The daily life of the upper class of Buddhism [Entertainment]

Ruan Yang thought for half a minute, different from the reaction when he accepted Rong's invitation, he got up, put on a casual dress, and took a sip of water as he passed the kitchen.

In the darkness of night, he ran downstairs.

Not far away, a dark car was parked with the windows open, and it was easy to see Zhuo Feng sitting in the back seat.

Ruan Yang paused and walked over.

Today's moon is large enough to allow everything to be seen clearly.

He didn't quite know why he came down, it was obviously not right to come to him in the middle of the night, but compared to Ying Rong, Ruan Yang's invitation to Zhuo Feng was very different...

After all, he was his male god before going to bed...!

But he is a little dizzy now, probably because of this, so the decision he made is somewhat contrary to his usual personality.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Ruan Yang was standing in front of his car door, Zhuo Feng glanced at him, and noticed that his face was a little red.

He opened the door.

Zhuo Feng: "Get in the car."

Ruan Yang took a look, Ying Rong was driving, he lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and got in the car.

Sure enough, when people are sick, they will be different from usual. He thinks that if he is normal, he may not get in the car.

Ruan Yang attributed his actions to illness, not knowing whether it was heat stroke or fever.

As soon as he got in the car, before Ruan Yang could react, a cold hand touched his forehead, and Ruan Yang opened his eyes wide... Before he could avoid it in time, his whole body trembled because of the cold touch. This sense of touch was amplified, and almost the whole person entered a state of vigilance.

"I have a fever." Zhuo Feng could see that the other party was a little nervous, so Ying Rong started the car without saying a word.

Zhuo Feng's hand was about to leave, and Ruan Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Uh, it's okay, just take some medicine and sleep."

Zhuo Feng handed him mineral water.

Ruan Yang: "Mr. Zhuo, you said you need me for something?"

Zhuo Feng nodded and raised his eyes.

Zhuo Feng's eyes made it difficult for him to look at him, and he quietly avoided them. Even when he was sick, his senses did not decline.

Zhuo Feng: "There are some things, but he needs you to judge when you are awake, so go to the doctor first."

Ruan Yang: "Uh..."

It was Ying Rongkai's turn to the nearest hospital, which was a private hospital, and kind nurses soon took them in. It was a private hospital, from registration to consultation to prescription, they were very kind, just like their own family.

It's a very common fever, probably because he drank cold water in the afternoon and then slept on the air-conditioned bus. Of course, it's most likely because he was sick a few days ago.

He felt that his body was not that bad.

After taking the medicine, Ruan Yang swallowed it in the corridor.

It's not good to talk about things in this state, and got into the car again, thinking that he would take him back to the dormitory, but when he closed his eyes and opened them for a while, he arrived at an underground garage.

"Uh……?"

Zhuo Feng seemed to be very natural, and touched his forehead, but Ruan Yang didn't have the strength to avoid it this time.

"This is where?"

Zhuo Feng: "My home."

Ruan Yang:! ! ?

Then there is no explanation.

Ruan Yang pondered for a moment, then said, "Uh, sir, can you send me back?"

Zhuo Feng asked, "Is there anyone in your dormitory?"

Ruan Yang froze for a moment: "Probably not."

Then Zhuo Feng smiled: "Then you should follow me."

Ruan Yang's bewildered mind was instantly blown up, the other party slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, a smile was enough to hook the soul of Ruan Yang, who was sick and out of his mind.

After all, this is the male god before he goes to sleep, follow him...

Ruan Yang's boy's heart exploded! !

But how does Zhuo Feng know that there is no one in his dormitory...

But when he came to his senses, he was already sitting on the sofa at his house.

Zhuo Feng's house is a small two-story villa with a small garden attached. The overall color is dark gray, which looks a bit depressing, but when he opens the fully transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, he can see a wider view because he is a villa in the middle of the mountain. cityscape.

But Ruan Yang is not in the mood to appreciate these things, even if his mind is muddled at the moment, he still hesitates.

Zhuo Feng seemed to be doing something in the kitchen, and Ruan Yang's heart began to stir.

He sorted out the situation a little bit.

Ying Rong Yueta met in the middle of the night, but there was no result. In the end, Zhuo Feng came to visit directly in the middle of the night. This is definitely not the treatment of signing a company!

So the most likely is... what Ruan Yang thought.

Then he gave himself two possibilities in his mind.

First: You should be able to sneak up on him.

Second: Zhuo Feng wants to sneak him.

It's not that he is narcissistic, it's that this situation can only be analyzed in this way, otherwise why would he go downstairs to look for him in the middle of the night, and why would he take him home after seeing his illness?

It should be that during the day he rejected Ying Rong's invitation...

Then the first of these two conditions is ruled out.

After Ying Rong sent them here, he drove home.

So come to the conclusion...!

Zhuo Feng...well...wanted to sneak him.

This conclusion is the least possible possibility.

After all, Best Actor Zhuo's conditions are there, how could he mobilize people for such a small and transparent Qian Qian, he can use all kinds of conditions to threaten...

