God please don't procrastinate

The next day, Sun Youxian got up early to make breakfast according to the plan.

The toast is hollowed out and cut into small pieces, spread with honey butter and put back in the oven, and put a layer of honey butter into the oven; the coffee beans are processed in the coffee machine, and the tableware is placed on the dining table. The preparations are almost done, and Sun Youxian is running slowly Going upstairs, he slammed the door of Zhong Jingyu's room confidently: "Young Master Zhong, wake up and have breakfast."

The thick door blocked all the sounds in the room, and Sun Youxian couldn't hear the slightest movement inside even if he stuck to the door.

Is this up or not?

With the mentality of giving it a try, he simply grabbed the doorknob and twisted it hard...

The door was easily pushed open.

The light in the room with the curtains drawn was very poor. Sun Youxian stood at the door and looked in hard, and could vaguely recognize the furniture in the room, as well as the slightly raised ball nestled in the center of the big bed.

Sure enough, he was still sleeping.

Standing at the door, Sun Youxian neither entered nor retreated, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and walked towards the big bed in the middle of the room. Then, with a thud, he tripped over an unknown object lying on the ground and fell down. A big horse lying down.

"Oh, my god..." Sun Youxian gritted his teeth, clutching his chest that hurt from the fall, and slowly got up, only to see Zhong Jingyu woke up and was sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Young Master Zhong, get up and have breakfast." Sun Youxian was actually a little confused. Li Xinlan had told him not to enter Zhong Jingyu's bedroom. He didn't ask the reason at the time, and he didn't know if he would cause Zhong Jingyu if he came in now. disgusted.

"Huh? Who?" Zhong Jingyu, who just woke up, didn't seem to have started to work, and he didn't show any emotion to Sun Youxian who appeared in his room.

Sun Youxian heaved a sigh of relief, knelt on the ground and asked in a low voice: "Young Master Zhong, can I trouble you to turn on the light first, I can't see the way."

The cute version of Zhong Jingyu obediently pressed the switch at the head of the bed, the room was lit up instantly, Sun Youxian blinked to adapt to the light, and in the next second was startled by various things scattered on the ground.

Clothes and pants will not be mentioned in the bedroom, although the number is a little too much, but who will tell him what is going on with that pan?What happened to that balance bike?What's wrong with the same train track as the scene of the car accident?And why did the mop and bucket that tripped him just now appear here?

God, did you know this is your bedroom and not the utility room, God?

Sun Youxian's hand covering his chest slowly moved to the position of his heart. Now he doesn't feel chest pain, but heart congestion.

Finding a small path among the piles of debris, Sun Youxian walked to Zhong Jingyu's bedside, and coaxed him into "abducting|abducting" him like a child: "Master Zhong, get up and have breakfast, we agreed yesterday, Butter and honey thick toast, it’s already in the oven, after you wash up and go downstairs, it should be just enough to eat.”

"Butter and honey thick toast... Butter and honey thick toast..." Zhong Jingyu murmured twice unconsciously, his eyes slowly focused on Sun Youxian, blinked twice, and asked him, "Can I eat it?" ?”

"Immediately." Sun Youxian glanced at his watch, "It will be baked in 3 minutes."

"En." Zhong Jingyu seemed very satisfied with Sun Youxian's answer, narrowed his eyes, and showed a faint smile.Then, under Sun Youxian's surprised gaze, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and slowly walked into the bathroom to wash up.

Sun Youxian patted his cheeks twice to make sure that he was not dreaming—everything that happened this morning was simply too unreal. Not only did he break into the bedroom of one of the "forbidden places", he successfully "summoned" Zhong Jingyu, I also saw Zhong Jingyu smiling at herself!

If this isn't love...ah bah, he might as well go downstairs to see Houduoshi.

Sun Youxian, who made butter and honey thick toast for the first time, achieved perfect success. It was served with a cup of freshly ground strong coffee and bacon and vegetable salad.

Although Zhong Jingyu didn't make many comments, but seeing his concentration on eating, Sun Youxian guessed that he should be satisfied with this breakfast.

