When a prosecutor meets a young wolf dog

Wen Shu, who came out of the memories, wiped away his tears and pushed Dai Motong away.

Wen Shu was embarrassed to look directly into his eyes. He straightened his clothes and said, "Everyone is looking forward, and you should also be looking forward."

Dai Motong smiled wryly, and asked, "Look forward? How do you look?"

"If you should marry a woman, marry a woman, if you should fall in love with a man, then fall in love with a man." Wen Shu pretended to be relaxed.

"If it's really that easy, why would I bother buying this house?"

"When did you buy it?"

"When I left, I regretted it, so I had this idea at the time, and wanted to preserve the place where many good memories took place. Later, when I had some savings, I contacted the previous landlord and bought it."

"Everyone is gone, still thinking about this?" Wen Shu raised his eyes to look at Dai Motong's dark pupils, wondering how much of the affection in his eyes was real or not.

"Wen Shu, maybe you won't believe it. I was forced to marry my ex-wife back then. After I left you, I was no different from a walking dead."

"Yeah, the walking dead can make your wife pregnant." Wen Shu sarcastically mercilessly.

Dai Motong's expression seemed to be in great pain, and he swore, "I swear I've touched her less than three times, and two of them happened when I was drunk."

Wen Shu stared at this once so familiar face, those things he used to care about may be because of the passage of time, and it seems that they are not so important anymore.

After a while, Wen Shu sighed and said calmly: "Let's not talk about the past. You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. From now on, don't look for me except for work. OK?"

Before the words finished, Wen Shu was about to raise his legs and walk towards the door.

Dai Motong managed to pull him back, so naturally it was not so easy to let him go.In desperation, he subconsciously went to pull Wenshu.

As soon as Wen Shu struggled, he accidentally touched his injured right hand.

"Are you okay?" Seeing Dai Motong grinning with pain, Wen Shu felt a little guilty.

"It's okay, it won't hurt if you blow it once." Dai Motong said while pressing his right hand.

These words coax those little boys and girls who are in love, one by one.

But Wen Shu is no longer the Wen Shu of the past.He looked at Dai Motong in front of him, suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Both feel that the current atmosphere is very awkward.

Seeing that he had made up his mind to go, Dai Motong couldn't force him to stay, but his parting words were extremely sincere.

Dai Motong: "Xiao Shu, I don't have to force you to come back to my side now, but I hope you can calm down, think about me carefully, and give me a chance to start over."

Wen Shu looked at him and shook his head.

Dai Motong said again: "I admit that I did many things wrong back then, and I didn't deal with many problems maturely, but it is precisely because of these years of separation that I understand that for my life, what are you doing? How important is it?"

Wen Shu: "..." He didn't speak, but he was wondering why he had never heard these words before.

Dai Motong: "Take a step back, after all, we all have a lot in common in terms of education, work and age, and we know the basics, and there are many common topics that we can talk about. Wouldn't it be more suitable?"

"Those are just fresh meat with a glamorous appearance" Although he didn't name them clearly, anyone could tell who he was referring to.

Wen Shu was still a little moved in his heart when he heard this sentence, and immediately defended like a conditioned reflex like being numb by someone: "Are you talking about Gu Yantang? He doesn't just have a good appearance!"

"Then what else does he have?" When it comes to a man's dignity, Dai Motong, who has always been calm, is unavoidably childish.

"He will cook delicious food, and he will clean the room." Wen Shu said seriously.

"Then I'll enroll in a professional cooking class, and I'll do better than him!" Dai Motong said unwillingly.

Wen Shu said again: "He is very good to me."

"Then I will treat you better!" Dai Motong said almost swearing.

Wen Shu: "..." He thought to himself, to be able to say these words is also very hard work for a 30-year-old man who has always been in a high position.

……

Wen Shu finally left this once very familiar place. After sorting out his emotions, he detoured back to his home and went to see Wen Shengli.

The operation was successful, and Wen Shengli's complexion is much better than before, and he can cook by himself now.As soon as he saw Wen Shu, he began to ask how the Jiang Wenlong case was going.

Wen Shu gave him a general account of the latest developments in the case. Wen Shengli reminded him that in addition to finding some loopholes in the procuratorate and law enforcement agencies, he also had to find a breakthrough in the witness Fang Yucai.

