Crackling Braised Pork

Chapter 6 You Treat Me as a Substitute, But I Only Treat You as Your Bedmate

Not many people knew about the cohabitation with Du Heng, at least everything that should be kept secret was kept secret.After two years of deliberately covering up my life, I probably won't be so tired this time.Shanglu leaned on the sofa, exhausted, he seemed to have exhausted all his vitality.Alcohol erodes the brain, taking away the self-control that men are proud of, like a teenager who has lost love, complaining about himself.

The cold war between him and Du Heng lasted for nearly a month, perhaps it should be said that Shanglu had a unilateral cold war.After that escape, Shang Lu never came to this apartment again. He had other residences in the urban area, which was his real home, and the same was true for Du Heng. This was just a place where they went to bed. Too often, the two decided to move in and live together temporarily.There are not many traces of living together in the room, probably knowing the ending from the beginning, so no one has indulged themselves too much.

The drowsy Shanglu was awakened by the slight noise from the door. His mind was still in a state of confusion. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. He fell asleep unconsciously, but the time was only an hour and a half. .The man who was about to stand up suddenly felt a tingling pain coming from his hand. The poor sleeping position made his fingers have three bloodstains, as if they were broken.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time today?"

Du Heng still looked like Mr. Pian Pianjia, but Shang Lu seemed a little out of control. He stood aside and didn't speak, but just looked at Du Heng fixedly.

"I've packed almost everything, and I'll take it away later." Du Heng bent down slightly, put the key on the table in front of Shang Lu, and pushed it forward, "I'll return this to you. If you're worried, you can lock the key Changed."

"Why do you say these things!" Shang Lu only felt his chest empty, as if something had been taken away, "Are you humiliating yourself, or humiliating me?"

Du Heng knew that he had gone too far: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

Shang Lu sat back on the sofa dejectedly: "Let's go." He really couldn't see Du Heng standing in front of him so nonchalantly, which made him feel ridiculous.

There were indeed very few things to take away, and Du Heng dragged the box out after a while. He vaguely said something to himself, but Shanglu didn't want to distinguish.

Du Heng stood at the entrance for a long time without taking that step. There was a question that lingered in his mind for a long time. Even though he was not completely sure, he almost guessed the answer, but he still wanted to ask the man himself.Even if rationality prevents him from being stupid, the answer to the question is like a piece of sweet cake, exuding a seductive aroma from afar, luring him into the net.

"business……"

What is misfortune from the sky is probably Du Heng's current situation.When he made up his mind and turned around and stepped into the living room again, a hard object slammed into his collarbone. If he didn't know Shanglu's character, it would have been a man who retaliated against him because of love and hatred.Du Heng crouched down clutching his wound, half-closed his tear-filled eyes and stared at Shanglu, and threw the murder weapon at the man as if venting his anger.

Shanglu was also frightened, and he turned his head to avoid the ashtray: "Take it away, let me see!"

Du Heng kept slandering Shanglu, but let him sit on the sofa with his support. Du Heng's wound hurt badly, and he was a little scared for a while, maybe his collarbone was broken.

"Good boy, it doesn't hurt!" Shang Lu was disinfecting, while gently blowing on the crimson collarbone like coaxing a child.

Du Heng looked at the anxious look of the man, and reached out his hand to touch his long eyelashes in a strange way. Phytolama blinked reflexively. Du Heng felt itchy on his fingers, as if being swept by butterfly wings.

"Don't move around!" Shanglu's tone seemed to be enduring something, and after a while, he glanced at him hurriedly, and quickly turned away.

When Shanglu sent the man to the hospital for examination and picked him up again, the sunset had already risen in the sky, and the billowing clouds looked like the cheeks of a girl with rouge.Du Hengan sat quietly in the co-pilot, with a little glow on his face, but rather shy.While waiting for the red light, Shang Lu raised his hand to caress Du Heng's side face, and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

After returning home, Shanglu cut some fruit and put it in front of Du Heng. He took a few pieces and fed them to Du Heng, and found some picture books for him. After sitting for a while, he went to work in the kitchen.Du Heng murmured in his heart, what kind of situation is this? Shang Lu has already carried his suitcase back to the room. Judging by the man's posture, he probably won't let him go easily.

After dinner, Shanglu tried the water temperature, and planned to take Du Heng to take a bath, but Du Heng refused to follow suit, he said angrily, "I didn't cut off my arms and legs, it's just a scratch. Do you think I'm paralyzed during this battle?" ?Shang Lu was silent, there seemed to be a dark look in his eyes, he seemed to have aphasia, and he was unwilling to speak.Du Heng looked at the back of the man leaving, and always felt as if he was being bullied. Shanglu was like a big lonely lion, with his tail drooping and flicking twice.

Du Heng lay on the bed, emptied himself with staring eyes, he finally noticed the man's scheme, when did this guy learn to pretend to be pitiful?Turning his head to look at Shanglu who was quietly reading a book, Du Heng felt like he was accidentally caught.

"Shanglu—" Du Heng called him in a dragged tone.

The man took off his gold-rimmed glasses and walked to the bed, "What's wrong? It hurts again?"

"Don't you think we should talk?"

Shang Lu seemed to avoid this matter very much, his mouth was unnaturally tight, but the moment he turned around, Du Heng grabbed his wrist.Du Heng didn't know what was on his mind, and he insisted on getting the answer, but in Shang Lu's view, it was just that he was determined to leave him. The man's face was not very good, and he finally sat down with his back to Du Heng in compromise.

"You... When did you start liking me?" It was a bit shameless to ask, but Du Heng didn't want to go around and play tricks with Shanglu, he was no match.

The man's back stiffened for a moment, but he soon relaxed. He said, "Did you not have the confidence to make me fall in love with you in two years?"

"Yeah." This compliment made Du Heng very helpful, "But you're lying!"

Shanglu's scalp was numb, and he had a bad premonition. Du Heng knelt up and slowly lay on the man's body, stroking Shanglu's chest with his hands along his shoulders, and finally stopped at his heart. Du Ruo." Du Heng deliberately stopped, and said into Shanglu's ear, "Stand-in? You lied to me for two years."

"So?" Shang Lu turned his face sideways, and the close distance made them smell each other.

"No reason!" Du Heng suddenly changed his face again, crossed his hands behind his head and pretended to sleep with the corners of his mouth raised.

Shang Lu's face was as sinking as water, and he looked at Du Heng probingly. After a while, he reached out and pinched his nose lightly, little fox!