Once they hit each other, they will rely on you!

In the afternoon, Wu Xing left school early and returned home, ready to pack his things.

Looking at the dazzling array of things in the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom, and even the kitchen, Wu Xing's eyes turned sore.

At the head of the double bed is a double pillow, embroidered with a big red mandarin duck, which is eye-catching to Wu Xing, and he wanted to replace it several times, but Shang Peng stopped it.On one side of the bed was a thin quilt that had been neatly folded.Even though it's late autumn and the weather is turning cold, Shang Peng still doesn't want to cover each other. He insists on sharing a bed with him, and pretends that it's not easy to get sick.

On the bedside table next to it, there is a group photo of the two of them. In the photo, he is half leaning in Shang Peng's arms, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and Shang Peng is stretching out an arm to hug him forcefully, with a bright smile on his face .

Rubbing the frame lightly with his hand, Wu Xing stared at it for a while, then put it away.

When you open the huge closet, the first thing you see is piles of couples' underwear.Because Shang Peng is too jealous to be jealous, Wu Xing will only wear underwear bought by him in the future.And there are so many types, even if he changes one a day, he won't carry a duplicate for several months.

After packing up some of his other clothes in the closet, Wu Xing found that the suitcase couldn't fit.

When he came, he had very little.But after living with Shang Peng for so long, his things have multiplied.I don't usually know this, but when it was time to pack his things, Wu Xing realized that Shang Peng had given him too much.

On the sofa in the living room are two lovers' pillows, and there are exactly the same slippers in the entrance.Even in the computer area, there are two identical stools.

Not to mention the couple mugs in the bathroom, couple toothbrushes, and even couple towels...

too much, too much, too much...

Reluctantly picked some important ones and put them in the suitcase, Wu Xing closed the zipper and put them in a corner behind the door.

Wu Xing saw Shang Peng's old shirt on the sofa.On weekdays, Shang Peng washed his clothes immediately after changing, but this time, he probably forgot in too much haste, he just let it go casually, and went out.

Wu Xing walked to the sofa, picked up the shirt, and went to the bathroom.

After receiving the water in the basin, Wu Xing put the clothes in it, put some laundry detergent in it, and began to rub it carefully with his hands.

When they lived together with Lin Dong before, they washed their clothes separately.Wu Xing was also diligent at that time, washing clothes quickly and cleanly.

But ever since he lived with Shang Peng, he has become more and more lazy by his pampering.Every time I change clothes, even underwear, just throw them in the bathroom at will, and Shang Peng will wash them all when he takes a shower.

Apart from washing clothes, he didn't have to worry about other things.Pick him up from school at noon every day, and cook delicious meals for him when he comes back. Sometimes when he comes back from school too tired, Shang Peng even holds him in his arms and feeds him bit by bit.

After such a long time, Wu Xing felt that he was about to become a person who couldn't take care of himself.

With a sharp throbbing pain in his heart, Wu Xing couldn't help washing his clothes even more vigorously, rubbing the white shirt even whiter.

Finally, when he was satisfied with the washing, Wu Xing poured out the water, picked up his shirt and put on a kimono and went to the balcony.

……

As soon as it got dark today, Shang Peng left the crew.

Open the door with the key, Shang Peng pushed it lightly, but the door did not open completely as usual, as if there was something blocking the door.When Shang Peng was about to see what was at the door, he caught sight of Wu Xing on the balcony from the corner of his eye.

With the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, Wu Xing was carefully stretching the clothes through the white shirt, and smoothing out the wrinkles little by little.

The gentle movements poured into Shang Peng's heart like a spring, and immediately his attention was all focused on Wu Xing's back, and he had no time to care about other things.

Closing the door softly, Shang Peng walked slowly to the balcony, leaped forward, and hugged Wu Xing from behind.

Wu Xing was in a daze at first, but the sudden bear hug startled him. Wu Xing didn't feel relieved until he felt the familiar smell, and turned his head to look at Shang Peng, half angry and half complaining: "Mr. , you are going to scare me to death."

"Hey..." Shang Peng hugged Wu Xing contentedly, rubbing against his neck, "I haven't seen you all this afternoon, so I miss me to death! Cat, do you miss me?"

"Don't be so nasty, can you?" Wu Xing shrank his neck, a little helpless, "We haven't seen each other for a long time at best."

"Then did you think about it or not?" Shang Peng insisted, "My husband, I miss you every second."

Wu Xing loosened Song Shangpeng's hand around his waist, then turned around to look at him, and said, "Think about it, think about it, let's do it."

"Okay!" Shang Peng smiled and took a few steps forward, putting Wu Xing between him and the balcony railing. He glanced at the freshly washed white shirt, then at Wu Xing, and smiled. Leaning closer to Wu Xing, "Why is the cat so diligent all of a sudden today, and even knows to do my laundry?"

"..."

Wu Xing pursed his lips, and smiled a little far-fetched, "You wash me so many times, and I'll wash you once. Is there any need to be so surprised?"

