january love

Eighteen (H)

dinner

"Look at you, you have to tell me your love for me in this way."

The two of them rolled from the door of the study all the way to the center, so that the floor was full of mess.

"..." Duanmu Lian was so angry that he really wanted to shut Ye Qing's mouth.

"Ye Qing...I'm hungry."

The man's hand stroking his hair paused.

No forbearance, no honorific words, no touching nose and scratching head, just simply asking for needs, in Ye Qing's eyes, it's like acting like a baby, a few simple words do not know how much trust is contained, this self-closing guy is finally willing to live A window was chiseled in the secret room that had been occupied for more than ten years.

"What to eat?"

"This has to follow the appetite of the leader."

"Now you are the leader's wife."

"..." Duanmulian pursed his lips, this man never talked seriously with him.

Ye Qing put him on the edge of the bed in the bedroom and sat down to check his knees and elbows, but they were a little red and not broken, and took out his phone to ask someone to deliver food.

"Well... can I borrow your kitchen?"

Ye Qing's hands flicked through the address book for a moment, then he threw the phone on the bed, touched his fair thigh and rubbed it hard twice, "My wife will do me a favor, Mr. Ye, I don't hesitate."

Duanmulian casually put on a piece of clothing and pushed away the clingy Ye Qing, limped into the bathroom to clean up casually, then rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen, there was nothing fresh in the refrigerator, all quick-frozen and microwave food, you can see this Men don't pay much attention to three meals a day, but fortunately there are a few eggs left.

There was a dusty shopping bag in the corner. It was obvious that it hadn’t been opened since it was brought back. Inside was a razor, a towel, a few pieces of vacuum bacon, a bag of dried noodles, some change and a supermarket. receipt.

After checking that the dried noodles were still within the shelf life, I threw away the pieces of bacon that had turned green.Just as he was struggling with the fact that he couldn't make a decent dinner for the big boss with this few ingredients, Ye Qing suddenly appeared and hugged him tightly from behind.

"Ye Qing... there are no ingredients, let's go out to eat."

"Isn't there a face?"

"...I'm afraid you'll dislike me."

"I just want to eat what you make."

"..."

So after Duanmulian and the big boss confirmed their relationship, they finally ate steaming hot, soft, smooth, and delicious love egg noodles, which didn't even have a tomato, which was very commemorative.

Duanmulian sucked on the noodles slowly, afraid that Ye Qing would think it would be shabby, but luckily the man's expression didn't change, he picked up the chopsticks and started to eat, he also fed him with a piece of egg, but was rejected.

Ye Qing is not a talkative person, he is more silent when eating, Duanmulian also likes to be quiet, so the two eat their own food without saying a word, the atmosphere is not awkward, on the contrary, it is very natural, leisurely and relaxed , There is a taste of the small days of firewood, rice, oil, salt, and simple food.

Ye Qing ate very clean, he finished the noodle soup, so Duanmulian thought the other party didn't eat enough and asked him if he wanted another bowl, the man waved his hands and said no, then he stood up and cleaned up the dishes.

"Mr. Ye, I'll be fine."

"Why did you call me here?"

"Ye...Ye Qing."

"If it's more literary, I am indeed your husband, and you are my wife. Should others call you Mrs. Ye?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about?" Duanmulian turned his face away and didn't talk to him about it.

Hearing the sound of running water in the kitchen, and Ye Qing not coming out for a long time, Duanmu Lian got up, half worried and half curious, and leaned over to have a look.

He blinked, and the big boss rolled up his sleeves and stood there stupidly. After thinking for a while, he took out a tissue. Duanmulian was sure that the other party must be preparing to dry-clean the dishes.

He felt that Ye Qing was indeed the one who could do such a thing, and when he thought about it, Duanmu Lian actually laughed, took the dishcloth next to him and handed it to Ye Qing as a technical guide, washing dishes is not difficult at all, Ye Qing soon became self-taught without a teacher.

"I will wash the dishes from now on."

"Didn't you call the clock?"

"Resigned."

"Eh?"

"I will learn to cook slowly and take care of you myself."

Hearing this, Duanmulian was in high spirits, and before he could get enough of it, he suddenly came to his senses, "I don't always talk about whether to take care of me or not."

"I want you to move here."

"...I also have a home to go back to."

"Just this month, huh?"

The three words of a month are like a customs clearance document, he doesn't want to live with Ye Qing, so he is lucky, knowing that he made a mistake and wants to make another mistake.

"...There's nothing I can do about you."

Ye Qing raised the corners of his mouth in a rare mood, and touched the tip of his nose with his wet hand, "Be obedient."

Their relationship is like a contract that will always expire.After the transaction is completed, one film and two episodes are the final destination, like a movie that has been spoiled, once you know the tragic ending, no matter how powerful the protagonist is portrayed, you can't help feeling sad, no matter how majestic you are, you will die.

Duanmulian went to take a shower, he didn't have any change of clothes, so he just wore Ye Qing's shirt, the sleeves were so big that he could only show his fingers.

When he was clattering into the bedroom wearing slippers of the wrong size, Ye Qing supported the table and let out a thoughtful [um——], the ending was long and thought-provoking, a pair of eyes were between his two/legs Glancing up and down, Duanmulian lifted the quilt and sat in without paying attention to him.

Seeing this, Ye Qing also put down his work to sleep with him, and turned off the headlights, leaving only the night light in the corner emitting an ambiguous warm light, softening the contours of the surroundings, ending today's sudden change.

Ye Qing crawled in and hugged the body that was facing away from him. He was very resistant to being touched outside but he especially liked to have skin-to-skin contact with this guy. He was greedy for the warm touch that the other person gave him, it was very comfortable, from body to heart.

He wanted to just hold on like this and not let go, like a drug addict, he wanted to swallow this person into his stomach and become his own blood, so as to retain that rare sense of security. He can't use it up, he can't even give one ten thousandth of his feelings, he can't hug enough, love him enough.

He is proficient in psychology, but he can't channel or restrain his off-track feelings. Maybe he is so dirty that he yearns for that piece of purity, just like water always sinks under oil, and the laws of nature cannot be modified.

The next day, Duanmulian was woken up by the biological clock, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Qing's sleeping handsome face. socialize.

Duanmulian gently pulled Ye Qing's arms away from him and sat up, the man's shirt was wrinkled by him, he raised his legs and wanted to get out of bed, the soft bed was dragged, causing the half-asleep and half-awake person to feel Momentarily wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Mr. Ye?"

"What time is it?" Ye Qing didn't open his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse and indescribably sexy just after waking up.

"Seven o'clock, it's still early before work time, and Mr. Ye can sleep in again."

"Mrs. Ye is always so polite about Mr. Ye."

"...Okay, okay, well...can I borrow your car to go back and change clothes? By the way...get some luggage."

"I'll take you there." Ye Qing stretched his waist and got up, Duanmulian saw that he had a kidney deficiency, it must have been a long time since he got up so early.

"No, it's such a hassle."

"Tsk, you still treat me as an outsider?"

"..."