Grandma, I want to talk to you about life

Ding ~ System prompt ~ Congratulations to player Wang Xiaoming for unlocking the new posture of dropping the vest!

Ding ~ System prompt ~ Congratulations to player Wang Xiaoming for winning the title [The Man Who Drops His Vest Every Day]!

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming seemed to hear the mysterious system sound in his mind.

...what the hell is this get the hell out of my brain!

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, shaking the strange voice out of his brain.

"What's wrong?" Yu Fengjing on the other side of the screen raised his eyebrows and asked when he saw Wang Xiaoming's depressed and troubled expression.

"...I lost my vest again," Wang Xiaoming muttered depressingly, "This time I obviously didn't do anything, but I still lost my vest... I was shot while lying down!" Wang Xiaoming struggled with what he had just experienced. things were said.

Yu Fengjing looked at Wang Xiaoming's gloomy little eyes, and heard the other party muttering, "Could it really be my IQ problem? I'm beginning to doubt life..." He stretched out his finger to touch the tip of his nose, and smiled helplessly.

"...You laugh at me!" Seeing Yu Fengjing's expression of suppressing a smile, Wang Xiaoming said depressedly, "You laughed at me again for my low IQ!"

"Hurry up and take a bath." Yu Fengjing stretched out his hand and pursed his lips, but his fingertips couldn't stop the smile pouring out of him, "Rest early, see you tomorrow."

Depressed, Wang Xiaoming shifted his attention to the reader group. At this time, the girls in the group were about to explode his account.

Protagonist Jiyou’s Lifetime Tweet: Shi Cheng Weeping Ghosts and Gods Author, don’t hide, you have already been exposed ~ Protagonist Ji Yousheng has a bunch: Poems Weeping Ghosts and Gods Author, hurry up, we’ve found you~ Protagonist’s chubby times: Shi Cheng Weeping ghosts and gods call the author greatly~

Jiyou's big fat times: The author of Shi Chengqi, ghosts, gods, stupid and cute, come on~...

Wang Xiaoming was extremely depressed. After he thought about it for a few minutes, he still started bubbling.

Shi Cheng weeps ghosts and gods: ...

Protagonist Jiyou’s lifetime push: How big is the author (╯3╰)

Shi Cheng weeps ghosts and gods: what?

The protagonist, Jiyou, has a lot of friends: Aww, he is actually a living author!

Shi Chengqi Ghosts and Gods: Uh, I guess...there should be no dead

The protagonist's chubby times: stupid, cute, stupid, cute, the author is 23333333!

Jiyou's big fat times: Awow, owow, the author greatly begs for the friendship between the protagonist and Jiyoujun!

Shi Chengqi ghosts and gods: == They are very pure friendships.

……

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming..." Wang Xiaoming was immersed in the fight with the girls, and it took him a while to realize that Yu Fengjing was calling him.

When Wang Xiaoming came back to his senses, Yu Fengjing on the screen raised his eyebrows and seemed a little unhappy.

"Uh, I'm going to take a shower right away..." Wang Xiaoming didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly greeted the girls in the group.

Shi Chengqi ghosts and gods: == I am going to take a shower and sleep

Protagonist Jiyou tweeted in his life: 233333 Could it be that Jingyu yelled you to take a shower and go to sleep!

Shi Cheng weeps ghosts and gods: ...

The protagonist Ji Yousheng has a bunch of friends: This suspicious ellipsis!

The protagonist's fat times: So this is the default? !

Jiyou’s big fat times: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Shi Chengqi ghosts and gods: Why is the main character Little Fatty and the friend is Big Fatty?

The protagonist's little fat times: Ow~ It's so embarrassing to be named by the author~ My friend's big fat times: Isn't the answer obvious?

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Turn your head, hum!

After saying goodbye to the girls in the reader group, Wang Xiaoming walked into the bathroom under Yu Fengjing's supervision.

After taking a bath, Wang Xiaoming returned to the computer in pajamas with a kitten pattern on it. Yu Fengjing bowed his head over there as if he was dealing with some work.

Wang Xiaoming looked down at the pajamas with the kitten pattern on his upper body and the old man's underpants that cost ten yuan and three pairs.

