My roommate wants to fuck me every day

"The person who saved you is really kind, so he agreed with you to live in his house?"

Wen Lingliang has always been thoughtful, and with Zhao Qilin's identity, it's hard for her not to wonder if this man named Guo really approached him on purpose.

"Is it true? Heh, a simple and stupid little doctor, Liangliang, isn't he a little too sensitive?"

Zhao Qilin knew what she was thinking, and refuted her words almost without thinking.

"That's good. I'm also worried about you. I haven't been able to eat well or sleep well these days. No matter where you go in the future, remember to tell me you're safe~"

Wen Lingliang hugged Zhao Qilin's arm, and leaned on his shoulder with peace of mind, her heart was filled with satisfaction, and she only showed the side of a little girl acting like a baby when she was in front of Zhao Qilin.

"Okay, you two don't blind us, let's eat."

Han Feng reminded aloud, a little displeased, at least in someone else's house, is it so boring, not to mention, it's someone else's house, it's not someone else's house...

Sure enough, he deliberately ignored the dazzling picture and buried himself in the dishes.

"Wow, can I have a meal too?" Wen Lingliang stood up with a smile, glanced at the home-cooked dishes on the table and said with a smile.

"It's okay, Zhao Qilin paid my rent and food, it's enough."

Sure enough, he raised his head and smiled gently at Wen Lingliang, his voice was not much different from before, it was still soft, with an aura that didn't belong to his age, but it matched his appearance and his appearance.

Zhao Qilin suddenly felt awkward, just because Guozhen's answer that deliberately kept a distance from him just now made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Some people are happy and some are sad when eating a meal. If you really don’t know the taste, Zhao Qilin is full of questions. Naturally, Wen Lingliang is still immersed in the joy of meeting Zhao Qili, and Han Feng looks at Guozhen with some sympathy. , in the final analysis, whether it was before or now, he was innocent. Now... Seeing the awkward relationship between these three people, Han Feng panicked.

"Qilin, your injury is almost healed, why don't you go back with me, you have been away for so long, and you only reply to grandpa's emails, he even asked me yesterday, saying that you are playful Almost played it."

Wen Lingliang remembered what the old man said yesterday. The scene was awkward at that time. In fact, she didn't know where he was, and she didn't contact him.

"No, don't go back yet, let Zhao Yu be anxious for a while, and go to the old man to complain."

Zhao Qilin ate his meal slowly, talking about the company's business, but thinking in his heart, why is the food so spicy today.

"Well, the old man said that he can't decide this matter."

Wen Lingliang said truthfully, Han Feng laughed.

"The old man is determined not to let your father touch the company, this pot is good, great~ Then Qilin can't go back at this time, let him hurry up and find someone to plot this matter A son can do it to his own son."

"..."

Han Feng said so, and Zhao Qilin also acquiesced, and Wen Lingliang couldn't say it anymore. He brushed his long hair back, and his smile was a little stiff.

"OK then."

If he really buried his head in cooking the whole time, shrinking himself like an invisible person, Zhao Qilin's gaze fell on him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Are you used to putting your meals in a bowl?"

"Hmm~"

Sure enough, when he heard the words, he raised his head in a daze, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the rice grains from his lips, Zhao Qilin squinted his eyes.

"There are so many things, you don't care how people eat."

Zhao Qilin cursed with a smile, breaking the embarrassment.

Wen Lingliang looked at Zhao Qilin feeling a little strange, frowned slightly, and then shifted his gaze to Guozhen who was blushing suddenly, he would care about whenever others had a meal.

In the days to come, Han Feng was so overwhelmed by Ai Xi's management and Nan Yi's busy schedule that he had no time to take care of Zhao Qilin, but Wen Lingliang would come here every now and then, and every time he came, he would give Zhao Qilin a change of clothes. Looking distressed, some clothes are obviously new, but she said that they have been machine washed and can no longer be worn. As expected, watching her collect a small bag and throw it away, it hurts, what a waste...

And seeing the two people's intimacy with him with barely anyone else, his heart felt like a pinprick, dense pain spread all over his limbs and bones, which made him feel a little chilly.

Zhao Qilin is not surprised by Wen Lingliang's behavior. He has long been used to it. In the past, his wardrobe was prepared by Wen Lingliang. Yu pursues perfection, but Wen Lingliang is.

"what happened?"

Seeing Guozhen standing at the door with a tangled expression, Zhao Qilin pouted and asked while buttoning his buttons.

"Oh, it's all right."

"Um... are you always... always like this?" I still couldn't hold back, and really asked out loud.

"How?"

Zhao Qilin didn't understand what he meant,

"Forget it, it's okay, it's ten o'clock, I'll open the door first."

