After reaching at Yi Tian's house, Mu Ran and He Xudong hosted a thanks, then took out the spare key that Su Wenyang gave him and opened the door.
Today, because Yi Tian is going to take him out, the aunt and Liao Fei are not there, and he is the only one in the house.
Mu Ran didn't have time to think about it. He put the key and was ready to pack. In fact, he wanted to leave this evening, but the people at the gate wouldn't let him go out without Yi Tian's consent. Xu Ran had argued with Yi Tian for this matter before, but it was useless. However, he had the key here and the cards that Su Wenyang gave him, and Mu Ran felt that he had better explain everything clearly before leaving.
Mu Ran pushed open the door of the guest room, and as soon as he entered, he saw his pajamas in the trash can beside the door. He froze, then smiled helplessly. He had been busy since he returned in the afternoon, and was later pulled away by Yi Tian. He had no time to come in. Now it seems that Yi Tian has been here.
The pockets in the trash can were very clean. They were changed in the morning by the aunt. There was nothing except his pajamas. Mu Ran bent down, picked up the pajamas, found the pockets, and packed the clothes and pants he bought when he went out with Xu Ran. Although the aunt told him that there were many new clothes that Yi Tian bought for him, he didn't dare to wear any of them, let alone take them away.
Almost all of the things were packed, but Mu Ran found that he could not find the yellow bag left by his dumb mother.
He turned in the room for a long time, and in the end, when he was anxious, he went to Yi Tian's bedroom and finally found the bag near the nightstand.
Mu Ran squeezed the bag tightly with both hands and breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't find the bag, he thought he might go crazy again. It's okay to lose those one hundred pieces that you put in yourself and live on them for the time being, but those flat money tickets are the only things left by the mute mother. They are more important than his life.
He took the bag downstairs and entered the guest room. As soon as the bag was set, the door rang. Mu Ran is a bit stunned. Yi Tian should not return today. When he ran to the living room, he saw that Jian Ning helped Yi Tian to take him to the inside, and he could smell a strong taste of wine so far away.
When Jian Ning saw Mu Ran, he was a little stunned. He didn't know that Mu Ran would actually live here. Mu Ran quickly explained with his expression: "Mr. Jian, don't get me wrong, I had some mental problems some time ago, Yi Tian saw my pity before letting me cure here."
Jian Ning didn't answer him, but just smiled lightly: "He's drunk, help me to get him up." They went to the bar after dinner. Originally, Yi Tian could not touch the wine, but whoever Persuade him not to listen and drank himself like this with a cold face. And also unwilling to live outside, be sure to come back. Where did Jian Ning dare to let him bump into the car, he could only drive him back by himself.
When Mu Ran listened to Jian Ning's words, he couldn't care about the other, and quickly walked over to help Jian Ning help Yi Tian, and took him upstairs and into the bedroom.
When Yi Tian lay down on the bed, Jian Ning said, "Can you trouble me with a glass of water?" Mu Ran nodded and ran downstairs.
Jian Ning watched Mu Ran go out, so she took off Yi Tian's shoes, went into the bathroom to get wet towel, wiped Yi Tian's face and hands, then stood beside the bed and bent down to unbutton his collar. He can get better.
Yi Tian was so drunk that he was unconscious, and he saw the individual standing in front of his head and lowering his clothes.
He was with Mu Ran almost every day except when he was hospitalized home. He was also accustomed to Mu Ran to take care of him. He felt Mu Ran subconsciously. He reached out and hugged the man's neck and rolled over to kiss him Up.
Mu Ran was carrying the water into the door, and as soon as he looked up to speak, he saw Yi Tian pressing on Jian Ning and kissing him. Mu Ran faltered, and immediately withdrew his ears, and backed out, before reaching, he gently closed the door up.
He stood at the door with a drinking glass, and he was a little dazed for a moment before he returned to his feet and went downstairs.
In the room, Jian Ning's hand was pressed by Yi Tian and his clothes were pulled apart. Yi Tian was buried in his neck and kissed almost fiercely. Jian Ning was not struggling, and he was allowed to touch and kiss on himself, and his heart was ready for Yi Tian to ask himself. Only gradually Yi Tian's movement slowed down, and finally he mumbled something, stopped the movement and buried his head in Jian Ning's neck and slept over.
Jian Ning looked at the motionless person lying on his body, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to get down from Yi Tian, but only slightly moved Yi Tian tightly gripped his waist. Jian Ning had no choice but to reach out and hug Yi Tian and slowly let him fall down from his side. Finally, the two of them finally slept together face to face, but Yi Tian frowned frantically with annoyance.
Jian Ning leaned in his arms, looking at him gently and intently.
Is there any way, he still reluctant to this person, evaded for so many years, or returned to China in a panic on the phone of Lin Han. He was afraid that even later, this person would really become someone else.
Jian Ning raised his hand, and his long, white fingers stroked Yi Tian's eyebrows, then his eyes, and straight nose bridge ... He thought of Yi Tian's unwillingness to call him for so many years.
This is the face you look at, or else you have a bad temper and impatient personality, who would like you. The more he thought about it, the more reluctant he was, and he just bitten Yi Tian's lips like punishment.
Yi Tian drank the wine, and there was a slight gas in his breath, but Jian Ning didn't care. He put out the tip of his tongue and probed in gently, kissing him gently and carefully. After Yi Tian frowned and moved slightly, he retracted the kiss, put his face on Yi Tian's chest, and fell asleep.
Mu Ran packed his things, organized the guest room again, and walked to the living room with the things. He didn't sleep in the guest room tonight. He didn't know when Yi Tian and Jian Ning would wake up. If they woke up and slept in the guest room, they would be shamed.
Mu Ran was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He took out the key here and Su Wenyang's cell phone and card and put it neatly on the table. He found a coat from his pocket near his feet and put it on his head. Leaned back and found a comfortable place.
The room was large and quiet. The light in the courtyard came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Mu Ran blinked as he watched the beautiful crystal lamp on the ceiling.
As time passed, he still had no drowsiness. Various pictures began to flash in his mind. However, Yi Tian squatted in front of him, looked at him tenderly, and asked softly, "What do you like about me?"
Mu Ran froze, his body flinched unconsciously. He didn't know why this delusion suddenly popped out, even before it seemed real. He turned around and shrunk himself into a ball, reached out and patted the dull chest, his voice was low and only he could hear, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I don't want it ... I don't want ...
He forced himself to wake up from chaotic delusions and start planning how he would live in the future. He thought he could find a temporary job first, just like he used to be a tallyman in a supermarket. In short, you need to save a little money and wait for your life to stabilize. Yi Tian, Lin Han had already forgotten him at that time. He can go to some companies to apply for a better job. Then I have to work hard with my colleagues. I can no longer avoid the party as before, so I can make a trusted friend and buy a beautiful gift for Sister Xu Ran.
What then ... then ... he stumbled to plan, and finally fell asleep with a smile in his mouth.
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Muted
RomanceIf there really is a God, if there really is an afterlife; Please, give me a home. - Mu Ran I don't Own the Picture or the Story. For Offline Purpose.