Taking advantage of Zhong Jingyu's good mood, Sun Youxian began to "make progress" again: "Young Master Zhong, look at the weather is so good today, how about we go out for a walk later?"

"No." Zhong Jingyu refused resolutely, "It's not a date, it's strange to take a walk with you."

Sun Youxian has black hair, he had expected to be rejected by the male god, but he was very sad to be rejected for such a reason.

"Walking is strange, how about jogging?"

Shaking his head.

"Ride a bike?"

Keep shaking your head.

"play basketball?"

Still shaking his head.

"Tennis? Badminton?"

Shaking his head continuously.

"You can't dance in the square, can you?"

Zhong Jingyu looked at Sun Youxian with caring eyes on his face, but still shook his head.

"Young Master Zhong, you can't do this. The doctor told you to exercise more. I do this for your own good." Sun Youxian wanted to cry without tears, saying that he can eat people with a soft mouth. I will do so much for you. You have eaten, at least you have something to say.

Zhong Jingyu may have really heard his voice, pointed to the upstairs, and decided to say: "There is a gym, you can exercise in the gym, and don't go out."

Sun Youxian was taken aback, if Zhong Jingyu hadn't mentioned it, he would have really forgotten the existence of this gym.The gym is the gym, as long as the male god is willing to exercise, it is good.

After tidying up the tableware, he pulled Zhong Jingyu upstairs, pushed open the door of the gym, and when he saw the indoor scene, Sun Youxian couldn't help cursing inwardly: Evil rich people!

Although the area of ​​the gym is not very large, the lighting is very good, and one wall is entirely covered with mirrors, which makes the whole room look much more spacious.The equipment inside is common, such as treadmills, sit-up boards, dumbbells and the like.

Sun Youxian walked around in the gym, and then realized one thing - the treatment in this gym is basically the same as that in the kitchen. You can tell by looking at some packaging films that have not been removed from the fitness equipment. Haven't used it a few times.

Sun Youxian, who was hardworking and hard-working, removed and wiped everything that needed to be removed from the equipment, and then asked Zhong Jingyu: "Young Master Zhong, do you want to change your clothes first?"

Zhong Jingyu shook his head, put on the cotton slippers and stepped onto the treadmill, pressed a few times on the control interface, and then, under Sun Youxian's watchful eyes, took a leisurely... walk on the treadmill.

Sun Youxian, who was worried about Zhong Jingyu's sudden sports injury just a second ago, suddenly felt like an idiot.

At this moment, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Today is the day when Mrs. Wang came to do the cleaning. Sun Youxian looked at the time and guessed that she should be here: "Young Master Zhong, take your time...go, I will go down and open the door for Mrs. Wang."

Zhong Jingyu, who was walking on the treadmill, nodded, and Sun Youxian hurried downstairs.

Mrs. Wang came several times, and she was already familiar with Sun Youxian. After entering the house, she didn't talk too much, and started to work quickly with her hands and feet.

Sun Youxian ran back upstairs again, and when he passed Zhong Jingyu's room, he stood at the door and stopped for a while, then ran into the gym and asked Zhong Jingyu: "Young Master Zhong, your room is so messy, let Mrs. Let's tidy up."

"No." Zhong Jingyu sternly rejected Sun Youxian, and even got off the treadmill, turned around and ran to his room.

Sun Youxian followed behind him with a bewildered expression. It has been almost half a month since he moved in, and it was the first time he saw such a "lively" Zhong Jingyu.

"Why, Mr. Zhong? Your room is so messy that there is almost no place to set foot. What if you fall yourself if you don't clean it up?" Sun Youxian was really afraid of the fall in the morning, "Let Mrs. Wang give it to you. Cleaning up, and you don’t need to do it yourself, why can’t it work?”

"No, let her clean it up." Zhong Jingyu pushed the door to close it, Sun Youxian was quick-eyed, with one hand reaching for the door and the other supporting the door frame, "Sister-in-law Wang can't, then can I clean it up?"

