Little President ABO

Chapter 76

Cheng Fan grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back: "Slow down, I'm getting wet."

As he said that, he changed the handle of the umbrella to this hand, and covered Jiang Sulu completely with half of the umbrella at an angle.After only two steps, Jiang Sulu saw that the color of the clothes on his other shoulder had darkened.He just wanted to say that his clothes were wet, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth again, and secretly covered his invisible stomach with his arms, enjoying this kind of care with peace of mind.The mood seems to be a little better, and the pace has slowed down.

The rain closes the open world, and each umbrella is an independent space.Cheng Fan's green orange-flavored pheromone gradually filled the space separated by the rain curtain, and entered Jiang Sulu's nose with a wet smell.He and Cheng Fan were very close, their bodies were touching each other from time to time, their body temperature passed through the fabric, and this temperature was also humid, which made people feel a little fanciful.

It's just that this short road will soon be over.Cheng Hui sent Jiang Sulu to his automatic car and was about to leave. Jiang Sulu pressed the window and called him: "Where are you going?"

"Go home, where else can I go?"

"...Then, let me see you off." He raised his eyes to look at the sky again, "It's raining so hard, it's not convenient to call a car."

Cheng Hui looked at Jiang Sulu with some hesitation, until the man's eyes turned red and his eyes drooped, then he put away his umbrella, shook the water, opened the car door and sat up, carrying a clammy green orange smell. Jiang Sulu's face.

Jiang Sulu cleared his throat: "Where do you live now?"

"Your previous apartment."

"You still live there."

Cheng Huihui lived in the place where he lived before, and Jiang Sulu's words sounded ambiguous to Jiang Sulu, who was full of imagination.His face became hot, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the people beside him.

"Well, I'm too lazy to move."

The car started, broke into the rain curtain, and the automatic car merged into the river like a drop of water, and merged into a somewhat crowded street.Due to the rain, the vehicle was moving slower than usual, and the raindrops hit the windows like countless drumbeats.The closed environment, coupled with the feeling of being psychologically closed in the heavy rain, gave people the illusion that there were only the two of them left in this world.

The faint taste of the cool green orange wine seems to have just been taken out of the refrigerator, and it is still hissing and air-conditioned, and the taste is more refreshing and intoxicating.On the other hand, the fragrance of roses is also soaked in sweetness, as if the nectar is dripping out from the just-ripe flowers.

The two faint smells slowly intertwined and blended together, but the two people sitting in the car remained calm, each looking at the window on the other side, fascinated by the small rainwater that pooled into streams on the glass.

Cheng Fan propped his right hand on the car window, leaned against the back of the chair relaxedly, and placed his left hand casually by his side.Jiang Sulu sat upright, turned his head to look out of the window, and put his right hand neatly against his thigh.There is a distance of a few centimeters between the two little fingers, and as long as someone lifts his finger casually, he can press the other finger under his hand.

Cheng Fan raised his legs and changed the gestures of supporting his head several times, but his left hand seemed to grow in that position, and he never moved.As soon as Jiang Sulu got into the car, he kept this posture motionless, as if in a trance.

Silence spread together with the faint smell of pheromone. Sometimes the sound of rain seemed to fall between the two of them, crashing, and sometimes it seemed to run away from them, making a rustling sound in a distant place, but There was only the sound of rain and silence between the two, and no one spoke.What they can say is finished long before they get in the car, and they all know that once they open their mouths, what they can't say will leak out.

Silence is also like this rain, layer upon layer.

It took more time than before, the car arrived at the old apartment building, until the automatic car sounded a reminder, the two people seemed to be awakened from a distant dream.Jiang Sulu thought, it would be great if this road had no end, and the dream would not need to wake up.

"I'm here." Cheng Fan twisted his neck, stretched out his hand, clenched his stiff fingers into fists and opened them again, "Thank you." He opened the car door.

"Well, is my potted flower still alive?" Jiang Sulu asked suddenly, "The pot of jasmine on the kitchen windowsill."

Cheng Fan had stretched out his right leg out of the car door for a moment, then took it back: "It's still alive, it's bloomed recently."

"Then, can I take it away? I found out later that I forgot to take the potted flower away." Jiang Sulu expressed the importance of this potted flower to him, "It was a gift from a friend when I moved out of home, and it has been with me all the time. "

Poor excuse.

Cheng Hui stretched out his leg again, turned to Jiang Sulu and said, "Of course you can take it away."

He got out of the car and held the car door, opened the umbrella and put it on top of Jiang Sulu's head, and the two went upstairs together.

Compared with Jiang Sulu living here, the small house is empty with only necessities, Cheng Hui moved in and bought a lot of things.The original couch was replaced with a down-filled two-seater covered in colorful handmade fabrics and piled with pillows for a soft look.In the corner of the living room, some simple fitness equipment was randomly piled up.The original dining table for four is gone and a large refrigerator has been replaced in the same place.Cheng Hui took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and asked Jiang Sulu what to drink.

