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After making a few phone interviews with the film exhibition, Ye Fengwu was completely idle-although he tried his best to prove that he had fully recovered, even surfing and rock climbing, but Augustine obviously didn't think so, and insisted He rests for at least half a year.

"It'll be boring." Ye Fengwu curled up on the sofa hugging the cushions.

"No." Augustine shook his head. "During this time, you can continue to care about your small cafe, make the rest of the investment, or come to be my work assistant."

"Then can I go out?" Ye Fengwu asked.

"Of course, but strenuous exercise is not allowed." Augustine pulled him up, "until he fully recovers."

"Okay." Ye Fengwu took a deep breath, put her hands on his shoulders, "deal!"

"My cousin can promise not to work for half a year." Cheng Xia sighed after hearing the news, "It must be true love."

"A marriage proposal, a wedding, plus a honeymoon trip, half a year is not too long." Philip patted him, "Even a year is no problem at all."

"I can't even imagine what the wedding will be like." Cheng Xia gnawed on the biscuit with all her heart, that was a god!You can have diamonds all over the sky!

"I thought you were in the garden." Ye Fengwu went downstairs with the book in her arms.

"We're chatting about gossip." Cheng Xia quickly sat up straight.

"What gossip?" Ye Fengwu asked.

"Director Zhong said at the press conference that his first male lead has been reserved for you." Cheng Xia replied.

Ye Fengwu was very calm: "You continue the previous topic, I didn't ask anything just now."

After watching him go upstairs, Philip immediately moved his head closer: "Did you see clearly what book my sister-in-law was holding just now?"

"I didn't notice." Cheng Xia shook his head, "What is it?"

"Travel in the Sahara," Philip answered.

"Cousin wants to go to Egypt?" Cheng Xia was surprised, "I haven't heard him mention it before." And Mr. Augustine probably wouldn't agree—although my cousin's gunshot wound has almost healed, there is a kind of weakness called masculinity. God thinks you are weak...

"It must be Augustine's fault," Philip vowed.

So the cousin was shocked again: "What does it have to do with Mr. Augustine?"

"If he can propose as soon as possible, my sister-in-law will definitely not be in the mood to run around." Philip dropped the cushion and stood up. "No, we must tell Augustine about this right away!"

"Are you sure?" Cheng Xia hesitated, "It's just a book, maybe my cousin is just bored."

But Philip had disappeared into the drawing room, very sprightly.

Cheng Xia: "..."

"Desert?" After hearing this, Augustine frowned.

"Yes." Philip nodded seriously, "So we must rebuild Cybertron in the shortest possible time."

Augustine went straight out of the workshop.

In the private study, Ye Fengwu was drinking milk with a straw in his mouth, sitting cross-legged on the carpet and flipping through books, looking lazy and comfortable.

"What are you looking at?" Augustine kept himself as calm as possible.

"Travel Notes." Ye Fengwu shook the cover, "Are you done?"

"Want to go here?" Augustine sat beside him.

"I want to go everywhere." Night Breeze Dance dropped the milk carton into the trash can, then put an arm around his shoulder, "But I want to be with you."

Augustine smiled, and it seemed good to consider proposing marriage in the temple.

"What are you thinking?" Ye Fengwu looked into his eyes.

"No." Augustine recovered.

"Obviously there is." Ye Fengwu pushed the cushion to him, "Don't want to tell me?"

"I don't want to talk about the company." Augustine shook his hand.

"Don't be too tired." Ye Fengwu pressed his forehead against him, "What do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you."

"I've already made a reservation." Augustine patted him. "After dinner, do you want to go to a concert?"

"You sound like you're free today." Ye Fengwu stretched her waist, and then continued to throw herself into the pile of cushions, acting like I was bored and had nothing to do, and I was not interested in the concert.

So Augustine felt more and more that his little lover might leave tomorrow with his luggage and run to the Sahara Desert, Arabian Desert, Patagonia Desert, Taklimakan Desert, or other damn deserts by himself.

"It's still early, I'll sleep for a while." Ye Fengwu closed her eyes.

Augustine: "..."

"If you hurry up and contact Paramount now, you should have time to create the original Optimus Prime equipment for you and set up a war scene in the castle before your sister-in-law goes to Egypt." Philip chattered after his dear brother, "I need to make a call immediately. phone?"

Augustine shot him out with a door panel.

"I have something else to say." With a sore nose and staring eyes, Philip leaned weakly against the door.

"I don't want to hear anything from you." Augustine pulled out his chair and sat down.

"It's related to this fundraising." Philip said weakly.

Augustine rubbed his temples: "Come in."

"These are the activity procedures." Philip handed him the computer. "Although it looks like a lottery, all the links have been arranged in place. The link you want to participate in is delivering newspapers."

Augustine: "..."

"Please, this is already the best choice. Adams is going to the ranch to clean the cow dung. Catherine said he has collapsed for three whole days." Philip said earnestly, "And Stephen is going to a special kindergarten to take care of the children, including changing diapers and breastfeeding. How about it, do you think it’s actually not bad to deliver milk?”