"The pajamas are very cute... Pajama pants are also very cute." Yu Fengjing touched the corner of his lips and smiled meaningfully.

"..." Wang Xiaoming looked down at the dark blue underpants he was wearing, and decided to reserve his opinion on the word cute.

"It's late, go to bed." Yu Fengjing smiled and pursed his lips.

"See you tomorrow." Wang Xiaoming blinked.

"...See you tomorrow." Yu Fengjing smiled lowly.

Wang Xiaoming turned off the computer, fell headlong on the bed, wrapped himself up in a quilt and fell asleep.

Soon, Wang Xiaoming fell asleep with a little excitement of anticipation.

A night without dreams.

At noon the next day, Wang Xiaoming arrived in City B.

Before he had time to eat lunch, Wang Xiaoming took another taxi to the building where the headquarters of Jidian is located. This is not the first time he has been here. After entering the gate, he saw his editor, Bixia, the editor-in-chief of Jidian... Wang Xiaoming I am more used to calling him Your Majesty, although there is no difference in pronunciation between Bixia and Your Majesty.

Editor Bixia is an elite man who looks to be in his early thirties. He has good facial features and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Wang Xiaoming rarely sees people wearing gold-rimmed glasses in real life, so he always thinks that Bixia Must be a boring person, of course, it is true.

Of course, Bixia is not the editor's real name, just like Wang Xiaoming's pseudonym is just too handsome to have friends.

"You're here." Seeing Wang Xiaoming coming, Bixia pushed her glasses and said calmly.

"Yeah." Wang Xiaoming nodded, and suddenly he didn't know what to say. He could tease and complain with His Majesty the editor on the Internet, but it always felt a bit delicate when facing a real person in reality, especially when His Majesty the editor was stern. When he opened his face with a serious expression.Even though he had met His Majesty the editor several times before, he still couldn't get used to it.

"It's over in a while," Bixia looked down at the mechanical watch on her wrist, "I'll show you the house, and we'll talk about it later."

"Okay," Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief, "When will I be able to see the house?"

"Maybe I'm going to have a meal with the other party later," Bi Xia raised her head, "They invited them, saying that many people in their studio are your fans."

Thinking of Yu Fengjing, Wang Xiaoming smiled: "No problem, then after dinner."

After finishing the meal, he would find any excuse to tell Yu Fengjing that he was going to leave for a while, and then tell Yu Fengjing that he planned to live in City B after he settled the matter with His Majesty.

After a few minutes, His Majesty answered the phone and nodded to Wang Xiaoming: "Follow me."

Thinking that he would see Yu Fengjing later, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help feeling a little nervous, his heart beat two beats faster.

……

But after Wang Xiaoming signed the contract, he still didn't see Yu Fengjing.

Wang Xiaoming was a little bit disappointed until he walked out of the conference room, Bi Xia patted him on the shoulder and said, "You look a bit unwell, are you thirsty?"

Wang Xiaoming said dejectedly: "Probably... maybe..." The few people who came to sign the contract all had young faces. They should be from the same studio as Yu Fengjing. Young and confident... Like Yu Fengjing, they are all young people who are at the best age in their lives, young and promising, full of vigor.They are just in their early twenties. For them, life has just begun, and their future has infinite possibilities.

They are such vigorous young people, and so is Yu Fengjing... Looking at their smiling faces full of vitality, Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized that he is different from them, and Yu Fengjing is also so young, he can really keep Yu Fengjing by his side forever?

Because he didn't see Yu Fengjing all morning, and because he felt ashamed by the vigor of these young people, Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a little lost. He knew that he was too worried about gains and losses, but he couldn't control his emotions, so he It's like he couldn't control himself from falling in love with Yu Fengjing.

Guided by Bi Xia's kindness, Wang Xiaoming walked into the tea room in the corridor to drink water in despair. He lowered his head and rummaged through the cabinets in the tea room, found a pack of lemon green tea bags, and soaked them in hot water sullenly. .

As the aroma of lemon green tea spread in the tea room, Wang Xiaoming let out a sigh of relief, and then he was stopped by a familiar voice... "Xiao Ming?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Xiaoming paused, and when he looked back, he saw a familiar figure that he had thought about all morning appearing on the small sofa in the corner of the tea room.

