In-house help system

"So you've been lying to me all this time? It's a lie when you say that your family has no money, it's a lie that you don't wear famous brand shoes, it's a lie that you live in a rental house, it turns out that all of these are lies!"

"Yes, I lied to you," the man who was accused felt a little helpless, "But I had no choice but to, now that you know my identity, this identity can buy you expensive cosmetics and beautiful clothes , I can give you a big house, isn't this the life we've always wanted?"

The girl's expression was unbelievable, and the two lines of tears looked pitiful. She looked at her former love as if she was looking at a stranger.

"It turns out... So that's how you look at me. In your eyes, I am no different from those women who pursue material things, right? I understand. You pretended to be a poor boy to test me, why? Your test is over? Are you satisfied with the result? Do you think I will be grateful to you? Will you be secretly glad that you found a frog prince?"

She stopped, and the grievances she had accumulated for a long time suddenly burst out, crying and shouting, "I won't! Because you have been examining me from the beginning to the end, examining whether I am a gold digger, examining whether I am qualified to stand around you!"

"I didn't examine you," the man grabbed her arm, "I really love you, why don't you believe—"

"Snapped!"

Ji Wenliang, who was drinking juice, choked and coughed.

This heroine is good in everything, but she loves to slap others in the face, and there is no warning before she does it, which makes others startled.

Feng Ming took out two tissues and handed them to him.

Ji Wenliang took it, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It's nine o'clock.

It has been five days since Dr. Yang and Song Jie came to eat at home last time. During these five days, as long as he is not on night shift, Feng Ming will definitely come to eat.

If it's just a meal, it's fine, and I have to watch this school romance drama after the meal, and watch it very seriously.

It turned out that Dr. Feng liked to follow this kind of TV series in private.

It's just that the hero and heroine on TV are bickering, parting and reuniting, but the two of them have made no progress at all.

Today's TV series is almost over, if there are no accidents, Feng Ming will go back.

He thought for a while and said, "I'll go to work tomorrow. I don't think the wound will get in the way anymore. The department is already busy. Doctor Yang and Senior Brother Song have been helping me these few days."

Feng Ming finally shifted his gaze from the TV to him, "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"I did it once the day before yesterday."

Feng Ming turned slightly sideways, facing him.

"Let me see."

Since it was his own home, Ji Wenliang dressed more casually, with light gray half-sleeves on his upper body, revealing a large section of white arms, and cotton trousers on his lower body, covering his slender legs.

He moved his body, leaned towards Feng Ming, and lowered his head.

The gauze was gently removed, revealing a long and thin wound with a faint red edge.

"Where is the medicine?"

Ji Wenliang was enveloped by the body temperature radiating from his body, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, and the blood all over his body gradually heated up.

Pointing to the drawer under the coffee table.

Feng Ming took out a cotton swab, dipped it in the liquid medicine and carefully applied it, and changed to a new gauze.

"The wound is growing well and not infected, if you want to go to work you can..."

When talking about work-related matters, Feng Ming immediately turned into a business-like attitude, extremely serious.

Coupled with superb medical skills... No wonder he is cold, but he has been respected and admired by everyone.

It's a pity that Ji Wenliang wasn't listening at all. He thought in his heart that he should catch up with the progress.

As soon as such thoughts came up, his body took action, leaned forward, and kissed Feng Ming's lips like a chicken pecking at rice.

It's a pity that it happened on a whim, so the aim was not very good, and Feng Ming didn't know what he was going to do, so he instinctively tilted his head. This sudden kiss only touched the corner of his mouth, most of it landed on his chin.

Four eyes facing each other.

Feng Ming supported the sofa with both hands, and slowly bent down, the light shone on him, just enclosing Ji Wenliang in the shadow.

Ji Wenliang dodged back little by little until it was unavoidable, and the back of his head sank deep into the soft sofa cushion.

Feng Ming thought to himself, you were the one who provoked me first, so why are you hiding now?

Close to his lips, deliberately paused for a while, and only kissed after the person under him slowly breathed disorderly.

