With the suitcase in the lead, Wang Jue really made a way for Wen'ai in the dense crowd. Although the process was arduous, it was Wang Jue who was affected by sweating. Wen Ai sat on the squeezed box. , Like a bumper car, kind of fun.

Squeezing through the long and narrow entrance, the field of vision suddenly opened up, and the calm face of Qiuluan Ancient Town brought the world into another world. The town is full of old-style wooden buildings, with red lanterns hanging in front of the door, and rows of delicate carved windows on the second floor. A narrow creek passed by, and the awning boat swayed to the depths of the town leisurely, dragging a white trace on the water. Here, time seems to slow down.

Wen Ai's eyes turned round and round, and the fresh scenery was almost lost, and the impatientness on his face was about to overflow.

"Want to play?" Wang Jue saw that he was in high spirits, and he simply held the two suitcases in one hand, and held him in the other. "Walk around, go shopping for a while, let's not rush to the inn."

After discovering that they had separated from them, the guide boy had been waiting at the street. After waiting for a long time, he finally saw the two break through the crowd from the crowd, and started a tricycle to take them back to the inn. Who knew he would lower his head and insert the car key. , The two turned around and ran to the shop on the street.

"Baba" blew the horn twice, and before it reached the ears of the two of them, it was drowned out by the noise of the street. The boy sighed and was about to take out his cell phone to call them. Wang Jue remembered this, and looked back on the tricycle not far away and found the boy’s location. He gestured to him to go back first, and then turned his head to lead. He plunged into the crowd with his own baby.

From noon to night, the two of them walked and stopped all the way, shopping and eating, Wen Ai was satisfied, Wang Jue was too tired to be an adult, dragging two big boxes, not to mention, just protecting Wen who was jumping everywhere. Aibie was bothered by being knocked and squeezed, not to mention having to buy food and play in the queue. But even though it's not adult-like, it's also fun.

After dark, there were fewer tourists in the town. Walking in relatively secluded streets, the sound of suitcase rollers running over bluestone slabs was particularly harsh.

Wen Ai walked briskly in front, Wang Jue's footsteps followed slightly behind. There are some milk tea shops and coffee shops sparsely in this narrow street, one of them is decorated in a literary style, and there is a faint sound of music. Floating in the night breeze.

Wen Ai gnawed the sugar painting in his hand, and suddenly stopped as he walked.

"Tired?" Wang Jue walked to him, taking advantage of being no one around, and licking his soft face, "Hey, the inn is not far away. Hold on for a while."

Wen Ai still didn't step on his feet, his eyes lit up in the night: "You listen to you, you can sing so well, I want to check it out!"

Below the ladder at the feet of the two is the source of the singing. Let's clean up the family. If this goes down, it will be Wen Ai's current mental head. Don't even think about it in an hour. Wang Jue shook, and the exhaustion that had accumulated all day quickly took over his limbs, and sat on the suitcase: "Walking? I sat in the car all morning and wandered non-stop for the whole afternoon. I’m afraid you’re tired, I’ll be here today, I’ll sleep in the inn, and I’ll accompany you tomorrow."

He put it euphemistically, and Wen Ai was very confused about the style: "I am not tired, hurry up, and I will finish singing any further delays."

Wen Ai is really not tired. Wang Jue was dragged by his clothes, and he slid forward with two boxes weighing several tens of kilograms. When he reached the steps, he was still pulling down.

"Really good!" Wang Jue pressed his feet down and stepped on the ground hard, stopping at the edge of the steps with a sudden stop, "Little ancestor, I have been waiting for a day, can you allow me to get tired?"

Wen Ai tried to tug again, but Wang Jue didn't move at all, and the soles of his shoes were firmly on the ground. With his tickle strength, Wang Jue couldn't be moved by a few more.

"Let's take a look, soon." Wen Ai turned around, bent his neck to touch Wang Jue's forehead affectionately, and looked at him with black grape-like eyes, his eyes soft and silently coquettish. Come.