"...You, why are you here?" Wang Xiaoming was stunned, never expecting that Yu Fengjing, whom he had missed for so long, would appear here.

Soon, Wang Xiaoming realized that something was wrong, Yu Fengjing's face was a little pale, he was lying on the sofa a little weakly, his eyelashes drooped weakly, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed.

"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?" Wang Xiaoming hurried up and looked down at Yu Fengjing. When he saw the fine beads of sweat emerging from Yu Fengjing's forehead, he reached out and touched it, "Do you have a cold too?"

"...No," Yu Fengjing's eyelashes drooped halfway, "...stomach pain."

"Stomach pain?" Wang Xiaoming frowned, "Didn't you eat well recently?" He reached out to rub Yu Fengjing's stomach, but Yu Fengjing grabbed his fingers. I don't know if it was because of the pain, but Yu Fengjing's fingers felt a little cold .

"Forget," Yu Fengjing's eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, "I've been a little busy recently, it's okay..."

"You're in so much pain that you can't stand up, are you okay?" Wang Xiaoming was a little annoyed, "Is it because your stomach hurts that you didn't go to the conference room this morning?" No wonder he didn't see Yu Fengjing all morning, he thought it was Yu Fengjing who suddenly had something Things can't come...

"No," Yu Fengjing smiled palely, "It's just that I was a little tired in the morning, so I found a remote place and wanted to sleep... But I forgot to sleep, and now I have a stomachache."

It was only then that Wang Xiaoming noticed that there was a small black spot under Yu Fengjing's eye sockets, which seemed to be dark circles. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "How busy have you been lately, have you forgotten to sleep and eat?"

Yu Fengjing just smiled, did not speak, his smile was a little pale.

Wang Xiaoming was distressed and angry at the same time. He snorted and wanted to stand up, but Yu Fengjing grabbed his wrist all of a sudden.

"Are you angry?" Yu Fengjing looked up at Wang Xiaoming, "Don't go...here with me."

"I'll go buy some stomach medicine for you." Wang Xiaoming pursed his lips and said.

"No stomach medicine," Yu Fengjing didn't let go, tightly grasped Wang Xiaoming's wrist, closed his eyes, "Just stay here with me for a while..."

"..." Wang Xiaoming pursed his lips, finally sighed and said, "Then I'll get you a cup of hot tea."

Yu Fengjing raised his head and took a serious look at Wang Xiaoming. He seemed to be sure that Wang Xiaoming would not turn around and leave, and then slowly loosened his five slender, white fingers.

Wang Xiaoming turned around and went back to the cupboard in the tea room, picked up the lemon green tea he had just brewed and returned to Yu Fengjing, lowered his head and blew it a few times before handing it to Yu Fengjing's mouth, saying: "It's a bit hot, drink it at your leisure." Kneeling on the sofa with one foot and standing on the ground with one foot.

Yu Fengjing raised his eyes to look at Wang Xiaoming, looked at his lips, and then suddenly smiled and said, "Feed me with your mouth..."

Wang Xiaoming's whole body is not well, he stared at Yu Fengjing silently, even when he was sick, he still acted like a hooligan.

"You just said a few days ago that you have to love me well." Yu Fengjing's long eyelashes drooped, and he said a little hurt.

Wang Xiaoming endured and endured, endured and endured, and finally gritted his teeth: "For the sake of your illness..." As he spoke, he raised his head and took a sip of hot lemon green tea, bringing it to Yu Fengjing's mouth.

Yu Fengjing opened his mouth obediently, and Wang Xiaoming blocked it, and passed a sip of hot tea, Yu Fengjing swallowed it down, and when Wang Xiaoming wanted to evacuate, he entangled the tip of Wang Xiaoming's tongue, as if wanting to Swallow the lemon green tea left on the palate between Wang Xiaoming's tongue and teeth with the tip of his tongue.

After the first sip of lemon green tea, both of them were a little out of breath. Wang Xiaoming was terrified. Although the location of this tea room is a bit remote, maybe some employees would break in. When Yu Fengjing held him down just now He was worried that someone would break in at any time... Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming gave Yu Fengjing a hard look, but was startled by Yu Fengjing's sudden frown.

