AWB Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Fu Jiujiu's face was as red as blood.
He still maintains the posture of kneeling on the sofa, but withdrew his body slightly.
The picture on the condom package is densely covered with bumps and soft thorns, which is obviously a sexy style.
He used to eat and chat with his colleagues in the gender channel, and occasionally talked about such products.
Therefore, it is generally known that human beings have a lot of creativity in these things, only unexpected and impossible, and many of them are very particular.
At that time, he was quite relaxed, joking with people, telling jokes, and acting very easily.
But as soon as he was in front of Lin Jun, he seemed to be a different person, innocent, dumb, cowardly, even his face was so thin that it was almost transparent...
It was just a box of condoms, but he seemed to be facing some kind of scourge.
The nerves of the whole body are tense, and any movements are uncomfortable and unnatural.
His body and cheeks were hot, and even his blood temperature was a few degrees higher.
He was very anxious, eager to let the heat go away quickly, but the more anxious he was, the more raging the heat was and climbed up.
He closed his eyes and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub his hot cheeks, but he didn't notice that Lin Jun's eyes looking at him became deeper and deeper.
Those eyes were filled with unstoppable desire due to restraint for too long.
The flush on that face reminded him of the day he told him that he was still a virgin.
Whether Fu Jiujiu is a virgin or not, he knows better than anyone else.
But Fu Jiujiu, who regards himself as a virgin, is too young, too cute, too pure, and he can't help himself.
He couldn't help reaching out and holding his wrist.
Fu Jiujiu's wrist was slender, soft, and slightly cool, and it was very comfortable to hold in the palm of his hand, which relieved his dryness all over his body and mind.
Even though he had already refused once, he still wanted to keep him.
He could feel Fu Jiujiu's tension, because his body straightened suddenly.
Because of the ice compress and looking at the presents, they were already very close. At this moment, Fu Jiujiu sat upright on his knees, and he could only look up at him.
He tentatively put his arms around his waist, and slowly and very attachedly buried his face in his body.
The smell on Fu Jiujiu's body made him addicted, and the red sweater was very soft, which was very different from his stiff body.
But he didn't push him away.
Lin Jun put his head on his shoulder and neck, and said like a child, "Fu Jiujiu, it's the Chinese New Year."
It's the Chinese New Year, so it's time to eat meat, even if you can't eat meat, you can always smell the meat, right?
Lin Jun's tone was like a child hugging his mother and begging for a New Year's candy.
If you are not too cruel, as a parent, you will generally not have the heart to refuse, and will make an exception to allow it once.
Therefore, Fu Jiujiu was also not very able to resist Lin Jun.
He looked down and could see that his thick eyelashes were like a small fan, black and shining under the light.
His lips were pursed, as if he was also a little nervous.
That nervousness prevented him from really hardening his heart.
He raised his hand hesitantly, returning his affection for the first time.
He pursed his lips very contradictoryly, frowning.
But maybe because of the relaxed atmosphere of the New Year, and the hint given by the condom, he put his hand on the top of his hair.
Lin Jun's body trembled, he tentatively increased his strength, and hugged him even tighter.
Fu Jiujiu's thin white fingers rubbed into his black hair, gently rubbing the roots of his hair.
Encouraged, Lin Jun leaned into his arms, pressing his cheeks closer to his chest.
The hot lips were printed on his naked collarbone, and then he bit it lightly with his teeth.
Extremely warm and soft and extremely hard are printed on Fu Jiujiu's shoulders alternately.
Fu Jiujiu's hands tightened suddenly, and he grabbed the black hair between his palms and fingers.
Lin Jun was in pain and couldn't help raising his eyes to look at him.
"Give me some more time, senior," Fu Jiujiu looked at him for a while before letting go, and said softly, "Give me some more time."
Like him, really like him.
The first liking was illusory with admiration, and the later liking was real joy with apprehension...
