I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

He explained: "Mr. Meng told me to wait here when he went out today. He said that he must personally deliver the hot soup to you, it will nourish your stomach."

When Chu Xinze heard this, he couldn't hold back the joy on his face immediately. Seeing his appearance, the hourly worker smiled and joked: "Mr. Meng really cares about you, even more than my wife cares about me."

After hearing the joke, Chu Xinze couldn't help blushing, and took a small sip of the soup in the bowl. There was no way, this was brother's brand love nourishing stomach soup, even if there was arsenic in it, he still had to finish drinking.

Because the end of the world is getting closer, Meng Ziqian has obviously more things on his hands. Before, he still had time to eat with Chu Xinze and occasionally watch TV. Now he is so busy every day that he never touches the ground. late at night.

After finishing the matter, it was almost early morning, he rubbed the space between his brows wearily, and was about to go back to his room, but just as he opened the door of the study, all he could see was the scene of a person putting a glass on the floor of his study.

Chu Xinze, who was already the first time to change the honey water, just bent down to put the water glass on the ground, when he suddenly noticed that the door in front of him was opened, and then a pair of straight long legs appeared in his eyes.

Startled, he suddenly raised his head, and what came into view was an overly familiar and gentle face.

After being caught, Chu Xinze felt a little embarrassed, tightly gripping the glass in his hand with his fingers, facing the person with a slight smile on his lips, he blushed for a while and called out in a low voice: "Brother...Brother.... "

Although he worked late before, it was rarely like today until the early morning, so Meng Ziqian was a little surprised to see the person in front of him.

It's just that seeing the reddish embarrassment of the little man's face, and the glass water glass with curling steam rising in his hand, he seemed to guess something again.

And it was precisely because he had guessed the general idea that the expression between his brows subconsciously softened.

"...It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

Nervously pinching the water glass in his hand, Chu Xinze whispered after a while, "...Didn't my brother... not sleep either."

"Brother is for work."

"But..." Glancing at the person, it seemed that he finally plucked up the courage to raise his head and said, "Brother's body is the most important thing. If you don't sleep well...Brother will have the same headache as that time again."

Same as that time?

It was only then that Meng Ziqian remembered that a few months ago, he stayed up all night until the early morning. The next day he woke up, he had a headache and asked the part-time worker to help him buy some medicine. It seems that after that time, there will be more A glass of warm honey water.

Meng Ziqian has heard words of consolation many times from many people, sincere ones, fake ones, and polite ones, but he has never silently and foolishly insisted on his purity for so long like the person in front of him.

Subconsciously lowering his voice, Meng Ziqian said: "So, you are so foolishly watching every day, just to give me a cup of honey water that is always warm?"

Just now it seemed that he still had a lot of confidence, but now because of being seen through, Chu Xinze, whose ears were red, hesitantly kept clenching his fingers, holding his breath, and explained in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"...I've checked, and it says on the Internet that drinking warm honey water can help you sleep...Brother, you sleep so late every day, if you don't sleep well at night," you will definitely have a headache again.

Meng Ziqian, who understood the unfinished sentence in an instant, his heart seemed to soften into a pool of warm water at this instant.

The person in front of him always seems to have this kind of magical power, which makes him feel soft-hearted in every word and deed, and amazes him in every frown and smile.

Raising his hand from the person opposite, he took the glass that seemed about to be deformed by someone who was nervous. The temperature in his palm was suitable, neither too hot nor too cold.

These days, Meng Ziqian occasionally has a thought, why every time he picks up the water glass placed in front of the study, the temperature on the wall of the glass is always just right, and the temperature inside seems to never get cold.

It wasn't until he saw this scene that he realized that his so-called coincidence was a stupid, simple, persistent person guarding it, tirelessly and monotonously changing for him, watching, just to put that An appropriate amount of temperature was delivered to his hands.

Although Meng Ziqian is very clear that warm honey water will not provide any effective help to his sleep, but he does not want to break it at all, just treat him as greedy, let this sincere pureness last longer, and then longer.

Containing the emotion in his eyes, he picked up the glass and took a sip of tonight's belated taste.

The faint sweetness wrapped in a sense of warmth, slipped down from the throat, and gurgled into the heart, making the whole chest seem to be filled with this sweet taste.

Tonight's honey water seems to be extra sweet, especially to his appetite.

