After returning to China, the paranoid little boyfriend went crazy

【"I still let him know..."

"It's okay, you only let him know the most superficial part, don't you?"

"But he will be sad..." He lowered his head, "But I can't let him go further and further..."

"Don't think too much, tomorrow is a special day, you have to adjust yourself."]

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As night fell, Xu Ci walked on the quiet road in the community and looked up at the starry sky.

Today's moon has only a small part of the crescent, and the rest is covered by dark clouds.

The community environment is really good, with a cool tranquility, occasionally a few whispers, accompanied by the gentle footsteps of others.

It is obviously summer, and because of the proper management of the equipment, the existence of mosquitoes can hardly be felt.

Xu Ci sat downstairs in the apartment for a long time. He looked in the direction of the entrance of the community, but he didn't wait for the familiar figure.

I can't tell how long I sat there, and the nearby residents walking their dogs also dispersed. The crescent moon came to the center of the sky, reflected in Xu Ci's beautiful eyes.

He didn't come.

Maybe he didn't care, maybe he felt guilty because of his mother's death, or maybe he was looking for someone to get drunk in a lively place.

Xu Ci felt a sense of powerlessness.

He can't control Fu Sheng's behavior, and now he doesn't even know where to find out about Fu Sheng's existence.

He looked at the wristbands that had been ordered in the shopping cart, and dug his fingertips into his palms.

The sensor light in the corridor turned on with the sound of Xu Ci turning the key, and following the faint light entering the room, Xu Ci saw a dark shadow on the sofa.

The balcony was not closed, and the cool wind blew a little alcohol into Xu Ci's heart.

"... Mr. Fu?" He asked in a low voice without turning on the light.

"..."

The black shadow stood up, walked slowly to Xu Ci, and raised his hand to make the room bright.

Xu Ci was caught off guard and looked into the eyes with red bloodshot eyes, feeling a pain in his heart.

Fu Sheng wanted to ask countless questions, but when he got to his mouth, they all boiled down to one sentence: "Why did you come back so late?"

The word "come back" is a bit subtle, as if when they were living together, sometimes when Xu Ci made an appointment with someone and returned late, Fu Sheng would ask why he came back so late?

The premise of this sentence is that they have a home together and return to the same place.

"Sit downstairs for a while..."

The smell of alcohol on Fu Sheng's body was quite strong, and he seemed to have drunk a lot. There was no wine bottle in the house, so he probably drank it outside.

Xu Ci didn't ask how he opened the door, but asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Fu hungry?"

"……Um."

Xu Ci walked into the kitchen, boiled water and poured a bowl of noodles.

The noodles were brought from his rented house, and they were also one of the staple foods he used to eat. After all, they are economical and affordable.

Fu Sheng stood quietly at the back and watched Xu Ci's skillful movements, and started to boil the noodles under the water...

In the past, Xu Ci was spoiled by him, and he seldom entered the kitchen.

So even something as simple as the following noodles can be pasted nine times out of ten, either because there is too little water, or too much noodles, or it is undercooked or too rotten.

Two years later, Xu Ci's cooking skills have not improved, and the noodles are still overcooked, with nothing but water in them, and a little too much salt.

But Fu Sheng didn't say anything, he ate the noodle bowl little by little, and then slowly put down his chopsticks.

Fu Sheng caught a glimpse of the Band-Aid on Xu Ci's hand. He leaned on the chair and said to Xu Ci, "Show me your hand."

Xu Ci walked to him silently, and stretched out his right hand that was scratched by the scissors.

The band-aid was torn off, and the wound was covered with white, Fu Sheng frowned: "How did you do it?"

"...Accidentally rowed."

Fu Sheng didn't ask again: "Is there any alcohol?"

Xu Ci subconsciously looked under the coffee table, and Fu Sheng followed his gaze and took out a medicine box.

