In-house help system

The familiar and annoying ringtone of the mobile phone woke Ji Wenliang from his dream. He snorted impatiently, pulled the quilt carelessly, turned over, and buried his head in Feng Ming's chest.

The muscles on the chest are not only strong, but also have the effect of sound insulation. Ji Wenliang felt that the music lingering in his ears seemed to be much smaller, so he didn't plan to find out who disturbed people's dreams.

But not long after, the bell rang again persistently. With his eyes closed, Ji Wenliang patted Feng Ming's body vigorously.

Feng Ming had no choice but to stretch out one arm and fumbled to grab the mobile phone on the bedside table, held it up to his eyes, and looked at the caller ID.

"It's my aunt."

To accept or not to accept?

Ji Wenliang nodded bluntly, and pressed the cold metal against his ear.

"Hello? Mom."

Ji Mu heard the drowsiness and hoarseness in the voice, knowing that she was still awake, she habitually began to count.

"It's already nine o'clock, why don't you get up? Did you go to bed late again yesterday? I don't know what you have to do in a day. Even if it's a holiday, you should go to bed early and get up early, develop good habits, and stay up late often to watch out for heart problems. You learned this, and you still want me to come and tell you every day.”

Ji Wenliang is not a sleepy person, it's just that the two of them quarreled too late last night, so they couldn't get up in the morning, and besides, they are not on duty today...

For such accusations, he has always listened silently and never refuted.

He hummed slowly and replied, "I see."

Asked what happened again.

"What's the matter? Of course it's about taking us to the airport, you won't forget, right?"

A month ago, Ji's mother said that she would travel to the ancient city with her sisters who danced in the square, and asked him to drive them to the airport.

Naturally, Ji Wenliang would not forget this matter, he got up from the bed, went over Feng Ming's body to retrieve the desk calendar on the bedside table, and glanced at the notes on it.

"I know, the plane at three o'clock in the afternoon, right?" He checked.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ji's mother happily replied, it seems that this son still cares about her, "Just now I saw your Auntie Chen called He Ning and told him to come over early after work, I think I will give you the same Make a call and remind me, lest you forget—"

Feeling that the arms around his waist gradually tightened, Ji Wenliang immediately woke up, his eyes wandered to Feng Ming's face, and he quickly changed the subject.

"Mom, um... um, do I need to pack some clothes and go back? You're not at home these days, so I'd better go back to live. Otherwise, how will dad's three meals a day be solved?"

"Come back, come back, can I starve to death by myself?"

Ji's father is far away from the microphone, so the voice is a little weak.

Ji Mu glared at him.

"You're busy with work, so you can just come back and have a look once in a while. There are a lot of things in the refrigerator. Let your dad fiddle with it by himself. If it doesn't work, let him order takeaway."

He said some irrelevant homely things before hanging up the phone.

Ji Wenliang put down the phone, opened the hands that were crossed in front of his stomach, and wanted to sit up from the bed, but he fell down again with the force of his hands.

"What are you going to do?"

"I...I get up." The two of me stuttered a little.

Feng Ming looked into his eyes, waiting for him to correct his words.

Ji Wenliang had no choice but to surrender, but his surrender was very skillful.

First, he circled the interrogator's neck, then raised his head, smacked, and pressed a wet kiss on the interrogator's face, then adjusted his tone.

"Send my mom to the airport in the afternoon. Didn't she say she was going to travel to the ancient city? I told you about it a few days ago."

Feng Ming has an impression of this matter, but other things...

Ji Wenliang knew it was because Ji's mother mentioned He Ning, so he babbled again.

"Aunt Chen and my mother are going together, and there are so many people, my car alone can't fit it."

So it was only natural to call He Ning here.

"It's better..." Ji Wenliang's eyes widened, and he suddenly sat up on the bed, as if thinking of something exciting, "Why don't you go with me."

Those two ingratiating kisses had already softened Feng Ming's sullen face, and upon hearing Ji Wenliang's mention, a layer of unnaturalness appeared again.

Now the two of them are just like sweet honey, they just wish they would not be separated for a moment, but they suddenly went to see their parents... It's not that they don't want to, it's just that they are afraid of scaring the old man.

"Let me go? Can I go?"

Ji Wenliang thought, if your aunt knew about your existence, she might be very happy.

Of course Feng Ming did not go with Ji Wenliang in the end, after all, such an important matter as "meeting the parents" cannot be so hasty, it needs careful consideration.

However, Ji Wenliang was able to bring it up, and Feng Ming's heart still couldn't restrain the ripples, so he forgot to continue asking.

The matter of He Ning was passed by in this way.

In fact, during the month they spent together, they rarely mentioned their own past events, and rarely asked each other about their past events.

Because they are too busy, busy eating breakfast in the car sprinkled with morning light, busy making rounds in the hospital, busy sitting on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV in the dark night.

So busy that Ji Wenliang completely forgot about the heroine, and when he met her, he felt like a lifetime away.

As soon as Ji Wenliang stepped out of the glass door of the airport, he noticed the crowd gathered in the distance. An ambulance with sirens roared towards it and stopped at the place where the crowd gathered.

