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It was dawn, Rong Zhao opened his eyes, kicked Zhou Ye's leg off his own, and moved towards the wall.

He didn't go to Zhou Ye's bed in the middle of the night last night, and then Zhou Ye ran over with his pillow in his arms, refusing to leave by him.

Zhou Ye, who was kicked, opened his eyes in a daze, raised his hand and pulled Rong Zhao over from the wall, rubbed it into his arms, his voice was low and hoarse, with a soft nasal tone: "Mmm ~~ I will sleep again."

Rong Zhao's hair was disheveled, his back was pressed tightly against Zhou Ye's body, and his ears were filled with the sound of that man's breathing.Because of getting up early, a certain part of the body is a little restless, which is not a good feeling.

Rong Zhao turned his head and pushed the person behind him, and said in a muffled voice, "Release, get up."

Zhou Ye embraced Rong Zhao, and when he withdrew his hand, he accidentally touched Rong Zhao's restless body part, and his whole body suddenly became half awake.

He turned over and pressed on Rong Zhao, his voice was soft: "Shall I help you?"

Rong Zhao bent his legs, kicked the person on top of him, turned his head, and said impatiently: "No, you go down."

Zhou Ye pressed on Rong Zhao's body, put his hands on the sides of his face, and put them next to his ears: "I want you to help me."

The warm breath fluttered around his neck, as if surrounded by a heat wave, Rong Zhao pushed Zhou Ye away forcefully: "Don't force me to do it."

The single bed is only one meter wide, and it is difficult to even turn over. For two long-armed and long-legged men, it is like lying on the edge of a cliff, and they can fall if they move.

Rong Zhao had already pushed half of Zhou Ye out of the bed, and he didn't fall off the bed by propping up on the ground with his feet and calves.

Rong Zhao got up, stepped over Zhou Ye, and went to the bathroom.

When Zhou Ye got off the bed and followed, the bathroom door had already been closed by Rong Zhao with a "bang".

He stood at the door and knocked on the door, and smiled with his lips curled up: "You really don't need me to help you?"

Rong Zhao got up very angry, he didn't have the idea that Zhou Ye said at all, he reckoned that it would go away after washing.

After being told by Zhou Ye, he had already brushed his teeth, and he kicked the door annoyed before he could get rid of it.

With a "bang", Zhou Ye was taken aback: "You are so angry, can I cook you some lotus seed porridge to calm the fire?"

There was no sound inside, Zhou Ye leaned against the door panel, turned his head slightly, and said to the person inside: "Today is Valentine's Day, should you say something to me?"

"Have you prepared a Valentine's Day gift for me?"

"I prepared it for you. You should like it. If you like it, let me give you a good kiss tonight, okay?"

Standing in front of the sink, Rong Zhao lowered his head, looked at his pants in despair, and roared outside like a fire-breathing dragon: "Shut up."

After Rong Zhao washed up and came out of the bathroom, Zhou Ye rubbed his shoulders and walked into the bathroom, whispering, "Happy Valentine's Day, my baby."

Rong Zhao's ears turned hot, and his face turned red like a ripe tomato.Facing the gentle eyes of the person in front of him, Rong Zhao didn't know what to say for a while: "Good morning."

Zhou Ye blew into Rong Zhao's ear: "Say it again tonight, you know what I want to hear, and I don't mind if you copy my answer."

As if afraid that Rong Zhao would not be able to remember his perfect score, Zhou Ye repeated in a low voice: "Happy Valentine's Day, my baby."

Zhou Ye walked into the bathroom and began to brush his teeth, humming a song: "Valentine's Day without a lover, how lonely it will be..."

"Oh, no, this year I am different from the previous me, I need to change the playlist. Baby, what song do you like to listen to, I will sing it to you."

Rong Zhao opened the window, turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ye: "Please keep your mouth shut, and then close the bathroom door."

Zhou Ye had a toothbrush in his mouth, and his lips were full of foam. He looked at Rong Zhao and said, "Don't turn it off. If you turn it off, you won't be seen."

Rong Zhao had no choice but to do it for him, walked over and closed the bathroom door, and then cut off the man's too hot sight.

He walked back to the window and looked at the scenery outside the window. The couple living next door had already gone to work. The girl was sitting behind the boy's electric car, hugging the boy's waist, and her cheek was lightly pressed against the boy's back.

She is prettier than ever every day, and she has new lipstick, a valentine's gift from a boy.

Rong Zhao watched the electric car disappear at the end of the alley, turned around and leaned against the window.

Of course he knew Zhou Ye's feelings for him, but he didn't know if he liked him, or if he loved him.

He shouldn't have listened to Ye Qian and gave the thank you gift for Zhou Ye today, which would definitely be misunderstood by Zhou Ye as a Valentine's Day gift.

