The landlord is a subject

The eighth day came in a blink of an eye, and Zheng Jiaming was worried that he was going to work, and it would be inconvenient for Fangzheng to be alone at home. He wanted to come back at noon to cook for him, but Fangzheng rejected it with a single word, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Don't worry, I won't starve to death. Work hard, and I will call Li Zhicheng over if something happens. Be careful not to have your salary deducted!"

"Okay...don't be brave, call me if you can't."

"Understood, you go, it's time to be late!"

Zheng Jiaming cared about him but was confused. He used to think that Fang Zheng was tall and mighty, but now that the two of them had sex together, and Fang Zheng was still recovering from his injuries, he wished he could be by his side 24 hours a day, a typical nanny physique.

The whole morning passed like that, Zheng Jiaming was scratching his head, and it was hard to call back directly. He was afraid that Fangzheng would talk about him, so he had to call Li Zhicheng to ask Li Zhicheng.

"Hello? Zheng Jiaming? What's the matter?" Li Zhicheng didn't know where he was, it was very noisy over there, he used to shout when he spoke.

"It's nothing, I'm just asking when you have time, I brought too much from home, Fangzheng and I can't finish it, you can take some back."

"Not today, but tomorrow, let me think about it... Tomorrow is not free, the day after tomorrow! I will go to your house the day after tomorrow, just to see how Dafang is doing. We have to start work as soon as possible, otherwise this year will be difficult!"

That being said, it's useless to be anxious, Fangzheng has to wait for his health to recover before he can work.

"Okay, then hang up, you can be busy."

"alright, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Zheng Jiaming put down the phone, thinking that as expected, Fangzheng never called Li Zhicheng at all, so he ran to talk to the manager, and rode home on the little sheep.

Originally thinking that Fangzheng would order takeaway to make do with a meal, Zheng Jiaming opened the door but saw no one, and followed the sound all the way to the kitchen, his eyeballs almost fell out of shock.

"You...can cook..."

Fangzheng was wearing Zheng Jiaming's apron, which was too small, and it didn't fit well. He was cooking with his head down, and his crutch was leaning against the refrigerator. Hearing Zheng Jiaming's voice, Fangzheng was startled, and the spatula in his hand almost fell apart thrown out.

"Why are you back?" Fangzheng was surprised at first, but then felt embarrassed when he thought of his current image—he is a big man, and he is most afraid of cooking in his life because he needs to wear an apron!But I was afraid of getting my clothes dirty, so I couldn't be more motherly with an apron on!

"Don't laugh!" Fangzheng smashed the pot, "It's just in time for me to come back, and I'll start cooking one more dish, and you can try my cooking."

Zheng Jiaming wanted to go up to take over, but was kicked out of the kitchen by Fang Zheng.

"Go and wipe the table clean, it'll be right away."

Taking advantage of the time when Fangzheng was putting the dishes on the plate, Zheng Jiaming turned on his phone and took a picture of him, how handsome he looked.

"What are you doing? Delete, delete!" Fangzheng came to snatch Zheng Jiaming's phone with a plate, but he dodged it.

"Don't delete it, I'll keep it for myself to read." Zheng Jiaming stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and sat down at the dinner table to eat.

"Is there anything to watch? If you like it, I'm right here. I can see it however I want! Be obedient and delete it."

Fang happened to be talking nonsense, seeing him like that, Zheng Jiaming laughed.

"Why?"

"Wearing an apron, mother is dead!"

"Ha, you're a mother if you wear an apron, so I wear it every day when I cook!"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

Fangzheng sighed, put the dishes on the table, and sat next to Zheng Jiaming: "You look good in an apron, but I'm wearing it as nondescript."

"Who said that?" Zheng Jiaming looked in disbelief, "Look for yourself, I took the picture for you, isn't it very manly?"

Fangzheng took the phone and stared at the photo.Don't tell me, he's really handsome. He's tall, his hair hasn't grown much, and he's wearing an apron in an inexplicably harmonious way, which is quite eye-catching.

"How is it? Is he handsome?"

"Okay."

"Huh, the dead duck has a hard mouth! Don't delete it now?"

"Keep it if you like it." Fangzheng picked up a chopstick and put it in Zheng Jiaming's bowl, "Hurry up and eat, you don't go to work this afternoon?"

"I told the manager, it's okay to be late."

Knowing that Fangzheng wouldn't starve to death without himself, Zheng Jiaming put his heart back into his stomach. After eating and washing the dishes, he rode the little sheep back to work again. He was not too far away, so he was not late.