Zhong Jingyu loosened his strength in pushing the door, and Sun Youxian, who was pressing against the door, was caught off guard for a moment, and threw himself forward, falling directly on Zhong Jingyu.

Zhong Jingyu, who has been dead in the house for many years and lacks exercise, couldn't bear Sun Youxian's pounce, his body swayed, and he sat down on the ground, and Sun Youxian also experienced the second fall today gloriously. Yu fell to the ground and knelt down, and his whole face was directly buried in an indescribable part of Zhong Jingyu.

Sun Youxian, whose blood was surging in an instant, hurriedly got up from the ground, and by the way, he also cared about Zhong Jingyu's situation: "Young Master Zhong, how are you? Did you get injured? Oops, my waist..."

Sun Youxian grinned in pain, the position where he fell just now, the knee that hurt the most should be, but somehow he twisted his waist, so he stood up and moved twice, his waist seemed to be smashed open by an awl.

Zhong Jingyu seemed to be okay, stood up from the ground easily, and became concerned about Sun Youxian: "Hey, are you okay?"

Sun Youxian was moved and helpless: "Young Master Zhong, at least we have known each other for more than half a month, can you stop calling me 'Hello' all the time?"

"Hmm...Sun... Youxian, how are you?" Zhong Jingyu changed his address like a follower of kindness.

Sun Youxian, who rubbed his waist twice, felt much better, and exited Zhong Jingyu's room with lingering fear, and finally looked at the mess behind Zhong Jingyu with a little reluctance: "Sister Lan told me not to enter Your room is so reasonable, I went in twice today, and both times I fell hard enough, is your room bounded by an enchantment? Anyone who trespasses will fall!"

"No, there is no enchantment, you can come in." Zhong Jingyu was a little embarrassed by Sun Youxian's words, and he didn't expect that Sun Youxian and his room could be at odds.

After getting permission, Sun Youxian entered Zhong Jingyu's room again, this time he walked very carefully from the door.

When he came in to call someone in the morning, he only glanced at Zhong Jingyu's room in a hurry, and he didn't look carefully at Zhong Jingyu's room. He only remembered the mess in his mind. When he looked carefully this time, besides mess, there was another word - dirty!

The furniture was covered with dust, the sheets and quilts seemed to have not been washed for a long time, the dots on the sofa cushions were mold spots, and the white walls were full of unknown marks.

"Young Master Zhong, how long has it been since you cleaned this room?" Sun Youxian wanted to cry, but if he really had to clean up this room by himself, he really didn't know when it would be finished.

Zhong Jingyu raised two fingers: "Two years and two months." Ever since he lost his temper with Mrs. Wang, no outsiders were allowed to enter his room.

Sun Youxian walked around a pile of miscellaneous things on the ground, opened the curtains, and the sunlight shone into the room, so dazzling that Zhong Jingyu was not used to it—how long has he not seen sunlight in his room?

"Young Master Zhong, your room hasn't been cleaned for so long, I can't clean it up by myself." Sun Youxian tried to reason with Zhong Jingyu and present the facts, "Look at so many clothes, look at this sofa , look at these things on the ground, they all need to be sorted out, I only have one hand, why don't you ask Mrs. Wang to come up and help."

"No!" Zhong Jingyu's attitude was still firm, "Also, you can't let her clean your room."

"Why not?" Sun Youxian really didn't understand, Zhong Jingyu was willing to let him clean up the room, why wouldn't she let Mrs. Wang do it?Is it possible that men and women are not clear about giving and receiving?

"Isn't Mrs. Wang the part-time worker hired by Sister Lan? Isn't she just here to clean up your room?" After saying this, Sun Youxian suddenly realized something. What Zhong Jingyu disliked was not someone cleaning his room. The room, but the person who cleaned it!

"Young Master Zhong, don't you want Mrs. Wang to come into your room?" Sun Youxian asked tentatively, unexpectedly Zhong Jingyu grabbed his wrist, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "Remember , My bedroom and study, don't let her in, your room, too."