Look good

It was the first time the two married.

That morning they went to get the certificate together and became a legal couple in the true sense. At night, Qiao Xing was thinking about whether they should open a night view room or a sea view room, but Wen Changrong took him by the hand and went up to the second floor, and opened the door. A dark door that Qiao Xing had never seen before.

—If the bed is lifted out, this is totally a high-end office.

This was Qiao Xing's first thought when he saw Wen Changrong's bedroom.

Although the room is spacious, there are only four colors of black, white, gray and brown. The decoration lines of the room are simple but have a sense of design, making it look very high-end, but at the same time, every corner and design are the same as the owner of the room, with an unspeakable The sharpness and coldness, coupled with the fact that everything in the room is neatly arranged, and every decoration is tightly stitched, at first glance, this bedroom looks like a staid old gentleman, with an inexplicable sense of abstinence and inviolability. Majestic breath.

Qiao Xing breathed lightly when he walked into the room, and put away the mess in his head, for fear of disturbing Wen Changrong's precious "forbidden place", but he didn't know that the moment the two stepped into the room——Wen Changrong took him He dragged and dragged it to the bed.

……Um.

Sure enough, this is Wen Changrong's style.

The buttons of the suit collapsed and fell to the ground. Qiao Xing lay on a black mattress embellished with some kind of white fruit pattern. The black and white colors were supposed to give people a sense of abstinence and indifference, but Qiao Xing's skin was even more embellished when he lay on it. The translucent whiteness, coupled with the flushed cheeks when he was emotional, changed the taste of the whole bed. Over there, Wen Changrong squinted his eyes when he saw him, and jumped on him without even taking off his clothes.

At first, Qiao Xing thought that Wen Changrong was amazing, he could be in heat in such a room full of sexual frigidity and a sense of abstinence, but when he found that black would make everything that dripped more clearly, he finally understood Wen Changrong's meaning Bad taste.

The red notebook was placed on the bedside, and the two of them were in a turmoil on the bed. They were all extremely excited that night, making the mattress dirty.

When the fierce battle was over, the bed sheet under Qiao Xing was completely unreadable, and his whole body was dripping with sweat, and he didn't even want to lift his fingers.

On the contrary, Wen Changrong was 'in his prime', so he just took him into his arms from behind and talked to him about work.

"Father has agreed with me to take over the Wen family's company again."

"Ah?" Qiao Xing was so tired that he couldn't lift his fingers at that time, so he could only answer instinctively, "Then congratulations, sir."

"Hmm." Wen Changrong kissed his red ears and said, "I may be busy for a while."

"Um……"

"When the career is almost stable, let's hold another wedding." Wen Changrong said, "We also have to find time to take wedding photos."

wedding?

Qiao Xing paused.

Although he knew that a man's words could not be trusted in bed, he couldn't help feeling happy.

Enduring the soreness, he turned around and asked excitedly, "Really?"

"Yeah." Wen Changrong nodded, brushed his sweat-soaked hair away, and asked, "Do you want Chinese style or Western style?"

"Is Chinese style okay? After all..."

……

"Qiao Xing?" Wen Changrong had already sat on the bed at this time, seeing Qiao Xing standing still for a long time, he called him strangely.

"Ah?" Qiao Xing came to his senses from the memories, his eyes dullly glanced at Wen Changrong whose arms were wrapped in bandages on the bed, and then at the familiar black-and-white sheets.

Qiao Xing asked: "Why are the bed sheets from so many years ago still there? I remember that Wen's family supplies are not replaced every season?"

"Sheets?" Wen Changrong seemed to be a little puzzled when he suddenly asked about the bed sheets. Hearing that the man turned his head to look at the pattern of the mattress, he turned his head and answered as if thinking of something, "This is the new one, not the original one." .”

"Ah?" Qiao Xing was at a loss, "Did you buy two sets of the same?"

"Of course not." Wen Changrong shook his head, then pointed to the fruit pattern on the black quilt, "This is a new product for this year's season, not the one four years ago at all."

Qiao Xing heard the words and looked carefully, only to see that although they are roughly the same, four years ago the black base had a white pattern similar to an apple, but today, there are small divisions of grains in the white, which are obviously patterns of other fruits.

Feelings are what he misunderstood.

At this time, Wen Changrong added: "However, this is indeed the same series as the one four years ago, so it's not surprising that it looks wrong."

