Although he didn't know what Wei Jinrong's purpose was, he seemed to be in a very bad situation, even isolated.

It's miserable, but what does it have to do with him?

There was a laugh in the movie at this time, the audience burst out laughing, and Lin Zhi also chuckled.

After the movie ended, some of the people who left the scene were still discussing the plot just now.

Jing Xun wanted to say something in his heart, but he was used to not talking, after all, he was alone most of the time, if it weren't for his parents who would force him to communicate with him, and let Sister Han communicate with him, otherwise he might not really speak because he didn't need to speak.

"The case just now is quite interesting, generally speaking, in this kind of movie, the suspects who are usually identified are not murderers, but I didn't expect some anti-routines."

Lin Zhi took the lead in opening the chatterbox, and Jing Xun spoke.

"It's a bit surprising, I thought the murderer would be ......"

Jing Xun said as he walked out of the viewing hall with Lin Zhi, in front of them was a small couple, the boy threw away the garbage, and naturally held his girlfriend's hand.

Jing Xun's voice dragged out a little, and he unconsciously looked at Lin Zhi's hand.

Lin Zhi pretended not to understand and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There's something I want for you, buy a set meal and get it."

Jing Xun took out the little doll in his coat and put it in Lin Zhi's hand.

It was a white puppy plush doll lying on its stomach, and a small doll in the crane machine placed in the lobby of the movie theater was one type.

"Thank you."

Lin Zhi shook it in front of his eyes and put it in his coat pocket.

Next to the doll, there is a portable saber that has been wiped clean of blood.

Jing Xun was a little disappointed for no reason, why didn't Lin Weaving ask what kind of package it was given.

Lin Weaving's eyesight is very good, after all, there are posters in the hall, and the size is not small.

It's just that he deliberately didn't say or ask, so he didn't have to let those two words be applied to them now.

"It's time for dinner, I'll see what restaurants are nearby, you invite me to watch a movie, I'll invite you to dinner."

"Okay."

Lin Zhi chose a restaurant with a good reputation, and the small dessert after the meal was also particularly delicious.

On the return car, Jing Xun felt that this long-lost experience was very good.

At this moment, he really forgot that the original purpose of going out was to go to his brother's residence, and he ignored this point to himself.

Pushing open the door from outside the house and going home, feeling the ample heating in the room, Jing Xun suddenly felt that his home was indeed a little cold, even if he didn't think so before.

He wasn't too busy recording the thoughts in his head to check the house's heating that hadn't been turned on for a long time.

There was a noticeable change in temperature in the house, and Hayashi sat on the sofa and took off his coat due to the rising temperature.

Jing Xun came up from the basement and saw Lin Weaving's clothes changing, and wondered why he hadn't taken this into account two days ago.

After looking at Lin Zhi, Jing Xun also knew that his gaze might be a little too straightforward, and asked, "Is it warmer?" ”

"It's better, but doesn't it make you feel hot, does it affect your paintings?"

"It doesn't matter."

Jing Xun didn't care much, he had a constant temperature equipment running on the second floor, and this temperature had little impact on the pigments.

Lin Zhi bowed his head and did not ask again.

Although the scientific and technological level of this world is similar to that of the world before him, there are some differences, including pigments, it stands to reason that the speed of drying an oil painting is at least ten days or more, but the pigments in this world seem to be a little different, the high-quality pigments can be dried in a day or two if they are fast, and it will take longer if they are thick coated.

In order to avoid the atmosphere falling into silence, Jing Xun found another topic.

"What's next for you?"

He was as straightforward as ever, wondering if Lin Zhi wanted to leave or stay.

"I don't have any plans for the time being, I took a leave of absence from work, I may stay here for a while and wait for the result, if I can't wait, I may go back."

Lin Zhi gave a very vague concept of time and did not elaborate.

Jing Xun was slightly relieved, it was not good to leave immediately, if it really came to that day, then wait for that day.

Lin Zhi got up from the sofa and said, "I borrowed the bathroom, and I just went out sweating." ”

He actually rubbed some gray on his body, but fortunately, the color of today's clothes is relatively light, so it is not very conspicuous.

After Lin Zhi took the clothes into the bathroom, Jing Xun involuntarily followed up the bedroom and stopped outside the bathroom.

It's time to go out and paint, or it's a pity to forget, reason reminds me.

However, Jing Xun sat on the bed with some inexplicable movements, his eyes looking in the direction of the bathroom.

If you have to describe it, then someone pushing the door in at this moment will definitely misunderstand what they are going to do next, whether the person who came in was Wei Jinrong or not.

Chapter 103: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

There was a sudden sound of things breaking in the bathroom, which made Jing Xun get up immediately.

He subconsciously pressed his hand on the armrest, pressed it down, and found himself pushing open the door in a slightly stunned way...... Lin Weaving did not have an anti-lock.