Wang Jue was very useful. Slowly touched one hand up Wen Ai's thigh, and lightly scratched the plump buttocks. The palms were soft and elastic. Then he moved up and stopped at the back of the waist. After a few strokes, Wen Ai suddenly pressed into his arms, clinging to himself.

Wen Ai was caught off guard and whispered.

Wang Jue raised his face slightly, and his lips seemed to rub Wen Ai's lips imperceptibly, and said with a calm voice full of masculine charm: "I really want to go now?"

Wen Ai's ears were crisp, bad food, he wanted to use his appearance advantages to confuse the enemy, but how can the flirting skills be higher than this seventh-generation old gangster, before he was out of the teacher, he was confused and cuddled up. The only thing they know is nodding in their arms.

Wang Jue's heart moved: "Then baby, OK? I'll sit here and wait for you."

Wen Ai immediately hugged him tightly: "No."

"Don't you want to go by yourself?"

Wen Ai buried a small face in Wang Jue's neck: "I want to go with my brother."

"Brother is tired." Wang Jue had a deep smile in his eyes. "Brother accompany him and go to the bar. Which one do you want?"

Wen Ai let out a disappointed "Woo", rubbing his head on his shoulders, and the strong dependence was like the substance, lingering around Wang Jue: "Don't go, I want my brother to accompany him."

Sure enough, no matter how big the arrogance and arrogance in daily life are, Wen Ai is still the docile and clingy little milk cat. Since childhood, it has been held in the palm of Wang Juezhen's hands all the time. Feelings have affected the construction of his entire cognitive system and character shaping, making him pure, kind, and soft. Like Wang Jue, it has become his biggest habit subtly. Although it is not like Wang Jue's direct and enthusiastic expression anytime and anywhere, it is integrated into his every movement, every glimpse of his eyes, and every act of coquettish, in a reserved and reserved silence. Flowing.

Wang Jue had already figured out the inside and out of this little cat, so he spared no effort to spoil him, and enjoy this kind of special affection happily.

Wang Jue held the warm body in his arms, and his heart was about to warm up, and the spirit of going down was reinvigorated, thinking that there was nothing else in this life.

Wang Jue should take Wen Ai to the Qing Dynasty. He didn't think about it at the beginning of the game. It was purely emotional and thirsty just now, and it needs to be moisturized by a good baby. In other words, it is the pain of idle eggs.

Wen Ai didn't think he was being teased. Once he didn't think much of it, Wang Jue changed his mind and he followed happily; second, his attention was drawn to the stage as soon as he entered the door.

A big sunny boy sits alone in the center, with a guitar on his lap, his fingers flicking the strings at will, his lips opening and closing unhurriedly, and a steady stream of soft ballads fills the entire Qing.

Choosing a table close to the stage, Wang Jue ordered a glass of watermelon juice for Wen Ai, ordered a cold beer, and drank two sips after blowing off the foam. He leaned against the sofa and saw Wen Ai support him. Xiaoqian listened attentively, stretched out his arm and turned the other's face to face him: "If you can't listen to your ears, it's over. Come and come, put your eyes here."

Wen Ai broke away from his clutches, turned his face and looked back at the stage: "This song is very melancholy, I see you can't enter the scene."

"Dare to love me looking like a sketch?" Wang Jue smiled and fell back on the sofa, "Come on, as long as you are happy when you look at me, I and Pan Changjiang will have the same face..."

After a hard day, Wang Jue was trapped in a soft sofa, the air conditioner was cool and dry, and listening to soothing music, the tiredness that had been dormant just now surfaced again, he raised his hand to cover the dim light above his eyes. After humming a few words, his voice gradually became weaker and weaker: "...Don't say it, the young man sang a bit interestingly...not as half dead as you used to be, with a breath of life left...sounding..."

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It sounds very energetic and makes people feel that life is very promising. Although it is a divorce song, the emotions are appropriately adjusted, not to groan, and at the same time sing melancholy.

However, Wang Jue is really sleepy right now, except for the high song that hits every time, everything is a lullaby. Being lingered by the soft melody for a moment, a certain part of his brain collapsed and his consciousness sank.