Augustine's face was paralyzed: "Not at all."

In order to call on the society to pay attention to the lives of poor groups, the government and charitable organizations jointly launched this event. All invited rich people need to experience a different life for a day, and the whole process will be broadcast live 24 hours a day.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's not too bad." Philip rubbed his shoulders for him, "Maybe it will be like in the movie, through this day's exchange, you fell in love with this kind of life, and since then you've discovered a different life." The same world." Thinking about it, it is very sensational, full of philosophy and sentiment.

"I just want to throw Adams to Simba now." Augustine leaned back in his chair—if he hadn't given the assurance that he took the wrong medicine in front of the media, he might never appear on this kind of TV show in his life.

"24-hour live broadcast, can I also watch you online?" Ye Fengwu asked him in bed the night before the event.

"I'd rather you keep reading that Sahara travelogue." Augustine pulled up the quilt to cover his bare shoulders.

"I've finished reading it." Ye Fengwu pressed her face against his chest, "I changed the book."

"What is it?" Augustine asked.

Ye Fengwu replied, "Mars Quest."

……

Augustine felt that it might not be impossible to rebuild the planet Cybertron by himself.

The next morning, when Ye Fengwu stretched and got up, Augustine had already appeared on the TV screen.

"You've been getting up late lately." Cheng Xia handed him the water glass.

Ye Fengwu stood in front of the sink and brushed her teeth: "And then?"

"You'll get fat." Cheng Xia reminded.

Ye Fengwu didn't hesitate for a second: "You are fat."

Cheng Xia: "..."

Do you want to be so childish!

The work of delivering milk is not easy. Augustine drove a broken car with air leaks to the farm to receive the goods, and his whole body was bumped into the air. Get better.

Ye Fengwu put the computer in front of the rocking chair. He wanted to get potato chips, but after a pause, he changed it to a cup of black coffee.

……

Although it is a 24-hour live broadcast, the event invited many guests, so the camera will switch at any time.Even though Augustine is stilted and deadpan throughout, since he rarely appears on this kind of show, there are still a lot of scenes.Arriving at the residence at night, Adams came to visit with a few bananas in hand. After Augustine unscrewed the greasy doorknob, the whole door fell off.

"Ahem." Cheng Xia, who was watching the live broadcast, choked on his drink.

Ye Fengwu was also a little dumbfounded.

"Oh..." Adams didn't look guilty, "I hope I didn't scare you."

Augustine grimly threw the door aside.

"Good night." Adams put the banana on the table, turned and went back to his apartment next door, gloating and gloating.

The weather was very cold, the wind kept blowing in from outside the door, and it even rained in the middle of the night.

Adams finally realized his conscience and asked Augustine if he needed to live with him.

"It's seven o'clock in the morning." Augustine looked at him, forcing a broken sofa with exposed springs out of the throne.

Adams smiled calmly: "It can't be my fault, I just woke up."

After half an hour, all the guests accepted a short interview, and then the show was completely over.Philip drove Augustine back to the castle, swearing all the way that although there were cockroaches in that apartment, there were absolutely no lice or fleas.

Augustine wanted to throw him out the window.

"You're back." Ye Fengwu had already gotten up and was waiting for him to have breakfast together.

"Wait for me for 10 minutes." Augustine didn't have a kiss, but went straight into the bathroom.

"There was a cockroach in his hair," Philip explained, which could be a source of nightmares for a whole month.

Ye Fengwu knocked on the bathroom door: "Can I come in?"

Augustine leaned in the bath, feeling dizzy.

"Shall I help you take a shower?" Ye Fengwu pushed the door open and came in.

Augustine held out his hand to him.

Ye Fengwu took off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub barefoot: "I've watched all your live broadcasts."

"Why don't you continue watching Mars Quest?" Augustine put his arms around his waist.

Ye Fengwu yawned and leaned into his arms.

"Didn't sleep last night?" Augustine asked.

"You didn't sleep either." Ye Fengwu put her wet arm on his shoulder.

"I didn't know that door would be so bad." Augustine turned his head to the side and coughed hoarsely for a while.

"Caught a cold?" Ye Fengwu sat up.

"It's okay." Augustine shook his head.

Ye Fengwu observed him carefully for a while, then stepped out wrapped in a towel: "I'll call the doctor."

"Augustin also has a cold?" Philip expressed his confusion and shock.

"Is your expression a little too exaggerated?" Cheng Xia helped his forehead.

"If you'd give Augustine ten minutes to heal—"

"Then my cousin will definitely betray me." The little groundhog was convinced of this.

"I can buy it at full price!" Philip elated.

"Dream." Cheng Xia sharply refused, as usual, not giving face.

While the two were bickering, Augustine had already completed the examination and successfully developed a low-grade fever into a high-grade fever.

