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Wen Zecheng left after saying this.

Only Rong Yuheng was left staring blankly at the closed bathroom door... He is a kind hamster, he never harms anyone.

After thinking to no avail, Rong Yuheng chose to give up as always, stripped off her clothes and began to take a bath.

The shower in Wen Zecheng's house is very comfortable, and the water temperature is also warm. The bathroom is filled with heat, and the sound of "buzzing" water seems to be hypnotizing. Rong Yuheng felt drowsy after washing for a while, and his eyes slowly narrowed .

The water flowed down from his head, engulfing his IQ and flowing into the sewer...

Rong Yuheng squinted for a while, then shook his head to regain his senses, he couldn't wash too fast, or he would get chicken jelly.

After thinking about it for a while, Rong Yuheng decided to open his voice to wake up——

The loud and clear tenor voice resounded through the bathroom in an instant, mixed with the sound of "squeaking" water and a little reverberation, overflowing the crack of the door and echoing throughout the bedroom:

"Good mountain, good water, good place~

All roads are open~”

...Wen Zecheng, who just pushed open the bedroom door, "?"

Rong Yuheng's singing became louder and louder mixed with the sound of water:

"Friends are here and have good wine~ah

If the jackal comes,

There are hunting guns to meet it——! "

"..." Wen Jackal.

He squeezed his trousers, and the charming thoughts in his heart dissipated instantly.

Wen Zezheng turned his head and hung the trousers and bathrobe on the doorknob, knocked on the door to interrupt Rong Yuheng's intoxicated singing, "The clothes are hanging here, come out and get them after washing."

Rong Yuheng's singing stopped abruptly, and then, wrapped in water vapor, it hummed, "Thank you, owner~"

Wen Zecheng gave his hands a pause, and he felt that his dissipated thoughts were gradually gathering again.

Rong Yuheng quickly washed himself clean inside, then wrapped himself in a towel and opened the door, poking his head out to have a look.

I saw Wen Zecheng sitting at the table by the window, seriously flipping through a magazine.

Rong Yuheng reached out to take away the trousers and bathrobe, retracted them and put them on again, and felt a sense of warmth as soon as he went out, "It's so warm."

Wen Zecheng raised his head to look at him.The latter's hair was still wet, hanging on his forehead, his face was rosy and pink by the heat, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in water vapor, clear and spiritual.

Wen Zezheng only glanced at it, then quickly lowered his eyes, "It's cold, and you're only wearing a bathrobe, so you turned on the floor heating in case you would catch a cold."

Rong Yuheng covered his heart in emotion, "The owner even knows how to keep them at constant temperature!"

Wen Zecheng was made helpless and funny by his rhetoric, so he stood up and pushed him back to the bathroom, "Go and dry your hair."

Rong Yuheng pushed forward with a shy face, "This is the owner's responsibility."

Wen Zecheng, "..."

Hi...Hi from heaven!

He restrained the corners of his mouth from curling up too much, and used his lifelong skills to perform a "have to do it" gesture, "It really is a precious hamster."

Rong Yuheng, "Kekeke~"

Wen Zecheng pushed him into the bathroom, took the hair dryer and blew the hair on his head.

Wen Zecheng is half a head taller than Rong Yuheng.Standing behind him at this moment, with broad shoulders and a broad back, his long arms almost wrap him in his arms.

In front of Rong Yuheng was a mirror, and after the heat dissipated, the mirror gradually became clear——

I saw Wen Zerong lowering his eyes, with a serious and gentle expression, his broad palm gently rubbing on his head, and when he turned his head slightly, he seemed to want to kiss him.

Seeing this scene in the mirror seemed extremely embarrassing, Rong Yuheng suddenly felt a little awkward, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Wen Zecheng stopped, and asked him softly, "Is it hot?"

Rong Yuheng said, "No."

Wen Zecheng continued to brag to him, "That's good, your fur is so bright, it's a pity to burn it."

Rong Yuheng, "..." Well, the awkwardness disappeared, and it was still the familiar hamster script.

However, at this moment, Wen Zecheng's heart was not at peace.

Rong Yuheng's skin was fair, and the neckline of the bathrobe was wide open.When Wen Zecheng looked down from the top, he could see the graceful lines of the back of his neck all the way down into the neckline.When he turned his head, he could even see the latter's beautiful collarbone and Adam's apple, which moved slightly as he spoke.

Very fragrant, very tender, very delicious.

The key is that you can hold your waist and hug your arms with just a light hug.

Wen Zecheng turned off the hair dryer, took two steps back, "Okay."

Rong Yuheng rubbed his head, "Thank you."

After the two went out, they chatted for a while in the bedroom.It was almost twelve o'clock, Wen Zezhen took the quilt out of the cabinet and spread it on the floor, "It's ready to sleep, you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep here."

