And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Wen Gu buckled his hand subconsciously, and then released it quietly.

"What are you pretending to be sleeping for?" He asked, "Why is it disobedient to tell you to go to bed early?"

Sheng Zhixin opened his eyes and traced the outline of his facial features in the dark, feeling sore in his heart.

"Mr. Wen, I've made up my mind."

Wen Gu's voice could not hear any emotional ups and downs: "Well, what have you thought about?"

Sheng Zhixin's face was hot, and he whispered: "Think about... your question from yesterday."

Wen Gu stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "What's my problem? I can't remember."

This man is too much.

Sheng Zhixin made a gesture to pull his hand out, but was held back tightly.

"Tell me," Wen Gu lifted the quilt and sat down beside him, "What's the problem?"

Sheng Zhixin closed his eyes, his heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of his chest: "I... like you and want to be with you."

"is it?"

Wen Gu let go of his hand and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light was shining in the room, Sheng Zhixin shook his body, and subconsciously turned his face away, but his chin was pinched and he turned back.

Wen Gu lowered his eyes, and pressed his cold fingertips on his cheek: "What are you hiding from?"

He paused, leaned down slightly, his hair fell from the side of his ears and fell on Sheng Zhixin's face, a little itchy.

"I......"

Sheng Zhixin only felt that his face was going to burn, it must be terribly red, and there was nothing to hide under the light, so he simply didn't cover it up, and looked at Wen Gu without any concealment.

A smile flashed across Wen Gu's eyes, and he let go of the hand holding his face: "I won't tease you anymore, go to sleep."

Is this over?

Sheng Zhixin was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve.

"What are you doing?" Wen Gu said, "Don't let me go?"

Sheng Zhixin didn't nod or shake his head, he pursed his lips for a while before holding back a sentence: "You... are you leaving now?"

Wen Gu raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise?"

He stretched out his hand to touch Sheng Zhixin's face with a half-smile: "The doctor said that your legs still need time to recover, and you can't do strenuous exercise, so if you really want to..."

"I do not have!"

Sheng Zhixin straightened up straight from the bed: "I never thought about..."

Wen Gu took him into his arms and patted him: "Okay, if you don't want to, go to sleep."

Sheng Zhixin rested his chin on his shoulder, leaned into his neck and sniffed, and said in a muffled voice, "I haven't given you the aromatherapy you promised."

"Remember?"

Wen Gu stuck to his ear and whispered: "When you are discharged from the hospital, move to my house. I have it there, and you can use it as you like."

"Oh."

Sheng Zhixin reluctantly came out of his arms: "Be careful when you go back."

"Okay," Wen Gu leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, "I love you, good night."

Depend on.

Sheng Zhixin's face, which had just cooled down, burned up again. He watched the man walk to the door before turning his eyes away, and turned off the bedside lamp with some disappointment.

Why didn't he have the courage to say "I love you" back?

***

When Lin Monai came to deliver his meals the next morning, he saw Sheng Zhixin leaning on the bed and giggling.

He put the millet porridge and steamed stuffed bun in his hand on the bedside table: "I think it's your leg that's broken, isn't your brain working too well?"

Sheng Zhixin reached out to take the millet porridge, opened the lid and drank it in small sips: "No."

"Then why are you so silly?" Lin Monai sat down, "You are really scared to be a father like this."

Sheng Zhixin sighed, put down the porridge bowl, and hooked his fingers to Lin Monai: "Come here."

Lin Monai leaned down hesitantly, and heard his artist whisper in his ear: "I'm with Mr. Wen."

After speaking, he immediately backed away, and quickly reached out to pick up the porridge bowl and took a sip.

Lin Monai's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head: "Don't say good things twice, you must have heard it clearly just now, think again."

"I don't want to," Lin Monai gritted his teeth, "When did you two get married?"

"Don't use the word 'engage', or it will appear that our relationship is very immoral."

Sheng Zhixin put the finished porridge aside, and leaned on the pillow wearily: "I just confessed my love last night, you were the first to know."

Oh your mother.

Lin Monai's eyes turned around, but it was a pity that he didn't find any weapon in his hand to beat this reckless rebellious son: "Isn't it the last time you were tricked into crying, making trouble, and hanged yourself?"

Sheng Zhixin said seriously: "Teacher Wen is different from Ai Xin."

"What's the difference?" Lin Monai frowned, "Men don't have a good thing!"

Sheng Zhixin raised his forehead, he was embarrassed by his words and scolded the two people present: "Mr. Wen is very gentle and treats me very well."

"I bother."

Lin Monai thought that it was all a disguise, look at how innocent he pretended to be in front of you, but how cruel he was in front of others, only you, a little fool, really believed in that.

But when the words reached the edge of his mouth, he turned around and swallowed them back.

He looked down at the artist who lacked a string in his head, and sighed sincerely: "Stupid people have stupid blessings, Sheng Zhixin."

