i really like you

Tang Yuan had a dream. In the dream, he wanted to pee, but he couldn't find a place, and he was spinning around anxiously.

There is a voice that has been enjoying it all the time, and shouting persuasively, pee here, pee here.

Just when he used the bed as a toilet and was about to urinate uncontrollably, he woke up with a start.

Tang Yuan opened his eyes to the ceiling in shock and panted heavily, oh shit, he almost wetted the bed!

Let alone being such an adult, this is still at that man's house. If he wets the bed, that scene will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Just when Tang Yuan was propping up the bed with his hands and wanted to sit up, in a blink of an eye, he found a man standing by the bed for an unknown amount of time, with a demonic expression on his face.

Tang Yuan was frightened, no sound came out of his throat, he just stared blankly at the man who shouldn't appear in front of him, his mind rumbled for a while, as if a fierce war of the century was being staged, extremely chaotic.

Pei Wenjin's voice sounded in the room, with an unknown hoarseness, "Master, did you scare you?"

Tang Yuan was agitated, and when he looked at it intently, the man's face was flat and unmoved, the expression of demonic barriers disappeared, and he felt in a trance that he was delusional, "Why are you here?"

His voice was dry when he spoke, with confusion and a bit of cautious anticipation.

There were dots between Pei Wenjin's fingers, he took a puff of cigarette and said, "It's raining, I'll come in and close the window."

Just like the dubbing in the later stage, Tang Yuan listened to the sound of rain, and the little doubts in his heart disappeared.

Pei Wenjin closed the window and left the room.

Tang Yuan was unspeakably disappointed, if instead of closing the window, he came to peek at me, touch me, hug me, and kiss me, that would be great.

There was still a smell of tobacco in the room, suggesting that the scene just happened was not a hallucination, Tang Yuan didn't know what kind of sleeping position he was in, whether it was childish or seductive.

Of course, the latter is best, but if it is the former, there is no other way, he can only appoint.

Tang Yuan subconsciously touched his chest, but when he found nothing, he put his hand inside the neckline, hooked the red rope, fished out the jade, and pinched it.

"Why did I fall asleep?" "When did I fall asleep?"

After repeating it over and over several times, Tang Yuan ran to pee. When he went out, he looked in the mirror and found a red mark on his neck.

It doesn't look like a mosquito bag, it is probably pinched out by myself while sleeping.

After such a toss, Tang Yuan's sleepiness was gone. He walked out of the room lightly, and found that the light in the study room was off, the door was half-closed, and it was pitch black inside.

A gust of night wind wrapped in the coolness of the rain came from the direction of the balcony, Tang Yuan shivered, and he was circling in the living room like a headless fly.

After finally coming to that man's place, he unexpectedly stayed for one night.

As a result, it will be dawn in a few hours. What does this mean?It means that this night will pass unremarkably.

I can't even smell a fucking broth.

Reluctantly, Tang Yuan walked to the balcony and stared at the night for a while, then went back to the room dejectedly.

As soon as he lay down, Tang Yuan was taken aback for a moment. He heard the sound of splashing water and muttered strangely. Didn't that man take a bath?I washed it shortly after him, why did I still wash it in the middle of the night?

Tang Yuan touched his phone and swiped it. Half an hour later, the sound of water was still ringing. Just as he was about to go out to have a look, the sound of water stopped. He curled his lips and lay back to sleep.

It rained sparsely until morning, and the sky cleared up.

Tang Yuan came out of the room with panda eyes on his face, his bones were soft, his face was haggard, he looked like a drug addict.

He walked into the living room with his slippers on, and saw the man running on the treadmill. He was dressed differently than usual. He didn't have a suit or leather shoes, and he didn't even wear a shirt. He just wore a simple white T-shirt and a pair of casual linen trousers .

Her hair looked as if she had woken up, unkempt, messy and careless.

The aura of the whole person has changed, it is no longer strict and indifferent, it has a bit of a friendly taste of a good man at home, and the facial contours have softened a lot, at least several years younger.

Tang Yuan smacked his lips first, this trip was not in vain, he saw a different side of the man, and then he found that the man's back was wet with sweat, revealing strong lines.

He swallowed, as if smelling meat.

This early in the morning, just come out like this, so as not to let him have a good time.

Pei Wenjin got off the treadmill, wiped the sweat from his face and neck with a towel on the side, breathed slightly, and his voice was a little lazier than usual, "Morning, master."

Tang Yuan saw a bead of sweat roll down from the black hair on the back of the man's neck, and hit the slender wheat-colored neck, leaving a very shallow water mark. He restrained himself from grabbing the neck and chewing it Impulsively, he turned his head to one side to catch his breath and then turned it back, smiling casually and saying hello, "Good morning."

