eyes. Fu Zhen was the eve lured by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but lift up his neck and open his lips slightly. He wanted to ask for a kiss.
Jiang Hengshu put down the book in his hand and chuckled. Fu Zhen felt that his ears were a little hot. Then Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and printed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and deepened the kiss a little bit.
After a while, Fu Zhen was out of breath. Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand. Fu Zhen was lying on the bed, still looking up at Jiang Hengshu, like a small animal returning from hunting. His eyes were moist, his eyelashes were flashing, and his lips were covered with a layer of water light.
Jiang Hengshu's hand crossed Fu Zhen's face and stopped at the corner of his lip. He suddenly thought of something. He got up and took two steps to the bed and grabbed Fu Zhen's leg.
"Don't..." Fu Zhen didn't expect that this moment would come so fast that his heart would jump out of his chest. He sent out tiny and very fine syllables, trying to stop Jiang Hengshu's next move, but he did not move.
"Let me see your legs." Jiang Hengshu's voice was hoarse and deep, which did not sound very credible.
But in fact, after taking Fu Zhen's trousers down to his ankle, Jiang Hengshu really only looked at Fu Zhen's left leg.
It has been more than two years since Fu Zhen was injured. Now there is nothing to see except the ugly scar, but his legs look weaker and paler than ordinary people, and the blue blood vessels under his skin are clearly visible.
Fu Zhen thought about his lower part. Even though Jiang Hengshu could not see it now, he felt a little ashamed. He wanted to put his legs together, but found that he had no strength in his whole body.
Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen's trousers back on. He didn't know whether he meant it or not. He just mentioned his thigh up and stopped.
He got up from the bed and arranged his messy clothes. He looked down at Fu Zhen lying on the bed. Fu Zhen's breath had not been adjusted. His chest was up and down, his eyes were blurred and his cheeks were flushed.
"Go to bed early." Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and bent down to kiss Fu Zhen's forehead, "good night."
"Good night."
After Jiang Hengshu left, after a long time, Fu Zhencai sat up from the bed. He still had some unreal feeling in his dream about what had happened just now. He looked at his trousers and his face turned red again.Now he is really with Jiang Hengshu. He doesn't remember what happened that night, so he doesn't know that his body is different from that of normal people.
Fu Zhen pursed his lips. He should find a chance to make it clear to Jiang Hengshu that if If Jiang Hengshu can't accept him like this
Fu Zhen didn't want to think about such a result. He sighed and fell back on the bed. He pulled up the quilt and hid his face under the quilt.
He thought of the absurd evening.
……
The next morning, Fu Zhen received a message that his express had arrived. When Fu Zhen left, he took a look at Jiang Hengshu's room. The door was closed, and he didn't know if he was in it.
When he came back from the outside, he saw Jiang Hengshu coming down the stairs with a bag in his hand. When he saw Fu Zhen, he went to him, raised his hand, touched Fu Zhen's head, and said to him, "I'll go out and come back in the afternoon."
Fu Zhen, er, turned and watched Jiang Hengshu's figure gradually disappear in his sight.
Before two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu came back from the outside. He carried a black suitcase in his hand. After returning to the room, he threw the suitcase into the corner of the wall. The quality of the suitcase was probably not very good. It was cracked directly by his fall. There were stacks of banknotes in it. Jiang Hengshu walked over and kicked the box under the bed without any expression.
When he came to Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen was painting. He sat down beside Fu Zhen and said to him, "you can draw first."
This sketch is about to be finished. Fu Zhen responds, and his pen doesn't stop. Jiang Hengshu looks at him silently. He likes the appearance of Fu Zhen when he works hard.
After about half an hour, Fu Zhen put down his pen and looked at Jiang Hengshu. He turned around and took out a small black box from the drawer of the bedside cabinet and held it in front of Jiang Hengshu. His eyes were shining and he said to Jiang Hengshu, "this is what I wanted to buy for you before Christmas."