During the conversation, Wen Shu inadvertently discovered that the computer page his father was using was on the dating home page of a dating website.

The originally harmonious atmosphere between father and son suddenly became tense.

But considering Wen Shengli's body, Wen Shu really didn't want to argue anymore, so he got up and left without saying anything.

What Wen Shu couldn't figure out was that Wen Shengli had always been a very smart person. Did Wen Shu really not notice that his son was abnormal if he didn't believe him?

Why do these useless efforts over and over again?

On the way home, Wen Shu received a call from Gu Yantang asking him what he would like to eat. Wen Shu was in a bad mood and said something casual.

Gu Yantang is very talented in cooking, and nothing tastes bad.

Wen Shu is a southerner, but unexpectedly he doesn't like pasta.One night, after the two of them completed a certain life harmony movement, they both felt hungry.

Leaning on Gu Yantang's broad shoulders, Wen Shu swiped Weibo, and happened to see a video of making oil-splashed noodles posted by a food blogger. Watching the hot oil splashing on the red chili noodles and wide noodles, he felt I want to swallow...

I didn't expect that today, two days later, I would really eat oily noodles.

The green vegetables were already blanched, and they were Wen Shu's favorite cabbage and coriander.There was boiling water in the pot, probably because the kitchen was quite hot, Gu Yantang took off his long-sleeved shirt, wore an apron on his bare upper body, and wore tight jeans that showed his waistline on his lower body.Gu Yantang concentrated on kneading the dough on the chopping board, and even Wen Shu watched carefully behind for a long time, but didn't notice it.

Is there any better scene than a shirtless dude cooking?The dark gray apron was loosely tied around Gu Yantang's waist, but it couldn't hide his lean, strong figure with superior lines.

When Gu Yantang started to pull a long piece of noodles and was about to put it in the pot, he turned around and found the person who had been standing behind him for a long time.

Gu Yantang tilted his head and smiled, "Oh, is this the leader who came to inspect the work?"

"You can even do this?" Wen Shu asked suspiciously.

"Do it for the first time, give it a try."

"First time?" Looking at the familiar look of the man in front of him, it doesn't look like it's the first time.

"I checked it online just now, what's the matter?"

The freshly rolled noodles are easy to cook. While talking, Gu Yantang has already cooked the first long noodle, put it into a big bowl, and started to put the second noodle into the pot.

While tugging at the noodles with ease, Gu Yantang said, "This is a very simple dish, you can cook it just by looking it up on the Internet. Is there any problem?"

The noodles in his hands seem to be spiritual. They are obedient and obedient in his hands. They are stretched longer and wider, and elastic. They pat on the chopping board from time to time, making a crisp sound...

"You look at the bowl is big and round, and you have to raise your glass when you get together. You see that the noodles are long and wide, and you cry when you read martial arts novels..." Gu Yantang hummed the recently popular song "Big Bowl of Wide Noodles" and put The second noodle was put into the pot.

Wen Shu raised his hands and looked over and over, and found that although they were both hands, there was no comparison at all, so he resigned to his fate and had no opinions to express.

Watching the big boy in front of him put the cooked noodles, green vegetables, coriander and chili noodles in a large bowl, then take out a large stainless steel spoon filled with rapeseed oil and heat it on the fire until white smoke starts to come out , and then pour the hot oil on the chili powder and noodles. With the sound of crackling chili being cooked, a bowl of freshly baked oil-splashed noodles is ready.

Facts have proved that watching Gu Yantang cook is enjoyable, and eating his cooked meals is even more enjoyable.

"Slow down, don't get burned, this oil is very hot." Gu Yantang reminded more than once.

"But, why is it so delicious?" Wen Shu sighed, how could someone make a food so delicious for the first time.

Wen Shu, who had no image after eating three bowls of noodles, lay down on the sofa with his stomach in his hands. He was so stretched that he couldn't even move.

Seeing Gu Yantang who was still busy cleaning up the mess, Wen Shu ticked his little finger at him, and Gu Yantang obediently came over.

"Why are you so powerful!" Wen Shu hugged his face and kissed him.

Gu Yantang smiled, and murmured: "It's nothing, it's just cooking."