The warm smell of the bathroom was wafering, the water had stopped, but the fog was still rising.

The eyes of the young man leaning over under the shower widened slightly, and he was a little stunned that the door was suddenly opened.

Broken on the ground was a small bottle of conditioner, which was a customized version of a brand commonly used by Jingxun, and the packaging of the glass bottle was not convenient, but it was beautiful.

Because of Jing Xun's height, things have always been placed in a more convenient position for him, and the glass that fell from the height scattered into pieces of different sizes.

"Are you alright?"

Jing Xun asked, his eyes falling on Lin Zhi's fingertips.

It seemed to have been scratched by picking up debris, and blood was spilling outward and clotting into beads.

Some of the scattered shards of glass were washed away by the current, and the scene was vaguely reflected, and the shards reflected the light and flickered.

The young man's fingers were slender and beautiful, the injured ring finger drooped down, and the blood from the small wound continued to spill outward, and the blood beads became larger and larger, crumbling, and would splash on the ground at any time.

Jing Xun stared at it like a demon, waiting for it to splash down.

"It's fine, it's just that my hand suddenly couldn't use my strength, so I accidentally broke something."

Lin Zhi stood up and looked at Jing Xun outside the door, with some apology in his voice.

His eyelashes were long, and they seemed to be stained with a bit of dampness, making them soft and innocent in the light.

He raised his hand to roll away the blood that was about to drip away with the tip of his tongue, and held it slightly to stop the bleeding.

The lip flaps are painted in bright blood, and in the cool-toned bathrooms covered with white tiles and clear glass, they resemble beautiful and cruel mist beauty.

This is a silent temptation that no one can resist, and Jing Xun can't help but approach.

The wet beauty's hair was dripping with water, cutting across her neck and falling down her collarbone.

Approaching is already the beginning of a relationship passover, crossing a taboo.

"There's debris on the ground, watch your feet."

Jing Xun reminded him, as if he just wanted to help.

But his eyes didn't say that, and the color of desire in his gray-blue eyes was intense, and mixed warm emotions were surging in them.

Lin Zhi wore shoes on his feet, and at the moment when he was hugged by Jing Xun's waist, he stepped on the upper of the shoe and tiptoed slightly, and happened to fall into Jing Xun's arms.

This is not the posture of the princess hugging, Jing Xun slid down with his hand after holding up Lin Weaving, holding Lin Weaving's thigh, so that he could hang on himself.

In order to maintain his balance, Lin Zhi had to wrap his arms around Jing Xun's neck to prevent himself from leaning back in the shaking.

Jing Xun's body temperature is very high, and the hot body temperature seems to ignite people through his clothes.

After the heating was running in the house, he took off his thin coat lined with a short black T.

The water that rolled from Lin Weaving's hair fell onto his shoulders, a little wet.

The black clothes became heavy, and so did the smell that lingered in the air.

Jing Xun stepped on the glass shards indifferently, trampling them into powder.

Jing Xun's body shape can give people a special sense of security, and he also has a purity that has not experienced the baptism of desire, once dyed with this color, he has a different kind of sexiness.

Like a glass stained with blood that has been reduced to pieces, like a cold and sharp incense, like a black T-shirt stained with water.

Lin Weaving's face was dyed a thin red, and he couldn't tell if it was because of his mood or his lover's body temperature.

Jing Xun wanted to carry Lin Zhi out of the door, but when passing by the bathroom mirror, the thoughts of his brain were suppressed by other thoughts.

Or that he doesn't have the reason to be responsible for dominating at the moment, since he pushed the door and saw Lin Weaving, he has long been occupied by chaotic sensibility, so he can do whatever he wants, regardless of whether the reason is sufficient.

There is no reason, being bewitched is the best reason.

The artist and his tendency to indulge in sensuality, and the strong emotional colors are dizzying.

The sudden coldness on his back made Lin Zhi tremble unconsciously, and the temperature of the items was lower in the wet and cold season.

The sudden situation made Lin Weaving not have time to react, and between the ice and fire, shadows covered him.

"You're so beautiful."

Jing Xun muttered in a low voice, what he admired was not only Lin Zhi's appearance, but also his eyes, his emotions, his soul, whatever he displayed, whatever constituted him.

The mirror reflected Lin Zhi's side face, and Jing Xun's eyes were full of obsession and greed, which was the thirst and burning that made people's hearts beat wildly.

It's hard to tell whether this is a believer or a prisoner.

The mirror in the bathroom is not the usual dry and wet separation on the washstand, but an invisible recessed outer layer.

There was no barrier between them, Lin Zhi and Jing Xun looked at each other, and replied with a low smile, "Thank you." ”

These two words appear very frequently in the dialogue between him and Jing Xun, and the more unfamiliar the relationship, the more polite and polite any little thing is.

However, this time the meaning of gratitude is different.

Eyes are opposite, and some things are naturally natural.