"That's not the same." Shang Peng secretly kissed Wu Xing on the lips, then left abruptly, licking his lips successfully and said: "It's only natural for me to wash clothes for my wife, and I will be rewarded if my wife washes for me." !"

"No reward..."

Seeing the eager light in Shang Peng's eyes, Wu Xing quickly shook his head, but in the next second, his lips were directly blocked by Shang Peng, and their lips were tightly pressed together without a single gap, and Shang Peng's mouth was warm. His breath sprayed thinly on his lips, and he said, "Must!"

After finishing speaking, he squeezed Wu Xing's lips hard, wanting to go one step further.

Wu Xing stepped back again and again to dodge, "Um... Dapengzi, this is the balcony... Let go..."

Shang Peng doesn't care where this is, and what occasion does he have for kissing his wife.

Shang Peng continued to kiss regardless, and did not stop until both of them were out of breath.

The thumb lightly stroked Wu Xing's red and soft lips, and Shang Peng's eyes deepened little by little.

Not enough, not enough, he wants more...

Seeing that Shang Peng's face was getting more and more uncomfortable, Wu Xing hurriedly opened his mouth to stop Shang Peng's next move.

"Dapengzi! I have something to tell you."

When the critical moment was interrupted, Shang Peng pursed his lips, took several deep breaths to calm down his disordered breathing, and said, "Cat, what do you want to say to me?"

"Dapengzi..." Wu Xing hesitated to speak, "I...I want to discuss something with you."

Shang Peng rubbed Wu Xing's head and said, "Mao Er doesn't need to discuss anything with me, just do it if you want to do it, husband, I absolutely agree with it."

"..."

Wu Xing's nose was sour, and his eye sockets couldn't help getting moist.

Fortunately, it was dark and his back was facing the light, so Shang Peng couldn't see his expression clearly.

Wu Xing sniffed, "Dapengzi, I want... I want to move back."

The doting smile suddenly froze on his face, and it took a long time for Shang Peng to twitch his mouth, "Cat, what are you talking about..."

Wu Xing took a deep breath and tried to make his expression look indifferent, "I said, I want to move back to the original place. I have lived with you for too long, and I feel that every day is not new. Why don't we live separately, so We're not going to be bothered, are we?"

"It's a fart!" Shang Peng's face gradually became ugly, "Cat, what do you mean, are you annoying me? We've only lived together for more than a month and you're annoying me?"

"Dapengzi, it's not—" Wu Xing tried to explain, but he didn't know what to say.

It's better to let him misunderstand like this.

Shang Peng lost control of his emotions, "Isn't it bothering me? Tell me!"

Wu Xing bit his lip hard to prevent the tears in his eyes from dripping down.

After a while, he seemed to have given up on himself, and nodded vigorously.

The hand that was tightly holding Wu Xing's arm was released suddenly, Shang Peng stared at Wu Xing with scarlet eyes like an angry lion, and remained silent for a long time.

Feeling that Shang Peng's angry and disappointed eyes were fiercely gouged out on him, Wu Xing couldn't help but wince.

It seemed like a long, long time, when Wu Xing thought that time had stood still, Shang Peng suddenly laughed in a low voice, the laughter was weird.

In the dark night, Wu Xing felt a little creepy for a moment.

"Dapengzi..."

Wu Xing spoke in a low voice.

Shang Peng raised his head, and there was a smile in his eyes. He looked straight at Wu Xing's face and said, "Cat, do you think I've been too kind to you?"

"..."

What do these words mean? Wu Xing swallowed, not knowing how to answer.

"It should be so good." Shang Peng seemed to be talking to himself, "It's so good that you think I'm someone you can throw away at will, don't you?"

Wu Xing opened his mouth wide, and quickly explained, "No, I didn't think so..."

It just so happened that at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and Wu Xing couldn't help but sneezed.

Shang Peng's eyes recovered a little, he turned around and said indifferently: "Go into the room and talk."

"Yeah." Wu Xing sniffed and followed into the living room.

As soon as Shang Peng sat on the sofa, his eyes fell on the suitcase at the door.He hurriedly looked around, only to realize that there were few things in the living room.

The corner of his mouth raised an arc, Shang Peng pointed to the suitcase, and said to Wu Xing: "It seems that you are ready to leave, everything has been put back."

"I..." Wu Xing pursed his lips, "I just clean up first."

"Because you think I'll agree to whatever you say, that's why you unscrupulously packed up everything in advance, and just waited for me to come back and tell me, so you can pat your ass and leave?"

It's been too long since Shang Peng treated him with this attitude, Wu Xing almost forgot Shang Peng's poisonous tongue.

Now, overwhelming embarrassment came, Wu Xing's hand on the sofa tightly clenched the sofa cover, and buried his head even lower.

"Cat, tell me if you don't leave, I will forgive you. I can still pamper you like before, and rely on you for everything." At some point, Shang Peng suddenly leaned into Wu Xing's ear, gently Saying bewitching words.