Chapter 265: Extra "Fascinated by Shanghai" (III)

He Yu stayed at Xie Qingcheng's house for a few days, and the trouble started to show.

"Xie Qingcheng, why doesn't this light have a smart light change?"

"It's just a regular incandescent light, it's not smart."

"So ......"

After a while--

"Xie Qingcheng, I'm not very good at using this coffee machine at home."

"...... doesn't have a coffee maker at home."

"Isn't this one?"

Xie Qingcheng went over to take a look, "...... This is a vintage craft ornament that Xie Xue bought, can't you see it doesn't have a plug."

"What about my desire for coffee."

Xie Qingcheng handed him his cell phone, "Order takeout."

He Yu then happily played with Xie Qingcheng's cell phone for half a day, but mainly changed his notes on the phone to "husband," and didn't order coffee.

Just a little while longer ......

"Xie Qingcheng, how do you turn on the gas?"

"You twist it." Xie Qingcheng is reading a book, not raising his head.

"Screw where?"

"Just the red one, push it down and twist it."

He Yu then stood in front of the stove and studied it from side to side, cautiously testing it, and finally--

"Barely - click!"

The stove emitted a deathly wail and strange cry, Xie Qingcheng suddenly put down his book and got up to rush over, and saw He Yu holding the old stove knob in his hand that had already been twisted off by him, frowning, "This thing doesn't stand up to use."

He looked back at Xie Qingcheng with innocent almond eyes: "Brother Xie, you haven't changed the gas stove in a few years."

"......" Xie Qingcheng felt the back of his neck jutting out, his blood pressure slightly high, but still said, "Forget it. I'll find someone to change it this afternoon."

"Then at noon ......"

"Take you out for lunch."

So at noon that day, Xie Qingcheng took He Yu out to a restaurant.

But today was not a holiday, and Xie Qingcheng was not in the habit of spending a lot of money, so he just found a small roadside store and went in.

He Yu look, ho, look familiar, this is not his New Year's Eve shivering Huainan beef noodle soup that store?

"Boss lady, two bowls of beef noodle soup, with crispy pancakes."

Xie Qingcheng scanned the code and paid at the noisy cash register, only to hear a loud "Alipay payment - twenty-eight yuan," and his hosts had paid about twenty dollars for their lunch.

If this were before, the noble Mr. He would have turned his face away, but today is not the same as in the past, Mr. He happily found a small broken stool and sat down, dismantled the two disposable chopsticks, and he is quite clean, ran to receive two cups of hot water to shabu-shabu chopsticks tip.

Xie Qingcheng came back after paying and saw that he was poorly preaching there, so he said, "It's not much use, it's just a psychological comfort."

But Mr. He felt that it was good to have a psychological comfort, and he still stubbornly fought with the four wooden sticks there.

This moment is different from New Year's Eve, when that beef soup store was miserable and cold, with only the boss's wife, who had fallen into the eye of the money, persistently standing in the cold wind. He Yu, an oddball customer, sits there, and no one will look at him sideways, no matter how well he preaches.

But now, this small store is crowded with simple and honest working class, the office of the Wang brother Zhao sisters are waiting anxiously to carry away the packaged beef soup, and the evil capitalist Mr. He, is slowly and methodically with 85 degrees Celsius did not reach the free hot water there to shabu-disposable chopsticks, attracted many waiting for food to play workers wide-eyed stares.

Xie Qingcheng felt his blood pressure shoot upward that much more.

A young girl in overalls couldn't help but whisper to her coworker, both eyes hovering suspiciously over He Yu's outfit.

"Yes ...... is definitely fake."

"If his shoes are real, how can he come to eat at a stall like this ......"

"The young man looked quite handsome how to wear fake ah, alas, now the boys do not so vain it ......"

The vain He Yu finished shabu-shabuing the chopsticks and handed them to Xie Qingcheng with a smile, "Here, you can use this."

Little girl: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, and he pleases the leader."

Coworker: "How do you know that's his leader?"

"That man is well-dressed, a poker face, at first sight, it's just la, leaders are like that, very good at squeezing fresh graduates, will soon drain people dry, just like our director ......"

Window called their number, lunch break time is limited, the two girls hurriedly carry takeout away, while walking also frequently look back at the pair of "very good at squeezing fresh graduates of the boss and love vain to please the leader of the subordinates to be squeezed".

Xie Qingcheng couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch the back of his neck, only to feel his head hurt even more.

That wasn't all - that afternoon, Xie Qingcheng received a phone call from HUMC asking him to go to the school to complete some reinstatement processes.