Jiang Hengshu didn't expect that Fu Zhen would buy a gift for himself. He took the box and opened it in front of Fu Zhen. Inside was a white tie with silver stripes. It was made very carefully.
Fu Zhen doesn't have much income. The price of this tie should be a big expense for him.
Fu Zhen was afraid that Jiang Hengshu would not like it. He also knew that Jiang Hengshu's background was much better than he had imagined. He said to Jiang Hengshu with some embarrassment: "I wanted to buy you a pair of leather shoes, but I didn't know your shoe size, so I thought about it and bought this one."
Jiang Hengshu gave the tie to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's pupil shrank. He thought that Jiang Hengshu didn't want such a gift. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu say to himself, "tie it up for me."
Fu Zhen looks up at him. Jiang Hengshu's expression is serious, which reminds Fu Zhen of his high school head teacher. However, his head teacher's hair is not so much, and he is not as good-looking as Jiang Hengshu.
The suit that Jiang Hengshu is wearing today is not suitable for wearing a tie. However, Fu Zhen will not refuse Jiang Hengshu. He takes the tie out of the box, compares it on Jiang Hengshu's chest, and then goes around his neck.
Fu Zhen hasn't worn a tie for a long time. The last time he wore a tie, it was estimated that it was three years ago. Now his technique is a little strange, and it's really not good-looking to tie it. Fu Zhen lowered his head, and Jiang Hengshu's breath swept over his head.
Fu Zhen took a step back, looked Jiang Hengshu from head to toe and scratched his head. The tie didn't match with his suit at night. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "don't tie it."
Jiang Hengshu said, Fu Zhen pulled his tie with a little strength. Jiang Hengshu's head fell down and kissed Fu Zhen's lips.
Like the animals in heat, they want to melt each other into their own bodies and exchange their saliva. When they are separated, the tie that was on Jiang Hengshu's neck, I don't know how, but now it is on Fu Zhen's shoulder.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed his finger pulp on Fu Zhen's lips. He turned his head and looked at the sky outside. He said to Fu Zhen, "we should go now. Go and change our clothes."
Fu Zhen said, sticking out his tongue and licking it on his finger.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes were dark, but he didn't do anything more. He pinched Fu Zhen's face and said, "I'm waiting for you outside."
Jiang Hengshu stopped outside Fu Zhen's door. A passing tenant saw him and was very curious. He came to ask him, "when did you have such a good relationship with this little lame man?"
"It's always been good." Jiang Hengshu said.
Not long after, Fu Zhenla opened the door and came out of the room. He was wearing a white Hoodie and black tight legged trousers. His hair was neatly combed and his face seemed to be smeared with something. His face looked much ruddy than usual.
In a trance, he had the appearance of the young master of the Fu family.
Jiang Hengshu's brow was wrinkled. He said to Fu Zhen, "wear more."
Fu Zhen didn't move. Today he wants to see Jiang Hengshu's friends. Most of his winter clothes are warm, and there is no version. He hopes to give Jiang Hengshu's friends a better impression.Jiang Hengshu didn't want to go to school in the face of his little niece's splashing. However, Fu Zhen could not. He only looked at himself with big black eyes and voiced his protest.
He took Fu Zhen into his room, opened the closet, picked out a black woolen coat from it and handed it to Fu Zhen: "put it on."
This coat was bought by Jiang Hengshu in the autumn, and it was not worn very much. Fortunately, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are not too different in size, and they look good on the outside.
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Instead, Jiang Hengshu grabbed Fu Zhen's hand on his shoulder and pulled it in his direction. Fu Zhen leaned forward and sat on Jiang Hengshu's leg.
Jiang Hengshu's two bracelets in Fu Zhen's waist lock him in his arms.
Fu Zhen's face turned red, until it was red to his neck, like a cooked shrimp. He moved his body a little uneasily.
Jiang Hengshu said in a low voice, "let me hold it for a while."
Fu Zhen stopped in a moment. His back was close to Jiang Hengshu's chest, as if he could hear the beating sound of his heart in his chest. Jiang Hengshu's broad palm covered Fu Zhen's hand, and his breath fell on Fu Zhen's neck socket.
