The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Being reminded by Wei Yan, Zheng Quzhi's drowsiness suddenly hit, his eyes were a bit unable to open, and there was still a trace of consciousness in his mind, so he moved aside to make room, and said dumbly: "You also go to bed earlier. good night."

After speaking, he could no longer hold his heavy eyelids, and fell asleep deeply. Wei Yan looked down, quietly looking at Zheng Quzhi's tender face, his face sinking like water.

Da da da--

The footsteps sounded, and it was the woman who came to deliver the meal again.

Wei Yan got up and walked out with his emotions gathered. With a creak, the door opened, and the woman's pale face appeared at the door. Seeing him standing by the door, the woman was stunned: "Chen Chen? What do you know?"

"Brother is asleep." Wei Yan replied Congshan Ruliu, looking up at the two bowls in the woman's hands, and then suddenly asked, "Where is Dad?"

The woman's hand trembled suddenly, like a frightened animal, her pupils shrank slightly, and she almost eagerly said, "What are you asking for!"

"He didn't seem to be back yesterday." Wei Yan lowered his eyes and whispered. In fact, not only yesterday, but today I have not heard any movement outside.

Seeing Wei Yan seemingly lost, the woman seemed to be anxious: "Chen Chen, mom didn't mean to kill you just now..." After a pause, she quickly explained: "Dad has gone to work outside these days... I will be back tomorrow..."

"Oh." Wei Yan nodded and stretched out a little hand: "Then you rest early, good night."

The woman pursed her lips, and was a little overjoyed at his closeness. Carefully and joyfully, she handed the bowl to Wei Yan. She worriedly exhorted: "Be careful of hot! You know, you can't sleep hungry, you have to cry He got up to eat..."

Wei Yan nodded with a good temper: "Okay."

As soon as he lowered his head, seeing that the woman's white dress was dirty, Wei Yan's eyes flashed slightly, but his face was not revealed at all. He just stood politely, watching the woman close the door.

Patter

As always, the lock was released.

The storage room returned to darkness, Wei Yan's face gradually sank again, and he looked down at the contents of the bowl. I don't know if the woman found out that they hadn't eaten the food a few days ago, but the one delivered this time was genuine It’s pork, but...

When will she know that all dishes must be cooked? Wei Yan held his forehead with a headache. Fortunately, he brought in Zheng Quzhi's soul, otherwise Zheng Quzhi should faint from hunger.

Putting the bowl by the door as usual, Wei Yan was about to get up, but caught a familiar object by the foot of the cabinet. He narrowed his eyes, walked over and picked it up.

It was the lighter he gave Zheng Quzhi.

It should have been dropped by Zheng Quzhi when he wrestled. Suddenly, Wei Yan stopped and tilted his head slightly. A faint light penetrated in the gap under the cabinet.

With a smile on Wei Yan's lips, he straightened up and put the lighter in his trouser pocket skillfully before reaching out to support the cabinet. The cabinet is as high as the current two, but he lifts the cabinet easily.

After moving the cabinet away, I saw a small crack on the wall. There was a faint voice, and Wei Yan half-kneeled indifferently and bent over.

That is a larger room, which looks like a bedroom. But the strange thing is that the furnishings look like a bedroom, but there is no bed. As soon as Wei Yan looked over, he saw a bench in the middle.

A man was tied up, his mouth was sealed with tape, one eye was poked with something, and the other eye was still intact, but his eyes were dull and he looked like he was going to faint.

"Heh." Wei Yan let out an unknown laugh, got up slowly, patted the dust off his pants, and walked towards the bed.

Zheng Quzhi was already sound asleep, and he snored slightly. After getting along for this period of time, Wei Yan has discovered that as long as Zheng Quzhi is nervous and scared, he will always snore after sleeping.

This is not a good habit.

Wei Yan thought lightly. The small bed is not big, and Zheng Quzhi's sleeping posture is always a little overbearing after falling asleep. He just left for a short while, Zheng Quzhi occupied the entire bed, probably because his **** hurts, Zheng Quzhi slept on his stomach.

With a smile on his lips, Wei Yan gently lifted Zheng Quzhi's hands and feet, lay down quickly, and then gently put his hands and feet on himself.

Zheng Quzhi likes to hug him to sleep, perhaps because of the coolness of his body, every time he sleeps without consciousness, he uses his hands and feet together.

The same is true now. Watching Zheng Quzhi get closer and closer, Wei Yan's eyes turned slightly, and his eyes stopped at his chin. No longer caring about Zheng Quzhi this time, Wei Yan directly lowered his head to cover his lips and licked it lightly.

Zheng Quzhi moved, his little mouth smashed twice.

Reaching out and touching Zheng Quzhi's smooth face, Wei Yan's breathing was a little confused, and he simply moved his lips up, biting Zheng Quzhi's still moving mouth.

The lips touched like a fire on a piece of ice.

Thinking of Zheng Quzhi's contradictory movements and the somewhat disgusting look in his eyes today, Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time vented out, punishingly aggravated his movements.

The sleeping Zheng Quzhi frowned, as if there was a sign of awakening, Wei Yan reached out to cover Zheng Quzhi's eyes, and while Zheng Quzhi opened his mouth, he stuck his tongue in.

He went in too domineering, Zheng Quzhi subconsciously wanted to hide, but he couldn't resist Wei Yan's chase, and the two tongues were entangled in a short while.

This was the first time the two kissed in the true sense, but it was under Zheng Quzhi's unconsciousness.

Wei Yan wanted to swallow him into his abdomen, but it was a pity that everything needed to be restrained. He reluctantly retreated from Zheng Quzhi's mouth, and gnawed Zheng Quzhi's mouth again, breathing a little heavy.

Because of his actions, Zheng Quzhi wanted to wake up several times, but he still covered other people's eyes and made people unable to wake up, so he could only obediently let him do whatever he wanted.

"Don't hate me."

After a while, a muffled voice resounded in the darkness.

Unfortunately, no one answered, only a small snoring sound was very rhythmic.

When he woke up the next day, Zheng Quzhi opened his eyes and looked at the handsome face close at hand for a few seconds.

It should be early now, Wei Yan did not wake up. He glanced at his posture, and his eyelids jumped uncontrollably again. When he woke up the other day, Wei Yan was already up, so he didn't know what his sleeping posture was. Now, when he saw it, he wanted to slap himself.

Wei Yan is still lying on the corpse, and he, sticking to his body like an octopus, there is an unusual mark on Wei Yan's clothes on his chest, which is suspected to be his saliva...

With a headache, he withdrew his hands and feet from Wei Yan, Zheng Quzhi looked at the ceiling blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the moment he was lying down and looking at the ceiling, Wei Yan slowly opened his eyes. There was no sleepiness in them, and there was a little strayness in his bright eyes.