Xie Qingcheng wasn't too worried about He Yu being home alone, and before he left, he taught the young bourgeois boss, who was rotten to the core, how to use the old-fashioned TV, the stove with the kettle, and reintroduced him to all the switches and buttons and remotes in the house to make sure that He Yu didn't die of thirst, electricity, or boredom before he drove out of Stormy Lane.

The reinstatement process was successful, I was just too busy and missed several calls.

In the evening, when Xie Qingcheng finished a pile of documents ready to go home, he took out his muted cell phone and swept a glance -

Missed calls 5

Contact: Husband

Xie Qingcheng: "?"

Xie Qingcheng : ".................."

I think I know who changed this note. Xie Qingcheng felt that his nerves, which had been hurting for a day, were jumping again, but this is nothing now, and changing it back later is just a matter of changing it back, the key problem is that these five phone calls mean that He Yu should have had an emergency to find him at that time.

He called back immediately, having finished thinking of a hundred and eighty things He Yu had gotten himself into while he was on hold.

"Hello, Brother Xie." While thinking of the one hundred and eighty-first woe, the call went through and He Yu's voice came out of the phone.

Hurray, that sounds pretty normal.

Xie Qingcheng was slightly relieved, "You called several times after three in the afternoon, what happened?"

"Oh, nothing, just wanted to ask you how come there's no hot water in the bathroom today, but it's sorted now - ah-choo!"

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment, "...... have a cold?"

Listening closely one could indeed hear the youth's nasal voice from the cell phone, He Yu's voice was slightly hoarse and he smiled and hmmm'd, "Well, caught a bit of a chill."

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a few seconds, "Did you find the water heater switch before you took a shower, you have to wait about half an hour for the water to heat up."

"What? So this is it." He Yu was slightly surprised, "I thought they all had hot water straight away, I've never used this style before, no wonder--Ajo!!!"

"...... So how do you take a shower."

He Yu looks like a naive Sa Moye who still flunked his dog competition exam after trying for a long time, and can be heard over the airwaves laughing with embarrassment, "Brother, I used cold water in the shower ......"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

I fucking knew it!

That night, Xie Qingcheng at home with the new gas stove to He Yu stew a cup of rock sugar pear soup, he watched the fire, while he could not help but no good gas: "summer can wind cold cold cold, Xie Xue when I was a child is not as you do not know how to take care of themselves, the water is cold even if you are not so much as to continue to blow the air conditioning after the bath turned on to eighteen degrees! Is not it?"

Cute Sa Moye with a thermometer in her mouth, "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

"I've told you many times, don't turn the air conditioner so low in summer, twenty-six degrees is optimal, why did you set it back up again as soon as I left?!"

Xie Qingcheng stared at Cute Yay Yay: "Did you listen to your ears or not!"

He Yu doesn't dare to be perfunctory anymore, takes the thermometer out and says, "Brother Xie, I didn't mean to do it, I'm just a little uncomfortable."

"You're not used to you--" Xie Qingcheng was halfway through his admonition when the pot of water overflowed, so he had to suspend his education of the young man and turn back to the stewed snow pear soup.

"Brother, don't be angry, look I don't have a fever, just some cold ......"

Xie Qingcheng, who was checking out the food with anger in his heart, was suddenly embraced by He Yu from behind, and immediately after that, the youth's hot and low voice came from the back of his ear.

The youth's chin was pressed against the nape of his neck, rubbing against him in a clinging manner.

He just held him, rubbed against him, and watched the steam from the pot rise slowly, haunting the house lightly.

This scene seemed to be déjà vu all over again, Xie Qingcheng seemed to be suddenly reminded of some long ago memories, took the shovel handle and knocked He Yu's forehead, with a stern face, "Do you want to be in heat or do you want to eat."

"This one, you really want me to choose ah ......" He Yu's voice with some ruffled laughter, because of the wind chill, but also show some magnetic low hoarse, said his hand touched on the leather buckle of Xie Qingcheng suit, "then brother, I choose, you can not regret oh ......". "Then brother, I chose, you can not regret oh ......"

Xie Qingcheng originally just rehashed old words to ease the stiff atmosphere, but I didn't expect He Yu to take it seriously, and couldn't help but straighten his face: "Be honest, you need to rest when you have a cold."

"But, I want to exercise and sweat." He Yu's voice grew lower, and his eyes darkened as he nibbled on the red mole on the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck, his lips grinding against it as he whispered, "It'll get better faster this way."

"Then you go out and run a thousand meters."

"No." He Yu continues to rub against him, Sa Moye rubs against him, "Brother come and heal me, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng : "............"