Unexpectedly, it was a clear and light kiss, like clear water in a transparent glass, with a little honey added, and a green mint leaf floating.

At this moment, both of them were reluctant to withdraw, they only hoped that time would stop here.

After a while, the kiss ended, and Ji Wenliang nestled in Feng Ming's arms, laughing softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Ming rubbed his hair.

Ji Wenliang raised his head and said, "Doctor Feng, your heartbeat is so fast and noisy."

Feng Ming was startled, and asked: "Then what should we do?"

Ji Wenliang folded his hands and pressed on his heart.

"Cover it."

Unexpectedly, instead of covering it, the heartbeat became faster and stronger.

Feng Ming held Ji Wenliang's wrist and pulled it to his sides.

Fingers intertwined.

She lowered her head and kissed his lips again.

Having been pure and ascetic for so many years, at this time a hole seemed to be torn somewhere in the body, and the desire poured out unstoppably, wishing to completely devour the people under him.

Feng Ming kissed deeper and deeper, unknowingly let go of Ji Wenliang's hand, reached in along the hem of the clothes, held the flexible waist, and slowly tightened it.

Ji Wenliang is not much better, he has missed this embrace for too long.

After going back and forth, it is hard to tell who is active and who is passive.

What's more, when we are in the same room without being disturbed by others, our minds all turn into butterflies, flapping their wings and flying around.

When the atmosphere was just right, the lights in the living room suddenly went out, the sound of the TV was also cut off, and there was a silent darkness in front of my eyes.

Both of them were taken aback.

The touching lips parted.

"Is there a power outage?" Ji Wenliang was dizzy from being kissed, and was a little dazed.

Feng Ming propped up his upper body and looked out through the window of the living room, the opposite floor was also pitch black.

"Maybe there is something wrong with the circuit."

Ji Wenliang got out of Feng Ming's arms and went to touch the phone on the coffee table.

"do not move!"

"what!"

The two rolled off the sofa.

The coffee table rubbed against the floor tiles, screamed and was pushed far away.

Feng Ming snorted.

"What's wrong with you? Where did you hit? Is there anything wrong?"

With the moonlight, Ji Wenliang could only see the outline of Feng Ming clearly, he groped around and asked with concern.

Fortunately, the circuit was quickly restored, and the lights in the living room turned on again.

Feng Ming sat on the ground, resting his hand on his forehead, frowning tightly.

"Have you touched the head? Let me see."

Ji Wenliang pulled his hand covering his forehead.

"It's a good thing there's no bleeding, it's just swollen." He pulled Feng Ming onto the sofa, quickly ran to the kitchen, and took out ice cubes from the refrigerator.

As soon as the ice pack hit his forehead, the pain was released quickly, and Feng Ming couldn't help hissing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ji Wenliang relaxed his movements.

It was so painful that he couldn't speak, Feng Ming slowed down for a while, and then said: "As long as you are fine, we can be regarded as... sharing weal and woe?"

If the forehead is injured, it is called sharing weal and woe?At this time, I am still in the mood to joke...

Ji Wenliang lifted the ice pack from time to time to see if the bulging bag had become smaller.

"How could the swelling go away so quickly?"

Feng Ming saw him tossing non-stop, and reached out to touch the ice pack.

"Don't move, I'll take another look."

Ji Wenliang removed the ice pack completely, looked to the left, then looked again, his dark eyes looked around, and one of them couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Feeling extremely inappropriate again, he pursed his lips, and reluctantly held back.

"You look like this, how do you go to work tomorrow?"

There was a big bag on his serious and handsome face, he was really embarrassed, Feng Ming picked up the gauze that he hadn't had time to put away.

"Otherwise I'll take it too?"

Both of their foreheads were covered with gauze, and those who didn't know thought doctors were a high-risk occupation.

"No, no." Ji Wenliang shook his head and said.

"That can't be helped. If others ask, they will say that they fell."

"Then if someone asks how it fell?"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them naturally remembered the absurd thing just now, and fell silent.