"Oh." Qiao Xing replied, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked casually, "What series?"

"To Plato."

"..."

As soon as the name came out, Qiao Xing couldn't help laughing out loud.

He fell back on the soft bed, his body twitched because of his smile: "Mr. Wen, don't you feel embarrassed to use a bed sheet with this name? Aren't you afraid that the designer will spit out fragrance or Plato will lift the coffin? "

Wen Changrong naturally understood the meaning of this typical 'Joe's sarcasm'.

The man glanced sideways at Qiao Xing who was trembling with laughter, then turned his head away, and explained to him indifferently: "Although Plato does refer to spiritual love in most people's cognition, that is, there is no sex. existing."

"uh-huh."

"However, a person cannot be resurrected after death. Even if I have sex on the bed sheet with Plato's name on it, Plato can't uncover the coffin and get up and beat me."

"..."

What a materialist, there is no way to refute this logical rogue.

Co-authoring you bully the dead and can't bring them back to life, so use them casually?

Qiao Xing thought that Wen Changrong was really a rogue, and then looked suspiciously at Wen Changrong's straight back.

He wasn't quite sure whether what Wen Changrong said just now was really answering him in a serious manner, or if he was mocking him and throwing a little temper tantrum.

"One more thing," Wen Changrong said, "'Plato refers to asexual love' is just one of the interpretations of Plato, there are too many other explanations for Plato, one of which is: Plato advocated 'spiritual love', It’s not that there is no sex. Plato believed that spiritual love is noble. Compared with sex, spiritual harmony is more important, and love is more about spiritual harmony.”

"..."

Qiao Xing was directly stunned by Wen Changrong's long words.

Since the death of his parents, he has not been interested in studying, so his grades are very poor. After that, he went to college to study music, and he did not study any philosophy at all.

However, he still roughly understood what Wen Changrong meant. Wen Changrong believed that Plato was a spiritually compatible love, not a sexless existence.

Uh.

Who can say clearly about philosophy?

Qiao Xing scratched his head.

"Also..." Wen Changrong turned his head slightly, revealing half of his sharp jawline. The man's gray pupils refracted some faint light under the light, as if hinting at him: "Can you see that?" What is the pattern printed on this sheet?"

"..." Qiao Xing turned his head to look at the words. He stared at the small grain of the flesh pattern for a while, and replied, "...Pomegranate? Passion fruit? Many small bubbles? I don't understand the thinking of an artist like Made , What are you drawing?"

"Pomegranate." Wen Changrong replied, "Pomegranate is a symbol of 'carnal desire'."

Qiao Xing: "..."

"And the set we used four years ago had apples printed on it."

Wen Changrong said: "The forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve ate was the apple, what does it represent... I don't need to say it."

"..."

Qiao Xing was convinced.

The designer who emotionally designed this set of bed sheets is also Mensao. In the name of Plato, he made a black and white color scheme of abstinence and frigidity, but made some hints of yellow and yellow patterns.

"Tsk." Qiao Xing rolled to the side, slightly distanced from the pomegranate pattern on the quilt, "It's really a boring person who uses boring things."

Wen Changrong didn't make any response to Qiao Xing's evaluation. The man just turned his body around, and through the unbuttoned four shirt buttons, he could see his sexy collarbone and his small half-strong chest wrapped in gauze.

——Half-covered but not exposed.

There is a way to cover up, and there is a way to refuse and welcome.

Qiao Xing suspected that Wen Changrong, an old man, was deliberately seducing him.

"I like the sheets of this series very much." Wen Changrong said.

"Huh?" Qiao Xing absently turned his gaze back from his muscles.

"Last time, and this time, I actually asked the servant to change it temporarily."

"Huh?" Qiao Xing recalled, "You mean you asked someone to change the sheets?"

"Well," Wen Changrong stared at him and said after a moment of silence, "Because I think you and this set of sheets have an unspeakable similarity and fit."

"..."

This is a bit gross.

It's not like what Wen Changrong would say.

Qiao Xing didn't speak, just raised his eyes, watching Wen Changrong gradually approaching him.

"Doesn't it look good when I lie on it?" Qiao Xing asked, "It makes people look like they want to fuck."

"..." Probably did not expect Qiao Xing to say this on his own initiative, Wen Changrong paused, shook his head, and nodded again.

"Yes, you look really good lying on it." Wen Changrong said, "But what I mean by fit is more than that."