Ye Fengwu went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of light noodles, and Augustine drank the soup with a spoon: "When we first met, I was also sick once, and even the noodles tasted exactly the same."

"Because I've liked you since then." Ye Fengwu looked at him and smiled.

"Time doesn't pass slowly." Augustine returned the empty bowl to him, "I seem to be sleeping on the sofa in your small apartment yesterday."

"You can go back later." Ye Fengwu helped him put the cushions, "If you want to reproduce the scene."

"I'd rather do something else with you." Augustine moved to one side, "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

Night Breeze Dance lay beside him.

"I seldom get sick." Augustine felt dizzy looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

"Close your eyes." Ye Fengwu patted him, "Have a good rest."

"I can't sleep at all." Augustine had a splitting headache, but no sleep at all.

"Want to hear a bedtime story?" Ye Fengwu asked.

"The Three Little Pigs?" Augustine scratched his nose.

"Little Prince." Ye Fengwu interlocked his fingers, "and his planet B-612."

Augustine's eyes were gentle.

"The little prince said solemnly: 'It doesn't matter, my place is very small', and then added sadly, 'Go straight ahead, and you won't go far...'" Ye Fengwu held a hard disk. Leaning on the bed and reading the leather book in a low voice, it was like the best lullaby.

Augustine watched him the whole time, hardly moving his eyes away for a moment.

Early spring is still a bit cold, and it is not comfortable to be sick.But the room is very warm, the bed is very warm, and the heart is also very warm—it has nothing to do with wealth, but with the people around us.

"The proof of the little prince's existence is that he is very beautiful. He smiles and wants a sheep. He wants a lamb, which proves his existence." Ye Fengwu continued to read the fairy tale to him.

"Let's get married." Augustine blurted out.

Ye Fengwu paused for a moment, then looked up at him with puzzled eyes.

"Let's get married, right now, okay?" Augustine repeated.

Ye Fengwu looked at him for a moment, and gradually a smile filled his eyes.

Then say.

"it is good."

Augustine threw back the covers and got out of bed.

"Are you going to run away from marriage?" Ye Fengwu hugged his knees, looked at his back and smiled.

Augustine took out the ring from the safe in the study, then turned and went back to the bedroom, knelt on one knee on the bed, and put the ring on his ring finger.

In one go, without saying a word, extremely efficient.

"You look a little strange." Ye Fengwu waved her hands in front of him.

Augustine was silent for five seconds, then hugged him vigorously into his arms, and ended the topic domineeringly.

Ye Fengwu touched his sweaty back: "Are you nervous?"

Augustine's expression became more and more stiff: "I don't."

Ye Fengwu nodded: "Well, you didn't."

Augustine: "..."

Two hours later, Augustine finally fell asleep with apprehension, tension, anxiety, joy, and high fever.Ye Fengwu kissed the corner of his lips, got out of bed and wanted to drink a cup of hot water, and just happened to meet Philip and Cheng Xia in the living room downstairs, discussing the source of fire and the machine army.

"We can hang a flag on the top of the castle to symbolize that this place has been occupied by evil forces." Philip said, "And I must play Megatron."

"Then I want to play a villain too." Cheng Xia gave up the previous Bumblebee, very stupid, "I want to play the Bonebreaker!"

"It's perfect!" Philip said enthusiastically, "As for the ring, Augustine must try his best to defeat us in order to get it smoothly." It sounds very storytelling, "You can even tie up your sister-in-law in the steeple and wait for rescue!" Although it is vulgar, it is more touching, and it is always played like this on TV.

"What are you talking about?" Night Breeze Dance asked.

"Ah!" Cheng Xia stood up as if her butt was on fire.

"Sky!" Philip followed closely.

Cheng Xia: "..."

Philip smiled broadly: "We're going to write a poem together."

Ye Fengwu shrugged and turned to pour water on the other side.

Cheng Xia breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that something was wrong. One minute later, when Ye Fengwu was walking out with a teacup, his cousin finally came to his senses and grabbed his wrist: "You, you, you... ..."

"Oh!" Looking at the sapphire ring, Philip was also shocked: "When did this happen?"

"A few hours ago, in the bedroom." Ye Fengwu pointed upstairs with a calm expression.

"In the bedroom?" Philip's voice trembled.

Night Breeze Dance nodded.

Philip almost burst into tears. Why did it sound so unpopular? If I knew it would be like this, I would have at least sprinkled pearls on the carpet, and I would have to lie at the door.

In contrast, Cheng Xia was very happy, and even wanted to jump up and down: "Then when will the wedding be held?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be very far." Ye Fengwu smiled and rubbed his head, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

Philip was still feeling sad.

"It's okay." Cheng Xia comforted him, "Although you can't propose on Cybertron, you can persuade Mr. Augustine to hold the wedding on Cybertron."

"Good idea." Philip quickly had a new idea.

"That's right." Cheng Xia patted him on the shoulder vigorously: "I wish you success!"