Rong Yuheng felt like a bird occupying a dove's nest, "Let me sleep on the floor."

Wen Zeleng said, "I want you to sleep on the floor and I will sleep on the bed, do you think I can fall asleep?"

Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, then tentatively stretched out his head, "Then shall we sleep in bed together?"

"..."

Wen Zecheng's expression almost froze!

He took a deep breath and shook the quilt violently, "Single bed, squeeze when sleeping, we sleep separately."

It's not that Wen Zecheng doesn't want to sleep together, but he's afraid he won't be able to hold on.Especially now that Rong Yuheng is covered in the scent of his shower gel, and looks very defenseless.

Wen Zezhen felt that it was all right for him to flirt with his lips, or to make small movements occasionally, or to have some sullen thoughts in his heart, which were all reasonable.But the person hasn't caught up yet, how can you hug him to sleep with this kind of thinking?

That's too much!

Rong Yuheng saw Wen Zerong's insistence, so he could only give a "Oh" in compromise.

While making the bed, Wen Zeleng said to him, "You will be uncomfortable sleeping in a bathrobe. I have clothes in my closet. You can use whichever one is comfortable for you to wear as pajamas."

What Wen Zecheng thought was that they couldn't sleep together, but they could have "boyfriend shirts"!He thought of Rong Yuheng wearing his oversized clothes, with a wide neckline, and the hem just enough to cover the bottom of his legs... Even if he didn't sleep together, he was worth it tonight.

Rong Yuheng went to pick the closet like a fluke, sighing while doing it, "Now I eat yours, wear yours and live in yours... This favorite script is too real!"

Wen Zecheng gave a "hmm", and secretly glanced at Rong Yuheng out of the corner of his eye.

Immediately afterwards, he watched Rong Yuheng pull out a set of clothes from an unknown corner of the closet.

When you shake it open, it's not too big or too small to cover yourself.

Wen Zecheng's pupils dilated slightly...

This should be the summer uniform he wore when he went to school ten years ago. After Rong Yuheng put it on, it was a perfect one and complemented each other perfectly.

Rong Yuheng happily walked around in front of Wen Zecheng, "Look, don't they fit you well? Those clothes of yours are too big, I didn't expect there to be such a one!"

Wen Zecheng's lips moved slightly, "...I didn't expect that either."

Even his eyes were dull, Rong Yuheng was already tender, but now he looks more like a middle school student.

Wen Zecheng dragged the person to wash up and then dragged him back, and stuffed him into the bed, "Sleep, sleep..."

Rong Yuheng nestled under the quilt obediently and sang, "My dear~ baby."

"..." Wen Zecheng turned off the light with a "snap".

He thought, isn't it just a baby, he is too embarrassed to have other thoughts.Look like a pervert.

midnight.

Wen Zecheng had a dream.

In his dream, he went back to the day of the audition, on the big bright stage, where he met Rong Yuheng for the first time.

Rong Yuheng was twisting her waist and raised her butt towards herself, "I like to raise my butt, you will?"

Wen Zecheng felt his heart beating fast, he saw himself put his hands on Rong Yuheng's waist, and said, "I like it too, you should raise it higher."

Immediately afterwards, Rong Yuheng's clothes changed, becoming the school uniform of junior high school students.The stage in the background suddenly disappeared and turned into an empty land. Above their heads was the dark sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down with a bang!

Wen Zezheng's heart tightened, and he heard a majestic voice, "If you attack a minor, you will be struck by lightning!"

Wen Zerong became anxious, and defended himself against the dark night sky, "I didn't, I didn't!"

At this moment, Rong Yuheng suddenly jumped up like a hamster, his legs were clamped around Wen Zecheng's waist, and he began to circle happily - circle and circle, circle and circle...Wen Zecheng wanted him to come down first, so that he could not testify his guilt in front of God, but found that he couldn't say anything, only felt that his abdomen was suffocated, and his chest was out of breath.

"Um……!"

Wen Zezhen let out a muffled snort, and suddenly woke up from the dream——

When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark ceiling, but the feeling of suffocation did not disappear.

When he looked down, he saw a mass of figures with quilts and pillows pressing on him.

Wen Zecheng, "..."

It seems that the "咵啦" thunder strike was the sound of Rong Yuheng falling from the bed.

He sighed, and struggled to get up to move Rong Yuheng, but the latter didn't move at all, and even frowned and muttered a few words, pawing at the carpet and refusing to let go.

It was really scratching, the two little paws were deeply embedded in the blanket, and it was impossible to pull it.

Wen Zecheng was helpless.He was afraid of waking people up, so he could only let Rong Yuheng lie on the carpet, wrapped him in a quilt, and climbed back into bed by himself...