Jiang Sulu was sitting on the sofa with his entire butt sunk in, making it impossible for him to maintain a straight sitting posture.He originally looked around the house, identifying the messy items inside, and even wondered if he had really lived in this place.Hearing Cheng Hui's question, he turned his attention to the cold beer in his hand and the food in the refrigerator.

The rainy weather was cold enough, Jiang Sulu shook his head.

Cheng Fan didn't say anything, he put the remaining half can of beer on the coffee table in front of the sofa, took off his rain-wet coat, and went to the kitchen.Soon he took a cup of steaming milk tea in his hand, made black tea with hot milk, and added three spoons of honey to it, which smelled sweet.

"I made it casually, drink and watch."

Jiang Sulu took the porcelain cup, which was still a bit hot, and took a sip with both hands. It was hot and sweet, and he took a second sip before saying, "It's delicious."

Cheng Fan pulled the coffee table forward, sat in another seat, continued to drink his half can of beer, pointed at the food packaging bags piled up on the table: "If you're hungry, you can have some snacks."

"Thank you." Jiang Sulu held the cup all the time, the heat passed from his fingertips all the way up, and his whole body became warm in a short while.It may be because of the rain that the air humidity is higher, so that the hot body feels wet and sticky and sweaty.

Cheng Fan finished his beer, as if he couldn't sit still, he stood up and went to the refrigerator again: "I'm going to make dinner, what would you like to eat?"

"Huh? Me, I can do anything."

This is almost a customary answer.Cheng Boshan never liked this kind of answer, every time Jiang Sulu said that he could do anything, Cheng Boshan would always force him to make a choice.Tell him that if he keeps giving the choice to others, he will never get what he is satisfied with.In fact, this is indeed the case, but it is still very difficult for Jiang Sulu to make demands on others.If anything, he is more used to enduring dislikes.

So after saying this, he began to regret it again, Cheng Fan should also be tired of helping him choose.He was trying to think of something that would not be troublesome to make, and it happened that Cheng Hui was here, and the other party had already gone to the kitchen with the ingredients.

Soon the scent wafted out, Cheng Hui picked up a cardboard box, put the things on the coffee table into it, and put the food on the table, all Jiang Sulu's favorite dishes.

There was only the crisp sound of cups and plates hitting lightly on the table. Cheng Hui was silent, and sometimes he would scoop up a spoonful of soup and a spoonful of vegetables for Jiang Sulu.As for when to serve him soup and vegetables, it seems to be a kind of intuition and tacit understanding.

After the meal was over, the sky was completely dark, and the rain had subsided a bit, and it hadn't stopped, ticking along the window sill.No one mentioned the important pot of jasmine.

Cheng Hui tidied up the table, sat back on the sofa, and turned on his own terminal: "Let's watch a movie." It wasn't to ask for advice, Cheng Hui had already dimmed the light in the living room, and the projection was projected on the opposite wall.

Jiang Sulu was half a beat behind before saying, "Okay."

This is a very old 2D movie.Movies in this era are all immersive 3D movies. The movie scenes will be stereoscopically projected around the audience. Whether it is an explosion scene or a tropical rainforest, the audience will be in the same scene and experience and take risks with the protagonist.But this is an old film from the last century. The shooting technology was not so advanced at that time, and the audience could only watch it as an outsider.

The movie is a spy movie, with a gloomy style, a cold tone, and a thrilling and compact storyline, as if it does not give people a sense of respite.The gray and white tones were reflected on the faces of the two watching. They looked solemn and looked at it very seriously.

As an undercover protagonist, he was caught because of his offline status and was almost exposed. At the most thrilling moment of the interrogation, on the sofa, Cheng Fan stretched out his hand and first hooked Jiang Sulu's fingers, and then grabbed Jiang Sulu's body side hand.

Jiang Sulu was startled at first, so nervous that his fingers seemed to feel the slight beating of blood vessels, he stared at the movie without blinking his eyes.

In the projection, the protagonist was tossed to death, but he kept clenching his teeth, was tortured to the point where he didn't utter a single word, and in the end his undercover identity was not revealed.

Cheng Fan just took Jiang Sulu's hand and hid it in a pile of pillows without any further movement or letting go, as if all his attention was drawn away by the movie.With a deceptive gesture, in his own home where there are no outsiders, he secretly holds the hand of the person he likes, breathing tremblingly.

His palms were sweating, and the muscles in his arms were a little puffed up due to the continuous use of the same force, but he remained motionless until the ending song sounded and the screen turned black.

The time they stole is also over.

Cheng Fan let go of his hand, and glanced out of the window as if nothing had happened. It was completely dark, and the rain that had been raining for the whole afternoon finally stopped.

Jiang Sulu didn't relax because of the hand that was taken back, he didn't know what would happen next, he was a little bit looking forward to it, but also a little nervous.

Cheng Fan turned on the lights, and because he hadn't spoken, his voice was hoarse: "It's getting late, you should go home. I'll take you downstairs."