Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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Wen Li had a low-grade fever in the morning, went home in the afternoon and took a shower, and turned on the air conditioner for a long time. It was not surprising that it developed into a high fever due to the combination of hot and cold.

Rationality says no, no, Wen Yue was able to maintain a state of conversation with Cheng Mosheng one second ago, and started talking nonsense unconsciously the next second.Cheng Mosheng wanted to ask him where his home address was, but the patient with high fever looked sleepy and didn't bother to answer.

Cheng Mosheng was helpless. After trying for 10 minutes, he couldn't find anything to ask, so he turned the car and took him to the apartment he usually lives in.There are still antipyretics that were kept as a spare at home. Cheng Mosheng checked the date to make sure that they were still within the shelf life, so he made a granule and added a pill.

At this time, Wen Li was sitting obediently on the sofa in the living room, resting his chin on his hands, his eyes were foggy, as if he didn't understand what was going on right now.He smacked his lips, feeling a little thirsty. When he saw Cheng Mosheng coming with a cup, he thought it was water, and jumped at it with bright eyes. After taking a sip, he frowned and spit out the medicine in his mouth.

"It's too bitter, I want to drink sugar water."

Cheng Mosheng looked down at the half-filled cup of medicine, and rubbed his head with a headache.

He had no choice but to go to the kitchen to make another cup of medicine, and then took an extra cup of honey water in his hand: "You can only drink sugar water after drinking this." He first put down the cup containing the medicine in his left hand, and pointed to the cup in his right hand .

He had been in the hospital for more than ten years, and it was the first time he saw someone so difficult after being sick.

Wen Li looked at the medicine, then at the honey water, and reluctantly said: "Okay."

Seeing his displeasure written all over his face, Cheng Mosheng couldn't help but think of Zhao Xingjun talking about his little daughter in his spare time. She just entered elementary school this year, and she also looked like this when taking medicine. Her mother had to coax her with candy and ice cream before she could drink it. go down.

In comparison, Wen Li is not much better than a seven or eight-year-old elementary school student.

After finally coaxing people to finish drinking the medicine, Cheng Mosheng stuffed the honey water into Wen Yue's hand, but he put it down after it touched his lips: "It's sweet, I don't like sweets."

Cheng Mosheng: "..."

Cheng Mosheng: "Then do you want to drink plain water?"

Wen Li shook his head, "I want to take a bath."

The weather was too hot, and the clothes were sticky to his body. Cheng Mosheng went to the bathroom to fill in the water, found a freshly washed pajamas, put them on the shelf in the bathroom along with the towels, and then woke up and lay down on the sofa Wen Yue is about to fall asleep.

"I've adjusted the water temperature. I'll go to bed after taking a shower. I'll make your bed."

Wen Li, who was half asleep and half awake, opened his eyes in a daze, and muttered: "Mom, aren't you going to work tonight?"

Cheng Mosheng: "...I'm not your mother."

Wen Li: "I just met a man, he is so annoying, he forced me to drink super bitter medicine!"

Cheng Mosheng: "You are sick, you should take medicine."

Wen Li: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Cheng Mosheng raised his forehead: "Then do you still need to take a bath?"

Wen Li: "Yes! Can you wash it for me?"

Cheng Mosheng: "Wash it yourself."

Wen Li: "Woooo, you don't love me anymore. You used to help me take a bath and sing nursery rhymes to me."

Cheng Mosheng didn't understand why someone could look like a drunk after having a fever.

Of course, Cheng Mosheng didn't intervene in the last shower, because just when Cheng Mosheng made up his mind to forgive him this time and followed Wen Li to the bathroom door, the feverish "drunkard" turned his head and glared at him: "Why are you still following me? Will you take a shower with me?"

Cheng Mosheng silently recited "Don't fuss with patients" three times, then left with a smile: "No, of course not."

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When Wen Yue woke up the next day, his fever almost subsided. When he was sober, he found that the room was strange, the bed was strange, the layout was strange, and even the clothes he had never seen before!

The memory stays in the moment when Cheng Mosheng said in the elevator that he would take him home, he got out of bed, put on his slippers, and turned the doorknob—this room is facing the living room, as soon as he opened the door, he could see Cheng Mosheng wearing casual home clothes , sitting on the sofa, with a newspaper spread out in front of him, with a remote control on it, and the host on the TV is rapping.

"Are you awake? Feeling hungry? I heated porridge in the pot."

"Am I at your house?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Cheng Mosheng turned the TV to silent and nodded: "You had a fever yesterday, I wanted to take you home, but you refused to tell me your home address, so I had to bring you to my house."

Wen Li thanked: "Thank you."

Cheng Mo replied, "You're welcome."

The atmosphere returned to silence.

Wen Yue didn't feel too hungry, but he still went to the kitchen to fill a small bowl of porridge under Cheng Mosheng's instructions.While serving the porridge, Cheng Mosheng reached out and touched his forehead, but Wen Li quickly avoided him.

"Why are you hiding so fast? Let me see if your fever has subsided."

Wen Yue didn't let him touch it, and tried the temperature by himself: "It's almost there."

Cheng Mosheng looked at him with a smile: "You don't remember anything about last night?"

"What happened last night..." Wen Li said slowly, with doubts in his tone.Seeing his appearance, Cheng Mosheng knew that he probably didn't remember, "It's nothing, it's just quite noisy."

Wen Li paused.

He had an ominous feeling.

