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Early the next morning, Shaoran, who was supposed to be drowsy and asleep, woke up unexpectedly.

He sat up irritably with his hair brushed, the dark circles under his eyes were as heavy as if he had been punched hard twice, listening to the sound of pots and pans outside the door waking him up, he could roar in a second.

But suddenly he realized that Ning Yong had already lived in his place yesterday.

He has to go to work, so he naturally has to get up early in the morning. If he really yelled just now, it would be embarrassing.

So he got up weakly, put on his baggy pajama pants, dragged on his slippers, and walked out while rubbing his eyes.

When he came to the kitchen, he asked hoarsely, "Wake up so early? Isn't your company too inhumane?"

The man turned his head when he heard the voice, but didn't answer his question, but said softly, "Wash your face and come to have breakfast."

Geng Shaoran, who hadn't woken up so early for a long time, was obviously still out of shape, with an expression of drifting in outer space.

Ning Yong smiled helplessly, turned off the induction cooker, took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom.

He deliberately poured the water and squeezed the toothpaste into the boy's hands, then asked with a half-smile, "Master, do you want me to brush your teeth for you?"

The dazed Shaoran came back to his senses, his face turned red, and he brushed his teeth vigorously with his head covered.

The man saw that he was really cute, so he leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then left Geng Shaoran, whose heart was beating like a drum, with a red face, and turned around to continue making breakfast.

Half an hour had passed when the two sat at the table for breakfast.

Geng Shaoran is still very lethargic. He is a full-fledged night owl. Because of staying up late to catch up on drafts, he has not yet adjusted his biological clock. Morning is the time of day when he needs rest the most.

The man saw that he was really lacking energy, so he said: "Go to rest in 10 minutes after eating, I will wake you up at noon, go to bed early tonight, and adjust your American jet lag."

Geng Shaoran was a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a while, and then explained: "I am writing, and it is relatively quiet at night, so I always work at night... This habit cannot be changed."

Ning Yong frowned slightly after finishing his breakfast very gracefully, "You're only twenty, right? Don't you need to go to school?"

"Uh... It's not that you don't need to use it." He glanced at Ning Yong guiltily, and lowered his head under the sharp and serious eyes of the other party: "I think it's troublesome to get along with my classmates... and even though I don't make much money, I can barely write To support myself, so I just..." I really didn't dare to continue the following words, because the surrounding air pressure had obviously changed.

"So you didn't go to class again?" Ning Yong raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was normal, but what was going on in his heart was something to think about.

The boy's shoulders were slumped, listless, and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

He couldn't help feeling, this is the first time he sighed after meeting the boy?Why does this kid always make him helpless?

Geng Shaoran was fully awake at this time, and the strong uneasiness and inferiority complex in his heart made him flustered.

He was very scared, afraid that Ning Yong would think that he was not doing his job properly, that he would think that he was useless, that he couldn't even handle the most basic interpersonal relationship well.

There has never been anyone who cares so much before, so he does everything according to his own temperament, and he is out of tune with the school's personality, so he leaves, likes writing, and devotes himself to it, even though he was constantly attacked and hurt because of his sharpness, He gritted his teeth and persisted because it was something he liked.

But going to school, going to graduate school, these things that are perfectly normal in the eyes of normal people, make him hate it deeply, and even going to a class, he thinks it is a waste of life.

More than once, he felt that he could write a few chapters of the story in one class.

Now he has successfully made a name for himself and has become the most popular young novelist today. Thousands of people are crazy about his words. He should be proud, arrogant, and justified in front of Ning Yong, but he found that I can't do it myself.

At this moment, he was like a child who played truant and was known by his parents, ashamed, embarrassed, and panicked.

Just when the complex emotions in his heart were about to force him to cry, his head suddenly felt warm, and a big hand gently rubbed the top of his hair, and said softly: "Staying at home all the time will make you feel bad, don't be busy." It’s better to go to lectures when you’re still in school and socialize more with your classmates, not all of them are stupid and unreasonable, and there are friends worth making friends with.”

"Xiao Ran, have the courage to try."

He said these words to him in a pampering tone. He didn't blame him for not being motivated or studying, nor did he despise him for not being able to handle interpersonal relationships well. He just said that there will always be people worthy of association in the crowd. Be brave and try to meet different people.

Geng Shaoran was annoyed, but still blushed, why is this man teaching him like an elder now?Are they in this relationship?Shouldn't it be... Shouldn't it be closer to a relationship of lovers who are living together?

He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, because the other party's pampering and pampering, obviously pushed his limits, and said capriciously: "You are not my father, why bother so much."

The man was amused by his unreasonable appearance, raised his eyebrows and said: "You want me to be your father, but I still don't want to, you little idiot!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled the person into his arms, pinched the other person's sharp chin, and kissed the red and tender lips in one breath.

Seeing Geng Shaoran waving his hands in his arms trying to struggle but struggling, Ning Yong thought to himself, this little idiot will not know the heights of heaven and earth unless he is taught a lesson.

The two kissed inseparably at the dinner table early in the morning, and it took a long time before it was over.

Ning Yong tried his best to hold his breath, adjusted his mood, took the coat hanging on the side and walked towards the door.

Geng Shaoran followed behind him with a blushing face, and asked worriedly, "Did you wear this clothes yesterday?"

Leaning over and kissing the boy's blushing face, he said softly, "Don't worry about me, I'll go buy all the daily necessities after get off work today."

After finishing speaking, he put on his shoes, took the car keys and was about to go out, but was suddenly pulled by the boy from behind, and he heard his hesitant and cute voice: "Why don't we go together after you get off work?"

"Alright, my dear, let's go to rest." He patted the boy's head, and then went out to work.

It wasn't until he started the car and drove on the main road that he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Since when did it feel like a torture just to go to work?

Geng Shaoran walked around the room twice boringly, then lay down on the bed again and became dazed.

After lying down for a while, the phone suddenly rang, and when I picked it up, it was a text message from Ning Yong.

"Have a good rest, baby, I'll pick you up after get off work."

It was just a short line of words, but it made Geng Shaoran turn over a sugar bowl in his heart.

He just held the phone like this, and fell asleep with a smile on his lips...