Drunk in love

Part 7

the teenager looked at him, and finally stopped his eyes on the small ravioli in his hand, and then took the plastic bag in one hand: "thank you, how much is it?"

why did he look back, vaguely recognizing that this seemed to be a male actor who had recently become popular, not yet twenty years old, his skin was so tender that he could pinch out the water, and his body still had the thin green of a teenager, and he wore a pair of water-mill jeans, lining his legs slender. just standing there is like glowing.

why calmly said: "46." "

oh, wait a minute." the boy turned back to get the money, and after a while, he came out with his wallet and drew fifty for him: "don't look for it." why

didn't say anything, took the money and turned around and left.

"who?" song juhan's voice came from the house.

"delivery." the teenager replied.

"takeaway? you ordered? "isn't

it the cold brother's point?" crab...... ravioli?

why did he walk as fast as possible to the elevator entrance, but he was still a step late, and song juhan's voice came from behind him: "why?" he

paused, then turned around.

song juhan frowned at him, then looked at the wontons again, and sneered: "what are you doing now?" "

deliver food." why said expressionlessly. <

song juhan frowned slightly, although the wind and waves on his face were calm, but he could still feel the man's hidden anger, he couldn't help but feel funny, he knew why, in addition to being in bed, usually rarely showed his emotions, he ticked his fingers: "come back." the boy poked

out a head, and his round, bright eyes wandered back and forth between them incomprehensibly.

why didn't move: "you have guests, get busy first." "

get you back." is this jealousy? he hadn't appreciated it enough.

he paused for two seconds and walked back.

the young man said, "brother han, who is he?"

song juhan ignored him, grabbed he's collar, leaned over to his face and sniffed: "it's okay, i haven't drunk too much." the teenager's

eyes widened. the tone was flirtatious and ambiguous, and it was definitely not an ordinary friendship.

he chong nodded and familiarly found the slippers in the shoe cabinet to change. song juhan's apartment he has come several times, song juhan also once wanted to give him the key, but he did not want, if there is a key, he may not be able to bear to run over every three or five minutes, people sometimes have insufficient self-control, they need some external force constraints, he does not want to give himself an illusion of "i can come to find song juhan at any time". in fact, over the years, six or seven times out of ten, song juhan took the initiative to find him, but the three or four of his initiative were only released when countless desires could no longer be suppressed.

the teenager looked at he gu with some trepidation, and still didn't seem to believe in the relationship between he gu and song juhan, the gap between these two people was like a simple and bleak porcelain and a brilliant diamond, and the diamond matched, the good villain should also be such a platinum or fancy treasure, how can not turn the porcelain. <

the teenager frowned and looked at song juhan, who did not think so.

after he entered the house, he did not even take off his coat, and he carried the small wontons into the kitchen with a familiar way, poured them into two bowls, and then brought them out and put them on the table: "i have eaten, you eat." song juhan