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, he took the coat from the hanger and was about to go out. Zhao Qilin didn't know what he was thinking, so he stopped him, and he didn't know what to say.

"Hmm, what's up?"

"Well, are you so relieved that two strangers are in your house?"

Zhao Qilin calmly pulled out a reasonable reason.

"Oh, there's nothing in my house, it's clear at a glance, and there's nothing of value, and..." And you're no stranger.

"And what?"

"And the bathroom in your house probably covers up to my house, do you care about my little broken house?"

Sure enough, he blinked mischievously, his tone was full of ridicule and lightness, Zhao Qilin was taken aback, it was the first time he saw such a smart and angry sure really, his heart felt like a cat's paw was scratching, crisp and itchy.

"I am leaving."

"kindness."

In a daze, Zhao Qilin suddenly felt that such a scene and such a conversation seemed familiar. He squinted his eyes and stared at the figure that really went out of the door and disappeared at the corner of the stairs, feeling extremely peaceful and peaceful in his heart...

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Lingliang came up after throwing things away, and patted Zhao Qilin.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, you can go back first, and this is not our home after all, so come here less often."

Every time Wen Lingliang came, he was really uncomfortable, he could even feel a little nervous, and...he couldn't understand his complicated eyes.

His temperament, I am afraid that he is not used to strangers, Zhao Qilin thought so at first, but he is a doctor, and he is also a stranger to him, so why let him live in his house so easily, this is unreasonable, But every time he shows that expression and eyes, what does it mean? It is the first time that Zhao Qilin knows what it means to be dominated by curiosity, and what kind of discomfort it is to scratch the liver...

For a long time, Wen Lingliang didn't take Zhao Qilin's words to heart, she came here even more diligently, and she really couldn't laugh or cry, why did his small place suddenly look like a temple fair...

I haven't slept very well these days, and I'm very sleepy. I bought some food for nourishing my brain, stood at the door and touched the keys, and then I heard voices coming from inside. They... said standing in the entrance... They probably don't know The soundproofing of his small house is not very good...

"It's been almost a month, it's okay, he has restrained himself recently, and he hasn't done anything in the company these days."

Wen Lingliang said in a panic.

"I have my own plans, Liangliang, don't interfere in the affairs between me and him."

Zhao Qilin brushed the hair on his forehead back with his hands a little irritatedly.

"It's just a little bit bigger than a palm, and there is an outsider who is so... long and neither male nor female, I..."

Wen Lingliang saw Guozhen for the first time, and was surprised by his feminine and overly delicate appearance and feminine temperament. She was quite accurate, and she thought that this person was probably gay. He rescued Zhao Qilin and let him Living here, the suspicion in her heart has not been broken. In addition, Zhao Qilin didn't listen to her advice recently, so it's fine if she doesn't go back, and she should not come here frequently. Is it wrong for her to come to see her fiancé? She was a little scared, what would happen if he stayed with that guy for a while, after all, there were lessons learned from the past, the little boy they talked about had always been a thorn in her heart...

He fell in love with a man for the first time, so maybe he will be attracted to a man again...

"Cool cool!" Zhao Qilin's face darkened, and his tone was extraordinarily severe.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little outspoken, I just feel that this is really not very simple, he... why did he just save you and still be so generous to let you live in the house, he is willing to live on a small sofa, don't you think This is too...too unreasonable."

Wen Lingliang was also taken aback by Zhao Qilin's stern expression, and realized that he was in a hurry, and blurted out the words without thinking, feeling slightly annoyed.

"Cool cool! What are you worried about? We are going to get married at the end of the year."

Zhao Qilin has always been irritated by women's sensitive thoughts and parents' petty bits and pieces. It is because Wen Lingliang is arrogant, seldom talks, and has an appetite for him. The person is her, but he forgot that women are irrational and irrational when they are in love.

Wen Lingliang heard the impatience in his tone, reached out and stroked his earlobe: "I'm sorry, I'm excited, I'll go back first, you have a good rest, don't be angry, I just don't come, I'll wait for you next week go home."

After speaking, she tiptoed and kissed the corner of Zhao Qilin's mouth, Zhao Qilin just hugged her waist vaguely and let go.

Looking into Wen Lingliang's eyes, Zhao Qilin knew that his tone was a bit harsh just now, so he said softly:

"Okay, don't make people think so complicatedly. I hope you don't lose the cultivation you should have. I know. I will go back next week. I will send you out."

If he stood stiffly outside the door, it was as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and his heart was so cold that his heart felt cold and his eyes felt astringent.

Once upon a time, his soft and soft voice no longer belonged to me...