Ji Wenliang's heart seemed to be tied to a swing, and when he was pushed hard, he was thrown into the air defenselessly.

The hostess had a heart attack at the airport and was sent to the hospital, did he run into it?

He quickly ran towards the ambulance, but when he got there, the ambulance had already roared away.

"Excuse me, what happened?"

"A man had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital in an ambulance."

"A man or a woman?"

"Female female."

"What does it look like?"

The other party glanced at Ji Wenliang inexplicably, but ignored him.

Ji Wenliang took out his mobile phone while walking, and called Feng Ming.

"Hey?"

Feng Ming was turning the pages of the book, his eyes fell on a line of well-proportioned characters.

"what happened?"

Ji Wenliang didn't speak.

Feng Ming felt strange, stopped turning the page, tilted his head close to the microphone.

"Wen Liang, what's wrong?"

Ji Wenliang stopped suddenly, and the oncoming people almost bumped into him, then avoided him and passed him.

He looked at the street trees not far away.

"Where are you?"

Feng Ming smiled.

"Of course I'm at home. It's not my class today. Forgot? Where are you now? How long will you be back?"

Ji Wenliang took a breath.

"I'm still at the airport, so I'm going to drive back."

No one spoke or hung up the phone.

After being silent for a while, Ji Wenliang suddenly said, "Feng Ming."

"Huh?" Feng Ming raised his eyebrows.

"I...I miss you."

Feng Ming was taken aback, because Ji Wenliang was reserved by nature, and he rarely said such blatant words.

Subconsciously said: "Then come back quickly."

After answering, I felt a little inappropriate. If someone said that I miss you, shouldn't I also reply that I miss him?And his words were too blunt, as if he was an order.

But if he really asked him to say "I miss you too", it would be really hard to say, some... a little too nasty.

What should be said to remedy it?

Before Feng Ming could think about it, his thoughts were interrupted by a call from the hospital. The voice from the phone was urgent, saying that a new patient had arrived with a complicated condition, and he was asked to go there quickly.

While starting the car, he called Ji Wenliang back.

"The news came from the hospital just now, I'm rushing over now."

Ji Wenliang hummed lightly, "Then come back quickly."

When Feng Ming came back, it was already very late at night, the living room was brightly lit, but Ji Wenliang was nowhere to be seen. When he opened the bedroom door, he found that he was already asleep.

He bent down, quietly looked at Ji Wenliang's peaceful sleeping face, and placed a kiss on the broken hair on his forehead.

"Hmm..." Ji Wenliang moved and opened his eyes.

"You're back."

"Wake you up?"

"It's okay." Ji Wenliang lifted the quilt to sit up on the bed, "I saved some food, I'll heat it up for you."

Feng Ming pressed his shoulders to make him lie down, and then covered him with the quilt.

"You sleep first, I'll do it myself."

Since the two were together, Ji Wenliang's house was the place where they stayed the most. At first, it was because of the lengthy TV series. After the daily broadcast, it was time to go to bed. Feng Ming's things gradually squeezed into the gaps in Wen Liang's house.

From the table case in the study room to the sink in the bathroom, to the wardrobe in the bedroom.

Feng Ming was also very familiar with the kitchen. A few minutes later, he took out the hot food from the microwave, and there was the sound of the door opening behind him.

Looking back, Ji Wenliang came from the bedroom in pajamas.

"Why don't you sleep?" He took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet.

"I can't sleep anymore, there's still soup in the pot, are you hot?" Ji Wenliang said as he approached the cooking table, touched the earthen pot with the back of his hand, it was cold, and turned on the fire.

He poured himself another glass of water and sat down at the table.

His lips touched the rim of the glass, and he took a sip, warm water running down his throat.

"What patient came today, is it serious?"

Feng Ming's hand holding the chopsticks froze for a moment, and replied: "It's okay."

"Then... is your condition stable now?"

"Yeah." Feng Ming picked up a dish with his chopsticks.

"Are you staying in our hospital for further observation?"

Feng Ming raised his head, glanced at him inexplicably, and nodded.

Ji Wenliang also felt that his question was too stupid, could he get out of bed and be discharged immediately without staying in the hospital for observation?

He had no choice but to put down the water glass in his hand, and stood up to see if the soup was hot.

Feng Ming cherishes words like gold, obviously he doesn't want to say more, and he didn't show much excitement.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?The one you met at the airport today wasn't the heroine at all?

Or is it the same as in the previous world, there is another secret between Feng Ming and the heroine?

Ji Wenliang couldn't help feeling a little regretful, why didn't he think about exploring Feng Ming's past a few days ago?

But no matter what, it's not good to continue to ask questions to make people suspicious, after all, "he" at this moment should not know the existence of the heroine.

Fortunately, when they arrived at the hospital the next day, the answer to the mystery was revealed. A patient with a heart attack was indeed sent yesterday, named Qiu Luoluo.

It's the heroine's name.

The author has something to say:

I haven't updated for a long time, and I don't know what to say to you (sigh)

Tomorrow is another working day. Those who go to school should take the exam this month. Good luck.