low return

Chapter 13

It was a long time after Luo Ying went in that he saw Yu Mingming, but the latter had been staring at him for a long time with eyes like arrows.

Luo Ying felt a little guilty when Yu Mingming looked at him. He knew that he didn't look normal now, so he dressed himself like Duan Jin when he went out.

He bravely walked over and sat down beside Yu Mingming.

"What are you doing?" Yu Mingming looked like he had seen a ghost, "You are fucking peacock."

Luo Ying looked around and didn't see the person he was looking for, so he answered him absent-mindedly: "Don't make such a fuss."

Yu Mingming pointed at his trousers: "I asked you to wear these trousers before, didn't you say you were rheumatoid?"

"Healed up." Luo Ying squinted her eyes, trying to take a closer look.

Yu Mingming saw that there was something wrong with this person, so he stopped asking, and turned his head ninety degrees to the right: "The person is over there."

Luo Ying looked in this direction and finally saw Zhou Zeyao.

There was a glass of whiskey that hadn't been drunk by anyone on the table. Luo Ying thought about it, and was about to pick it up, but was stopped by Yu Mingming: "Alcohol allergies are also cured?"

Luo Ying dodged the opponent's hand and took a sip, with a spicy taste echoing in her throat: "Just one sip, it's fine."

He has to be bold.

Although in the past period of time, he has done countless psychological constructions for himself, and some of them have chatted on WeChat, but he wants to do more things tonight, and now he is still a little timid at the moment .

Yu Mingming thoughtfully handed him a glass of Baileys mixed with milk: "If you want to lick it, lick this one, don't drink something with high alcohol content, and don't drink what others give you."

Luo Ying took it and took a sip, his tongue was so sweet that it made him feel tired, reminding him of the kiss he stole.

Zhou Zeyao untied the cuffs of his shirt impatiently, and leaned against him in another position.He basically didn't touch alcohol tonight. He drank a little too much a while ago, and his stomach pain was a little frequent. He planned to rest for a while these days, but after all, he was a friend returning to China, so he had to come.

"Really not playing?" The person next to him asked him.

He shook his head.

"If you say anything, the disease can be cured, and the brothers will help you find a way." The questioner put his arms around his shoulders.

Zhou Zeyao laughed out loud and kicked the opponent's leg: "I'll fuck you."

The kicked person wiped the ashes in pain: "Then what are you trying to do, you have been like a Buddha for half a year."

Zhou Zeyao refreshed his WeChat once, but there was no new news. He locked the screen and said casually, "There are more interesting ones."

Although Zhou Zeyao had expressed his wishes to them in advance, the friends who had just returned to China did not know about his recent situation, thinking that everyone was just refusing on the surface, and the arrangements were clear.

Several friends left with each other, and Zhou Zeyao was left playing with his mobile phone without saying a word. A boy sat next to him. He looked very small, but he showed no signs of timidity.

The boy waited patiently for him to speak, and finally couldn't hold back for a while, and asked, "Brother."

Zhou Zeyao didn't raise his head: "Say it."

The boy sat closer: "What shall we play?"

"What do you know how to play?" Zhou Zeyao asked him back.

"Anything." The boy leaned into his ear and said.

"Are you an adult?" Zhou Zeyao glanced at him.

"I'm twenty, but I'm small. They like me to walk this way. I often pretend to be a little milk dog." The boy smiled, "A real dog."

"Okay," Zhou Zeyao finally put away his phone, "Let's just play with this."

The boy pursed his lips excitedly.

"Do you know that dogs in foreign countries can help people buy newspapers?" Zhou Zeyao said while taking out two banknotes, "We will play this way today. You go out and help me buy a pack of cigarettes, and then go play ball by yourself. "

It's still a little inappropriate for a person to be alone on this occasion. Zhou Zeyao waited for half an hour and still didn't get his cigarettes. He sighed, and it turns out that foreign people are more spiritual, and domestic people are more tempered.

He did what he had to do, and Zhou Zeyao sent a message to his friend, preparing to go home.

Suddenly a hand reached out to his ear, and threw a bag of soft drinks onto the table.

Yo, wronged him.

But he picked up the pack of cigarettes and found that it had been opened.

He turned around suspiciously, and found Luo Ying standing next to him, holding the taken cock in his mouth, he raised his chin to signal him.

Although the light was behind him, Zhou Zeyao still saw that Luo Ying was different from before from beginning to end today, and he suddenly thought of the word just now, little milk dog.

How can you describe Brother Ying like that, disrespectful and disrespectful.

He smiled and said to Luo Ying: "Want me to give you some?"

Luo Ying nodded.

When Zhou Zeyao was lighting a cigarette, he noticed a strange flush on Luo Ying's face, and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"A little bit," Luo Ying said, "What are you guys playing?"

"Little milk dog game," Zhou Zeyao replied, "Do you want to play with me?"

Luo Ying was silent for half a second, then nodded.

"Okay," Zhou Zeyao raised his head towards him, "Then give me a kiss."

Luo Ying didn't move.

"Why, didn't I dare when I was awake?" Zhou Zeyao asked.

Of course he was conscious that day. Although he had a splitting headache and was exhausted from the fever, he was not sleepy at all at that time. The more tired he was, the clearer his consciousness became.

When Luo Ying kissed, he really wanted to open his eyes and see the other person's expression, but Luo Ying kissed so carefully, he didn't want to spoil this effort.

Luo Ying looked a little stunned.Zhou Zeyao sighed slightly, he didn't expect that the other party was still so underdeveloped in this respect, and he might still be too direct.He beckoned, motioning for Luo Ying to sit beside him.

"Brother Ying, you can't even play, why are you here?"

Luo Ying didn't answer him immediately, took a long puff of cigarette, and then slowly said, "I'm here to confess my love."

Zhou Zeyao raised his eyebrows: "And then?"

"No then," Luo Ying didn't look at him, but just stared straight at the unpacked pack of cigarettes on the table, "That man is still playing the little milk dog game with others."