MTL - Lay Flowers To Plato-Chapter 3

After the doorbell rang for a long time, Qiuqiu ran back from the door and sat in front of Bo Tu, staring at him, his front paws moving restlessly, and he could really see how fiery his enthusiasm for the guest outside was.

In the end, Berto got up and went to open the door.

Thinking about it, I know that it was Fan Xiaoyu who gave the news. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that she came after Zhou Niansen just after her forefoot?

As soon as the security door was opened, Zhou Niansen outside the door immediately pushed open the door and strode in, breaking Bo Tu's wishful thinking that he only wanted to talk to him through the crack of the door.

"You want to treat me as a courier again. If you have a package or not, get out?" Zhou Niansen unceremoniously opened the refrigerator and took out the ice water. He poured water from a cup and drank half of the glass in one go before bending over to rub Holding Qiuqiu's head, he said, "Fat Qiuer, do you think your dad is a white-eyed wolf?"

Qiuqiu twisted his butt, and he couldn't tell whether he agreed or disagreed, but he could only see a look of flattery on his face.

Bo Tu sat back on the sofa and glanced at Zhou Niansen out of the corner of his eyes.

Zhou Niansen felt a little uncomfortable, stood up calmly, and said, "Don't look at me like that, tell it yourself, what's going on?"

Bo Tu said in a flat tone: "Nothing happened, I hit someone, but I didn't kill him."

Zhou Niansen frowned, and said yin and yang strangely: "That Luo Jing who wrote the song, right? You're pretty good at hiding it."

Bo Tu turned his eyes from him to the TV, and said with a stern face: "I didn't want to hide it from anyone, but there's no need to say it everywhere, and liking a man is not something worth promoting."

Zhou Niansen held a fire in his stomach and glanced at the TV, which was broadcasting an advertisement for breast enhancement cream. He walked over a few steps and rudely turned off the TV. Bo Tu sat motionless on the sofa, not even changing his expression, and looked at him coldly, who was already full of anger.

"You'd better make it clear to me," Zhou Niansen said in a very slow voice, suppressing his voice, "How can you get along with him when you are so good?"

Bo Tu said calmly: "I agreed when he chased me. He made a big belly and I dumped him. It's that simple. It's just an ordinary relationship, how complicated is it?"

Zhou Niansen said with a gloomy face: "I thought..." But he couldn't go on.

Bo Tu coldly snorted: "Why do you think? I'll act for you? You didn't know that I was with Luo Jing until today. Who are you pretending to be like now?"

Zhou Niansen let out a long sigh and said, "Come on, I'm talking about this... How much do you like that surname Luo? Even if you like it very much, remember not to do it in public places, I will support you to the ones today. I don’t want to go in without my hard work.”

Bai Tu said: "I know, I have a sense."

Zhou Niansen said meanly: "Have your senses? Cats and dogs are all good at it, so I'm embarrassed to say that I have sense."

Bo Tu looked impatient, stood up and said: "I want to rest, you go away."

He turned around and took two steps towards the bedroom. Behind him, Zhou Niansen suddenly said, "Why did the surnamed Luo cheat?"

This question is actually very strange, especially in this context, it is almost illogical.

But Bo Tu turned around suddenly as if he had been stung, and said with a sneer, "What is there to ask? Don't you know everything? Why did he cheat on you back then?"

On the contrary, Zhou Niansen quickly calmed down and said obscurely, "Are you still... like that? Would you like to see a doctor again?"

Bo Tu turned his face to one side and said slightly mockingly, "I've been blushing since seventeen, and I don't have the face to see such a problem."

"Nonsense," Zhou Niansen's tone turned out to be a little strangely pleasing, "I could watch it in those years, why not now?"

Bo Tu squinted at him, his condescending eyes full of contempt, and said coldly: "In those years? After breaking up with you, the first thing I learned was to be shameless."

Zhou Niansen choked in a breath, and said hard endured: "I'm OK with whatever you say, but you can't just drag it on like this, you still have to go and see it, and it will be cured sooner rather than later."

"You're too lenient, the brokerage contract didn't include this. Besides," Bo Tu stared at him fiercely, and after a while he spat out a sentence between his thin lips, "Even if it's cured, I won't **** you. "

Zhou Niansen slammed the door and left.