"..."

The black and gray eyes collided in the air, some words were too clear without saying, they already knew it by heart.

Qiao Xing moved his eyes away first, hooked the corner of his mouth like a sneer, then turned his head, raised his leg and touched a certain place under the man's trousers with his foot.

There was a half-smile on his face, his eyes wandered over the man's open skirt, and he exerted a little force on his feet while smiling.

"The collar is so low, and the words are so nice, why, you want to trick me into bed?"

"..." Wen Changrong let him move and didn't move, but there seemed to be flames burning in those gray eyes.

Wen Changrong's voice was a little hoarse. He looked at him and replied, "I really want to go to bed, but I didn't lie to you."

After saying this, the man emphasized again, "everything I say is the truth."

"..."

Qiao Xing raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly to see the man's expression.

He finally retracted his feet and rolled further away.

"The upper brain of a sperm can say anything. I don't believe it. If you want me to believe it, you'd better give up going to bed and let's just sleep under the quilt."

Qiao Xing had already reached this point, but Wen Changrong insisted on it for a while.

"But……"

"Let's lie or go to bed, choose one of the two." Qiao Xing's attitude was firm, with a kind of vengeful resoluteness.

"...I'm going to country C in three days." Wen Changrong said.

"..."

There was a brief silence in the room, and for a moment, Qiao Xing said, "Go to sleep."

……

The two of them washed up and lay down on the bed. The room was plunged into darkness. Wen Changrong was usually very busy with work, so the biggest pursuit of sleeping at night was naturally the quality of sleep.

In addition to being dark enough in the bedroom, the diaphragm sound effect is also very good, and the surroundings are so quiet that even the slightly disordered breathing of each other can be heard.

Qiao Xing was not asleep, and neither was Wen Changrong.

After staying in the hospital for so many days, Wen Changrong was used to keeping a still position, but Qiao was lucky, he couldn't help but kept turning over when he couldn't sleep, frying himself like a pancake.

After tossing and turning several times, Qiao Xing finally turned his back to Wen Changrong, and his eyes fell on the photo frame on the bedside table.

The room was too dark, and only the outline of the photo frame could be seen vaguely. Qiao Xing felt a little irritated for no reason. He couldn't help picking up the phone next to the pillow to check the time, but he happened to see a message sent to him by his assistant Xiao Chen during the day. WeChat message.

[I took a wedding photo with my girlfriend, does it look good, boss? 】

Hold.

Qiao Xing was irritable.

Angrily, he snapped the phone back, looked at the photo frame where the photo could not be clearly seen, and asked, "When did you put that photo frame there?"

"..." Wen Changrong was not asleep, of course, so he answered after hearing the words, "Don't you know the day after you got the photo?"

Wen Changrong said, "You still watched me pose."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't speak.

Yes, of course he remembered.

He remembered that the second day after they went to bed, they rushed to take wedding photos, and a month later, after the photos were developed, Wen Changrong put them on the bedside table in front of him.

"Have you been standing there?" Qiao Xing asked again.

"Ah."

"I really have a big heart, and I'm not afraid that others will see this photo when I go to bed."

"No one has ever slept on this bed except you." Wen Changrong said, "Besides, the photos are here for people to see, aren't they?"

"Oh." Qiao Xing said, "You don't mind other people knowing that you are married when you are the co-author. Looking at my photos makes you feel more cheated, right? Wen Changrong..."

"That's not what I meant. This photo frame is here for my own sake and has nothing to do with others..."

******

Although Mr. Wen's desire to survive is very strong, but his emotional intelligence is still not very good. He was choked by Qiao Xing all night and couldn't say anything. In the end, he sighed again and again. He could only lie flat and pretend to be dead.

Although the two bickered until one o'clock in the morning before falling asleep, Qiao Xing was still in good spirits the next day.

He rushed to film the show that day, and told the director that he would not be able to participate in the filming in the next few months.

Everyone in the director's team was very surprised, but in the end they heard that someone in the family was sick, and everyone expressed their understanding. Qiao Xing also hurriedly contacted the lawyer and assistant, trying to solve the matter in the shortest possible time.

Things on his side are going well, except that Wen Changrong looks at him every day with a pair of hungry eyes that hope to have a gun with him before he dies, and there is - after he told the director team to suspend his participation in filming The next day, Ji Mingqi went to Wen's house.

Still flying in a helicopter.