But all the way to the present, they have been in contact with each other more and more, sometimes Fu Jiujiu even wonders if he is more greedy for the kindness he treats him.
That's great.
Especially when he squatted in the wind and snow to wipe the water marks on his body, at that moment, it was frozen in the bottom of his heart and became a painting with a profound artistic conception.
No amount of money, no amount of luxuries, no limited editions can give him such shock and emotion.
This is what he wants, almost greedy.
But at the same time, he couldn't be sure how much of it was love, and how much of it was the deformed desire born of the lack of parental love in his life.
Even if Lin Jun sent a gift in the name of "your father", he would be extremely happy.
Colleagues said how much your father loves you, and he didn't find it awkward.
He is decisive in many matters, but here in Lin County he is timid and unable to use his hands and feet.
Their marriage failed once, and if he blindly starts over again, he is afraid that the same mistakes will happen again.
Too nervous, too concerned, too concerned about gains and losses.
"Give me some more time, senior," Fu Jiujiu endured his emotions: "Give me some more time, I don't know anything yet."
Lin Jun was silent on his chest, and finally hummed lightly after a long time, but did not let go.
The two made compromises with each other, without taking a step forward or taking a step back.
Fu Jiujiu's heart beat fast, Lin Jun buried the tip of his nose into his sweater, and was completely enveloped by his smell.
Reluctant to let him go.
For so many years, no matter how busy he is, he will spend the New Year with him, and this may be the only time, without him by his side.
Because he gave his time to others.
It wasn't until the driver's call came in that Lin Jun reluctantly got out of Fu Jiujiu's arms.
Reluctant like a child who hasn't had enough milk.
Coupled with the light lines on half of the cheeks that were pierced by the lines of the sweater, it looks a little hostile.
When Fu Jiujiu got up, he adjusted the collar of his coat and wrapped the scarf for him, while struggling again: "I don't want you to go."
"Today is Chinese New Year." He said.
Fu Jiujiu kept one posture for too long, his legs were slightly numb.
He bent down and pinched his calf, Lin Jun quickly noticed and squatted down, reaching out to massage his calf muscles.
He raised his eyes and asked, "Is it better?"
He also forgot that he asked him not to leave.
"Well," Fu Jiujiu nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand to pull him up, looked him in the eyes and said again: "Give me some more time, senior."
He wanted it, but he was also afraid.
But he can smash all the fears and fears, and step on the pieces to ask for them.
But before he asked, he had to sort out everything, instead of rushing to start.
Because, he either doesn't want it, or if he wants it, he must hold it tightly in his hand and not allow it to die.
He must never experience the failures and ups and downs that his father and mother, Lin Jun and Fu Jiujiu have experienced.
Fu Jiujiu got in the car and left.
The snowflakes are still floating, and occasionally fireworks will explode in midair.
Standing in the courtyard of his home, Lin Jun looked up, and the colorful colors were reflected in his eyes, which took a long time to blink.
At the moment when the fireworks fell, he saw snow on the swing next to the grape arbor in the courtyard, which was slightly shaken by the wind.
He lit a cigarette and walked over, grabbing the metal chain of the swing frame and shaking it gently.
"Don't be too greedy," he thought, "Maybe in late summer and early autumn next year, Fu Jiujiu can sit on this swing."
At that time, the wind was still a little hot, and he sat on the swing and flew, and he could reach the ripe grapes with his hands.
However, it was really far away. Lin Jun still felt very lonely on the night of watching the new year alone.
Fu Jiujiu stayed at Qi Luo's house to watch the new year. He said it was to watch the new year, but in fact it was 12 o'clock not long after he arrived.
Fireworks exploded all over the sky outside the window, and he and Qi Luo barefooted their hands on the balcony to look out.
Every year at this time, the two of them would close their eyes and make a new year's wish in their hearts.
From wanting a set of Transformers at the beginning, to later, I hope that the work will be smoother in the coming year...
