sorry i want you

After much deliberation, Ou Jiming finally decided to go home and have a look.

At this time, it was past ten o'clock at night, and there were very few vehicles on the road. Ou Jiming drove all the way home. When he saw the warm yellow light shining from the window, he was overjoyed!

Xin Yue is at home!

He didn't even bother to lock the car door, and went straight to the house. As soon as he entered, he saw Xin Yue lying on the coffee table in the living room, falling asleep.

On the coffee table and the ground next to it, there are various design drawings, large and small, as well as folders and other notebooks, and the screen of the laptop is black.

It can be seen that he has been asleep for a long time.

Ou Jiming let out a heavy breath, his tense nerves relaxed in an instant, and his legs went limp.

A gust of night wind blew in, and his vest felt chilly. Only now did he realize that his back was drenched in cold sweat at some point.

He felt guilty for a while, followed by anger.

It was in vain to worry about whether he would run into any danger, but he was sleeping at home without thinking about it!

Not even looking at his phone.

Holding back his anger, he walked towards Xin Yue, halfway there he saw a weak light flickering in the dining room.

Curiously, he took a closer look, only to find that it was Xin Yue's cell phone.

Turn on the screen, and there are two missed calls on it.

And the table is full of sumptuous four dishes and one soup, the color is bright, just looking at it makes one's index finger move.

He casually pinched the sweet and sour pork ribs and ate them. They were soft and sweet, not at all greasy, and he even licked them with his fingers.

In fact, Xin Yue didn't like to cook. Occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would make some side dishes. After they lived together, Ou Jiming had never eaten the dishes he cooked so seriously.

There is also a note under the plate: "Stingy, don't be angry."

So... Is he cooking this big table to apologize to himself and please himself?

Even if he still has some conscience, it didn't make him worry in vain.

The anger that had just sprung up immediately dissipated cleanly, and the corners of his mouth even raised up uncontrollably.

Suppressing a smile, he walked to the tea table and sat down, gently stroked Xin Yue's hair, and finally couldn't help but kissed him on the forehead.

Xin Yue woke up slowly, propped up his body, and said with sleepy eyes: "Are you back?" He rubbed his uncomfortable eyes again, really childish.

Ou Jiming responded, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Xin Yue stood up staggeringly: "Have you eaten yet? I cooked the meal and I'll heat it up for you."

Before he stood up, Ou Jiming held him down: "Don't worry."

"Huh? Have you eaten?" He looked down at him.

Ou Jiming hooked him and said, "But now I want to eat you more." Climbing up his body, he finally hooked Xin Yue's neck and kissed him deeply.

"Hmm..." Xin Yue moaned, he was still sleepy, so he pushed him away in a daze.

Ou Jiming grabbed his hands to prevent him from moving, coaxing him softly: "Don't make trouble, give it to me." Then he pushed him to the ground, and the whole person fell down.

Xin Yue turned his head and said, "But I'm so hungry, I haven't had dinner yet."

Ou Jiming: "Can't you feed me first?"

Xin Yue spread out on the ground, not wanting to resist and argue at all: "Then hurry up." Anyway, he didn't have any strength to cooperate with him.

Ou Jiming: "..." He pinched Xin Yue's face angrily, "Why are you so annoying? Can't you cooperate with me?"

Xin Yue closed his eyes in a daze: "Then you do it yourself."

Ou Jiming was completely defeated by him, lying on top of him weakly, and sighed plaintively.

At this time, outside the small villa area, Luo Heng stood outside the fence, through the tulle-like curtains, saw two people in the room hugging each other, and finally fell to the ground together, he was propped against the fence He clenched his hand involuntarily, staring blankly at the room for a while, and finally stumbled away in a daze.

Ou Jiming held Xin Yue in his arms and took a few breaths before getting up from Xin Yue like a fully charged robot.Rolling up his sleeves, he walked into the restaurant: "Clean up, I'll heat up the meal."

"Okay." Xin Yue sat up lazily and looked around the room for a week.Said to Ou Jiming: "You bring all the hot food, let's eat in front of the French windows." He ran to the refrigerator to get a few cans of beer.

From time to time, the room is filled with the aroma of food.

Xin Yue was already sitting on the ground in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a pillow on his back.

Outside this huge floor-to-ceiling window is the abandoned small garden. Ou Jiming never opens it, and Xin Yue never opens it on his own initiative.Even now, he has no intention of opening the French windows.

After a while, Ou Jiming brought out the hot food.

Seeing that Xin Yue had already drank most of the can of cold beer by himself, he took the rest and poured him a bowl of soup: "You deserve to be so hard even though you know your stomach is weak."

Xin Yue retorted him indifferently: "I don't drink it every day." With a stubborn mouth, he still obediently drank a bowl of hot soup.

The two of them ate together and didn't have much to say.

After eating something, Xin Yue felt a little hot, and asked for a knitted coat, but Ou Jiming stopped him: "I'll open the window."

As soon as the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened, Yelu was blown in by a night wind carrying the fragrance of plants. Xin Yue immediately shivered and wrapped his clothes tightly.

But Ou Jiming walked around to him and hugged him into his arms.

The cool back is immediately warm and comfortable.

Xin Yue looked up at him in surprise, and happened to meet Ou Jiming's eyes, he blinked, looked away, and continued to eat.

Ou Jiming just hugged him like that and didn't speak.

The two ate one after another.

As they ate, there was only one piece of braised pork ribs left on the plate, but they both stretched out their chopsticks at the same time.

The two refused to give in to each other for the piece of braised pork, and in the end they simply grabbed the plate, neither of them willing to show weakness.

Xin Yue said, "I made this, and I should eat the last piece."

Ou Jiming was immediately dissatisfied: "It's obvious that you cooked it for me, how could you have the face to snatch it from me?"

Both of them stared at each other with rounded eyes.

Xin Yue's thumb was stained with vegetable juice, snatching the tip of his middle finger, and the plate flew towards Ou Jiming.

'Crack——' With a crisp sound, the whole bowl was clasped on Ou Jiming's chest, and the last piece of rib flew away as well.

The hot soup seeped into his shirt and landed on his chest. Ou Jiming threw the bowl and began to undress.

The piece of soup on the collarbone slid down the curve of the body.

"It's all your fault." Ou Jiming wiped it with a tissue in frustration.

The wrist was clasped by Xin Yue.

Ou Jiming: "What are you doing?"

Xin Yue stared straight at Ou Jiming's chest, swallowed hard, then looked up at him: "Don't wipe it, it's a waste."

Xin Yue's fiery eyes seemed to swallow Ou Jiming into his neck.