【Kip】Silent cohabitation

Chapter 18

- Finally, they are not two poor people who have no feelings.What is there to envy in taking on the priesthood?

Putin finally guessed Kirilenko's next move.

Dim lights in the western restaurant, violin and piano concerto in the corner.

It is indeed commensurate, with the elegance in Kirilenko's bones.

Putin gently stopped Kirilenko's hand pulling the chair for him, gathered his coat and sat down on his own.

Kirilenko sat down opposite him.

The waiter brought the menu for the two of them. Putin opened it and looked at it twice. Feeling that he didn't understand, he closed it and handed it to Kirilenko.

Kirilenko pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, obviously pleased by this trust.

Putin can't read Kirilenko's eyes.

Peter Pan fell into the mortal world, with fireworks on his shoulders.

Eyes began to become explicit.

In general, it is a bad study.

It was Putin who realized that the times had indeed changed, and the restaurant manager even came over directly to ask if he needed a violinist during the meal.

Before Kirilenko could reply, Putin waved his hand in his extremely polite boyish way.

Boss, please don't laugh.

Putin bowed his head and pursed his lips in embarrassment, and sent a message to Kirilenko on his mobile phone.

[Why are you here? 】

【dislike? ] Kirilenko replied.

[It's not... just not used to it. 】

【Obviously I'm just shy. 】

Why did this person suddenly become so direct? It was completely different from the way he was evading cautiously before.

Putin was looking down at the emoticons in his mobile phone, what can stop Kirilenko from drinking fake wine.

The hot drinks arrived, Putin's hot milk tea and Kirilenko's black coffee.

Putin wrapped his hands around the cup to warm his knuckles in the cooling weather.

Kirilenko was sitting opposite, drinking coffee and playing with his mobile phone at the same time, as if he could do whatever he liked.

Man's heart, really, the sea needle.

Putin was bored and wandered through various posts, and after going around, he still had to return to Kirilenko's personal homepage, and kept refreshing his thumb up.

Kirilenko has been typing with his thumb on the opposite side, and Putin also wants to know whether he is writing or chatting with someone.

I still secretly hope that he is just rushing to draft.

This western restaurant is really worthy of being criticized. When Putin was finally bored enough to search for the name of the restaurant on the Internet, all the comments on the Internet were that the food was extremely slow.

Kirilenko's mobile phone hands have also changed from two hands to one hand.

Putin swiped the page back to Kirilenko's homepage.

Brush out a new dynamic.

A god becomes a god because there are people who believe in him.

The reason why Peter Pan is Peter Pan is that there are always wonderful fairies who can do anything by his side.

But if you don't grow up, you will never understand love.

The fairy also moved Fanxin, and the gold powder sprinkled Peter Pan's face and lips.

If not, why did he bring him to the world.

It may pay for the clarity of the eyes, but at least they are not two poor people without feelings.

Blame you too beautiful.

Putin suddenly had a black question mark, and felt that this dynamic seemed to criticize me.

While typing, Kirilenko raised his eyes to peek at Putin opposite him, typed and deleted the words in his hand, and changed and changed the selection of the dynamic picture.

Kirilenko suddenly became thin-skinned on the four words "I like you", and began to look for some subtle ways to express it.

For example, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

That is the fairy who is secretly playing tricks.

The human heart is a wonderful thing, no matter how absurdly conveyed.

You'll always know he's talking about you.

Putin, a literary youth, can't read the words "I like you".

Just as I put down my phone and wanted to say something, the restaurant finally served the food at an untimely moment.

Putin watched Kirilenko lower his head and fiddle with the tableware, and suddenly felt that the pink-haired man was very close to him, as if he was the Patrick doll beside his bed.

Maybe it's because I have guessed his mind many times in a row today.

Two people, aren't they both in the mood of children.

Putin also bought several pairs of canvas shoes to replace his own pedals.

After the food was finished, there was no need to sit any longer, and the two of them paid directly and left.

Naturally, he didn't go home so early.

Naturally, it is also necessary to go for a walk.

Putin lagged behind, watching Kirilenko's back.He began to think about some practical issues, maybe Kirilenko has a thick back, maybe it's the biting cool night wind, or maybe it's the heavy traffic on the road beside him.

The era has indeed opened up, but that is the macro picture. Kirilenko has family, friends, and a job, and he is still considered a half-public figure. Putin involuntarily fell into the quagmire of inferiority complex again.

Kirilenko walked for a while and found that there was no movement in his back. He turned around and grabbed Putin's neck with his long arms, leading him forward, wrapping around his shoulders and walking side by side.

Kirilenko noticed that the boy's eyes began to dodge again.

Pressing the top of the person's head and kissing the forehead of the loved one.

Counsel, Putin thought, kissing and kissing are all kisses on the head.Putin wanted to look away.

Then he was kissed on the mouth, and his head was still sucked at an angle in a wicked way.

No, Putin found that he hadn't guessed Kirilenko.

The man deliberately sprayed all his breath on the boy's face.

"My parents are still abroad, I have no friends, I don't have a high-level job, and I have nothing to worry about."

On the contrary, it was obvious that he himself was guessed by Kirilenko.

No one can remember whether they held hands or went home.

It was just that Kirilenko shared Leslie Cheung's "Blame You Too Beautiful" to fans that night.

Putin wrote a short essay assignment,

I used to never understand why a hero is a hero,

If the hero escapes, who will save the world.

If the hero saves the world, then who will save the hero.

Maybe both are beauties.

-TBC