After finishing drinking the honey water in the cup, Meng Ziqian looked at the person opposite with light-eyed eyes, slightly raised the corners of his soft lips twice and said: "Okay, brother has finished drinking, it's late, go to rest quickly .”

"Yeah." Chu Xinze nodded vigorously with bright eyes, and was about to raise his hand to pick up the used water glass in someone's hand, and planned to put it in the kitchen.

It's just that the water glass was not received, but his wrist was lightly grasped in the palm first.

Looking at the small blisters on the fingers of the man who had recovered from the burn a while ago, Meng Ziqian frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied and distressed.

"Why did you get hurt again, does it hurt?"

Perhaps it was because the question was so gentle that Chu Xinze lost his mind. Instinctively, he nodded, but after recovering for a moment, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

While retracting his hand, he kept saying: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, it's... I'm too stupid, I can't do anything well, I can't even pour water..."

At this point, Chu Xinze's voice paused, and he raised his eyes and glanced at the man opposite him who couldn't see any emotion, and then said cautiously: "It's really okay...it doesn't matter, it's late, brother, go quickly have a rest."

It seemed that he had already guessed that the person would say this. After all, the person opposite him had always been like this, and he seemed to be like this all the time. He was worried about causing himself a little trouble, so he carefully kept the distance and the bottom line.

He had seen him smiling brightly and sweetly in private, like a room full of sunshine, not at all like now, with a kind of uneasy cautiousness about everything.

If you care too much, but feel that you can't grasp it, you will be uneasy and cautious.

Thinking of this, Meng Ziqian suddenly felt a little distressed. This kind of pain is not strong. On the contrary, it is like the skin exposed to the outside in winter is blown by the wind. When it reaches the flesh and blood, it soaks into the bones, so that this damp and cold needle-pricking feeling lasts forever.

His eyes softened, his voice was gentle and affectionate, "You are the most important treasure in my brother's heart, why would my brother go to sleep by himself regardless of the injury on your hand."

Hearing this, Chu Xinze's face flushed red to the tips of her ears, and her fingers shrank inconceivably with shyness, but she was too naive to say anything more.

Seeing that the person was finally obedient, he was satisfied to avoid the injury on the person's hand, and led him to the living room.

In the warm yellow living room, Meng Ziqian by the sofa took out a medicine box to treat the injury on his hand, while Chu Xinze sat quietly by the side, allowing the other person to move.

As a practitioner who has been active on the laboratory bench for a long time, this kind of minor injury is nothing in Meng Ziqian's eyes, but it is a minor injury that is usually not worth mentioning, but this time he dealt with it very carefully.

Picking bubbles, disinfecting, and applying medicine, every action is meticulous and serious.

Because of the angle, his slightly dizzy side face was completely reflected in Chu Xinze's eyes, and at a too close distance, he could even see the tiny fluff on the man's face.

I have to say that men who work hard are always the sexiest, none of them, so even though Chu Xinze knows the true nature of the person in front of him, as a super face-controlling man, he still can't help but look good at the man Excessive profile, staring blankly.

After finishing the treatment of the wound, he gave a few more precautions, but Meng Ziqian did not receive a reply for a long time.

Puzzled, he raised his head and met the eyes of the person who was very close.

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With just one glance, Meng Ziqian found that the person's shimmering eyes were not in focus, and it was obvious that he was just wandering in a daze.

But even so, this person who is close at hand still exudes a kind of quiet and peaceful temperament.

Perhaps because he has seen too much darkness in his two lifetimes, Meng Ziqian is more harsh on the word cleanliness and the definition of purity. He thought he would never encounter it in this life, but he did.

Even this person will always inadvertently steal all the attention from him who is a perfectionist.

The person in front of him is not like fire or ice, but like a piece of rough jade carved with water, inadvertently exuding a shallow light that embraces everything.

It is not as dazzling as fire, not as sharp as ice, and because of tolerance, it is even soft without any attack power.

However, this softness can make him let go of his initial defenses, so that his heart is unconsciously tilted, his eyesight is unconsciously shifted, using the shallow light that can only illuminate a little, Shaking his proud persistence again and again, melting his sincerity under layers of ice.

Quietly staring at this little face that has been peaceful for years, and at those slightly parted pink lips, for the first time in his life, Meng Ziqian had an unexplained urge.

I want to try kissing it once.

Without any unclean emotions, without any dark thoughts, just kiss her once in a real way.

I just want to kiss this soft but beautiful person.

Lean forward slightly,