I’m Completely Clueless About Sockpuppet Accounts Being Unmasked

The heating in the car is full.

Shen Qi's hands were very cold, and when his fingertips touched the little wound on Fu Mingyuan's face, he trembled a little.

He didn't say anything.

Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes slightly, his back stretched straight, his gaze fell on Shen Qi's messy hair, and he tilted his head to the right so that Shen Qi could touch his cheek.

The right hand landed on the boy's upturned hair and pressed it down, but couldn't get it down.

"I'm back, don't worry." Fu Mingyuan's voice was exhausted as he stayed up all night and rode in the middle of the night.

Unbearable dumb meaning.

The car was driven by Du Jing.

Fu Mingyuan is coming to see Shen Qi, so it's hard to let the driver come.

When entering the service area, Du Jing found the hot search.

Although Fu Mingyuan didn't say a word, Du Jing still speeded up the car.

He was an agent.

Others' agents are trying their best to prevent their own artists from falling in love, and he is still sending their own artists to fall in love.

As a single dog, I have to worry about the quarrel between the two.

When Shen Qi got in the car, Du Jing got out of the car and followed Lu Tun into the base.

He had to use Fu Mingyuan's Weibo to report his safety to the fans.

Shen Qi retracted his hand, bent his knees with one leg, his toes placed under the seat, and the other leg stretched forward, rubbing the opponent's calf, domineeringly occupying the entire aisle of the front and rear seats, pressing the opponent's knee, slightly arrogantly Bumped.

His head retracted a bit and left the area of ​​Fu Mingyuan's palm.

Shen Qi raised his head, his eyes didn't turn red, but the tails of his eyes were slightly tapered.

The corners of the mouth are slightly hooked up, like a smile but not a smile.

"Ah, I'm back." He licked the corner of his lower lip, and his gaze fell from Fu Mingyuan's face.

His neckline and placket.

They are all very dirty.

It doesn't look like the meticulous appearance in normal days.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his expression was a bit tired.

Fu Mingyuan responded.

Holding Shen Qi's wrist with his left hand, he bent down abruptly: "Why did you run out in slippers?"

The hand touched the opponent's cold ankle, which was not even covered by the air conditioner in the car, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Don't wear socks?"

Shen Qi moved jio.

Can't feel cold.

I can only feel that my heart is like a roller coaster. From the bottom of the mountain, I suddenly went up to the top of the mountain, and then suddenly came down. The brain of the irritated person became numb.

Fu Mingyuan frowned and looked around in the car.

There are no spare shoes.

With one hand, he picked up the leg of the opponent against his knee and placed it on his knee, with the palm of the palm against the cold jio wrist.

Shen Qi moved uncomfortably, lifted his eyelids, with a smile in his eyes, and said slowly: "Brother, Jio feels cold."

"It won't be warm like this."

"I want it."

The voice fell, and there was a rustling sound in the car.

A few seconds later, Fu Mingyuan's yao was stuck with a cold palm.

The hand placed on the opponent's jio's wrist tightened slightly, and his back was stiff.

The touch on his waist couldn't be ignored, and he slowly scratched like an ant crawling over.

not cold.

Instead, it is getting hotter.

Shen Qi raised his eyes slightly, his expression changed slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

The tip of his tongue was pressed against his cheek and he raised his chin.

"It's hot."

The boy's tone changed slightly, which seemed to bring some joy of success in the mischief.

Fu Mingyuan gave a hum, breathing slightly.

The temperature inside the car is getting higher and higher.

The other jio moved down, bent his knees, and stepped directly on the opponent's knee.

Fu Mingyuan's line of sight moved with his movements.

The strength to step on the knee is not great.

It's heavy.

Even the other party pressed down.

"Don't be angry." Fu Mingyuan's voice was hoarse.

It is different from the tired dumb.

With his hands on his side, with a little tolerance, he rubbed his fingers on his clothes twice, and his eyes became deeper.

Shen Qi chuckled lightly: "Not angry."

"How can I be angry, my brother specially came back to tell me my safety."

He speaks louder and louder, as if only in this way can he tell the other party that he is really not angry.

He was just too worried.

Worried that I want to run to him.

"Of course I won't be angry." There was a grin from the nose.

Fu Mingyuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on his curled hair again.

The palms are a little itchy, and the waist is hot.

"I'm sorry." He stared at Shen Qi closely, not daring to miss the slightest change in expression on his face.

Leaning forward slightly, the two breathed closer and closer.

There was a moment of silence.

Shen Qi said, "I accept it."

"Where is it hurt? Let me see? Where else is there except the face?"

When he first got in the car, he patronized and noticed the injury on the other side's face.

Although it is such a small opening, it is very eye-catching.

Hey, Shen Qi couldn't figure out how this person grew up.

Why can the face with a scar still be so perfect, even more wild than usual.

