I wanted to fall in love

The living room was eerily quiet.

Only a circle of yellow light on the ceiling prevented the two people on the sofa from seeing each other clearly.

But they didn't dare to look at each other, Fu Zhiyu was avoiding Yu Chen's gaze, and Yu Chen was also avoiding Fu Zhiyu's gaze.

After Fu Zhiyu got up from Yu Chen, he quickly sat down next to Yu Chen.

The thin quilt that was about to fall off the sofa was being held in Yu Chen's hands. He looked at the ceiling quietly, and slowly pulled the quilt up from the ground bit by bit and covered himself.

No need to look in the mirror, he knew it, the ears must be red, the neck and shoulders must be red too.

"I'm sorry." Fu Zhiyu said suddenly.

Yu Chen was stunned for a moment.

He was still a little dizzy, he didn't know why Fu Zhiyu apologized, and he even felt that he should be the one who apologized.

Did he play hooligans with Fu Zhiyu again?

But he still replied: "It doesn't matter."

Fu Zhiyu said again: "Wait for me."

Yu Chen: "Okay."

After Fu Zhiyu finished speaking, he stood up. He walked to the stairs and saw the butler who had been standing there waiting for a long time.

The housekeeper was holding the hangover soup in his hand. When he saw Fu Zhiyu coming, he nodded and said, "Boss Fu."

Fu Zhiyu hummed lightly, and touched the bowl wall with the back of his hand.

Butler: "It's not hot anymore, it just fits."

After the butler said this, he weighed his arm again: "What you want."

Fu Zhiyu listened, and looked down at the bag hanging in the housekeeper's hand.

The butler continued: "We have searched many places in City A, and today we only found these, not too many. In the future..." Seeing the corners of Fu Zhiyu's lips twitching suddenly, the butler paused, and his voice softened : "I will always keep it at home in the future."

Fu Zhiyu nodded, took one out of the bag and put it in his pocket.

Seeing that Fu Zhiyu took a step to the side, the butler picked up the hangover soup and reminded him in a low voice, "Boss Fu, do you want me to send it over, or do you personally deliver it?"

The housekeeper deliberately bit the word "in person" very hard, hoping that Mr. Fu would understand.

Sure enough, Fu Zhiyu received the hint, and he took that step back: "Give it to me."

The butler passed the tray with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Liu," Fu Zhiyu didn't leave immediately, but asked, "Do you think it's appropriate for me to keep him overnight?"

Uncle Liu smiled and said simply: "You and Mr. Yu are in a relationship now, and it's getting late now, so go home and delay your rest."

Fu Zhiyu: "Appropriate?"

Uncle Liu nodded: "It's appropriate."

Fu Zhiyu smiled again: "Okay, you go to bed early."

Uncle Liu nodded: "Okay, you and Mr. Yu also go to bed earlier."

When Fu Zhiyu put the things on the coffee table, he saw Yu Chen fell asleep again.

He sat a little closer, patted Yu Chen's shoulder lightly, and called softly, "Yu Chen."

Yu Chen, who was pretending to sleep, remained motionless.

Fu Zhiyu shouted again: "Yu Chen."

Yu Chen, who was pretending to be asleep, decided to pretend for a while longer.

The next second, Fu Zhiyu yelled, "Chenchen."

Yu Chen finally opened his eyes. He pretended to have just woken up, scanned around without focusing, and finally fixed on Fu Zhiyu's face: "Huh?"

Fu Zhiyu's voice was very gentle: "I made a bowl of hangover soup, drink some."

Yu Chen hummed and sat up.

At this moment, Fu Zhiyu, who was sitting, suddenly thought of Zhou Mingming's words, "I can find a chance to feed him in the future".

Fu Zhiyu glanced at the bowl on the table.

The opportunity is here.

He stretched out his hand, but Yu Chen picked up the bowl one step ahead of him.

I didn't even use the spoon on the plate, I just picked up the bowl, tested the temperature first, and then raised my head and gurgled.

Fu Zhiyu silently took his hand back.

When Yu Chen put down the bowl, Fu Zhiyu asked, "How is it?"

Yu Chen was puzzled: "How about what?"

Fu Zhiyu asked, "How about this soup?"

Yu Chen suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes: "Are you telling the truth?"

Fu Zhiyu nodded: "To tell the truth."

Yu Chen seemed afraid that someone would hear, and whispered, "It's not as good as my mother's cooking."

Fu Zhiyu frowned: "What's missing?"

Yu Chen shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I'm used to the taste of my mother's cooking."

Yu Chen didn't care about this, so he asked Fu Zhiyu after he finished speaking, "What time is it? Where's my phone?"

Fu Zhiyu paused, and answered first: "The phone is in my coat pocket, and it is now 01:30 in the morning." As if afraid of what Yu Chen would say next, Fu Zhiyu immediately said, "It's too late now Yes, on the road, at night..."

Seeing that Fu Zhiyu stopped suddenly, Yu Chen asked, "What's wrong? What's going on at night?"

Fu Zhiyu suddenly changed his tune and asked, "Do you recognize the bed?"

Yu Chen shook his head: "No."

Fu Zhiyu asked again: "Do you like to sleep on a soft bed or a hard bed?"

Yu Chen: "It's hard."

Fu Zhiyu: "Where is the pillow? High or low?"

Yu Chen was puzzled, but still answered seriously: "Low."

Fu Zhiyu: "Do you want to sleep better?"

Yu Chen shook his head: "Very rarely, only for insomnia."

Fu Zhiyu: "Do the curtains need shade?"

Yu Chen nodded quickly: "Yes, I won't sleep well when I see the light."

Fu Zhiyu: "Okay."

Yu Chen:? ? ?

and then?

Yu Chen licked his lips, saw that Fu Zhiyu wanted to speak but didn't know how to speak, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you doing a survey?"

The author has something to say: there will be another chapter at 18:6 (if there are more updates in the future, it will be at [-]:[-] in the evening)