Not only did he fall asleep, but Wang Jue also had a bizarre dream. In the dream, he and Wen Ai returned to the mission world, but their identities were reversed. He became a bully, and Wen Ai became the one destined to be bullied. But he was so happy that, apart from anything else, Wen Ai was tied up, locked in a dark room, and bullied every day. But Wen Ai did not become a little poor kid crying and begging for mercy as he expected, instead he became blind and happy. Seeing that the task could not be completed, Wang Jue was anxious. Wen Ai laughed at him when he saw him in a hurry. Wang Jue was anxious and shouted: "What are you laughing at?"

With this shout, his body bounced like a spring, his eyes suddenly opened automatically, and he abruptly pulled himself out of his dream.

Wen Ai and Cheng Xuyang were chatting happily next to him. He was startled. Seeing that his eyes were still dreaming, he pushed the beer over to him and said, "It's just right to wake up, you know, we The inn booked was opened by Brother Xiaocheng, and he will take us back later."

Wang Jue took a sip of cold beer and was completely awake-he took great pains to complete the task in his dream and tried his best to "bully" Wen Ai when people were talking and laughing with the singer just now. A man's heart is more like a needle in the sea than a woman, and Wang Jue's heart is suddenly a little subtle, as if he is really green.

Cheng Xuyang smiled and nodded at him: "Just call me Xiaocheng."

While Wang Jue briefly introduced himself, he looked at each other calmly. He was a handsome, standard guy. The green temperament of a high school student had not yet faded, and the corners of his mouth were naturally upturned, looking friendly and sunny.

"It's really heavy." Cheng Xuyang tried to carry the two large suitcases that were put aside, "You are so kind to your brother. You carry so many things for an afternoon shopping."

Little brother?

Wang Jue raised his eyebrows and glanced aside, Wen Ai buried his head and dared not look at him.

"No way, I have to pamper myself." Wang Jue moved his shoulders carelessly, as if he had to change to a comfortable posture when he fell asleep, and moved closer to Wen Ai without a trace. Wen Ai noticed his intention. As soon as he lifted his ass, Wang Jue grabbed the small thing that was guilty and timid and dared to run into his arms: "You said to yourself, is it the reason?"

Wen Ai's ears were hot, and he didn't have the face to look at other people's reactions. His head was almost buried in his collar.

Cheng Xuyang was surprised for a moment, then cast his eyes down quickly to cover the past. In fact, he vaguely guessed something inside while chatting with Wen Ai. After all, the little idiot Wen Ai, when he mentioned Wang Jue, there was an inexplicable ambiguity in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he spoke casually. Those minutiae from the trip, take it out and ask, who is not so considerate of you in a bed? But Cheng Xuyang didn't expect Wang Jue to be so... so unscrupulous, he didn't shy away from the eyes of others, and was honest and honest.

He behaved so naturally and as it should be. It seems that he and Wen Ai are just a pair of ordinary lovers, not a rebellious alien. The secular prejudice that is generally suppressed by a jack, confronts his flamboyant attitude, only those who have been dialed back. Serving.

Wen Ai sat obediently on Wang Jue’s lap and said nothing. Thanks to eating so much, he has a long memory. Wang Jue is a hard stone without skin and face. In broad daylight, the heavens and the sky have no binding force on him. This egg is his own. Don't hit it and splash it all over. If you follow Wang Jue, you will only lose your current face. If you don't follow Wang Jue, ten more faces will not be enough to lose.

Holding the well-behaved Bo'er, Wang Jue didn’t make any extra moves. He chatted with Cheng Xuyang: “Today, a person was sent from the inn to pick him up. He was about the same size and tall as you. We asked him to go back first. I'm sorry to make him run in vain."

"It's okay." Cheng Xuyang withdrew from his meditation, "You mean Brother Xiao, isn't it fair skin?"

"Yes, that's him." Wen Ai was very active when talking about his fellow monsters, and almost missed his mouth, "How did he get to your house? Hmm... I don't think he is genetically similar to you, are you relatives?"

"It's a long story, and the story is a bit complicated. Now he is helping in the inn for the time being." Cheng Xuyang said in a few words the same as they didn't. Wang Jue and Wen Ai also knew that they were interested in not asking any more, and they turned to talk about the fun and taste of ancient town There is still some anecdotal history in the place.