They were silent with each other. Fu Zhen's heart beat violently. He wanted to speak several times, but he felt that the silence was very good. It was also a kind of luck to grow old with Jiang Hengshu like this now.
Fu Zhen soon realized that there was something different behind him. His face was even redder. He twisted his upper body to break free and to get closer. His hands were still hanging around Jiang Hengshu's neck and buried his head in Xiangjiang Hengshu's chest. His voice was stuffy and asked, "can I help you?"
"No Jiang Hengshu's voice is more magnetic and sexy than usual, and his hands hold Fu Zhen tighter.
The sound of their breathing mingled, and for a time it was over the wind howling outside the house.
I don't know how long it took for the two people to calm down. Fu Zhen's mobile phone rang. It should be the author who asked for the manuscript to send him a message. Fu Zhen raised his head from Jiang Hengshu's chest and looked at the mobile phone on the bed, but he didn't want to leave Jiang Hengshu's arms.
"Anything else in a moment?" Jiang Hengshu asked softly.
Fu Zhen said, "I want to draw a picture."
"Well, wait for me." Jiang Hengshu released his hand. Fu Zhen stood up from his leg and looked down at him.
Jiang Hengshu got up and left Fu Zhen's room, but he came back soon. He had a foreign language book in one hand and the computer that Fu Zhen had returned to him that day in the other hand. He sat down beside Fu Zhen's bed and sent the computer to Fu Zhen: "use mine."
When Fu Zhen Gang wanted to open his mouth, Jiang Hengshu said, "don't say thank you."
So Fu Zhen swallowed what he said, took over Jiang Hengshu's computer, connected the hand-painted board, and then picked up another sketch book under the pillow, sat at the head of the bed and began to think about the sketch.
Jiang Hengshu is sitting by the bed, and the room is quiet again. Outside is the sound of the tenants playing mahjong. The crisp sound of mahjong collision, along with Jiang Hengshu's voice of turning the pages of the book, doesn't feel noisy.
Fu Zhen had no way to calm down. He put down his brush and looked at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu probably noticed his sight and looked up from the book, "eh?"
Fu Zhen thought for a moment, put down what he had in his hand, and climbed from the head of the bed to Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu looked at him with a smile in his blue eyes. Fu Zhen was the eve lured by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but lift up his neck and open his lips slightly. He wanted to ask for a kiss.
Jiang Hengshu put down the book in his hand and chuckled. Fu Zhen felt that his ears were a little hot. Then Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and printed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and deepened the kiss a little bit.
After a while, Fu Zhen was out of breath. Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand. Fu Zhen was lying on the bed, still looking up at Jiang Hengshu, like a small animal returning from hunting. His eyes were moist, his eyelashes were flashing, and his lips were covered with a layer of water light.
Jiang Hengshu's hand crossed Fu Zhen's face and stopped at the corner of his lip. He suddenly thought of something. He got up and took two steps to the bed and grabbed Fu Zhen's leg.
"Don't..." Fu Zhen didn't expect that this moment would come so fast that his heart would jump out of his chest. He sent out tiny and very fine syllables, trying to stop Jiang Hengshu's next move, but he did not move.
"Let me see your legs." Jiang Hengshu's voice was hoarse and deep, which did not sound very credible.
But in fact, after taking Fu Zhen's trousers down to his ankle, Jiang Hengshu really only looked at Fu Zhen's left leg.
It has been more than two years since Fu Zhen was injured. Now there is nothing to see except the ugly scar, but his legs look weaker and paler than ordinary people, and the blue blood vessels under his skin are clearly visible.
Fu Zhen thought about his lower part. Even though Jiang Hengshu could not see it now, he felt a little ashamed. He wanted to put his legs together, but found that he had no strength in his whole body.
Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen's trousers back on. He didn't know whether he meant it or not. He just mentioned his thigh up and stopped.
