He can't read my heart today

To be honest, Wen Xiangwu didn't know why Xi Jun reacted that way, but he could feel that Xi Jun was not happy with his words.

But thinking about it back and forth, Wen Xiangwu didn't know what went wrong, which caused the situation to become what it is now. In an instant, even Wen Xiangwu himself felt uneasy.

Xi Jun called and said he couldn't come to dinner, and didn't say hello to Wen Xiang.

The housekeeper told Wen Xiangwu the truth.

This was all trained by Wen Xiangwu.

The servants of the other courts don't lie.

Wen Xiangwu thought for a while, looked at the butler, just nodded, without saying a word, watching the butler leave, feeling empty in his heart.

Xi Jun was angry.

But this is not the case.

Xi Jun was simply too busy.

He was busy directing the Propaganda Department to contact various authoritative medical experts to explain Asperger's disease, an uncommon disease, and explaining to VIP guests that Wen Xiangwu was fine, his design was perfect, and he was busy looking for A proper endorser brings the series back.

[Burning] is just a newborn who has been online for about a month, and his vitality has not yet reached the best time.

Xi Jun didn't want the deal to be lost in his own hands.

But it is not so easy to restore [Burning] to its initial appearance.

Wen Xiangwu didn't understand, but Xi Jun knew, Xi Jun understood, and Xi Jun also knew what to do.

Therefore, Wen Xiangwu could only have dinner alone in another courtyard, as before, alone, listening to the sound of knives and forks and plates being knocked together, with neither joy nor sadness on his face, looking around and waiting for orders The servant feels that life is a little sad.

The old days were not so sad.

Wen Xiangwu sighed.

After three days of anticipation, Xi Jun finally came.

With a whole body of exhaustion, travel and dust, with a little alcohol.

For the first time, Xi Jun had a drink with the client while discussing business.

Although Xi Jun has always thought that he is not a person who is used to drinking while talking about work and has quite self-control, in the end, in order to let the reporter let go of the mouth that was biting Wen Xiangwu's mental illness, he drank a bottle of white wine with him. of.

The smell of wine was mostly dissipated by the cold wind with the car window open, but the blush on Xi Jun's face was still visible.

Wen Xiangwu frowned and looked at Xi Jun, Xi Jun's hand was pressed on Wen Xiangwu's shoulder, Wen Xiangwu kept his cane from falling down, his mouth was about to say something, and he closed it tightly again.

Just when Wen Xiangwu wanted to take a step back to avoid the unaccustomed smell of alcohol, Xi Jun staggered forward because he lost Wen Xiangwu's support and was about to fall to the ground.

Zuo Taihe had just hung Xi Jun's coat on the hanger at the door, when he turned his head and heard a loud bang, followed by the sound of the camphor wood walking stick colliding with the mahogany floor.

Wen Xiangwu hugged Xi Jun and knelt on the ground, the drunk Xi Jun leaned against Wen Xiangwu's body, his head was shrunk into Wen Xiangwu's neck, his breath kept hitting his collarbone, his legs lay on his side On the floor, Wen Xiangwu hugged Xi Jun tightly with his right hand, supported the floor with his left hand to prevent himself from being able to bear Xi Jun's weight, and knelt on the ground with both legs.

The loud sound just now was the sound of Wen Xiangwu's knees directly kneeling on the ground, and the camphorwood walking stick was thrown far away.

Zuo Taihe quickly pulled away the limp Xi Jun, helped Wen Xiangwu up, and called a servant to help Xi Jun to Xi Jun's room.

Wen Xiangwu got up with trembling legs supporting his cane.

Zuo Taihe bit his lower lip and looked at Wen Xiangwu, worried about this thin boy. Wen Xiangwu didn't speak for a long time, and finally he breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked at Zuo Taihe and signaled that Zuo Taihe didn't need to support himself. Taihe immediately let go of his hand and looked at Wen Xiangwu.

Wen Xiangwu's breath trembled slightly, and he told Zuo Taihe in a low voice to leave, and to pick up Xi Jun as usual tomorrow.

Zuo Taihe didn't give Zuo Taihe any chance to ask questions, so he left the entrance with his crutches.

Zuo Taihe frowned and watched Wen Xiangwu leave, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

The servant changed Xi Jun's clothes, and the clothes Xi Jun wore had already been taken to the dry cleaning machine for dry cleaning.

Wen Xiangwu looked at the clock.

Eleven o'clock.

It was far longer than Wen Xiangwu's sleeping time, but Wen Xiangwu didn't feel sleepy at all, but looked at Xi Jun's restless sleeping appearance, and sighed softly.

Xi Jun groaned because of the pain, and opened his eyes confusedly to see Wen Xiangwu looking at him with a wet towel in his hand, and carefully wiped his hands for himself.

Seeing that Xi Jun woke up, Wen Xiangwu smiled slightly.

"Brother Jun, you're awake."

Wen Xiangwu's voice was soft, looking at Xi Jun, his face was full of tenderness, just as cute as he used to be.

Xi Jun felt dizzy and his eyes were blurred, but luckily he could hold on.

Dizzy, he heard Wen Xiangwu's voice in a daze, just like the year when he was out of school, he had a fever, and the little Wen Xiangwu was worried when he wiped his sweat with a towel that was no longer cold look like.