"Does your stomach hurt again?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Yu Fengjing's unattractive face, and reached out to rub Yu Fengjing's stomach... But he didn't know where the stomach was at all, and he couldn't find it after touching it for a long time, so he gave up.

"Yeah," Yu Fengjing chuckled palely, "I have a stomachache again, but I think lemon tea seems to be helpful, so give me another sip."

Wang Xiaoming stared at Yu Fengjing's expression for a long time, but couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie, so he snorted, made another sip of lemon green tea, and brought it to Yu Fengjing's lips.

Yu Fengjing opened his lips again to catch the tea from Wang Xiaoming, this time he was not as presumptuous as last time, but after Wang Xiaoming finished feeding, he stuck out his tongue to lick the few drops of lemon juice that leaked from the corner of Wang Xiaoming's mouth.

Wang Xiaoming used the same method to feed him a few more times until he had finished feeding a cup of lemon green tea. After all, this mouth-to-mouth water feeding posture was a bit unscientific, because Wang Xiaoming was on top and Yu Fengjing was on the bottom, so Yu Fengjing's collar was wet under his neck. Fortunately, because Yu Fengjing was wearing dark clothes today, it didn't look too obvious.

"Is it better?" Wang Xiaoming threw the disposable paper cup into the trash can next to him, and asked Yu Fengjing with his head down.

It was the first time he saw such a weak Yu Fengjing, lying softly on the sofa, with long eyelashes hanging down softly, just like all other sick 19-year-old boys.

"Well," Yu Fengjing responded softly, and he smiled at him, "What time is it?"

"The contract has been signed, and it's almost time for lunch," Wang Xiaoming looked down at his phone, "I saw the people in your studio...they are all nice."

"It's time to eat, so let's go..." Yu Fengjing took out his mobile phone from his coat, and seemed to be about to make a call.

"You're so uncomfortable, go back and rest." Wang Xiaoming reached out and snatched Yu Fengjing's phone, "It's just for eating, and it will be the same next time."

But unexpectedly, Yu Fengjing's phone didn't go out, but the next moment it rang by itself.

Without waiting for Yu Fengjing to speak, Wang Xiaoming answered Yu Fengjing's phone by himself.

"Brother Fengjing, let's go to XX Hotel for dinner, you..."

"He's not going," Wang Xiaoming listened to the mellow and pleasant female voice on the opposite side, almost getting goosebumps all over his body from the sweet "Brother Fengjing", "...he's a little uncomfortable."

"Brother Feng Jing, isn't your stomach ache?" The other end of the conversation seemed to be a bit noisy, besides this sweet female voice, there were a few male voices who were laughing and full of vigor, and it seemed that someone called the girl's name , the girl on the other end of the phone responded, and then asked in a doubtful tone, "Let him take a good rest, but... are you?"

Only then did Wang Xiaoming remember that he did see a girl when he signed the contract just now, but because he was in a bad mood at that time, he didn't pay too much attention to that girl. Thinking about it now, among the group of energetic big boys, there appeared a young and beautiful girl. The girl should be a very conspicuous thing, that girl seems to be pretty good.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming has a good impression of girls who can be self-reliant at a young age, but when he heard the concern in this girl's tone for Yu Fengjingzang, he was still subtly uncomfortable, especially when he Hearing someone calling that girl's name on the phone, she jokingly asked her, "Call your boyfriend again"...but she never denied it.

"Brother Fengjing still seems to have an upset stomach." The girl was obviously talking to other people, her tone seemed to be a little complaining, "Before... I told him not to work so hard... He is still in a hurry to get the latest one before today. Everything is done...these days are so busy that day and night are turned upside down..."

Wang Xiaoming gritted his teeth silently.

After the girl talked to the person next to her, she came back to her senses and said to Wang Xiaoming, "Thank you for taking care of Brother Fengjing..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Yu Fengjing on the sofa, suddenly smiled, and said, "You're welcome, it should be..."

"... May I ask who you are?" the girl asked again with some doubts.

"I am his family."

Before the girl could react, Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone decisively.