He got up from the bed and arranged his messy clothes. He looked down at Fu Zhen lying on the bed. Fu Zhen's breath had not been adjusted. His chest was up and down, his eyes were blurred and his cheeks were flushed.
"Go to bed early." Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and bent down to kiss Fu Zhen's forehead, "good night."
"Good night."
After Jiang Hengshu left, after a long time, Fu Zhencai sat up from the bed. He still had some unreal feeling in his dream about what had happened just now. He looked at his trousers and his face turned red again.Now he is really with Jiang Hengshu. He doesn't remember what happened that night, so he doesn't know that his body is different from that of normal people.
Fu Zhen pursed his lips. He should find a chance to make it clear to Jiang Hengshu that if If Jiang Hengshu can't accept him like this
Fu Zhen didn't want to think about such a result. He sighed and fell back on the bed. He pulled up the quilt and hid his face under the quilt.
He thought of the absurd evening.
……
The next morning, Fu Zhen received a message that his express had arrived. When Fu Zhen left, he took a look at Jiang Hengshu's room. The door was closed, and he didn't know if he was in it.
When he came back from the outside, he saw Jiang Hengshu coming down the stairs with a bag in his hand. When he saw Fu Zhen, he went to him, raised his hand, touched Fu Zhen's head, and said to him, "I'll go out and come back in the afternoon."
Fu Zhen, er, turned and watched Jiang Hengshu's figure gradually disappear in his sight.
Before two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu came back from the outside. He carried a black suitcase in his hand. After returning to the room, he threw the suitcase into the corner of the wall. The quality of the suitcase was probably not very good. It was cracked directly by his fall. There were stacks of banknotes in it. Jiang Hengshu walked over and kicked the box under the bed without any expression.
When he came to Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen was painting. He sat down beside Fu Zhen and said to him, "you can draw first."
This sketch is about to be finished. Fu Zhen responds, and his pen doesn't stop. Jiang Hengshu looks at him silently. He likes the appearance of Fu Zhen when he works hard.
After about half an hour, Fu Zhen put down his pen and looked at Jiang Hengshu. He turned around and took out a small black box from the drawer of the bedside cabinet and held it in front of Jiang Hengshu. His eyes were shining and he said to Jiang Hengshu, "this is what I wanted to buy for you before Christmas."
Jiang Hengshu didn't expect that Fu Zhen would buy a gift for himself. He took the box and opened it in front of Fu Zhen. Inside was a white tie with silver stripes. It was made very carefully.
Fu Zhen doesn't have much income. The price of this tie should be a big expense for him.
Fu Zhen was afraid that Jiang Hengshu would not like it. He also knew that Jiang Hengshu's background was much better than he had imagined. He said to Jiang Hengshu with some embarrassment: "I wanted to buy you a pair of leather shoes, but I didn't know your shoe size, so I thought about it and bought this one."
Jiang Hengshu gave the tie to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's pupil shrank. He thought that Jiang Hengshu didn't want such a gift. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu say to himself, "tie it up for me."
Fu Zhen looks up at him. Jiang Hengshu's expression is serious, which reminds Fu Zhen of his high school head teacher. However, his head teacher's hair is not so much, and he is not as good-looking as Jiang Hengshu.
The suit that Jiang Hengshu is wearing today is not suitable for wearing a tie. However, Fu Zhen will not refuse Jiang Hengshu. He takes the tie out of the box, compares it on Jiang Hengshu's chest, and then goes around his neck.
Fu Zhen hasn't worn a tie for a long time. The last time he wore a tie, it was estimated that it was three years ago. Now his technique is a little strange, and it's really not good-looking to tie it. Fu Zhen lowered his head, and Jiang Hengshu's breath swept over his head.
Fu Zhen took a step back, looked Jiang Hengshu from head to toe and scratched his head. The tie didn't match with his suit at night. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "don't tie it."
Jiang Hengshu said, Fu Zhen pulled his tie with a little strength. Jiang Hengshu's head fell down and kissed Fu Zhen's lips.