"It's nothing, my dad has cooked for me all my life, it's not as delicious as yours!"

For some reason, Wen Shu felt that the tall boy in front of him seemed a little unhappy today.Something was wrong, but I couldn't tell where it was.

As for myself, it may be because of the influence of the past with Dai Motong, because of the guilt in my heart, but it seems a little unusually lively.

Wen Shu took a shower, went to bed, looked at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock, and Gu Yantang didn't know what he was busy with.

For some reason, when Dai Motong thought of Wen Shengli, and thought of his unpredictable future, Wen Shu's heart suddenly became uneasy, and he felt empty.

His little friend was drying clothes on the balcony, he yelled twice on the bed, Gu Yantang agreed: "I'll come as soon as I finish watering the flowers on the balcony."

Wen Shu jumped out of bed, tiptoed to behind him, and hugged him gently.He rubbed his chin lightly on Gu Yantang's shoulder, and said, "Don't be too busy, I have something to tell you."

Wen Shu took the initiative to tell about Dai Motong's injury and meeting him today.

Sure enough, he saw that although Gu Yantang didn't say a word, his face obviously changed from normal to flushed due to anger, and finally turned purple.

Wen Shu comforted Gu Yantang's back with his hands, helping him smooth his hair.

After a long time, Gu Yantang said resentfully: "People say that the first time is the best, and you will never forget it. I think you are probably the same."

Wen Shu asked back, "Who said that?"

Gu Yantang: "I checked it online, and He Haolin in our dormitory also said the same."

Wen Shu finally raised his hand helplessly and swore: "I swear since I was with you, I only love you."

Gu Yantang's face finally cleared up a little, and he continued to ask: "Say the last sentence again."

Wen Shu finally couldn't help laughing, because he felt it was too naive.But in the end he was defeated, and under the repeated demands of the child, he whispered in his ear again: "I only love you."

Gu Yantang's long and narrow peach eyes widened after hearing this, he pressed Wen Shu's face and kissed again and again, and then gently lay down on Wen Shu's soft belly.He asked in disbelief, "Really?"

Wen Shu didn't know what had caused Gu Yantang to lose confidence now, and he wanted to confirm his love for him from his mouth again and again.

Wen Shu stroked his short hair that was a little stiff, and comforted him, "Yeah."

Gu Yantang said again: "Then can you stop going out with that ex-boyfriend of yours? When I see you with him, I feel bad."

"Ah."

"You don't know how jealous I am of him, that he can fall in love with you at the age of 17—" Gu Yantang continued to say to himself, without noticing the change in the expression on Wen Shu's face, "You don't know that I As soon as I saw a picture of you when you were 15, I fell in love with—”

Wen Shu frowned, and said critically, "So you fell in love with the 15-year-old me, and dislike the 27-year-old me for being too old?"

Gu Yantang's expression tightened, and he finally began to be belatedly reviewing whether he said something that offended his lover. "I didn't—that's not what I meant—" He began to speak incoherently when he was nervous.

What is rare is that this time Wen Shu didn't hold on to his little braids. He was reasonable and said that he would not delve into it any further, but patiently explained: "Don't worry, I really haven't talked with him about anything other than work. .”

"You and I can believe it, but will that person surnamed Dai think so too?"

"He still likes me, but—" Wen Shu put Gu Yantang's big rough hand on his left chest, let him feel his heartbeat, and said, "You can trust me, I only have you in my heart now."

Feeling Wen Shu's warm chest and his regular heartbeat, Gu Yantang's restless heart finally calmed down, and he said, "I believe in you."

Wen Shu held his face and kissed him, and said, "So stop asking me silly questions like who is better, and be confident, you are a grown man now!"

"Ah."

Gu Yantang simply leaned his whole head on Wen Shu's chest, listening to Wen Shu's gentle but powerful heartbeat, he felt an unprecedented peace of mind in his heart.

It was as if a drifting boat had finally found a haven for the soul, and an unprecedented sense of belonging came to my heart.

Gu Yantang felt that his chest was about to be filled with something unspeakable, almost overflowing.

The author has something to say:

Are the little angels still there?Don't worry, the appearance of the ex-boyfriend is just for foil.