Sheng Zhixin watched him walk away inexplicably, not knowing why he had angered Manager Lin again, so he took out the mobile phone that had suddenly appeared this morning from under the pillow, and clicked on the top dialog box: "Good morning, good morning, [ Cats compare hearts]"

The other party returned quickly.

【Wind】: early

【Wind】:[kiss]

Sheng Zhixin locked the screen of the phone expressionlessly, and rubbed his face that was starting to get hot again.

Why did even an emoji make him feel like he was being teased?

He took a deep breath, and just as he was about to reply, a phone call came in.

"Are you awake?" Wen Gu asked, "What did you have for breakfast?"

Sheng Zhixin crawled back under the quilt with his mobile phone in his arms: "I eat millet porridge."

"Just millet porridge?"

"There are buns," Sheng Zhixin said, "but I can't eat them."

The background sound on Wen Gu's side was a bit noisy, it seemed that many people were arguing loudly about something.

Wen Gu seemed to be aware of this problem, and changed to a quieter place: "Why don't you eat?"

Sheng Zhixin sighed: "I feel so guilty lying on the bed for so many days, I feel like I have gained a few ounces of flesh."

Wen Gu smiled: "Really?"

"Really," Sheng Zhixin said, "When I was in the men's team, I had to go to the gym four times a week. The coach had to control my carbohydrate intake, which was very hard."

"Is that so?" Wen Gu said, "But the doctor said that you should take nutrition in time now, otherwise the injury will heal slowly, or..."

He paused, and there was a hint of ambiguity in his voice: "You don't want to get well soon and move to my house?"

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment: "How is it possible!"

"So you want to move to my house immediately?"

"That's not the case..."

Someone seemed to be calling him on the phone, Wen Gu hurriedly said: "It's time to start work, eat well, do you hear me?"

Sheng Zhixin gave a "hmm", and finally summoned up the courage to ask, "Mr. Wen, are you still visiting me today?"

"Go," Wen Gu said, "but it will be later."

Sheng Zhixin is usually quite independent, but when he falls in love, especially when he is passionately in love, he likes to cling to others. He was often abused and disgusted by Ai Xin countless times because of this.

Back then, Sheng Zhixin thought about this issue, and finally swore he would never cling to him again when he was scolded so wronged that he wanted to cry, but he still couldn't help sending messages one by one, even though Ai Xin couldn't read it at all. , Let the news that carries the longing sink into the sea.

But now when he came back to his senses, he had already habitually reported to Wen Gu what happened in the first half of the day, whether it was fun or not, he would send it when he thought of it, and he had already sent a lot of things before he knew it.

[Huo Ming kowtowed melon seeds for another day today, is he a melon seed?]

[Wu Tong said that there is a director who wants to ask me to make a drama, but I can't act]

【Does Lin Monai remember that I don't want to eat apples!I'm not his own son anymore! 】

There were seven or eight items like this, but when he wanted to withdraw, he was ruthlessly rejected by the system.

So Sheng Zhixin took a nap with apprehension and uneasiness, and when he woke up in a daze, he saw more than ten small red dots representing new news behind the person's dialog box.

He suddenly lost his sleepiness, and frantically opened the dialogue box, subconsciously thinking that Wen Gu would euphemistically express that he was busy and didn't have time to read his nonsense, but found that his trivial thoughts were actually answered one by one.

【Huo Ming said that eating melon seeds can help him concentrate, which is probably nonsense】

[I probably know what kind of drama it is. I know the director, so I can pick it up and give it a try.]

【Okay, remember that you don't like apples, but you have no right to picky eaters now, I suggest you eat apples well】

After answering all the random thoughts he had sent all morning, Wen Gu sent another photo.In the photo, there are two cats, both of Sanhua, with a strong figure, snuggling up in a nest, basking in the sun and taking a nap.

Sheng Zhixin blinked, and the uneasy corner in his heart that had been empty for a long time was suddenly filled with something, which made him a little at a loss for a while, so he could only reply subconsciously: "Why are you photographing cats?"

"I think it's cute, I'll take a picture for you to see."

"A cat can hug his wife to sleep," Wen Gu sent another message, "but I can't, I have to work part-time, I'm so envious."

...You tell me who your wife is!

Sheng Zhixin gritted his teeth: "Maybe they are just brothers who love each other! You think too much!"

"The important point is that you can't sleep with your wife in your arms. You're a bit biased, Mr. Xiao Sheng."

Hiding under the blanket, Sheng Zhixin wanted to laugh for some reason, but he was afraid that Huo Ming would ask him why he was laughing, so he could only hold back his body trembling.

He was about to say something more when a notification popped up on the top of the phone screen.

[Special concern] @Wind_文: I also want to go home and sleep with my wife.

The accompanying picture is the two three-colored cats cuddling in public without shame.