Like the animals in heat, they want to melt each other into their own bodies and exchange their saliva. When they are separated, the tie that was on Jiang Hengshu's neck, I don't know how, but now it is on Fu Zhen's shoulder.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed his finger pulp on Fu Zhen's lips. He turned his head and looked at the sky outside. He said to Fu Zhen, "we should go now. Go and change our clothes."
Fu Zhen said, sticking out his tongue and licking it on his finger.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes were dark, but he didn't do anything more. He pinched Fu Zhen's face and said, "I'm waiting for you outside."
Jiang Hengshu stopped outside Fu Zhen's door. A passing tenant saw him and was very curious. He came to ask him, "when did you have such a good relationship with this little lame man?"
"It's always been good." Jiang Hengshu said.
Not long after, Fu Zhenla opened the door and came out of the room. He was wearing a white Hoodie and black tight legged trousers. His hair was neatly combed and his face seemed to be smeared with something. His face looked much ruddy than usual.
In a trance, he had the appearance of the young master of the Fu family.
Jiang Hengshu's brow was wrinkled. He said to Fu Zhen, "wear more."
Fu Zhen didn't move. Today he wants to see Jiang Hengshu's friends. Most of his winter clothes are warm, and there is no version. He hopes to give Jiang Hengshu's friends a better impression.Jiang Hengshu didn't want to go to school in the face of his little niece's splashing. However, Fu Zhen could not. He only looked at himself with big black eyes and voiced his protest.
He took Fu Zhen into his room, opened the closet, picked out a black woolen coat from it and handed it to Fu Zhen: "put it on."
This coat was bought by Jiang Hengshu in the autumn, and it was not worn very much. Fortunately, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are not too different in size, and they look good on the outside.
Instead, Jiang Hengshu grabbed Fu Zhen's hand on his shoulder and pulled it in his direction. Fu Zhen leaned forward and sat on Jiang Hengshu's leg. Jiang Hengshu's two bracelets in Fu Zhen's waist lock him in his arms. Fu Zhen's face turned red, until it was red to his neck, like a cooked shrimp. He moved his body a little uneasily. Jiang Hengshu said in a low voice, "let me hold it for a while." Fu Zhen stopped in a moment. His back was close to Jiang Hengshu's chest, as if he could hear the beating sound of his heart in his chest. Jiang Hengshu's broad palm covered Fu Zhen's hand, and his breath fell on Fu Zhen's neck socket. They were silent with each other. Fu Zhen's heart beat violently. He wanted to speak several times, but he felt that the silence was very good. It was also a kind of luck to grow old with Jiang Hengshu like this now. Fu Zhen soon realized that there was something different behind him. His face was even redder. He twisted his upper body to break free and to get closer. His hands were still hanging around Jiang Hengshu's neck and buried his head in Xiangjiang Hengshu's chest. His voice was stuffy and asked, "can I help you?" "No Jiang Hengshu's voice is more magnetic and sexy than usual, and his hands hold Fu Zhen tighter. The sound of their breathing mingled, and for a time it was over the wind howling outside the house. I don't know how long it took for the two people to calm down. Fu Zhen's mobile phone rang. It should be the author who asked for the manuscript to send him a message. Fu Zhen raised his head from Jiang Hengshu's chest and looked at the mobile phone on the bed, but he didn't want to leave Jiang Hengshu's arms. "Anything else in a moment?" Jiang Hengshu asked softly. Fu Zhen said, "I want to draw a picture." "Well, wait for me." Jiang Hengshu released his hand. Fu Zhen stood up from his leg and looked down at him. Jiang Hengshu got up and left Fu Zhen's room, but he came back soon. He had a foreign language book in one hand and the computer that Fu Zhen had returned to him that day in the other hand. He sat down beside Fu Zhen's bed and sent the computer to Fu Zhen: "use mine." When Fu Zhen Gang wanted to open his mouth, Jiang Hengshu said, "don't say thank you." So Fu Zhen swallowed what he said, took over Jiang Hengshu's computer, connected the hand-painted board, and then picked up another sketch book under the pillow, sat at the head of the bed and began to think about the sketch. Jiang Hengshu is sitting by