Zhang Dengjie Cai

Chapter 08

Zhang Anran slept until noon the next day. When he woke up, he saw a mass of black and white hair, his limbs wrapped around his body, his eyes were closed, but his eyelids were trembling slightly. He knew that he woke up.

"Let go of me when you wake up, don't pretend to be asleep anymore." Zhang Anran's voice was a little hoarse in the morning, and the skin-to-skin contact did not make him very happy.

Qi Ping opened his eyes, without the slightest sleepiness on his face, but hugged him even tighter, silently unwilling to let go.

Zhang Anran's hand covered Qiping's arm, trying to tear his arm apart, but with some effort, Qiping's eyes were covered with mist, as if he was about to cry.

Knowing that he was acting like this, Zhang Anran couldn't do it anymore, so he said again: "I'm going to get up."

Qi Ping moved closer, stuck out his tongue, licked Zhang Anran's shoulder, and straddled him naturally.

Zhang Anran wanted to push him off his body, but when he met Qi Ping's foggy eyes, he was inexplicably discouraged - he always takes the weak rather than the strong.

Qi Ping kissed Zhang Anran's body, and slid all the way softly until he naturally embraced the half-erect thing.He knelt and crawled between his legs, bent down to lick/lick/swallow/spit, with just the right amount of joy and satisfaction on his face, Zhang Anran glanced at the expression on his face, sneered, and stopped looking.

The white liquid was swallowed by Qiping, and the column was cleaned up. Qiping straightened his upper body, picked up a new bathrobe and handed it to Zhang Anran, asking, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"When did you push the catwalk?"

"Eight o'clock in the evening, now it's twelve o'clock at noon, enough for you to have lunch and afternoon tea."

Zhang Anran took the nightgown and got out of bed, and put on the belt loosely with his back facing Qi Ping, with no emotion on his face: "Thank you."

Qi Ping wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, his expression was almost the same as Zhang Anran's, but his words were gentle: "I brought your usual toiletries, which are all piled up in the bathroom."

"Ah."

Zhang Anran pushed open the bathroom door, and closed it behind his back. The shelf next to the shower was indeed stacked with his usual set of things. He randomly picked up a bottle of shampoo, and found that the residual height of the liquid was exactly the same as the one at home. Look, it really is the set at home.

How long has it been since he and Qiping went back to the home?Fifty days, seventy days, one hundred days, or longer?

Zhang Anran didn't deliberately remember, he put all his energy into the play and the interaction with Fanhei, as if in this way, he didn't need to spare his mind to think about the relationship between Qiping and them.

He turned on the nozzle, let the water flow over his hair and shoulders, and used the bottles and cans familiarly, knowing what he would touch without opening his eyes.

Qi Ping has some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time Zhang Anran messes things up, he will rearrange them in perfect order. Over time, even if Zhang Anran closes his eyes, he will not take the wrong things—this is his unique relationship with Qi Ping. tacit understanding.

After taking a shower, I put on my nightgown again, and my hair was dried by the hair dryer.

Zhang Anran walked out of the bathroom and saw Qi Ping pouring soy milk, and several foods were already set on the dining table. Qi Ping even brought his little apron from home, which looked too gentle and kind around his waist.

"Dress first or eat first?" Qi Ping looked up and asked.

Zhang Anran didn't answer, but just opened the closet and started throwing clothes out. The clothes quickly covered the bed. His eyes quickly scanned the clothes on the bed, and he pursed his lips tightly, not very happy.

Qi Ping opened a luggage bag on the ground, took out a stack of brand new underwear, picked a pair of black underwear, and handed it to Zhang Anran.

Zhang Anran reached out to take it, and when he put on his underwear, Qi Ping had dug out a suitable shirt and trousers from the bed of clothes, and handed them over again.

Zhang Anran didn't worry about his nerves, so he took it and wore it, and Qi Ping chose another tie, but this time it didn't go well.

"This one doesn't look good." Zhang Anran said expressionlessly.

"What about this one?"

"I don't like the material."

"This one?"

"Too dark."

Qi Ping showed Zhang Anran one by one in a good-tempered manner, and in the end Zhang Anran still chose the first one. He did not lower his head, and Qi Ping tied his tie familiarly, then kissed him on the cheek very naturally, saying : "You are really handsome."

In a daze, as if back to the year of the wedding, Qi Ping was covered with marks left by Zhang Anran, his legs were a little sore, but he always insisted on wearing a tie for him.

Zhang Anran had no choice but to ask Qi Ping to stay on the bed, he bent down to facilitate Qi Ping's movements, the Windsor knot slid to the proper position, and their lips and teeth overlapped, tender and lingering.

One in a suit and leather shoes, one wearing a strawberry apron, sitting on both sides of the dining table eating lunch, tasted a bit of nostalgia and nostalgia, Zhang Anran ate more, fortunately, the show was going to be in the evening, so he wouldn’t be too hungry Belly is ugly.

After lunch, Qi Ping took off his apron, changed his clothes, and put the watch on his right hand. He is a bit left-handed, so he is used to wearing his right hand.

Zhang Anran was browsing Weibo, and when he came across an interesting video made by a fan, he would generously like it.Last night, Su An's team edited and edited the behind-the-scenes of the shooting, and now the number of views has exceeded 50. Fans are yelling for a quick link and want to spend money, giving the fashion boss a lot of face and vanity.

Su An was well-informed and learned of the postponement of the show. He didn't know that the change was related to Zhang Anran, so he kindly reminded him on WeChat one or two times, and by the way, made an appointment for an interview after the show.

Zhang Anran sent a "hmm" and agreed.

Qi Ping had packed up, and he reported to Zhang Anran: "I'm going to a friend's house."

Zhang Anran pretended not to hear.

"Would you like to come with me?"

"I have my work schedule."

Zhang Anran opened his eyes and said nonsense, he also knew that with Xiao Wang around, Qi Ping knew exactly what his itinerary was today.