The loud closing sound made Qiuqiu roll over from the dog bed, rubbing hard against Bo Tu's legs for a sense of security.

Bo Tu still maintained the standing position just now, but his back was even more straight. The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room cut him into a slender figure and spread it on the oak-colored floor, looking lonely and sad.

Next to the green belt downstairs in the apartment, Zhou Niansen was sitting on the fence smoking a cigarette, and after a while he threw a few cigarette butts underground.

He and Bo Tu have been together for three years, and their love is dead and alive, but now that they have broken up, it has been the fifth year.

When they were together, Bo Tu first came out of the closet with the family, and when it was over, Bo Tu broke up first.

Patu is sick, really sick. Sexualdysfunction, Chinese is called sexual dysfunction, in layman's terms is frigidity.

For three years, two months and twelve days, they never had complete sex, not even once.

Zhou Niansen still doesn't know whose fault the breakup is, the one who is sick is Bo Tu, but the one who cheats is him.

In the fifth year since the breakup, Bo Tu has never found a new person. Last month, Zhou Niansen accidentally discovered that Bo Tu was very close to the composer Luo Jing. On Luo Jing's birthday, Bo Tu ordered a watch from Switzerland for him.

Zhou Niansen had always known that he still loved Bo Tu, but it was only at this time that he suddenly realized how much he loved Bo Tu. He didn't want to see a little bit of the possibility that Petto might fall in love with someone else, and he didn't want to imagine a little bit of the possibility that Peto might never love him again.

Apartment upstairs.

Boto lay flat on the sofa, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Qiuqiu was lying on the rug next to him, and after a while he looked up at his father, and then lay down again. Have fun.

After a long time, Qiuqiu raised his head again, and Bo Tu turned around and hugged him. He thought that his father finally wanted to play with him. He happily wagged his tail. , Dad's eyes are watering!

It was already evening, and when other owners who came back from get off work passed by Zhou Niansen, they all looked at the cigarette butts there.

Zhou Niansen stood up, his legs were a little numb and he couldn't stand firm, he clenched his fist and hammered twice, picked up the cigarette butts from the ground one by one, and threw them into the trash can next to him. A young mother pulled her five- or six-year-old daughter to pass by. The little girl looked at Zhou Niansen curiously, Zhou Niansen smiled at her, and the little girl smiled shyly and waved her little hand at him.

It was not until the mother and daughter were far away that Zhou Niansen retracted his gaze, looked up at the sunset that was dyed red by the setting sun, took a few deep breaths, and returned to the car parked more than a dozen steps away. He took a wet towel to wipe his hands, then dialed Berto's cell phone number.

"Hello." Berto's voice was a little dull.

Zhou Niansen pretended to be relaxed and said, "I forgot something. My mother said yesterday that I didn't think of you for a while. You've been fine these days. Take time to visit her, okay?"

After a while, Bo Tu said, "It depends on the schedule."

Zhou Niansen said: "Okay, you're sure of the time and let me know first, don't when the old lady goes out to dance the square dance again and is not at home."

Bo Tu said vaguely: "Well, I see."

Zhou Niansen wanted to say something else, but a prompt tone came from the receiver that the other party hung up.

Two days later, Fan Xiaoyu was called by Bo Tu to be a driver early in the morning.

"I don't have work arrangements today," she muttered while flipping through her schedule as if she didn't wake up. "I thought it was because the company was in a hurry. Where are you going?"

Bai Tu said: "If you want to visit an elder, go buy something first."

Out of the shopping mall carrying a large box of wild ginseng powder and a set of C brand skin care kits, Fan Xiaoyu got into the car and showed the things to Bai Tu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and said, "Who are you going to see? what?"

Bo Tu said lightly, "Zhou Niansen's mother."

Fan Xiaoyu's mouth turned into an "O" shape. She suddenly remembered that she had committed a case of collaborating with the enemy and betraying her country two days ago.

Bo Tu glanced at her and said, "Fan Xiaoyu, do you need to get out of the car and buy something else?"

Fan Xiaoyu sneered and said, "No need, this thing is enough."

Bai Tu said: "I think you should buy a Ma Yinglong. It's useless to twist it around, and the chair cushion can't cure hemorrhoids."

Fan Xiaoyu hurriedly sat down, raised her head and raised her chest and tucked her abdomen, and said with a straight face, "Where does Brother Sen's mother live?"