After getting married, the actor always wants to leave me a legacy

The sky after the heavy snow is brighter than usual, and the whiteness of the ground reflects brighter skylight.

Zhang Zhuoye couldn't get up, a gust of cold wind blew, he shrank into the bed, covered his head, and said in a raving voice, "It's so cold...did you close the window..."

Tang Zong was awakened by Zhang Zhuoye's raving.

The body temperature that does not belong to him is close to him, the soft, smooth and warm feeling under the quilt, that is clearly...

No clothes.

Tang Zong lifted a corner of the quilt sullenly to make sure, his expression changed, he hurriedly jumped out of bed, picked up the clothes left beside the bed and quickly put them on, pulled up his pants and went out.

Why did I sleep with Zhang Zhuoye again, this time it was the same as the first night, with no clothes at all.

Tang Zong regained his composure after getting dressed neatly. This is his own room, why is he running?

Tang Zong calmed down, and closed the window tightly when he went back, so as not to freeze a rabbit, he approached the bed and lifted the quilt that seemed to be Zhang Zhuoye's head, "It's dawn, you get up——"

Zhang Zhuoye was forced to expose his head, but the cold air outside the quilt made him shrink his head in again, "It's snowing outside, it's so cold, I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

Tang Zong wrapped the edge of the quilt around Zhang Zhuoye's neck, and forced his head out of the quilt, "How much do you covet me, come to my room in the middle of the night and attack me at night?"

He said with a little embarrassment on his face.

But Zhang Zhuoye woke up when he heard it, is it broken?

His eyes turned red, "You forgot all the things you did when you were drunk? Who kissed my mouth so swollen last night, and forced me to call my husband over and over again, and wouldn't let me get out of bed, you toss me I'm so tired."

As if struck by lightning, Tang Zong took a few steps back and let go of Zhang Zhuoye's quilt, "...I...I'm really...with you again... .”

Zhang Zhuoye took the opportunity to retract his head and covered himself with the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes from the gap, his voice was a little choked up.

"Some people are serious on the surface, but they don't know how much they like to be called husband, and they mess around when they are drunk. I resisted desperately but was succeeded. In the end, I put on my pants in the morning and forgot everything. Now I am not a husband. Even if he asked me to rest on his bed for a while, he would drive me down."

"No, I'm not." Tang Zong's eyes wandered in the bedroom. Many things that were originally on the table were thrown on the ground in a mess, and it seemed that it was indeed the scene of fierce resistance.

His complexion is getting worse and worse. He did invite Hua Qinghuai to the bar last night and drank a lot of wine, "I mean, although I forgot..."

"Can you pretend it didn't happen if you forget it?" Through the quilt, Zhang Zhuoye's voice was muffled. I've slept with me twice, and we've got our marriage certificate, so you're still going to hang out with me like before, right..."

Although he couldn't see it, Tang Zong could imagine the aggrieved look in Zhang Zhuoye's eyes. He stopped talking, "...No...you... you should rest well, and call me if you need anything."

Tang Zong left with a sleepwalking expression.

Zhang Zhuoye breathed a sigh of relief, rolled into the bed and lay down comfortably, and finally could continue to sleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Tang Zong's voice reappeared outside, he hesitated to speak for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to call Zhang Zhuoye, "I brought medicine...you...do you want to apply it? "

A drowsy voice came from under the quilt, "Leave it alone, we'll talk about it later."

"Well, remember to apply it. If it's inconvenient, you can still call me for help." Tang Zong's ears turned red, he put the medicine on the bedside and turned around immediately after speaking.

"—Wait a minute." Zhang Zhuoye's weak voice came from under the blanket again, "I need tonic, it goes better with stewed chicken soup with carrots in heavy snow, and add some yams and goji berries."

Tang Zong paused, "Okay."

Butler Nan was fortunate enough to appreciate how Tang Zong, who was in a daze, floated down the stairs.

Tang Zong said in a trance, "Uncle Nan, ask the kitchen to stew a chicken, the most nourishing kind, stewed with carrots, yams and goji berries."

"Master Zhuo Ye wants to eat?" Nan Butler asked, Tang Zong never touched this food.

Tang Zong nodded in a daze, "He is weak and needs to be replenished."

Weak?Need supplements? ?

Butler Nan: "Is it delivered to your room?"

Tang Zong nodded, then shook his head, "No, I'll bring it to him myself."

"Oh!" Uncle Nan suddenly realized, his old face bloomed with a smile, that's it, but the young master is too fiddly, is it the sheep's kidney that has worked?

Tang Zong didn't know what Nan Butler was thinking at all. He went to find the recording pen he was carrying with him. He found a room where there was no one and got in, but the recording pen couldn't be turned on.

It seemed that the electricity was out yesterday, and there was nothing in it. Now, what happened to Zhang Zhuoye last night, except for the only person who has memory, there is absolutely no proof.

......

Zhang Zhuoye had a sound sleep, and after waking up refreshed, he felt that he had the courage to leave the warm bed, so he poked his head out from under the quilt.

