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Changfeng quickly closed the door again with a snap.

Zhou Lin was a little embarrassed. He only knew that his artists had the habit of sleeping naked.

The tips of Changfeng's ears were flushed, but his face still showed a calm look. He pointed to the sofa in the living room: "You can sit there first, I'll just go in by myself."

Zhou Lin was stunned for a moment, then walked towards the living room in a daze.

When he was sitting on the sofa, he saw that Chang Feng had entered the room and closed the door, and then he woke up.

its not right!

He is the artist assistant, why does he sit outside like a guest, and ask Chang Feng, who has never met Cheng Lang, to take care of Cheng Lang!

Cheng Lang can't be considered completely naked, probably for better "heat dissipation", he only wore a pair of knee-length cotton shorts.

Although he was still wearing a pair of shorts, his smooth lines, fair complexion, and straight and slender legs made Changfeng feel that his face was about to explode.

He slowly walked up to Cheng Lang, in order not to be stupid all the time, he kept staring at Cheng Lang with a blushing face, and finally took a thin blanket to cover Cheng Lang very reservedly.

While covering the blanket, his fingers accidentally slipped across Cheng Lang's skin.

Chang Feng blinked, then turned his head to look at the bedroom door, licked his somewhat dry lips, and carefully poked him again with his fingers.

The skin is still a little warm, and it feels a little hard but still elastic, and it feels good to the touch.

Well, the material this time is good, is it the latest type of silicone?Sure enough, technology is advancing.

The air conditioner was still too hot.

"Cheng Lang?" Chang Feng called out to him.

no response.

Changfeng shook him, but there was still no response.

It won't really crash, will it?

Changfeng suddenly felt a little at a loss. He searched carefully for the solution to the problem in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more regret he felt.

When something went wrong with Cheng Lang, he didn't take care of it. It was always Cheng Lang who let it go for two days.

He wants to help now, but he doesn't know where to start.

But Cheng Lang was really hot.

"... Mr. Xu? How is Cheng Lang?" Zhou Lin asked outside the door.

Chang Feng went out, closed the door, took a bottle of mineral water, and said to Zhou Lin: "It's okay, it's just a little hot."

Zhou Lin then took out an electronic thermometer out of nowhere and said, "Then I'll take Cheng Lang's temperature to see if he has a fever."

Chang Feng felt tense.

When Cheng Lang had this kind of situation for the first time, he saw how hot he was, and joked that he could boil eggs now, so he took an electronic thermometer and measured it for him, and the temperature turned out to be as high as 50 degrees !This kind of situation makes Zhou Lin find out, will it be possible?

He strode over and took away the thermometer from Zhou Lin's hand: "I'll just measure it."

Zhou Lin watched Changfeng fly away and took away the thermometer, then walked back to the bedroom with a dazed expression on his face.

In his mind, he couldn't help thinking of the same-sex scandal that had raged two days ago.

Perhaps, he should think deeply about the relationship between Cheng Lang and this man.

But... Mr. Xu, who has always been cold-faced and doesn't like to talk to anyone, is too human right now. Wife!

Changfeng naturally didn't dare to take Zhou Lin's thermometer to measure Cheng Lang's body temperature, so he took it on himself, went to the living room, handed the thermometer to Zhou Lin, and said coldly: "No problem, 36 degrees eight , you go first. I'll just take care of Cheng Lang here."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence bluntly: "Cheng Lang and I...we are good friends."

Zhou Lin gave a strange face, but he didn't insist, and left after saying "I'm sorry."

Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to walk in the direction of Cheng Lang's bedroom.

"Ahem..." A man coughed from inside the room.

Changfeng's hand holding the doorknob froze for a moment—Cheng Lang woke up.

In the next second, Changfeng opened the door without changing his expression.

The man on the bed looked up at him with a surprised expression.

Changfeng strikes first: "Cheng Lang, are you feeling better now?"

Cheng Lang still hadn't come to his senses: "It's much better...why are you here?"

Chang Feng said: "I met Zhou Lin when I was going home, and we came here together."

Cheng Lang: "Oh, what about Zhou Lin?"

Changfeng spoke lies easily: "Zhou Lin was called away by a phone call."

Cheng Lang was a little embarrassed and said: "That can't let you..."

"After all, it was my fault." Chang Feng lowered his eyes, "That cake... I shouldn't have let you eat it."

Cheng Lang froze for a moment, he seemed about to say something, Chang Feng interrupted him: "Sorry, I didn't know you were allergic to mangoes."

Changfeng doesn't want to expose that he is a robot, now is not the time.

After hearing this, Cheng Lang blinked slowly, then went down the donkey and said, "How can I blame you? I was careless."

Changfeng handed him the mineral water in his hand: "Drink some water. Sorry, my hands are a little clumsy. I wanted to make some porridge."

Changfeng felt that he was very considerate. Although it was a little too much to hand a bottle of mineral water to a sick person, it was indeed more suitable for a robot than warm white water and plain porridge.

In fact, Changfeng wanted to be more considerate and ask him directly: "Do you need to charge? What size battery or what brand socket data cable do you like now?"

Cheng Lang took the mineral water and thanked him.

In fact, Cheng Lang was somewhat puzzled. He and Xu Changfeng had only met each other a few times. Moreover, Xu Changfeng had always looked indifferent and indifferent when they met in the past few times. His current appearance is almost flattering. .

Although... just handed a bottle of mineral water.

Changfeng felt that Cheng Lang should be alone at home to charge the battery now, he looked at the time and said: "It's getting late, I'll go home first."

Cheng Lang was supposed to get up and send him out, but remembering his undressed appearance under the thin blanket, he touched his nose in embarrassment and waved to him.

When Changfeng was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Cheng Lang and said, "Cheng Lang, can you tell me your mobile phone number?"

Cheng Lang: "Huh?"

Changfeng handed him the mobile phone in his hand: "I'm afraid I won't be able to contact you in case of an emergency."

Cheng Lang smiled, took the phone, entered the number directly, and said casually, "Then what's the rush?"

"Yes." Changfeng said in a steady tone, "I heard that you were sick this morning, and I was very worried."

Cheng Lang tapped two wrong numbers.

On the way home Changfeng still looked indifferent, but only he knew: he was already humming a little tune in his heart.

He clenched his phone tightly, except for a brand new contact inside.

Changfeng couldn't help but open it and take a look.

The mobile phone number remark was entered by Cheng Lang, the two words "Cheng Lang" in the middle of the law.Changfeng originally wanted to change it to "A Cheng Lang" so that it would be placed first in the address book, but when he thought that these two words were typed by Cheng Lang himself, he didn't want to change it.

After Changfeng came home, the first thing he did was to open the curtains of the balcony and look in the direction of the balcony on the 18th floor opposite.

That balcony is so beautiful.

No wonder he looks more and more happy.

It turned out to be Cheng Lang's arrangement.

He was in a good mood.

Cheng Lang's mobile phone number and WeChat have been obtained, so will the day of living in Cheng Lang's house be far behind?