"Is it good, brother?"

Fuck that.

Is it any use for him to say it's bad now?!!!?

The entanglement stopped in the middle of the night, and Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes in the afterglow, raising his hand to cover his forehead.

Not in bed at the end of the day, there was a rocking recliner next to the bed, and He Yu tried to help Xie Qingcheng up from the recliner, but Xie Qingcheng, with the sulk of an elder who's been flunked, pulled his hand out of He Yu's palm: "Let go. I can fucking walk by myself."

He feels that He Yu has tossed and turned too much, not speaking any sense or bottom line, and doing whatever he wants because he favors him nowadays.

This house desk, recliner, bathroom, as if where where to He Yu said conditions are quite good, the little brat to eat a meal to chopsticks picking the nose and picking the eyes, this moment but not at all picking, the exquisite strength of the young master disease can be a moment are gone, completely cured!

The most fucked up thing is that Xie Xue didn't know when she went back to live in Stormy Lane for a few days, and threw some clothes in the dirty clothes basket, Xie's bathroom is narrow and small, and between the two of them, Xie Qingcheng knocked over the basket, and a bunch of girls' summer dresses fell out of the basket, as well as a pair of lace socks, which were actually fucking erotic models.

Xie Qingcheng sees this kind of nonsense to commit high blood pressure, angry, the thought of Xie Xue is already married, are two children's mother, he does not have any qualifications in this regard to educate her, it is even more angry, headache more.

But He Yu is also a careless one, adding fuel to the fire - the young man scanned the black lace and white dress on the floor, and suddenly his mind flashed to the kind of erotic wedding dresses he had browsed through before.

At that time, he was disgusted with Xie Qingcheng, so he wanted to put Xie Qingcheng on to humiliate him.

Now he didn't want to humiliate Xie Qingcheng, with Xie Qingcheng's calmness index, he probably couldn't humiliate him even if he wanted to, but he still had this unspeakable longing.

He ran his eyes up and down Xie Qingcheng, only slightly imagining how Xie Qingcheng would look in that European and American lace wedding dress and stockings, the color of his eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared a little.

If Xie Qingcheng can put on those stockings ......

He came close to him and said to Xie Qingcheng in a hot sweat, "Xie, I was thinking ......"

When Xie Qingcheng met his eyes, he didn't even need to say all the words, he knew what the bastard was thinking, Xie Qingcheng said angrily, "Don't even fucking think about it!"

He Yu paused and smiled, "So smart, how you know me so well."

He didn't continue that topic that would make Xie Qingcheng give him color, only when he intensified his pestering, Xie Qingcheng didn't see the flicker of a ghost in the bottom of his eyes.

According to the results of some unreliable surveys, many boys have a hidden expectation of having their lovers wear stockings, which will make them excited and hot. He Yu suddenly realizes he's not exempt from this.

But now it seems, this matter directly with Xie Qingcheng is no chance, I do not know if there is another way ......

He Yu knows very well that you can't be tough with Xie Qingcheng, the tougher you are, the colder he is, and you have to be tactful in everything.

It doesn't work to just play hard to get and be cute, you need brains.

He'll have to think again.

After such an episode, Xie Qingcheng naturally treated He Yu with disdain.

And when it's all over, he'll never allow He Yu to follow him to the showers again-

He Yu said he was coming in to take a bath together, but then he went crazy and knocked over Xie Xue's basket of dirty clothes, and saw the clothes that made his blood vessels jump.

One, two, but three, this time Xie Qingcheng completely do not let him, despite his own back is very painful and sore legs, from the chaise longue down almost unsteady, but he still resolutely refused the young man's help.

Just ......

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Easy to finish the bath, out of the bathroom, Xie Qingcheng stood in the water mist, back against the wall, did not move for a moment, crystal water droplets falling on his shoulders, blotting his bathrobe, he did not take a towel to wipe, just raised his hand, in the line of the smooth arch of the eyebrow rubbed and pressed a little.

He Yu saw something strange about him and couldn't help but step forward, "Xie Qingcheng?"

After a while, Xie Qingcheng slowly lowered his hand, and he said with a sullen face and little rise and fall in his voice, "It's nothing, the side effects of the prosthetic eye just kicked in."

After thinking about it, it was not the right time to get angry with He Yu, Xie Qingcheng finally loosened up a bit and lifted up a well-modified hand, "Come over here."

He Yu was so surprised that he didn't even have time to ask, and immediately went forward to hold his hand.

Xie Qingcheng frowned, lowered his eyelids, and whispered, "You first help me to the bed."