The charming wind in the living room had quietly dissipated, but the two of them didn't feel it was a pity.

Both sides were overly careful, and today they tentatively took a step in the mist and mist, but they suddenly became enlightened and saw the other party's heart clearly.

What you thought was what I thought.

This kind of joy like falling to the ground is much stronger than the joy of flesh/lust.

"Then," Feng Ming paused and stood up, "I'll be leaving first."

Ji Wenliang nodded slightly.

The fact that Feng Ming was injured didn't cause much trouble in the hospital. One was that he was a very strict person who protected his private life, and he couldn't think of anything strange just by the lump on his forehead. Many patients were so busy that the fire of gossip was naturally extinguished.

Ji Wenliang worked overtime many times until late at night, and fell asleep in Feng Ming's car several times.

On this day, he woke up in a daze, and found that the car was parked in front of the small supermarket, and the seal on the driver's seat had disappeared.

Putting away the blanket that covered her body, she reached out to unbuckle her seat belt.

The car door was opened suddenly, Feng Ming sat in and threw something into his arms.

"Where have you been?"

"supermarket."

Ji Wenliang picked it up and saw that it was a pack of toffee. He tore open the package and took out a piece to put in his mouth. After a pause, he handed it to Feng Ming.

Feng Ming had already started the car, with his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes staring straight at the road ahead, and he just turned his head slightly towards Ji Wenliang's direction.

The meaning is already obvious.

It's too ambiguous to feed sugar with your own hands.

Although Ji Wenliang thought so in his heart, he still put the candy into Feng Ming's mouth, but Feng Ming suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on his finger.

Ji Wenliang didn't know where to put it, so he forgot to ask why he went to the supermarket and only bought a pack of sugar.

Finally, the road was not so crowded in the middle of the night, Feng Ming drove very fast, and soon entered the community.

When entering the elevator, Feng Ming was the first to press the 19th floor.

That's when the clues emerged.

Ji Wenliang glanced at him and pressed the 20th floor.

The elevator button has a function that many people don't know-if you choose the wrong floor, click twice in a row, or press and hold for 5 seconds, the light on the button will go out.

Ji Wenliang just watched Feng Ming cancel the elevator button on the 20th floor, and wanted to press it again, when he heard a ding, the elevator door was opened.

"I'm going home to sleep."

"You can sleep in my house," Feng Ming dragged him out, "you don't need to sleep in the guest room."

"I do not want."

Red clouds slowly seeped out of his fair face, and the strength of his struggle was not too great. Feng Ming could still tell that, he opened the door with the key, and dragged Ji Wenliang in. He couldn't even wait for the time to turn on the light, and kissed It just fell down.

In the darkness, the sound of breathing was infinitely amplified, mixed with the sound of beating heartbeat, filling my ears.

The button of the shirt was unbuttoned, and the burning lips were all the way down.

Ji Wenliang put his hand on Feng Ming's shoulder and pushed it lightly.

"No, we didn't...we didn't..."

He faltered and hawed for a long time without saying anything, but thanks to Feng Ming's patience, he asked, "Nothing?"

"That's...that's..." The voice suddenly became softer, "It's just...a tool."

Feng Ming chuckled softly in Ji Wenliang's ear, took his hand and put it in his coat pocket.

The hand touched something square, like a box.

It turns out that Feng Ming didn't go to the supermarket to buy sugar.

Then...then there seems to be no reason to refuse.

Ji Wenliang raised his arms and wrapped them around Feng Ming's neck.

Feng Ming bowed his head and kissed his forehead, picked him up by the waist, and walked towards the bedroom.

The author has something to say:

I didn’t correct the typo just now, I accidentally sent it out woo woo woo

Pull the lights~

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I think it's done.

The two of you finally know how to use tools. Congratulations!

There is a small episode of Mid-Autumn Festival, but I can’t write it now, otherwise I can’t help posting it [cover my face]

Ah, this heroine who has nowhere to rest.

Another: I haven't said it for a long time, but if you encounter a wrong sentence or a wrong word, please remind me~

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