He was startled by the silent figure standing beside the bed.

Tang Zong was holding the thermos soup box, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting by the bedside, when he saw Zhang Zhuoye woke up, he moved his stiff limbs, "I didn't wake you up, you should put on a set of clothes first , Be careful of catching a cold."

Needless to say, Zhang Zhuoye would not let his tender skin directly touch the cold air, just as he was about to stretch out his hand, a thicker and warmer pajamas had already been handed into his hand.

Tang Zong smiled at him, "Wear this."

Zhang Zhuoye glanced at him in a daze, and wriggled under the quilt again with his clothes and his body. After his head came out again, he had already put on his pajamas.

"You don't need to get up, just lie down." Tang Zong gently pulled up his upper body, stuffed a cushion behind him, sat on the edge of the bed, opened the soup box, blew a mouthful, and fed the spoon directly to his mouth, unexpectedly wanting to serve him directly Zhang Zhuo ate at night.

While Zhang Zhuoye was flattered, he also had the urge to burst out laughing. Tang Zong, who is as careful as serving his confinement wife, is really, super cute!

I don't know if Sui Pianxing will serve him like this when playing Du Yunzhou?

Zhang Zhuoye thought in his heart, opened his mouth wide, and waited for Tang Zong to feed him, "Husband, next meal I want to eat winter melon and jade bamboo ribs soup."

"Well, do it!" Tang Zong nodded and continued to feed him.

"The next meal is tea tree mushroom old duck soup."

"Okay, do it."

"I also want the limited edition figure that Marilyn Dream Rabbit just released."

"Well, buy it!"

Finally enjoying the meal served by Tang Zong with the confinement treatment, Zhang Zhuoye burped and ate well.

Tang Zong packed his things, came back again, and stretched out his hand to untie Zhang Zhuoye's clothes, "It's not convenient for you, I'll help you with the medicine."

"No, no medicine." Zhang Zhuoye wrapped his new pajamas tightly, feeling a little guilty, just now Tang Zong promised him everything, it was too wrong for him to fool Tang Zong in order to get more sleep.

"Why don't you let me help?" Tang Zong lowered his head and thought for a while, hesitantly said: "...Is it... I didn't help you clean up? Then let me take a look, I heard that you will get sick."

"Don't be like this, I really can't help you like this, I can't help but want to lie to you again." Zhang Zhuoye couldn't hold back anymore, he slapped the head of the bed and burst out laughing, "Do you really have no memory at all? Do you believe everything I say?"

The corners of Tang Zong's mouth slowly straightened, and the smile gradually lost on his face, "Fake?"

He couldn't get confirmation from the recording pen, and while he was acknowledging the matter by touching his nose, he felt a little joyful in his heart.

Now that he heard it was false, his first reaction was not anger, but a deep sense of loss and disappointment, as if some cooked duck flew away again.

Suppressing this inexplicable feeling, Tang Zong looked at Zhang Zhuoye, Zhang Zhuoye was smiling out of shape, but kept quietly peeping at his expression, like a little squirrel secretly observing his head, seeing that he is not angry , dare to laugh presumptuously.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, I'm sorry, husband, you are so funny." Zhang Zhuoye patted the edge of the bed, laughing so hard that the bed couldn't support it.

You can't let him go like this, Tang Zong's expression changed, and Zhang Zhuoye was a little terrified by laughing immediately, "Do you know how a wolf boy is punished?"

"Why, you still want to punish me?" As soon as Zhang Zhuoye finished speaking, he was thrown on the side of Tang Zong's shoulder, his butt hurt, and a clear and loud slap came to his ears.

Zhang Zhuoye was stunned, and continued to make two clear voices, the pain on his buttocks only started to spread now.

"Do you want chicken soup?" Tang Zong raised his hands more heavily, "Do you still want pork rib soup, old duck soup? Do you want a handmade one?"

Zhang Zhuoye begged for mercy, "Husband, I was wrong, please forgive me, I don't want it anymore, oops~ it hurts——you lighten—"

Tang Zong was still very interested at first, but after hitting him a few times, he gradually felt that something was wrong. The lines Zhang Zhuoye yelled were not right at all, and he became more and more ashamed.

Zhang Zhuoye seemed to be yelling out of fun, and he kept yelling louder and panting, Tang Zongting's ears became redder and redder, and finally he couldn't keep going, "If you don't want Uncle Nan to hear it, then stop yelling."

The door was not locked, butler Nan might come in at any time, and if he kept calling, he might think what the two of them were doing.

Zhang Zhuoye smiled, stopped pretending, kissed Tang Zong on the face, and lowered his voice, "Tomorrow the second reality show will be recorded, you kiss me like this, do you still want to admit it?"

Tang Zong involuntarily set his eyes on Zhang Zhuoye's lips, the originally rosy lips were already red and swollen, Tang Zong closed his eyes, not daring to look more.

So...he really kissed Zhang Zhuoye for a long time.