Pei Wenjin went to take a shower and came out, changed into trousers and shirt, without a tie, his hair was blown half dry, and he stroked it back, he curled his dark eyebrows, "Master wants to have breakfast with me , or go out to eat?"

Tang Yuan yawned lazily, "Don't go out, just eat whatever you want."

While Pei Wenjin was making breakfast, Tang Yuan nestled on the sofa and scanned every detail of the living room. Most dancers have a little ADHD. He is one of the few who can dance for hours without moving his buttocks. A few hours, whatever.

After Tang Yuan finished scanning, he didn't find any clues in the living room that the man's buddy left when he borrowed the room. Could it be that after he left, the other party would clean up all the traces left by him like dust?

When I think about it, I feel a little panicked.

Tang Yuan hoped that he would be treated differently from other men, not because he was the boss's son.

Greed is a bottomless pit, and it's scary.

Breakfast is a glass of milk, a toast and omelette.

Tang Yuan felt like eating delicacies from mountains and seas. He said in a vague voice, "Secretary Pei, you know how to cook."

Yes, the omelet looks good and delicious.

Pei Wenjin said calmly, "The living conditions at home are poor, so I'll be fine at a very young age."

Tang Yuan imagined a dark and skinny little boy carrying a bench to the kitchen, standing on it and cooking with a large spatula that was extremely disproportionate to his height, he pursed his lips hard, his living conditions were good, Don't worry about food and clothing, and don't realize the difficulty and powerlessness of being trapped by poverty.

The family backgrounds are very different. In this way, can they still have common topics?

Tang Yuan knew that some people had a mentality of hatred for the rich, which led to strong prejudice and hostility towards him, thinking that everything about him was given by his father, that he was worthless, and that without his father, he was nothing, not even a fart I don't know how this man thinks of him despite his identity as the young master of the Tang family.

Pei Wenjin raised his eyelids, and found that the boy's eyes were red, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, "What are you thinking, young master?"

"I'm thinking, it's true that the children of the poor are in charge of the family early," Tang Yuan curled his lips, "Look at me, although I can't open my mouth and stretch out my clothes, I can't even cook a pot of rice. .”

Pei Wenjin saw that the young man poked the fried egg in a mess, and his whole body exuded a sense of disappointment. He rubbed the fork in his hand a few times, "Master just has no chance to learn."

Tang Yuan raised his head abruptly, "Then if I learn it, can I learn it?"

"Of course," Pei Wenjin saw the tension in the boy's clear eyes, and said, "Master is very smart."

Tang Yuan was immediately full of confidence.

He decided to learn cooking from the cook, cleaning from the servants, tidying up the house, and pruning flowers from the gardener every weekend.

There is no harm in learning more skills.

Around 07:30, Pei Wenjin drove Tang Yuan home.

Tang Yuan was catching up on sleep along the way, and when he got home he was full of sleep, and he stretched his waist in the bright sunshine.

The housekeeper who came out to greet him saw that Pei Wenjin had sent his young master home unscathed, so in order to express his gratitude, he enthusiastically kept him for lunch.

Pei Wenjin agreed.

When guests come to the house, the cook who knows superb cooking skills is the happiest, and she can seize the opportunity to show her skills.

This house is as big as a labyrinth, there is no one nearby, and there is no opportunity to visit. The husband has a lot of entertainment and doesn't come back very often. It turns out that there is a young master who likes to eat, so the cook took the trouble to study the recipes and improve his cooking skills. Now he lives in the house. It's school, and I only come back on weekends. At other times, it's just them servants, not to mention how deserted it is.

Tang Yuan was naturally happy, but he couldn't show it. He stayed upstairs for more than ten minutes, doing nothing but writing a diary, and recording stroke by stroke on the notebook, it would appear real.

When he went downstairs, he saw the butler playing chess with Pei Wenjin, so Tang Yuan washed an apple and moved over to it.

The housekeeper had the upper hand, while Pei Wenjin was passive.

Tang Yuan quickly observed the overall situation, and kept thinking about the direction of various chess games.

"wrong."

A boy's voice sounded in his ears, and Pei Wenjin paused when he put the chess pieces.

Tang Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed, "Go here."

When the butler saw the position, his eyelids twitched. He felt bad, so he quit, "Master, Secretary Pei is young, has a good brain, and is better at adapting to changes than I am. You should come to my side and help me."

Tang Yuan said, "He won't."

Pei Wenjin said without raising his eyelids, "Well, I can't."

housekeeper:"……"

Chess skills are so-so, and skill is two different things. If I really can't, then who have I been playing chess with?

Tang Yuan sat down on the carpet, gnawed two bites of an apple, puffed out his cheeks, and said vaguely, "It's okay, I'm here, I'll help you."

Pei Wenjin continued to follow the trend, "Then trouble the young master."