But it has nothing to do with Ye Qian, he is the one who chooses the gift, and he is the one who decides to give it today.

Even, it was him who wanted to refuse and welcome.As long as he didn't want to, Zhou Ye would never have kissed him, hugged him, held his hand, crawled on his bed without being broken by him.

Rong Zhao thought for a while, then scratched the back of his head irritably.

After Zhou Ye washed up, he came out of the bathroom refreshed, and went to the kitchen to boil hot water, then turned to look at Rong Zhao: "What are you worrying about, my baby?"

"I have a name, my name is Rong Zhao, don't call me baby." Rong Zhao pulled a chair and sat down, looking up at Zhou Ye, "I want to eat fried eggs with soy sauce."

Zhou Ye took out two eggs from the refrigerator: "Okay, my baby."

During the whole breakfast time, Zhou Ye took one mouthful of my baby, which made Rong Zhao's ears numb and hot. It was not until the gate of the Municipal Bureau that Zhou Ye changed the address: "Rong Rong, I'll call you Rong Rong for today's dinner." Takeaway, don’t go anywhere after dinner, wait for me at home, I’ll come back after celebrating my dad’s birthday.”

The two walked into the office one after the other. Zhou Ye walked in front and stopped in front of Rong Zhao's desk, with a rather unhappy tone: "What a mess."

Rong Zhao's table was full of piles, there were several bouquets of roses and lilies, besides there were various pink or bright red wrapped chocolate gift boxes, and there were several gift boxes that could not be seen what was inside.

Zhou Ye casually picked up a small card: "Wang Jinghua from the second team."

Picked up another one: "Zhang Duihua from anti-narcotics."

Picked up another one: "Assistant Xiao from the Administration Department."

He picked up several more: "There are also anonymous ones, this handwriting is a small freckle, Xiao Lin, come and see if this is your small freckle."

Xiao Lin ran over to take a look, and after reading it, he was in a bad mood, and turned around to fight Rong Zhao: "Rong Rong, how can you do this, how can you win love with a knife!"

The innocent Rong Zhao didn't know what to say.

Zhou Ye took the heartbroken Xiao Lin aside, and said to him, "If you like it, go after it, hurry up."

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and thought to himself, is there something wrong with these women's eyes, can't you tell that his family's Rong Rong is a genuine gay?

Xiao Qian stood beside Zhou Ye, poked his head to look at the card: "These are all my goddesses, my goddesses!"

Xiao Qian hugged Rong Zhao's shoulders, eyes full of envy: "Brother Rong, why do all the beauties in the team love you?"

Rong Zhao unnaturally took Xiao Qian's hand off his shoulder: "I don't know."

While nibbling on a pancake, Zheng Ke walked over and took a box of chocolates from the table: "Rongrong, I want to eat this."

Zhou Ye snatched the chocolate from Zheng Ke's hand: "Eat whatever you want, return it if you return it."

Zheng Ke took another box from the table: "There is no name written on it, so I can't return it. I can't write a notice and post it at the entrance of the City Bureau building, saying that whoever sent it should come and take it away. The picture is too beautiful, no Dare to imagine."

Zhou Ye felt that what Zheng Ke said made sense, so he divided up all the flowers and chocolate candies on Rong Zhao's table, not even leaving a piece of candy wrapper for Rong Zhao.

"These seem to be for me," Rong Zhao snatched back the last box of fruit candy from Zhou Ye, very dissatisfied with Zhou Ye's presumptuous claims, "This is mine."

Zhou Ye watched Rong Zhao lock the box of candy in the drawer, and glanced at his mouth: "Is the candy from the woman so delicious?"

Rong Zhao sat down and pressed the computer switch: "Yes!"

Zhou Ye pressed down on Rong Zhao's neck, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "I'll clean you up tonight."

After get off work in the evening, Zhou Ye came out of the office, holding a birthday present for his father, five pairs of socks.

Zhou Ye passed behind Rong Zhao, stopped in his tracks, and couldn't help rubbing his waist when no one else saw him.

Rong Zhao was ticklish, so he was attacked suddenly and almost died on the spot.He pulled his T-shirt down, turned his head and glared at Zhou Ye, and cursed in a low voice: "Get out."

Zhou Ye walked out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau with a gift bag, looking at the street and sky in front of him.

On Valentine's Day, the whole city is surrounded by a sweet atmosphere, even the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops is sweet.

As in previous years, this year's Qixi Festival, the weather is not good, gloomy, with big dark clouds pressing down on the sky, and the heavy rain will not fall.

But this does not prevent people who love each other from celebrating the festival.

Surrounded by lovers in pairs, both men and women, Zhou Ye was walking on the street alone, with a gift bag in one hand and one hand in his pants pocket.