There are discounts for car purchases during the Spring Festival, so the business is good. Zheng Jiaming is at ease introducing various models to customers, and taking them for a test drive. The whole day is not in vain.In their line of work, the basic salary is not much, and they all rely on their own mouth, and the more they sell, the more they earn.It turned out that Zheng Jiaming was not a good-spoken person, but after working for a year, his tongue has improved a lot, which can be regarded as a big gain.

He got off work at night more than an hour later than in the off-season. Zheng Jiaming pleaded with the manager for this. He couldn't patronize work and ignore Fangzheng. He was sick no matter what. The most important thing was that he was himself now. boyfriend!

Riding the little sheep back downstairs to the small villa on the second floor, Zheng Jiaming dragged his slightly tired body and opened the door. Fangzheng was leaning on the sofa and watching TV. The table was empty and there was nothing there.

"Hungry, wait for me, it will be ready soon."

Zheng Jiaming put down the keys, changed his shoes and prepared to enter the kitchen.

"The rice is already cooked, and the leftovers from lunch are put in the refrigerator. Take it out and heat it up, and then stir-fry another dish."

Fangzheng ordered dinner without blinking an eye. He didn't intend to do it himself. Zheng Jiaming was tired all day, so there was no need for him to make another big table of dishes. Anyway, it was just the two of them, and they couldn't eat much.

"That's fine, I'll get it done quickly, and I can eat right away."

"Well, don't worry, I'm not hungry yet." Fang Zheng glanced at Zheng Jiaming, and pointed to the banana peel in front of him.

After dinner, Fangzheng took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes, Zheng Jiaming couldn't resist, but he happened to be tired too, so he packed his clothes and went to take a shower.Zheng Jiaming stood under the shower, with the hot water pouring on his body, which felt very comfortable. He felt that Fangzheng probably showed his true colors, and he was embarrassed to let him cook by himself. From now on, the two of them will cook and wash the dishes alone. .

Thinking of this, Zheng Jiaming smiled, feeling quite sweet.

Fangzheng can take a shower by himself now, but his left arm is still not very flexible, so it is not very convenient to take off and put on clothes by himself, and he can't reach some places.After Zheng Jiaming took a shower, he started to pour water into the bathtub. He had to help Fang Zheng wipe his back, and he would easily get wet from the shower.

Fangzheng was stripped off in a few strokes, stepped into the bathtub, and lay down, sighing comfortably.Zheng Jiaming took the bath flower, squeezed a little bath liquid on it, pulled Fang Zheng's arm and began to rub.

"I just took a shower last night, don't you need to use so much force?"

"Brother, the ashes on your body are not accumulated in a day or two. Who was arguing to take a bath before?"

"Then you go on and rub it, and rub it clean."

"Go to sleep for a while, and I will wash you well."

Last night, I wanted to clean up Fangzheng, but the two of them met each other in the bathroom, and they were very close. In the end, Zheng Jiaming didn't take Fangzheng's cleanup very seriously, so we can't start a fire again tonight.

After washing his arms, Zheng Jiaming moved the small stool under his buttocks back, and Fangzheng sat in the bathtub with his back facing him, obediently allowing his back to be rubbed.

"Fortunately, not much ash."

"It's not that I haven't taken a shower, it's just that I haven't washed it as clean as usual."

Zheng Jiaming handed Fangzheng the bath flower filled with bath liquid, and said uncomfortablely, "You wash the rest yourself."

"What's the matter?" Fangzheng suddenly felt joking, "You wash it for me, my hands and feet are inconvenient."

Zheng Jiaming patted Fangzheng's intact right arm: "Isn't this good!"

Fangzheng took the bath flower, put one leg on the edge of the bathtub, and began to scrub slowly. Zheng Jiaming pointed aside and asked him to rub the back of his knee vigorously.Finally, both legs are washed clean, only the key parts are missing.

"All right."

Fang Zheng said that he was about to stand up.

"Hey, you... at least wash up next time."

"It's been washed."

Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes, Zheng Jiaming didn't bother to care anymore, he supported Fangzheng and wanted to pull him up, Fangzheng held his hand, and said shamelessly: "I may not wash cleanly, you check again."

As he said that, he drew the other's hand towards his legs.

"Hey, you really are!"

Zheng Jiaming now has a little understanding of Fang Zheng's nature. He usually looks like a serious man, but he is very naive and shameless in private.

"You help me make it more comfortable."

"Shut up, you!" Zheng Jiaming exerted a little force, and Fangzheng's face seemed to wrinkle. Afterwards, he felt that the taste was not bad, and urged Zheng Jiaming to push harder.

After a while, the water was almost cold, and Zheng Jiaming was worried that Fangzheng would catch a cold.

"Are you ready? Why isn't it over yet?"

Zheng Jiaming muttered softly, Fangzheng stretched out his big hand, and pulled him over, his foreheads were pressed together, his lips and teeth blended together, let you talk nonsense...

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