I heard the king is dumb

In the morning, the sun filled the whole big bed, a pair of bare and slender thighs pressed against the white quilt, and the fluffy black hair at the head of the bed was exposed outside the quilt, it seemed that the sun was too glaring, the man pulled the quilt up again Pull, hide the whole head in the quilt.

Zhong Yi leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, his upper body was naked, and his lower body was wearing suit trousers. His strong waistline slowly moved up from the trousers, and then up was his strong chest. He held a cup of coffee, sipping it from time to time, watching An Luo smiled at the action of pulling the quilt, and pressed the switch next to it, and the curtains were automatically closed.

After a few minutes, Zhong Yi put down his phone and coffee, walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, pulled the person inside into his arms and continued to sleep.The person in the arms closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, he didn't open his eyes but rubbed against Zhong Yi's arms, finding a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

God favored them, Li Renjie didn't come out to be a monster, the headlines were normal, most of the article titles were An Luo's loss of voice, accompanied by a photo of Zhong Yi and him yesterday.This is already a blessing in misfortune, but his sudden exposure in front of the media gave Zhong Yi a slight headache. If the old chiefs in the team knew about it, he would probably lose his temper.

Yesterday was a bit intense, and An Luo was recovering from a serious illness, and her physical exertion was severe, so she slept until 6 o'clock in the evening.When he woke up, he touched the place beside him.

no one!

An Luo woke up completely now.He got up from the bed, regardless of the soreness in his whole body as if he had been run over by a car, and got out of bed with bare feet.

This is a presidential suite, with a living room and a kitchen, An Luo searched all over the room, but there was no sign of Zhong Yi.

The familiar sense of loss hit him again, just like that time, Zhong Yi disappeared again!In the empty living room, An Luo's back looked a bit downcast.

With a beep, the door was pushed open, Zhong Yi came in with packed food in his hand, and saw An Luo in the living room, who was only wearing underwear, staring at him blankly, a little surprised and a little wronged.

"Why... um..."

When Zhong Yi didn't finish asking, An Luo blocked him back. He was forced to the wall by An Luo, with his back against the wall.Zhong Yi felt that An Luo was trembling all over, and he was a little breathless being held tightly by him.

"An...fall!"

Zhong Yi called softly, the person in his arms finally stopped moving, An Luo buried his head into Zhong Yi's neck, and never let go of his arms that hugged him tightly.

Zhong Yi felt warm liquid dripping on his neck, and his heart felt like a knife had been slashed out.Fortunately, An Luo quickly let him go this time.

"what happened?"

Zhong Yi asked softly.

An Luo wiped away the tears on her face, and looked directly into Zhong Yi's eyes.

"Zhong Yi, don't leave without saying goodbye!"

He spoke earnestly and firmly, as if he was pleading or ordering, which made Zhong Yi feel a little sour.

Zhong Yi kissed the corner of An Luo's mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't leave even if you drive me away!"

Having received the promise, An Luo relaxed. He fiddled with the food that Zhong Yi had brought back. Seemingly there was nothing he wanted, he raised his head and said,

"I want to eat the noodles you made, let's go home!"

"Okay, let's go home."

"...An Luo, can you sit on the sofa for a while?"

The human backpack behind him shook his head, and continued to press his entire body against Zhong Yi, and the arms around his waist tightened even tighter.

Zhong Yi had no choice but to continue chopping vegetables and cooking.The backpack behind Naihe was not honest, and through the clothes, he could feel An Luo blowing on his back. The warm air and the person's body temperature made every cell of Zhong Yi scream.

"An Luo...Are you sure you don't want to go to the sofa?"

The person behind shook his head again.

An Luo felt dizzy, his waist tightened, Zhong Yi carried him to the cutting board, and Zhong Yi pushed the cut vegetables aside.

An Luo swears that he only blows to blow off the hair that sticks to Zhong Yi's clothes, the person in front of him is obviously wrong.

Without waiting for An Luo to explain, Zhong Yi had already blocked his mouth tightly. The play between lips and tongue is the best catalyst for hormones. A few minutes later, An Luo had already thrown the matter of the explanation out of the blue, and passed out completely drunk. In Zhong Yi's arms.

An Luo was lying on the sofa, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, and someone in the kitchen seemed to be in a good mood, and even hummed a song, An Luo smiled, he knew that song, he was locked in the recording It took three days and three nights in the room to write.The tune is lingering and meaningful. At that time, I didn’t understand love. In order to empathize with myself, he forced himself to watch hundreds of love movies before writing that song. Now it still sounds like something is missing. If I can sing it again, I will interpret it better.

However, someone sings very well.

After dinner, it was already 10 o'clock. An Luo lay on Zhong Yi's lap and swiped her phone. The headlines were mostly her own news, and the content was not bad. However, the comments left by fans in the comment section made An Luo very sad. They were waiting for him. return.

Still want to sing?Still want to talk?

think......

"Zhong Yi."

"Ok?"

"Take me to see Aunt Shen tomorrow."

Zhong Yi flicked his fingers on the phone, he looked at An Luo's serious eyes, and felt emotional in his heart.

"it is good."

Shen Yuan is not only a surgeon, she majored in psychology.