The next morning.

Wen Zhongyun woke up early, and the old man didn't feel much sleep. After getting up, he went downstairs and slipped a corner. When he came back, it was almost eight o'clock, and he was going to wake up the two children.

Wen Zhongyun had already made mental preparations in advance.

He thought, it would be fine if he opened the door and saw Wen Zezheng sleeping on the ground obediently; but if he saw Wen Zezheng sleeping on the bed with someone else's baby in his arms, he had to be calm.

Wen Zhongyun pushed the door lightly after completing the psychological preparation - the bedroom door slowly opened a crack, and the scene inside was revealed little by little before Wen Zhongyun's eyes...

None of the envisioned scenarios existed.

On the comfortable big bed, his son Wen Zezhen was lying upright and sleeping soundly; while Rong Yuheng huddled pitifully into a ball, nestling on the carpet under the bed.

"..."

Wen Zhongyun's pupils trembled, and his fist hardened: what a way to treat guests!

Before Wen Zhongyun rushed in, Rong Yuheng who was on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

After Rong Yuheng woke up, she was at a loss for two seconds - where is this?

Then his memory came back: Oh...it was at Wen Zecheng's house.

In the next second, Rong Yuheng realized that he had moved under the bed, and Wen Zeleng, who said, "You sleep on the bed under me, do you think I can sleep?" was already lying on the bed.

"..." Rong Yuheng stared at Wen Zerong for two seconds with unspeakable and doting eyes, then shook his head.

Stop Liao, stop Liao, he forgives Wen Zecheng's pride and indulgence.

Rong Yuheng stood up, and as soon as he raised his head, he met the eyes of Wen Zhongyun, who was watching secretly at the door—he was startled, and before he opened his mouth, he saw the latter waving at him.

Rong Yuheng rubbed her hands lightly, "Uncle?"

Wen Zhongyun lovingly touched Rong Yuheng's head, as if the latter had been greatly wronged, "Go wash up, uncle will steam some siu mai for you."

Rong Yuheng immediately ran to wash up happily, and when he came out, he saw Wen Zhongyun steaming siu mai in the kitchen.

Rong Yuheng took out a small plate and put it aside, "Uncle, let me serve your siu mai!"

Wen Zhongyun pulled him affectionately, "Good boy, did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Rong Yuheng recalled it for a while, but he felt that he slept soundly. He seemed to have dreamed of participating in the variety show of "Treasure Hunting Conference", swimming in the ocean ball, and climbing rocks in the secret room...

"No, I slept well."

Wen Zhongyun only regarded him as being polite, and after the siu mai was steamed, the two of them put it on a plate and served it to the table.Rong Yuheng also took the initiative to pass a pair of chopsticks to Wen Zhongyun, "Uncle, chopsticks! Kekeke~"

Wen Zhongyun felt that it was the first time in more than ten years that he breathed such a lively and cheerful air, "You eat too, goose goose goose~"

The big white goose and the little hamster were eating siu mai like a family at the dining table, and just after taking two bites, they heard a movement from the door of the dining room.

Turning around, Wen Zezhen was standing at the door in a daze, as if asking the two of them: Why didn't you call yourself?

There was a hint of coldness in the corner of Wen Zhongyun's mouth, but he smiled and said nothing.

Rong Yuheng sighed, and finally pulled the seat for him kindly, "How did you sleep?"

Wen Zecheng sat down and gave the culprit a meaningful look, "I didn't sleep very well."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, he received a more meaningful look——

Wen Zhongyun looked at Wen Zecheng quietly, "It's kind of funny to say that."

Wen Zecheng, "?"

Rong Yuheng calmly adjusted the atmosphere, "It's okay, it's okay, let's have some siu mai." He said and passed one to Wen Zeleng.

Wen Zecheng took it over and frowned... He always felt that the word "Shaomai" was registered in his heart. What is it?

Before he could think clearly, he heard Rong Yuheng say again, "This is the siu mai that my uncle got up early in the morning to steam."

Wen Zecheng paused as he ate siu mai, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind—Rong Yuheng's "marriage" standard, got up on a winter morning to steam siu mai for him!

Wen Zecheng instantly felt that his whole body was not well!

He put down the siu mai abruptly, looked at the duo with bewildered faces solemnly, and blurted out words like an oath,

"I can also steam siu mai. Let me steam all the siu mai in the future."

Rong Yuheng & Wen Zhongyun, "..."

The sharp eyes of the two gradually softened, Wen Zhongyun turned his head and whispered to Rong Yuheng, "Did we misunderstand him?"

Rong Yuheng nodded, "Well, looking at him like that, he really didn't sleep well."

The brain is obviously not sober.

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