The sky was lively for half an hour, and then fell silent again.
Qi Luo tilted his head and asked Fu Jiujiu: "What wish did you make this year?"
"I hope my senior's bet can win." Fu Jiujiu said, "What about you?"
"Every time I hear you call senior, I feel so awkward." Qi Luo rubbed his polluted ears.
"Then what did I call before?" Fu Jiujiu asked.
"Brother, my brother, husband, my big baby, my guy..." Qi Luo followed Fu Jiujiu's example: "There are more extreme things, I can't learn."
Fu Jiujiu laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, lay on the sofa and kicked his feet in the void a few times: "Cute!"
As the time for the 48-hour appointment gets closer, the popularity of this topic on the Internet is getting higher and higher.
Some netizens even initiated a bet.
And another wave of enthusiasm brought by Lu Xiye continued to ferment, making Fu Jiujiu's name almost a household name.
This New Year is very lively, and people who eat melons hold melons from the end of the year to the beginning of the year.
"A melon has been eaten for two years," said a netizen. "The key is that it is fragrant and sweet. After two years of eating, I still can't put it down."
Fu Jiujiu checked the online public opinion, and then put down the phone.
This was the day when he flipped through his phone the most. Every half an hour, he couldn't help but go up to check the trend of public opinion.
"He is still good to you," Qi Luo opened the beer and handed a can to Fu Jiujiu, the two chatted while drinking, "Why don't you make trouble."
Fu Jiujiu held the PAD to draw manga, drank beer occasionally, and didn't answer.
"Do you think he can win tomorrow?" Qi Luo asked again.
"Yes," Fu Jiujiu raised his eyes and said, "I think he can, he is very powerful."
"Okay." Qi Luo said, "For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, feed me dog food."
"Don't pretend to be single," Fu Jiujiu kicked him, "Didn't you find someone?"
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, at 48:10 p.m., it was [-] minutes before the [-]-hour appointment between "Xiao Mumu who loves babies" and "NF editor Wu Qiuran".
Xiao Mumu, who loves babies, uploaded a photo on her Weibo.
The photo seems to be taken from a video and is not clear enough.
Above is also the back of a young man.
But this time it was no longer Fu Jiujiu, but Wu Qiuran.
People with a discerning eye can recognize it from the clothes at a glance, because that day, Wu Qiuran posted a selfie of herself on her social account.
In the photo, Wu Qiuran held up his mobile phone, looking like he was taking a selfie, but on his screen, there was another person's back.
The photo is not clear enough, and it does not look the same as the one that was posted on the Internet and caused public opinion.
But it is enough for people to tell what Wu Qiuran is shooting.
Love baby's Xiao Mumu with text:
@NF editor Wu Qiuran, in order not to let you lose everything, I kindly decided to give you 10 minutes to leave a pair of underwear.I believe that seeing this photo, you should know what I have in my hand, right?Of course, I also believe that if you are as smart as you, you will definitely make the most correct choice. After 10 minutes, it will either be your statement of apology to Editor Fu, or the evidence in my hand. It is up to you to choose what you want the public to see.
As soon as this Weibo was posted, there was an uproar on the Internet.
Some people were about to change formation at that time and void the bet.
During these 10 minutes, almost everyone was staring at the screen, refreshing it constantly, wanting to see how Wu Qiuran would fight back.
When Wu Qiuran saw this photo, she almost collapsed.
His mind went blank, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Qin Moxun immediately found a professional to analyze whether the photo was artificially processed.
As the time passed by, Wu Qiuran even heard the ticking sound of the second hand moving in his mind, ticking, ticking, very crisp, no matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape.
But now, that ticking sound has all become the prelude to the explosion of a timed bomb, which is utterly terrifying.
With 48 minutes left before the 2-hour appointment, the authenticity of the photos has not yet come out.
Wu Qiuran's defense finally completely collapsed.