the bed, and the room is quiet again. Outside is the sound of the tenants playing mahjong. The crisp sound of mahjong collision, along with Jiang Hengshu's voice of turning the pages of the book, doesn't feel noisy. Fu Zhen had no way to calm down. He put down his brush and looked at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu probably noticed his sight and looked up from the book, "eh?" Fu Zhen thought for a moment, put down what he had in his hand, and climbed from the head of the bed to Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu looked at him with a smile in his blue eyes. Fu Zhen was the eve lured by a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but lift up his neck and open his lips slightly. He wanted to ask for a kiss. Jiang Hengshu put down the book in his hand and chuckled. Fu Zhen felt that his ears were a little hot. Then Jiang Hengshu lowered his head and printed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and deepened the kiss a little bit. After a while, Fu Zhen was out of breath. Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand. Fu Zhen was lying on the bed, still looking up at Jiang Hengshu, like a small animal returning from hunting. His eyes were moist, his eyelashes were flashing, and his lips were covered with a layer of water light. Jiang Hengshu's hand crossed Fu Zhen's face and stopped at the corner of his lip. He suddenly thought of something. He got up and took two steps to the bed and grabbed Fu Zhen's leg. "Don't..." Fu Zhen didn't expect that this moment would come so fast that his heart would jump out of his chest. He sent out tiny and very fine syllables, trying to stop Jiang Hengshu's next move, but he did not move. "Let me see your legs." Jiang Hengshu's voice was hoarse and deep, which did not sound very credible. But in fact, after taking Fu Zhen's trousers down to his ankle, Jiang Hengshu really only looked at Fu Zhen's left leg. It has been more than two years since Fu Zhen was injured. Now there is nothing to see except the ugly scar, but his legs look weaker and paler than ordinary people, and the blue blood vessels under his skin are clearly visible. Fu Zhen thought about his lower part. Even though Jiang Hengshu could not see it now, he felt a little ashamed. He wanted to put his legs together, but found that he had no strength in his whole body. Jiang Hengshu put Fu Zhen's trousers back on. He didn't know whether he meant it or not. He just mentioned his thigh up and stopped. He got up from the bed and arranged his messy clothes. He looked down at Fu Zhen lying on the bed. Fu Zhen's breath had not been adjusted. His chest was up and down, his eyes were blurred and his cheeks were flushed. "Go to bed early." Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and bent down to kiss Fu Zhen's forehead, "good night." "Good night." After Jiang Hengshu left, after a long time, Fu Zhencai sat up from the bed. He still had some unreal feeling in his dream about what had happened just now. He looked at his trousers and his face turned red again.Now he is really with Jiang Hengshu. He doesn't remember what happened that night, so he doesn't know that his body is different from that of normal people. Fu Zhen pursed his lips. He should find a chance to make it clear to Jiang Hengshu that if If Jiang Hengshu can't accept him like this Fu Zhen didn't want to think about such a result. He sighed and fell back on the bed. He pulled up the quilt and hid his face under the quilt. He thought of the absurd evening. The next morning, Fu Zhen received a message that his express had arrived. When Fu Zhen left, he took a look at Jiang Hengshu's room. The door was closed, and he didn't know if he was in it. When he came back from the outside, he saw Jiang Hengshu coming down the stairs with a bag in his hand. When he saw Fu Zhen, he went to him, raised his hand, touched Fu Zhen's head, and said to him, "I'll go out and come back in the afternoon." Fu Zhen, er, turned and watched Jiang Hengshu's figure gradually disappear in his sight. Before two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Hengshu came back from the outside. He carried a black suitcase in his hand. After returning to the room, he threw the suitcase into the corner of the wall. The quality of the suitcase was probably not very good. It was cracked directly by his fall. There were stacks of banknotes in it. Jiang Hengshu walked over and kicked the box under the bed without any expression. When