Uh, it seems that Zhuo Feng is not such a person.

Then Ruan Yang was asking himself, if this matter is true, if Zhuo Feng wants to hide himself, is he willing or not.

The answer screamed in his heart...

"Do you like it thicker or thinner?" Zhuo Feng stuck his head out from the kitchen, interrupting his thoughts.

Wait, Zhuo Feng is wearing... an apron! !

Ruan Yang stammered: "What... what?"

Zhuo Feng: "Congee."

A white apron was tied on the outside of the gray home clothes. Even when he was sick, Ruan Yang looked straight ahead, because he didn't miss this wonderful play in his various bedtime fantasies.

So is this a dream come true...?

He quickly turned his eyes away, in case he started thinking about it again.

Ruan Yang: "Uh... thinner"

Zhuo Feng went in again, the aroma of rice porridge began to spread, Zhuo Feng came out, looked at Ruan Yang who was staring at him blankly: "Wait a while."

"Uh..." Ruan Yang didn't know what to say.

The man tore off the apron and hung it on the stool casually, walking towards him, Ruan Yang immediately began to stiffen.

Zhuo Feng sat beside him and didn't speak for a while.

Ruan Yang had no choice but to start looking for topics. He leaned limply on the sofa and sank into it. Although he felt dizzy and uncomfortable, the person who had flirted with him for many days was sitting next to him, and the lights in the hall were not very bright. Make him distracted.

"Mr. Zhuo, you said you needed me..." Ruan Yang's words were also limp, and he coughed.

Zhuo Feng turned on the TV, and a variety show was playing on the TV.

Zhuo Feng: "Well, we'll talk about it when you recover."

Ruan Yang: "Then Mr. Ying..."

Zhuo Feng looked at him sideways: "What's the matter? Want to find Ying Rong?"

Ruan Yang quickly shook his head, feeling drowsy, did he say something he shouldn't have said...?

"Mr. Ying said he wanted to talk to me about signing a contract."

He hummed: "Wait until you recover from illness."

"Choose a bed?" Zhuo Feng asked after a pause.

Ruan Yang quickly shook his head: "Not picky."

His heart was pounding, because of his illness, his sense of his own condition was amplified, allowing him to hear his own heartbeat, which he suspected was louder than the sound of the TV.

It's not that Zhuo Feng didn't feel the tension of the big boy, he turned his head and could see the other's thin red neck, hanging down, the nice soft hair spread behind the ears, and a little red on the ears.

After watching for a few seconds, he retracted his gaze and lowered his eyelids.

"It's very late, go to sleep after eating." Zhuo Feng said.

Ruan Yang responded immediately.

beep—

The sound of cooking porridge came from the kitchen.

The porridge is ready, and the rice fragrance is overflowing.

Ruan Yang was like a child, brought to the dining table by Zhuo Feng, and sat obediently at the dining table waiting for the porridge to be served.

The porridge was soft and fragrant, with a little pickle and salted egg, it might have been better if Zhuo Feng hadn't been watching him eat.

Because he is always nervous unconsciously.

The phone was out of battery, and he forgot to charge it. At this time, it was 5.00%, and after a glance, there were many calls and text messages, but he ignored it and turned off the phone directly.

Ruan Yang, who was originally distracted, already shared the bed with Zhuo Feng in YY, but it is impossible for such a large house to have no guest room.

Then Zhuo Feng made the bed for him, gave him some big pajamas, a pair of fur slippers, turned off the light, said good night, and then disappeared.

Ruan Yang didn't fall asleep at first...and heard some water sounds, it should be Zhuo Feng taking a bath.

Later, the medicine I took because of my brain chaos also took effect.

Early the next morning.

Ruan Yang felt that he was hopeless.

In someone else's bed, someone else's home, actually dreaming about someone else.

Put the word shameless on your forehead.

His fever subsided, he stood up and wanted to take a shower, Zhuo Feng pushed open the door.

Ruan Yang: ...

He snorted into the quilt.

Zhuo Feng: "How did you sleep?"

Ruan Yang blushed violently, Zhuo Feng walked over, and wanted to reach out to touch the other person's forehead, but was dodged.

Ruan Yang shrank back on the bed, feeling guilty: "Okay...the fever should be gone."

Zhuo Feng didn't take his eyes off the other person's face, and there was a trace of strangeness in the air in the room.

But obviously, now is not the time to do too much.

He handed the phone to Ruan Yang: "It will turn on automatically when it is fully charged. It seems that someone called you and made many calls."

Ruan Yang quickly reached out and pulled the phone back: "Thank you..."

Ruan Yang turned on the phone, and Yang Xu's name appeared carelessly

Zhuo Feng continued: "Because there were too many calls, I picked it up for you, saying that you are sick."

The author has something to say: Zhuo Feng: Tsk tsk tsk, at my house, yy me?

Ruan Yang: I didn't mean to...

Zhuo Feng: It was intentional.