Before the damage comes, he must choose the one that will cause the least damage to him.
If the other party really has evidence that can prove what he did, but he has not apologized, then in the future, he will not have any chance to appear in front of the public.
If only, he suddenly thought, if only he could calm down that day and not make that statement of denial.
If he didn't send it, there would be no 48-hour appointment. Even if he had to apologize in the end, he would appear more sincere.
But now, after denying it categorically just now, he turned around and apologized under pressure.
In fact, it's not much better than being hammered to death without apologizing.
The opponent is too ruthless, and his methods are so sophisticated, he is not an opponent at all.
Thinking about it now, even his statement of categorical denial was probably prepared by the other party early in the morning.
Even if Lu Xiye didn't intervene, the opponent must have already planned other countermeasures.
Without knowing it, he was whipped and driven into the trap by the other party.
From the beginning to the end, he was controlled in the palm of his hand like a fool.
He regretted it at the beginning, but there was no way out.
The 48-hour appointment arrived on time, and Weibo was almost paralyzed by the enthusiastic crowd.
After frantically refreshing again and again, I finally got Wu Qiuran's apology statement:
@NF editor Fu Jiujiu, here I solemnly say sorry to you.
As an editor who loves fashion, I am full of respect and love for my industry, and because of this, I can't tolerate anyone or anything to tarnish it in the slightest.
When I saw you wearing the unreleased version of PN, my first reaction was that you wore a sample dress. I was very angry, thinking that you had tarnished my career, so I posted such a Weibo impulsively.
I made irresponsible remarks without finding out the truth, and caused you harm. Here I solemnly apologize to you.
At the same time, I also despise the self who has an escape mentality because the situation is out of control.
Finally, let me solemnly say again: I'm sorry!
Whether you forgive me or not, I still regret it.
As soon as this statement of apology came out, public opinion on the Internet can be imagined.
Although there are still many netizens who express that they can understand Wu Qiuran's mood, in the eyes of most people, it is almost impossible for Wu Qiuran to escape the words "becoming and standing".
When Fu Jiujiu posted this apology Weibo, he realized how nervous he was.
As the dust settled, the nervous heart finally fell to the ground, almost jumping out of his chest for joy.
Holding his mobile phone, he clicked on "My Lord", and sent a message: "Congratulations, you really won."
In fact, it's not just that he won, he won, and he also won.
In fact, he's been fighting for him the whole time, and they're both proud of each other.
Lin Jun didn't see that message. After seeing Wu Qiuran's Weibo apology, he threw his phone aside.
Then he raised his glass and said to Lu Xiye: "When they find out later that the photo is just a post-processing product, their expressions will definitely be wonderful."
He hired the most professional team to create such a photo, and he was fully sure that the other party could not find any PS traces within 15 minutes.
And he only left the opponent for 10 minutes.
"Okay, ruthless enough!" Lu Xiye said, "Well done."
"Cruel?" Lin Jun smiled: "I'm just treating him in the same way. Wu Qiuran framed Xiao Jiu with a photo, so I used the photo to cheat him. Isn't it interesting?"
"Interesting and cute." Lu Xiye said.
Lin Jun laughed, his eyes bright: "For Wu Qiuran, it's better for him not to find the traces of PS. If he finds out, he will probably be really pissed off."
Then he drank the wine: "It's a New Year's gift from God, after all, I'm so pitiful this year."
The wine was poured in cup by cup, and Lin Jun became drunk.
"Okay," Lu Xiye said, "I'm going to give myself a gift too."
With a tap of his fingertips, a business cooperation email was sent.
On the night of the first day of the new year, the taste of the year has already gone far.
Fu Jiujiu sat in the study revising the manga.
Because in the afternoon, he received a cooperation invitation from Lu Xiye as the executive general manager of WUYUN.
Lu Xiye's cooperation method is very straightforward. He wants to buy the copyright of a windbreaker worn by the protagonist of the comic Chengfeng.