he came to Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen was painting. He sat down beside Fu Zhen and said to him, "you can draw first." This sketch is about to be finished. Fu Zhen responds, and his pen doesn't stop. Jiang Hengshu looks at him silently. He likes the appearance of Fu Zhen when he works hard. After about half an hour, Fu Zhen put down his pen and looked at Jiang Hengshu. He turned around and took out a small black box from the drawer of the bedside cabinet and held it in front of Jiang Hengshu. His eyes were shining and he said to Jiang Hengshu, "this is what I wanted to buy for you before Christmas." Jiang Hengshu didn't expect that Fu Zhen would buy a gift for himself. He took the box and opened it in front of Fu Zhen. Inside was a white tie with silver stripes. It was made very carefully. Fu Zhen doesn't have much income. The price of this tie should be a big expense for him. Fu Zhen was afraid that Jiang Hengshu would not like it. He also knew that Jiang Hengshu's background was much better than he had imagined. He said to Jiang Hengshu with some embarrassment: "I wanted to buy you a pair of leather shoes, but I didn't know your shoe size, so I thought about it and bought this one." Jiang Hengshu gave the tie to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's pupil shrank. He thought that Jiang Hengshu didn't want such a gift. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu say to himself, "tie it up for me." Fu Zhen looks up at him. Jiang Hengshu's expression is serious, which reminds Fu Zhen of his high school head teacher. However, his head teacher's hair is not so much, and he is not as good-looking as Jiang Hengshu. The suit that Jiang Hengshu is wearing today is not suitable for wearing a tie. However, Fu Zhen will not refuse Jiang Hengshu. He takes the tie out of the box, compares it on Jiang Hengshu's chest, and then goes around his neck. Fu Zhen hasn't worn a tie for a long time. The last time he wore a tie, it was estimated that it was three years ago. Now his technique is a little strange, and it's really not good-looking to tie it. Fu Zhen lowered his head, and Jiang Hengshu's breath swept over his head. Fu Zhen took a step back, looked Jiang Hengshu from head to toe and scratched his head. The tie didn't match with his suit at night. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "don't tie it." Jiang Hengshu said, Fu Zhen pulled his tie with a little strength. Jiang Hengshu's head fell down and kissed Fu Zhen's lips. Like the animals in heat, they want to melt each other into their own bodies and exchange their saliva. When they are separated, the tie that was on Jiang Hengshu's neck, I don't know how, but now it is on Fu Zhen's shoulder. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed his finger pulp on Fu Zhen's lips. He turned his head and looked at the sky outside. He said to Fu Zhen, "we should go now. Go and change our clothes." Fu Zhen said, sticking out his tongue and licking it on his finger. Jiang Hengshu's eyes were dark, but he didn't do anything more. He pinched Fu Zhen's face and said, "I'm waiting for you outside." Jiang Hengshu stopped outside Fu Zhen's door. A passing tenant saw him and was very curious. He came to ask him, "when did you have such a good relationship with this little lame man?" "It's always been good." Jiang Hengshu said. Not long after, Fu Zhenla opened the door and came out of the room. He was wearing a white Hoodie and black tight legged trousers. His hair was neatly combed and his face seemed to be smeared with something. His face looked much ruddy than usual. In a trance, he had the appearance of the young master of the Fu family. Jiang Hengshu's brow was wrinkled. He said to Fu Zhen, "wear more." Fu Zhen didn't move. Today he wants to see Jiang Hengshu's friends. Most of his winter clothes are warm, and there is no version. He hopes to give Jiang Hengshu's friends a better impression.Jiang Hengshu didn't want to go to school in the face of his little niece's splashing. However, Fu Zhen could not. He only looked at himself with big black eyes and voiced his protest. He took Fu Zhen into his room, opened the closet, picked out a black woolen coat from it and handed it to Fu Zhen: "put it on." This coat was bought by Jiang Hengshu in the autumn, and it was not worn very much. Fortunately, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are not too different in size, and they look good on the outside.