He glanced more at this moment.

I saw the blood on the clothes of his right arm.

He even stopped breathing.

"It's okay, it's not serious." Only now can I feel the pain.

Shen Qi let out a cry, ignored him, and rolled up his sleeves. The sleeves were all broken, and he didn't know how to change his clothes and come back.

The wound was bleeding out, it was just wrapped in a thick bandage and tied with an ugly bow.

Shen Qi stretched out his hand and squeezed, without raising his head, he said in a low voice: "Very capable brother, the bag is so thick."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

He hung his head just like that, before his hair could be pressed up, he turned up a few strands. When he started his hand, he looked fiercely tight. He really touched the bandage and tightened his strength.

Fu Mingyuan couldn't feel it at all.

"Well, it doesn't hurt."

Shen Qi raised his eyes, probably because the inside of the car was sultry, and the corners of his eyes were redder than when he first got on the car.

He stared at Fu Mingyuan for a while.

I saw my reflection in the other's eyes.

I also saw the dim yellow lights in the car.

He smiled.

The tip of the tongue licked the corner of the lower lip.

Then he pulled Fu Mingyuan's collar and leaned forward.

Lips and lips collide.

A kiss more fierce than ever.

He could taste the **** smell on Fu Mingyuan's lips.

But it is not enough.

In the beginning, Fu Mingyuan was forced to lean against the car window with his back.

Later, it was Shen Qi's back that clung to the seat.

The slippers were kicked to the front seat.

The belt was scattered on the ground.

The outer coat was hung on the back of the front seat.

Fu Mingyuan's five fingers were stuck in Shen Qi's soft hair.

As he breathed up and down, he saw the boy's white knuckles were all red, and his raised neck was covered with a thin layer of red.

Wearing pajamas, it seems to be more convenient.

Shen Qi "hissed", and the tip of his tongue reached the place where the corner of his lips had been bitten.

Fu Mingyuan's thin waist was exposed to his sight, and he leaned forward to get him a tissue.

"Brother, your mouth is so cruel." Shen Qi leaned back in the chair lazily, occupying the entire back seat.

The breathing hasn't calmed down yet.

Fu Mingyuan dragged his hand, half kneeling on the ground, helping him wipe his fingers.

Hearing what he said, he raised his head slightly, his gaze swept across his lips, and he was silent for a while, with a hum.

"Next time, tap it."

Shen Qi moved his fingers: "It smells good, too."

What he was talking about, Fu Mingyuan knew.

He stiffened for a moment, pursed his lower lip, and said nothing.

Shen Qi refused to give up, "It's just a little bit more..."

Fu Mingyuan threw the paper into the wastebasket, and helped Shen Qi button up his clothes, pressing his palm against his forehead: "With you here, it won't work."

Shen Qi reacted for a while.

Toes curled up.

Fuck.

...

When the two entered, one and a half hours had passed.

Shen Qi was wearing Fu Mingyuan's coat, and Fu Mingyuan's shoes were also stepped on on his feet.

Compared to slippers, this pair of shoes that look like cloth shoes is actually warmer with fleece inside.

Fu Mingyuan, wearing Shen Qi's slippers, a mask and a hat, followed behind him.

"Next time I won't say anything, I have to try it on the balcony." Shen Qi put his hands in his pockets and said casually.

A smile flashed across Fu Mingyuan's eyes.

"will not."

Shen Qi said, a little regretful.

The gate of the base was opened.

Du Jing sat on the sofa with a pile of snacks piled on the coffee table in front of him.

They were all taken from Ye Lai.

When the two came in, Du Jing was still gnawing on a spicy chicken claw.

The first thing I saw was the shoes on Shen Qi's feet.

Then there were slippers that were obviously smaller on Fu Mingyuan's feet.

It looks a little funny.

Du Jing took a sip of chili and almost choked in the intake pipe, and he didn't slow down.

Everyone else stayed in the training room. The walls of the training game were transparent and could see each other.

Shen Qi seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe he hadn't seen Du Jing for a long time. When he saw him coughing and flushing and drinking water, he even stepped forward and patted Du Jing on the shoulder.

"Brother Du, eat slowly."

Du Jing coughed even harder.

Fu Mingyuan squinted his eyes, his gaze fell on the hand that Shen Qi was pressing on Du Jing's shoulder, although his gaze only stayed for a few seconds.

Slightly pursed lips.

Du Jing still felt a sudden chill behind him.

After Shen Qi finished speaking, his neck was retracted into the collar of his coat. Seeing Fu Mingyuan standing at the door, he took two steps back and pulled his wrist to the training room.

Du Jing opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Why do you feel that something is wrong with Fu Mingyuan's neck.

Something seemed to flash by.

In the end, he chose to sit down and continue to eat snacks and follow the hot searches on Weibo in real time.

He is a single dog, so what do you mix with?