Double ten

After eating and drinking enough, Mu Feng from the old house hid in the bedroom, took out the computer he had used for several years from his luggage compartment to type, and was in a good mood. Into the mind, the novel is written much faster.

This notebook is his most precious thing, and he takes it with him wherever he goes, even when his stomach hurts in the morning, he refuses to leave the luggage compartment because it is in it.

It's not how expensive the notebook is, but the contents of the notebook. All his hard work can be said to be here, but in order to prevent the computer from breaking down, honestly, every time he finishes typing, he has to upload it to his mailbox and save it as a backup. share.

Mu Feng, who was immersed in his own novel world, sat in front of the computer for hours at a time. He didn't even notice that Xia Chengfeng, who had returned from a trip, walked behind him. Xia Chengfeng, who knew everything about him, naturally knew What did he do and what did he eat today? Seeing him trying to fight against his work, without disturbing him, he quietly walked into the bathroom to wash off his exhaustion, and then lazily leaned against the bedside with a magazine watch.

Where is he reading a magazine, if there is a third person, he can find that the magazine he is holding has not turned the pages at all.

The bed is farthest from the bedroom door, and there is a desk not far from the end of the bed. Mu Feng sits there with his spine straight and earnestly typing. From his angle, he can clearly see the profile of that person.

The soft hair flutters slightly with the night wind blowing in from the window, as if beckoning someone to approach; sometimes the delicate eyebrows are raised tightly, and sometimes they soften, which means that the owner's problem has been solved; The small lips are slightly pursed, and the light red reveals the ultimate temptation; the pointed chin, the slightly protruding throat, the straight chest and the upright sitting posture all exude the impulse to commit｜crime｜ move.

Xia Chengfeng stared blankly, only knew that he was staring straight at that person, only knew that a certain part of his body was thinking about that person, the more he looked at it, the more he missed it, until his belly felt hot, After a jolt, he came back to his senses, looked at the small tent that he had set up somewhere, and then at the person who hadn't moved, and had no choice but to rush into the bathroom again depressed.

"Xia Chengfeng, you are really useless!" Looking at himself in the mirror, Xia Chengfeng desperately rinsed his body with cold water to calm down the anger in his body.

The one you love is right in front of you, right beside you, but you can't touch it, you can't eat it, how can you not make your heart itchy?

Although he is not a young man with full blood and vigor, he is also at an age of vigorous physical strength. As the saying goes, a man has 41 flowers, and he is approaching the age of this flower, how can he not be easily emotional for the person he loves?

He has almost passed half his life, panicking the passage of time, hoping that that person can understand his thoughts soon, and hates his cowardice.

What can he do?If you can't do what that person doesn't want to do, you have to wrong yourself and use your own actions to dissolve the heart that has been sealed and frozen.

The love in the world is nothing but gratification, but he, whose heart belongs to Mu Feng, doesn't know that person's heart belongs to him.

"Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng...you can only be mine, only belong to me." No one can take you away from me.

The sharp eyes of the man in the mirror revealed a different kind of firmness, and the determination to win something made people tremble, but in the blink of an eye, it was covered by water vapor and gradually disappeared.

As soon as Xia Chengfeng, who was wearing a white bathrobe, stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door, he saw the man sitting in front of the table stretching his waist against the back of the chair and yawning big.

It's getting late, it's time to sleep.

The man's unconscious actions also had a different kind of temptation in his eyes, suppressing the feelings that would well up in his heart, Xia Chengfeng smiled: "Xiaofeng, it's getting late, go take a shower and go to bed early."

The abrupt voice made Mu Feng, who thought he was the only one in the room, really startled, and forcibly suppressed the "It's really late" that he was going to say.

Fortunately, it was a familiar voice, a familiar person, otherwise, he didn't know what to think.

Mu Feng's posture of exercising his muscles and bones slowly stopped, he stood up stiffly and turned around, looked at someone in a bathrobe who was wiping his hair, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm not here, where is that?" He replied naturally, as if it was a normal thing for him to appear.

It is indeed a very common thing, because this is the room he has ordered, isn't it?

Mu Feng blinked, still thinking about how to write the next plot in his mind, but now he forgot all about it, and quickly analyzed the current situation.

After coming to a conclusion, he still asked uncertainly, "You, sleep here?"

The man took it for granted and replied, "Well, what else?"

After getting the answer, Mu Feng nodded and didn't speak. He started to pack the computer and put it in the suitcase. There wasn't much to take out, but it was fast. He started zipping and dragging out the door in only 2 minutes.

"Xiaofeng!" Xia Chengfeng was in a hurry, and stopped his footsteps with a stride, not knowing why: "That's it, what is it?"

Damn, do I really understand or pretend to be confused, but now I am eating his food, Mu Feng suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and calmly said: "I'm sorry, Director Xia, I didn't know this was the room you lived in. Sorry for staying here for so long, the required expenses can be deducted from the remaining payment, excuse me."

As soon as the novel and Fengcheng Film and Television signed a contract, Xia Chengfeng paid half of the funds to him, and the remaining half, no matter how high the hotel fee is, must be able to pay for this day.

It was because he thought too much that he thought this room was reserved for him, and he really thought highly of himself.

Now that he understands the whole story, no one has arranged a place for him, he is a big man, how can he not find a place to live?

Bypassing him, Mu Feng walked out, but after taking two steps, he grabbed his arm and pulled it back.

"That's right, this is my room." The man said softly, "But it's also yours, we share one room."

What's mine is yours, and what's mine is yours.