He doesn't feel alone, because Rong Zhao will be waiting for him at home.

Get off the subway and take a taxi, Zhou Ye reported the destination, the driver turned his head and looked at him several times: "Sir, it's not easy for ordinary people to enter there."

Zhou Ye leaned on the back of the chair: "It's okay, just put me at the intersection."

A sweet love song was playing on the car stereo. The driver had just finished calling his wife and said he would call it a day and go home after taking the order.

"Sir, are you not on holiday today?"

Zhou Ye turned his head and looked at the scenery that kept flashing past outside the window, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "Yes, but I have to do something first."

While driving, the driver asked curiously, "What are you going to do in Huayuan? The entire land there belongs to the Zhou family."

"I have been driving for ten years. I have never been to the streets and alleys of Dongyu City. I have never been to the Zhou family's area. People have their own cars when they go in and out. It is said that even the nanny has a driver to pick him up. "

Zhou Ye was also bored, half-seriously half-jokingly said: "If I say, I grew up there, would you believe me?"

The driver laughed: "I don't believe you, you don't have the same temperament."

The car passed through the bustling urban area, drove for a while, and stopped on the side of a small road. The driver turned his head and said, "I can't enter inside, so I will send you here."

Zhou Ye paid the money and got out of the car, stood on the side of the road and lit a cigarette, looking up at the artistically pruned garden vegetation in front of him.

Through the trees, you can see the dots of light shining through, and the outlines of several manor villas can be seen faintly.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Ye stepped onto the path in front of him and walked into the garden.

Not only Rong Zhao likes Rosaceae flowers, but Ms. He Xueyang also likes them. The iron shelves on the side of the road are covered with roses.

He Xueyang is Zhou Ye's mother.

Only then did Zhou Ye remember that he only brought a few pairs of socks and did not bring any presents for his mother. Ashamed, he went into the small garden by the side of the road and picked a handful of unnamed Compositae flowers.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching, and five or six tall men suddenly appeared like shadows, exuding a tense aura around them.

When they saw Zhou Ye, they bowed and automatically moved out of the way.

Holding a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums and carrying five pairs of socks, Zhou Ye continued to move forward. After walking for nearly 10 minutes, he passed through a large area of ​​trees and a group of villas appeared in front of him.

You can hear laughter and laughter from a long distance, and several half-grown children gathered around an open space to set off fireworks, and one of the younger ones burned his hand and cried.

The adults were sitting on wicker chairs next to them, drinking tea and enjoying the shade, and a row of luxury cars were parked by the side of the road.

This is the base camp of the Zhou family, where the clan members also live, and these children are all from the family.

The whole garden is like a miniature version of the backyard of a royal palace, with schools, hospitals with top-level medical equipment, golf courses, heliports, organic vegetable gardens and orchards, and even a racing track.

A woman wearing a suspender skirt and a sun hat saw Zhou Ye, smiled and waved to him: "Zhou Zhou, I read that right, my family Zhou Zhou is really back."

With direct lineage and collateral lineage, the entire Zhou family has quite a few descendants. There are about a dozen of Zhou Ye's peers, including boys and girls, but Zhou Ye can only be called Zhou Zhou.

He is the most orthodox heir of the entire big family, with the status of a prince in the palace.

Zhou Ye came over and smiled: "Cousin, long time no see, you have become younger again, I almost didn't recognize you."

"Sixth Aunt, your new diamond necklace is so beautiful, the brightest star in the sky is inferior to it."

Zhou Ye had a sweet mouth and coaxed the elders all over the place.

Cousin got off the chair, took Zhou Ye's arm, and whispered to him, "I'll see your dad later, don't quarrel anymore, he's not in good health recently, so don't be angry."

Seeing the bouquet of flowers in Zhou Ye's hand again, he smiled: "Your flowers are not bad, where did you pick them?"

Zhou Ye picked one from the bouquet and pinned it on his cousin's hat: "It's at the entrance of the garden, and it's for my mother."

The cousin got a beautiful flower, and the people in their 40s were as happy as a girl of seventeen or eighteen, with flushed cheeks: "Zhou Zhou, today is Valentine's Day, you..."

She stopped before she finished speaking, and the people around her stopped talking and looked at Zhou Ye in unison.

Zhou Ye knew what they were thinking, smiled and said, "Sorry, seven aunts and eight aunts, I still like men."

"You child..." Cousin didn't know what to say, so she patted Zhou Ye on the shoulder, and said again worriedly: "Don't quarrel with your father for a while."

After passing through several houses, Zhou Ye stopped in front of a villa, and the large iron gate with a width of six or seven meters opened automatically. He took a breath and walked in.