Xi Jun raised his hand with some difficulty.

But he still grabbed Wen Xiangwu's hand, and Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun with a smile.

Drunk people are very painful, their consciousness will not be very clear, and they may even recognize the wrong person. Wen Xiangwu knew about this, so he felt that Xi Jun was able to grasp his hand and recognize himself at this time. Feel lucky.

"Xiao Wu...you...do you think that I treat you badly?"

With the smell of alcohol, he couldn't speak clearly, but Wen Xiangwu still heard Xi Jun's words clearly.

[Has Xi Jun never lied to you? 】

Wang Musi's words sounded suddenly, mixed with the undissipated smell of alcohol on Xi Jun's body, Wen Xiangwu's head became not clear enough.

"Has Brother Jun ever lied to me?"

Seeing Wen Xiangwu's serious face, Xi Jun could only nod his head.

"I lied to you."

Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun who was lying on the bed, and heaved a long sigh, not knowing what to say.

He can't accept someone deceiving him, but he can forgive him because the other party is Xi Jun.

Just because the opponent is Xi Jun.

Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun's tired expression, and looked down at the hand that was holding her.

"But I can forgive you."

"Aren't you curious about what I lied to you? Aren't you curious about why?"

Hearing Xi Jun's anxious tone, Wen Xiangwu just suppressed a smile and gently put the other hand on Xi Jun's.

Small, with thin calluses worn out by the paintbrush, soft, well-defined hands, gently stroking the back of Xi Jun's slightly protruding veins, muttering words.

"I don't ask. I believe that brother Jun is for my own good. I don't ask how long brother Jun has been busy for a sick Wen Xiangwu. I don't ask why Zuo Taihe drove back with drunk brother Jun. I I don't ask if you gave Mr. Wang a smiley face. I don't ask if you know that I saw the scene of Mr. Wang's cheating. I don't ask, because I know it all."

Wen Xiangwu frowned slightly, swallowed some sour secretions in his mouth, and gritted his back teeth.The voice trembled a little.

"I don't ask Brother Jun why he hasn't come back after ten years of absence. I'm not curious about whether Brother Jun's work is going well or not. I don't ask Brother Jun how important Xiao Wu is in Brother Jun's heart to keep Xi Jun from going. Unexpectedly, there are many discussions outside to protect the insignificant Wen Xiangwu."

"I won't ask anything. I trust you 100 percent."

Wen Xiangwu held Xi Jun's hand tightly, looking at Xi Jun's eyebrows furrowed in pain, and his thin lips slightly parted in emotion and shock.

He just paused and let out a long breath.

"So, even if Brother Jun lied to me. I also know that Brother Jun is doing it for my own good. I will fully forgive you."

Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun's side face with a smile on his lips.

"Because you are my brother Jun, just because you are my brother Jun. No one will forgive you except you. Zuo Taihe came too late, I will remember."

With a joking tone, he looked at Xi Jun who was not very sober with a smile.

Xi Jun's right hand was grabbed by Wen Xiangwu, but it was still hit on the back of his hand by the tears from Wen Xiangwu's smile.

The cool tears are like Wen Xiangwu.

Wen Xiangwuliang is like a piece of jade, it has not been overly carved, it is just roughly beaten, it does not change the shape of the rough jade, but it can exude a little luster of jade.Holding Wen Xiangwu's hand, I can also feel the coolness of this child from the bottom of my heart. Looking at this child's smiling face, I can also feel his alienation and sincerity. cold.

What should we do with such a child?

How difficult it is to accept such a thing, for Wen Xiangwu, accepting a lie is like peeling the skin.

But Wen Xiangwu fully forgives himself, and doesn't care about why he deceived him.

Xi Jun held Wen Xiangwu's hand tightly, and pulled Wen Xiangwu who was sitting on his body with all his strength.

Wen Xiangwu supported the empty seat beside Xi Jun so as not to fall on Xi Jun.

Blaming eyes stared at Xi Jun, who was neither serious nor serious, but Xi Jun smiled like a boy.

He smiled like the little Wen Xiangwu who needs to raise his head high to see.

Wen Xiangwu took a deep breath.

The smell of alcohol on Xi Jun's body has evaporated, and all that is left is the smell of alcohol, which makes people feel intoxicated.

Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun, and Xi Jun looked at Wen Xiangwu.

Xi Jun's hand followed Wen Xiangwu's hairline and gently stroked Wen Xiangwu's hair. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but the strong smell of alcohol in his mouth was still lingering.

"Xiao Wu, it's great to have you. I'm sorry, I will never lie to you no matter what."

Wen Xiangwu looked at Xi Jun's serious expression, although there was still some problem in enunciating words and punctuating sentences, although Wen Xiangwu had also heard that drunk people should not trust too much, but at this moment, he still put all his trust in Xi Jun.

Gently kicking off the cotton slippers on his feet, he climbed to the empty seat beside Xi Jun, got into the bed and lay down.

Xi Jun casually grabbed a corner of the quilt and covered Wen Xiangwu tightly, and Wen Xiangwu rubbed the sheets against Xi Jun's arms.

The commotion outside has subsided, leaving only time and tranquility.

[The author has something to say: Starting tomorrow, charges will start from Chapter 18]