It is true that he has been in good health these years, and he has never even had a small cold, but he has forgotten that once he gets sick, his IQ will plummet, he can't remember anything in a daze, and he always makes some ridiculous things.

He thought that the last time he got sick was when Yan Gu was by his side.

This guy not only laughed at him for a long time, but also recorded the video, and played it in front of his eyes again and again, with a cheap look.Fortunately, Wen Li seized the opportunity to delete it later, otherwise I don't know how long he would be ridiculed by Yan Gu.

Thinking of Yan Gu, Wen Li's calm heart rippled again, he drove away all the wild thoughts in his head, silently finished the half bowl of porridge in his hand, hesitated for two seconds, "I... what did I do last night?" ?”

Hope it's not something embarrassing.

"Let me think about it, does it count if you keep hugging me and calling you mom?"

Wen Li:! ! !

His eyes widened: "Really?"

Cheng Mosheng teased him: "Do you want to listen to the audio?"

Wen Li cautiously asked, "Is there really?"

Cheng Mosheng smiled: "I lied to you."

Wen Li didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Really not." Cheng Mosheng reassured repeatedly, but Wen Li still didn't believe him, his suspicious eyes turned around Cheng Mosheng, making Cheng Mosheng dumbfounded.

In order not to let Wen Li get to the bottom of it, Cheng Mosheng changed the subject: "When do you have time, let's go and see the wedding dress and wedding ring together?"

The wedding date is still two weeks away, whether it is long or short, Cheng's mother has already started urging him.Although Cheng's mother was also watching, marriage is a matter between two people, and the parties cannot be ignorant of everything.

Originally, Wen Li didn't even want to hold a wedding, it was just a fake marriage with a one-year agreement, but now it's going well, and after a year, they still go their separate ways.However, it is impossible for parents to pass without a wedding. Wen Li has no relatives here, but the Cheng family is a big family, so the wedding will naturally not be sloppy.

So even though Wen Li was unwilling, he didn't refuse. Hearing Cheng Mosheng's question, he thought for a while: "I have relatively loose time, when is it convenient for you? By the way, don't you have to go to work today?" Wen Li took a look Time, today is still a working day.

"I changed shifts with my colleagues." Cheng Mosheng said, "In this case, I have an operation tomorrow, and I will be on duty for the next two days, so next Monday, okay?"

"OK."

After confirming the time, Wen Yue pulled the pajamas on his body: "Where are my clothes?"

"Auntie Cleaning took it away and washed it together in the morning. I'll bring it to you next time we meet. You can wear mine today. It might be bigger." Cheng Mosheng went to the bedroom and found a T-shirt and trousers. "New , just washed, I haven't worn it."

Wen Li went to the room to change his clothes, the trousers were going to be longer.One of the things that Wen Li regrets the most during adolescence is that he didn’t grow to 1.8 meters. It may be that he didn’t keep up with his nutrition when he was a child.

Cheng Mosheng is tall and has long legs, at least 1.8 meters five or more by visual inspection.Wen Li rolled up his trousers and walked out. Cheng Mosheng saw him, and went into the room to find two small rubber bands, and tied them around Wen Li's ankles. The slacks became legged trousers, and the length became just right.

Wen Yue was still thinking about the car parked in the parking lot. Cheng Mosheng said he would take him there. The car was sprayed with a new freshener, which had a mild smell. Wen Yue was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing Cheng Mosheng's clothes from head to toe. "I'll wash it and send it to you in a few days." Wen Yue said when he was about to reach the destination.

Cheng Mosheng glanced at him, Wen Li was slightly shorter than him, with a thin figure, and the large T-shirt was empty on his body.For a while, Cheng Mosheng's thoughts drifted a little far away, and he remembered the movie that his roommate in the upper bunk handed him to watch during school.

The heroine in the film only wears a white shirt, the length is just enough to cover the buttocks, and the roommate told him that it is a "boyfriend shirt", which is half-covered and the most attractive.

Cheng Mosheng was not interested in the heroine in the film, so he put it aside after watching it for a few seconds.

At that time, he didn't understand the mean expression on the upper bunk, but now he saw Wen Li, he could taste a little bit of it.

He recalled that the aesthetics of the upper bunk are always petite girls, and he also dislikes Cheng Mosheng's aesthetics, saying that he doesn't understand what makes a tough man look good, and how can a woman feel comfortable.

Cheng Mosheng was too lazy to argue with him.

He had been in several relationships later, but the first few relationships ended without a problem. The last time when he was planning the blueprint of his future life, the other party suddenly regretted it, saying that his family had found him a marriage partner and was already preparing the wedding invitation.

At that time, the same-sex marriage law in China had not yet been passed, and the other party did not introduce the marriage partner to Cheng Mosheng. Cheng Mosheng only saw it once from a distance, and it was a girl.

The girl wore a low ponytail and smiled softly. When Cheng Mosheng saw her, she was arranging the collar of her fiancé, stroking an unironed wrinkle on the clothes with her fingers, and said angrily that she didn't see it when she was ironing , I shouldn't have chosen this dress to wear today.

At this time, Cheng Mosheng was a little tired. This relationship lasted the longest and had the deepest affection. Perhaps what the upper bunk said was not unreasonable. Same-sex people are more restrained by nature.

Dazed from the memory, Cheng Mosheng saw Wen Li blinking at him suspiciously, as if wondering why he was staring at him in a daze.

"Don't bother." He continued Wen Li's last sentence, "You can keep the clothes."