After talking about it, Cheng Xuyang looked at the time: "I have to sing two songs before leaving. Are you going to sit down for a while and wait for me to lead the way, or?"

Wen Ai finally yawned for the first time since getting up today and moistened his eyelashes: "Go back, I'm a little sleepy."

When finally entering the brightly lit lobby of Guyue Inn, Wen Ai half-closed his eyes and fell asleep. After finishing the check-in procedures, Wen Ai was completely asleep and unconscious. Wang Jue couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to hold him upstairs.

The room was booked before Wenyi, and I booked two rooms with precautions. Wang Jue thanked the little Er who helped carry the luggage, locked the door, and came to the bed. Wen Ai held the quilt and pulled up a snore. When Wang Jue saw his cuteness, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily and bent down. I squeezed his nose and rubbed his tender face: "Little Guwa, I slept so hard, I don't know if I was stolen and sold in the middle of the night, so I'm defending me."

Wen Ai grumbled, trying to get rid of the evil hand, but instead of getting rid of it, he was caught.

When Wen Ai was a child, the cat’s claw was like a plump big dot, and the meat pad was soft and waxy. He especially liked stepping on Wang Jue’s palm. Wang Jue couldn’t help but kissed a small paw. For the first time, I was stunned by Wen Ai, and kept his posture halfway through playing motionless. After a while, he meowed at him twice and tentatively raised his paw. Wang Jue immediately understood, and caught another arrogant mouth. .

Ever since Wen Ai was able to control the transformation, he rarely changed back to the original small group of cats. Of course, the culprit was Wang Jue, the **** who loved to round him. At this moment, Wang Fuqiu grabbed Wen Ai's hand and couldn't help but sigh, when will the baby be happy to change back.

Wen Ai was always unable to withdraw his hand, frowning and seeing that he was about to make grievances. Wang Jue was most reluctant to do this. He kissed on the back of his hand and got up to pack the box.

Summer vacation is the peak tourist season, the people living in the inn change every day, and the room supplies are sometimes not updated in time. Wang Jue called and asked for two bath towels, and soon someone knocked on the door. Once opened, Cheng Xuyang stood outside.

Wang Jue took the things, and when he saw his forehead, he asked, "I just came back?"

"As soon as you walked to the lobby, you made the call." Cheng Xuyang smiled and waved, "If you need anything you need, we will do it, so I won't bother you to rest."

After speaking, he turned and disappeared at the top of the stairs. Before Wang Jue closed the door, he heard the boss's wife's capable voice from the stairwell: "It's over? You are going, you are looking for you."

"Who's looking for--oh!" Cheng Xuyang seemed to be hit by the boss.

"Little bunny, who else is looking for you! Brother Xiao!"

Cheng Xuyang seemed to be happily beaten, and he responded and walked away briskly.

Wang Jue stood at the door and shook his head. He didn't know if Cheng Xuyang knew that Brother Xiao and him were not the same species. It seemed to be a very complicated story.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Jue was still asleep, and was suddenly hammered in the chest. Judging from this familiar strength, it was the little ancestor who woke up.

"What's the matter, baby?" Wang Jue didn't open his eyes in a daze, turned over and put Wen Ai into his arms, "It's still early, lie down for a while."

"Get up!"

Hearing his voice trembled, Wang Jue froze in his heart, his eyes opened immediately, and he saw Wen Ai crying and staring at him aggrievedly.

"What's the matter?" Wang Jue hurriedly touched him, "Baby, what's wrong?"

As soon as he touched his thigh, Wang Jue burst into a horrible cry in his ear, and Wen Ai pushed him hard: "It hurts--! You still touch it!"

Wang Jue sat up and lifted the quilt, and checked his legs: "Let me see."

Wen Ai endured the pain and grinned and sat up and covered the quilt: "Did you take advantage of me to fall asleep last night, last night... I have pain from my feet to my waist now!"