Co-produced by WUYUN and Manga Blade.
Fu Jiujiu quickly accepted the cooperation terms and signed a receipt.
So in the new issue of comics, he plans to let Chengfeng wear this windbreaker again, and draw the WUYUN logo on the cuffs which are not obvious.
This is the first business order he received, and the starting point is high enough.
In fact, some people have made costumes in comics in batches before, but they are all fan-organized and non-profit.
He was in good spirits that night and was very happy, thinking that he had received another particularly precious New Year's gift.
It was past eleven o'clock when he put down his brush, and he went into the bathroom to take a shower.
When he stopped the water flow to rub bubbles, he heard a faint knock on the door.
He was quiet for a moment, and the voice seemed to have never sounded again.
Fu Jiujiu thought he had heard wrong.
After taking a shower, he heard the knock on the door again, but it was very soft.
And Fu Xiaoba was walking around in the living room anxiously.
Fu Jiujiu picked up the kitchen spatula cautiously and walked over slowly.
Fu Xiaoba followed closely beside him.From the cat's eyes, there was only the dim light in the corridor.
Fu Jiujiu opened the door cautiously, and a figure sitting by the door fell backwards and leaned on his bare legs.
Lin Jun smelled heavily of alcohol, his eyes were a little confused, and he looked up at him.
After a moment of hesitation, he turned around and hugged his legs without hesitation, his hands were cold.
When Fu Xiaoba saw Lin Jun, he rushed up excitedly, but was driven in by Fu Jiujiu.
Lin Jun was awakened a little bit of reason by the soft touch in the palm of his hand, let go of the cold hand, and called him with his face up: "Xiao Jiu."
Fu Jiujiu bent down to help him up, and led him into the room.
The door closed behind him, and Lin Jun told him extremely wronged: "Why can't I open the door of our house?"
Fu Jiujiu helped him to the sofa and sat down, and took off his coat for him: "This is my home, senior, you went wrong."
"Isn't your home my home?" Lin Jun frowned, as if he didn't quite understand Fu Jiujiu's words.
The smell of wine, perfume and cold air radiated from him little by little, and it smelled very good.
Fu Jiujiu looked at him for a moment and didn't argue any more.
He fed him a glass of water and helped him into the bedroom.
Gently took off his shoes, sweater, trousers...
Then put him in a warm bedding room.
Very cherished.
Just when he was about to get up, he was pressed down by heavy pressure.
Lin Jun was very drunk, and his hands were a little out of control. He pressed his waist with one hand and the back of his head with the other, and pushed him down hard.
Before Fu Jiujiu even had time to react, his lips were caught by a pair of hot lips.
Lin Jun kissed so hard that Fu Jiujiu's lips hurt.
He was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, his brain gradually fell into chaos,
Feel like you're going to die.
Lin Jun's kissing/kissing skills are so superb that he can't make a choice between struggling and enjoying.
It wasn't until he thought that he would probably be No.1 who died because of the kiss, that the kiss finally became gentle and became like a gentle breeze.
He gently sucked his lower lip and began to touch his own body, as if looking for something.
While pecking and kissing him lightly, he muttered puzzledly, "Where is the gift my mother gave me?"
Fu Jiujiu's whole body was so weak that he couldn't comprehend what the gift he was talking about was.
It wasn't until Lin Jun gave up looking for it, put his earlobe in his mouth, and said softly and coquettishly, "I won't wear .T today, okay?"
The author has something to say: It's great that everyone has received a New Year's gift!sprinkle flowers~~~~
Mom's gift is too practical, 2333, it doesn't matter, it will be used sooner or later
感谢在2020-08-1516:59:41~2020-08-1619:34:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: He He, Sprinkle a flower, Cute biubiubiu, Fishing a moon 1;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Hegui Gushan Temple; 6 bottles of today's strong wind; 5 bottles of Nightmare;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!