Surprisingly, the medicine box is full of things, such as cold medicine and antipyretics, wound medicine bandage iodophor, and basically all the daily medicines that should be prepared.

Most of the povidone iodine has been used, and there is still an unopened bottle next to it, and there is only a small ball of the first bandage left.

Xu Ci's eyes flickered slightly, and he explained: "It's easy to get scratched when acting."

Fu Sheng didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't ask any more questions.

He held Xu Ci's wrist, disinfected his thumb, changed the dressing, and put a Band-Aid on it again.

"Did Luo Shang arrange the next job for you?"

"..." Xu Ci paused and came.

He paused for a while before saying: "Sister Chang asked me to audition for Director Yan's new supporting role."

"No need to go." Fu Sheng smoothed the raised corner of the Band-Aid, and looked up at him, "Come to my crew, and I will ask Luo Shang to give you the contract tomorrow."

"……it is good."

One said it suddenly, and the other deserved it quickly.

Fu Sheng didn't say what role his crew would play, and Xu Ci didn't ask either.

As long as Fu Sheng doesn't leave his field of vision, then it doesn't matter if the leading role or the supporting role is a little bit different.

Fu Sheng didn't let go of Xu Ci's wrist, he rolled up Xu Ci's sleeve and looked at the place where he fell and injured on the set.

There has been a scab, a thin layer, some places have fallen off, and it still feels rough to the touch.

Xu Ci trembled twice when touched, goosebumps appeared on his skin that hadn't been in contact with outsiders for a long time.

"Why do you call me Mr. Fu?"

Xu Ci looked at him blankly: "Don't let me call you that..."

"..."

Fu Sheng doesn't like the name Fu Ge, and neither does Mr. Fu.

He looked at Xu Ci's beautiful but dim eyes for a while, and suddenly realized that he was not dissatisfied with the address, but with the context in which Xu Ci called him.

If it's intimacy, no matter what you call him, Fu Sheng or Mr. Fu, it's comforting.

Or because of the drunkenness, Fu Sheng slowly stroked the back of Xu Ci's neck.

When those two thin red lips were close to his eyes, Fu Sheng woke up suddenly, and slightly pushed Xu Ci away.

"Can I spend the night here?" Fu Sheng pinched his brows, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."

He looked tired, and the messages he had received from the afternoon until now made him feel like a boulder was blocked in his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

"...I'll pour you a glass of water."

Xu Ci quietly waited for the water to boil. With his back turned to Fu Sheng, he stared at the empty cup wall for a long time before scattering some powder into it.

He watched as Fu Sheng drank half of the cup, the 1.8 meter tall man lay on the sofa slightly awkwardly, slowly falling into a lethargic sleep.

As the night was getting dark, Xu Ci came to him and knelt down, his fingertips couldn't help brushing Fu Sheng's smooth forehead, narrow eyes, and red lips.

He lowered his head and pressed it gently, the touch was as warm as ever, but the other party was no longer as active as in the past, but lay here quietly and silently.

There seems to be another self instigating in my mind: "Take him away and hide him while he is defenseless against you now, and he will belong to you forever..."

Xu Ci stretched out his hand tremblingly, but stopped in the air for a while, and then slowly lowered it.

Not now.

Xu Ci turned around and went to the bathroom, calming down the dark and dirty thoughts in her heart.

At least let Fu Sheng complete his long-cherished dream, at least let him finish filming his first work...

Or maybe, there is no need to go to that step at all...

Struggling in his thoughts for a long time, until he shuddered, Xu Ci realized that he was naked and the water stains on his body hadn't been wiped off.

With the faint fragrance of shower gel, he carefully raised Fu Sheng's hand, and then quietly curled up in his arms.

Xu Ci's cheek was pressed against Fu Sheng's heart, and the beating there was steady and powerful, which made people feel at ease.

"Hug me..."

Fu Sheng's hand was held and gently fell on Xu Ci's waist, he closed his eyes safely, his eyelashes trembling slightly.