Wang Jue was stunned for a moment, and after guessing that part of Wen Ai's unspeakable words, he forcibly smiled and said, "Well, I raped you while you were sleeping.

Wen Ai was caught off guard by his sudden frankness, and sighed in his throat. He hadn't figured out what he wanted to scold, so he could only say faintly and arrogantly: "You are dirty..."

Wang Jue smiled so that his shoulders were shaking like a sieve, and his hands shook to untie Wen Ai's trousers, "Come here, brother take a look."

Wen Ai clutched his **** and refused to show it, Wang Jue laughed and fell on his belly: "Baby, what am I going to do, do you think you will only have pain in the lower body?"

He reluctantly smiled, slipped a hand into Wen Ai's coat, found the little one, and teased it gently: "What does it feel like? Huh? Does it hurt?"

Wen Ai squeezed his face flushed and looked at him pitifully: "But my **** hurts so much, my legs hurt so much, I can't move."

Wang Jue kissed him affectionately on the forehead: "Don't be afraid, I will show you first."

Wen Ai usually exercises very little, and since the beginning of summer, he has been squatting at home for a long time. Yesterday, he was alive and kicking. The amount of exercise burst on the table and his energy was exhausted. Today, the muscles became sore afterwards, and they were violent. Compared with the past, there is nothing less than it.

It seems that I can’t go out today. Wen Ai slumped on the bed, and Wang Jue was also on the bed as a 24-hour escort. Wen Ai looked depressed. Wang Jue wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to laugh. He was determined to hit the ancestor’s muzzle with a smile. , He was about to turn his face immediately and had no choice but to always restrain it.

Wen Ai snorted: "Laugh if you want to. Don't be asthmatic!"

"Oh, the baby is wronged. My brother doesn't smile, he just loves you." Wang Jue said as he said, but his expression of trying to collapse seemed to have been poked countless small holes, and smiles were vented everywhere, "Wait. After dinner, I will massage your acupoints, and I promise to go out tomorrow."

Wang Jue didn't speak big words, Wen Ai massaged and beaten his menstrual pain, dysmenorrhea, and took a hot bath. After waking up from a nap, most of the pain disappeared, and Wen Ai's frowning brows went away. Everyone.

Wang Jue took him to the corridor to look at the scenery. In the yard, a big fat cat was lazily basking in the sun, and the sparrow ran past indifferently. Wang Jue casually chatted: "At noon, I heard the master in the kitchen say that this cat is lazy. He doesn't do anything except eat and drink Lazard all day long. After throwing it several times, he ran back by himself and had to keep it."

Wen Ai: "..."

Wen Ai slept all afternoon and couldn't sleep at night. Seeing that Wang Jue was asleep, he went out to enjoy the cool. After Wang Jue massaged him in the afternoon, he drew a few first drafts and updated a Weibo. Fans were asking him why he didn't expose cats recently. Wang Jue looked back at Wen Ai who was stuck in the bed, and replied ambiguously: "It's going well now, goodbye bye."

I just didn't expect this fate to come so quickly.

Early the next morning, Wang Jue felt cold next to him. He didn’t see anyone in the room. The phone rang under the pillow when calling Wen Ai, and he didn’t think much about it. I guess the baby is hungry. The food went.

When Wang Jue went downstairs and walked through the backyard to the lobby, he saw the lazy cat of the kitchen master galloping, like a big ball of meat bouncing on the ground. In front of the big meat ball there was a small black meat ball running for his life, and Wang Juele said, "If you don't call it, you have already hit a blockbuster. Where can you get such a big mouse? If you didn't do it before, you were stepping on it?"

Before he finished speaking, the little black meat ball suddenly turned abruptly, ran toward him desperately, rushed to a nearby area, bounced straight into his arms, and rushed towards him at the same time. It was a familiar cat cry mixed with panic.

Wang Jue was cold all over, his instinct was faster than his thoughts, he quickly reached out his hand, his hand was heavy, and there was a warm and trembling meat dumpling.

"baby?"

The little black group moved and raised his head. His hair was so dirty that he couldn't see his nose and mouth. He had only a pair of big and round cat eyes, clearly full of grievances and dependence.