Your Distance

After eating, Bo Changyi would go out for a walk.

"Take a walk after dinner?" Ting Shuang yelled, "You ... you are so young from your health, why did you start to enter the old age?"

Park Chang-yi said, "I used to keep dogs."

Ting Shuang said, "What about dogs now?"

Bo Changyi said: "The ex-wife took away."

Ting Shuang listened, and put on the expression "You are too miserable".

Bo Changyi was a little funny, saying, "What's your expression?"

"Just ... I feel like my ex will always ... um take away something you don't want him to take away, and leave something you don't want him to leave ..." Ting Shuang looked around and felt a kind of Excessively empty, "Isn't your family like this before?"

Bai Changyi also glanced around and said, "Well, something is missing."

That being said, there is no more. Having said that, he went upstairs and took a pair of trousers down, and handed the court frost sitting on the carpet with two long legs, saying, "Put on your pants and leave."

Ting Shuang put on her trousers, feeling a big circle, but fortunately she had a belt, so she wouldn't fall down when she put on her trousers. It's just a little longer that he always stepped on his trousers ... so he bent over and rolled up his trousers.

The young man's flexibility is very good. During the whole bending process, his legs are straight. Only the hips are tilted up to form two full arcs. The middle seam is recessed, like a peach picked by others.

Court cream rolled up one leg and turned to the other.

The upright peach shook with his movement.

It's like deliberately hiring someone to do something.

Before the trousers on the other side were rolled up, Ting Shuang heard Bai Changyi behind him saying, "Walk for another day."

"Huh?" Ting Shuang wanted to stand up and ask why, but found that his lower back was pinched, one hand unfastened the belt from behind him, and then ripped off the pants he had just put on, along with the underwear.

The hips suddenly became cold.

Ting Shuang struggled a little, but couldn't move at all.

This posture ...

This controlled shame ...

"You asked me to put on my pants just to take off by myself?" Ting Shuang angered. "Low-level fun! Let me go!"

Low-level fun ...

In fact, it can be a bit lower.

(...)

I did it twice, and it was too late. Ting Shuang took a shower, and there was only one pair of shorts in the body.

Strenuous exercise makes you hungry.

He saw that Bo Changyi had taken a bath, put on a bathrobe, and sat on the sofa reading a book waiting for him. Then he went over and pressed on Bo Changyi and said, "I want to have supper."

Park Chang ticked his lips: "Will?"

"Old hooligan." Ting Shuang quickly jumped out of Bo Changyi and ran to the kitchen. "I really mean supper. I'm starving to death. Is there anything else in the refrigerator?"

Park Chang stood up and followed: "What do you want to eat?"

"Hey." Ting Shuang thought for a moment, "Are there any hesitate? Meaty. The kind with thin skin and big stuffing."

Park Chang smiled and said, "Where do you think you are?"

Too.

It's not in the country, you can eat a ravioli in the middle of the night.

Bai Changyi opened the refrigerator and glanced, saying, "Do you want to eat steak?"

"Why don't you eat it?" Tingshuang quickly brought the apron and motioned for Bo Changyi to lower his head, and then put the apron around Bo Changyi's neck.

Park Chang intended to fasten the apron and go to the refrigerator to get the ingredients.

Cut the butter and melt in a frying pan.

The thin beef is drained into the pan, fry on low heat for one minute, and turn over.

Ting Shuang stood by and stared at the steak in the pot, watching it mature, the color became attractive, smelling the aroma of butter and meat ...

Drooling.

Even more mouthwatering is the man who is frying his steak.

late at night.

kitchen.

Someone who made him supper afterwards.

No complaints.

No impatience.

Everything is natural.

"That ..." Ting Shuang didn't want to call Bai Changyi "that" anymore, "Well ... what are the three characters of Baichangyi?"

Park Chang hooked his lips and said, "Have you checked?"

Ting Shuang went to get his mobile phone and checked it on the Internet. It turned out that he could find the encyclopedia introduction in several different languages. The Chinese name was also added to the back of the German version: Bai Changyi.

Ting Shuang suddenly discovered that even if he found these three words, he still didn't know what to call Bai Changyi.

Park Chang Yi.

Changyi.

meaning.

Too intimate, screaming like peers, can't say anything.

Teacher Bai.

Professor Bai.

Mr. Park.

It's too alienated, and his identity is short, and it can't be said ...

Ting Shuang thought about it and thought, suddenly there was a not so intimate, not so distant, almost teasing, and no lack of respectful title.

Boss Boss.

This title is more like the title of a domestic graduate to a tutor, which is also decent.

Bai Changyi glanced at Ting Shuang and said, "Did you find it?"

Ting Shuang said, "Boss Bai, disrespect."

Bai Changyi raised his eyebrows and naturally accepted the title.

The steak is better, Bo Changyi said, "Go wash your hands."

While washing her hands, Ting Shuang looked down at her own hands, deliberately jokingly, "Boss Bai ... how do you feel about me?"

The lip corner of Park Changyi was imperceptibly hooked: "What is it like."

"I mean ... or ..." Ting Shuang washed his hands very carefully, and he didn't finish washing for a long time. He spoke in a tone of hanger, as if he didn't take what he said seriously, "or you don't think about it later Someone else, just me ... how about it? "