ah!
After tossing and turning for an hour, Mo Zechuan fainted from the pain.
When I woke up again, my whole body ached as if it had been run over by a truck.
He didn't even bother to raise his hands, staring at the ceiling for a long time.
"Still alive?" Xu Jing brought over a bowl of steaming hot noodles and ate it expressionlessly while sitting on the recliner next to him.
"Bastard." Mo Zechuan shouted until his voice was hoarse. Now even his throat was leaking air, not to mention other things.
When he thought of the madness that raged last night, he wanted to crush him like a bee.
Especially when he saw Xiao Zhou eating without any conscience, Mo Zechuan was immersed in a low-pressure atmosphere and wanted to transform into a complete evil form and completely tear the conscienceless Xiao Zhou to pieces.
"Don't hate me, it's fruitless." Xu Jing happily finished his noodles and said calmly, "I don't have money, nor a phone to call a private doctor for you. You can decide what to eat and what to use as you wish. I won't accompany you."
As he said that, he threw the charged phone to him and walked away with the bowl.
"Come back." Mo Zechuan's face was as dark as ink, so gloomy that it was unbearable to look at.
"You've done so much and you're just going to walk away, aren't you?"
"Too irresponsible?" Xu Jing replied with a sneer, "Why are you arguing with a fool about responsibility? Didn't you say that you respected me when you came to me? Now I'm returning that sentence to you!"
Every word in the boomerang was so piercing that it made Mo Zechuan feel pain all over, and he felt mostly aggrieved.
He wanted to say something soft to ease the tension between the two, but Mr. Mo San had always believed that fists were the strongest since he was a child.
If you win, it's the other person who's embarrassed. If you lose, just accept your fate. There's nothing to worry about.
The only thing is that when it comes to love, it doesn't matter who has the bigger fist is right. He decided to give in for the sake of the rest of his life.
Bah, where did he get the rest of his life? He just gave in to someone he cared about temporarily.
Yes, that's it.
"Xiao Zhou." Mo Zechuan said in his cracked voice, "I was impulsive about what happened yesterday. I drank a little and my mind was not clear."
"You can curse people just because you're not sober?" Xu Jing was already packing up his belongings.
His clothes were torn, so he changed into the shirt that Mo Zechuan usually wore.
Mo Zechuan is 185cm tall, and Xu Jing is currently 178cm tall. He is still a bit thin, and the white shirt he wears is loose on him, making him look like a second-rate guy pretending to be elegant.
Let alone pants. Mo Zechuan was already very thin, and he was even thinner than him. His waist was a circle smaller, and the pants looked like a child wearing adult clothes. If it weren't for the belt, they would fall off after a few steps.
Inside...Xu Jing touched his face and felt helpless.
It seems that I have to follow the steps he gave me, otherwise people will laugh at me if I go out wearing this outfit.
He walked to Mo Zechuan and found a place to sit down.
"As for me, I don't want to bother with your bad temper, and you don't want to provoke me. Can't we just live in peace, Third Master?"
not good.
Mo Zechuan struggled to touch Xiao Zhou's waist. The shirt had made his waistline disappear, but now with the help of a stick, the waistline now suited his taste.
Hooking Xiao Zhou's waist, Mo Zechuan brought her towards himself.
"Oh, please slow down." Xu Jing was afraid that he would sprain his waist in a hurry and faint again.
He patted his shoulder and signaled him to be quiet.
It's rare to see him showing vulnerable emotions in front of a big shot.
His gaze lingered on the finger marks on his right cheek. In just two days, Mr. Mo San had been slapped twice.
If it were me, I would have killed him long ago. Why would I leave it until tomorrow?
Alas... it seems that he still has to be soft-hearted for once. Although Mr. Mo Sanye has a foul mouth and can't say anything good, but considering his handsome face, he still has to give in to him.
Xu Jing gently touched his injured face, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Does it still hurt?"
"Why does it hurt, old man? Hiss, be gentle."
Xiao Zhou softened his heart. It seems that soft words do have some effect.
Mo Zechuan also knew that he had a bad temper and did things without considering the consequences when he was angry.
The few hits he received were not as many as the punches Xiao Zhou received.
The child is still in the growth stage and is already thin. I'm afraid it will take a few days for him to recover after being punched a few times.
Thinking of this, he was about to strip Xiao Zhou's clothes. Xu Jing was startled and grabbed his hand and said, "What are you doing? Don't you think your lesson isn't enough? Why don't you try again?"
"Show me." Mo Zechuan unbuttoned the first button of his collar and saw Xiao Zhou's huge Adam's apple. He couldn't help swallowing.
If Xiao Zhou had not met with an accident, he would be an innocent college student now.
He was playing basketball vigorously in his uniform, his cheeks and body wet with sweat, revealing his beautiful curves. It was very exciting just thinking about it.
Xu Jing didn't notice his strange look, so he reluctantly let go of his hands and took off his shirt.
His cold white skin was beaten black and blue, and some parts were even scratched and bleeding. Fortunately, the wounds have healed, otherwise he would not be able to go out and see people.
After seeing his injuries, Mo Zechuan lost all his thoughts. He touched his wound and said, "Why don't you shout?"
If he had been called, he wouldn't have been so harsh. He still cared about Xiao Zhou.
Now he should be thankful that Xiao Zhou stopped him last night, otherwise his face would have been beaten into a pig's head in his impulsiveness.
When Mo Zechuan thought of the handsome man being beaten into a pig's head, he felt a little guilty.
He rubbed his wound, a hint of pain in his eyes. "Are you an idiot? You don't cry when you should. You cry when you shouldn't. I really can't stand you."
"It's okay. You're still young and not afraid of being beaten."
Mo Zechuan glared at him and patted him on the back. "Next time, I'll treat you to a medium-rare steak. I'll teach you a lesson."
What the hell?
He put his ear close to his mouth and said with a smile: "Say it again, why didn't I understand?"
Mo Zechuan said a few words that made Xu Jing blush and his heart beat fast. Even a veteran could not help but get angry and embarrassed.
Just as she was about to leave, Mo Zechuan grabbed her hand. "Be good and come up with me and lie down for a while."
"You can't lie down after eating." Xu Jing said with a smile: "You said that yesterday."
"It's okay to lean on me, and chat with me." Mo Zechuan had no appetite to eat, and just wanted to please the little guy. If he could please the little guy, he would naturally take advantage of him.
"Okay." Xu Jing took off his pants, walked around to his right side, lifted the quilt and lay down.
He took the initiative to move closer to Mo Zechuan and let him hold him. His well-behaved and sensible appearance made Mo Zechuan like him more and more, and he hugged him and kissed him.
"Ouch, don't spit on my face." Xu Jing wiped his face with the sleeve of his clothes in dissatisfaction, with a look of disgust.
"I don't mind you smelling like cooking fumes, but you're the one who's disgusted with me."
"Want to fight?" Xu Jing shook his little arm and said proudly: "I won yesterday."
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