Rumors are strictly prohibited

After getting off the car, Qi Ji didn't dare to look up at the assistant at all, and could only say "thank you" when he took the luggage, but Wan Chukong stopped him before his hand touched the lever.

Qi Ji piled the mask up to his chin, didn't do any styling today, his hair was covered by the hat to cover his eyelashes, and his hair trembled in the blink of an eye, making him look younger, "I can do it myself."

Wan Chukong changed his hands, and blocked his body, "It's a matter of convenience."

The assistant dutifully stood aside, pretending to be deaf and blind, and almost whistled to the sky, and finally waited until Wan Chukong said "You can go back", and immediately the oil on the soles of his feet disappeared.

Qi Ji said dryly, "He must have found out."

"What did you find?" Wan Chukong looked normal, "He didn't."

No wonder!

From now on, Qi Ji didn't dare to look directly at Wan Chukong's assistant. He would feel guilty when he saw him. He was driving diligently in front, but the two of them secretly kissed in the back. It was really immoral.

After all the fuss in the car just now, his whole body was hot. When he entered the elevator, he immediately took off his hat, rubbed his hair and shook his head. Seeing Wan Chukong staring at him, he raised his head and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Originally, he wanted to choke the other party, but Wan Chukong replied: "We finally met, can't I see you more?"

Qi Ji's ears were soft and he blushed easily, so he pulled up the mask silently, revealing only his eyes.

Wan Chukong lowered his head and got closer, he immediately pointed up: "There is a camera."

Wan Chukong paused, raised his hand to remove the hair that was pinned to his ear, and asked extra deliberately, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Qi Ji wished he could pull the mask over his eyes to cover his entire face.Under Wan Chukong's gaze, he abruptly changed the subject: "By the way, how could you just say that Qiqi is fat in the Weibo you posted a few days ago? Little tomcats also have dignity."

Wan Chukong seemed to have successfully diverted his attention. After thinking for a while, he asked at the moment the elevator door opened: "Are there any sterilized ones?"

Qi Ji staggered, turned his head and said quietly: "Qiqi should have scratched you, right?"

"Yes." Wan Chukong nodded generously.

As soon as he entered the door, he rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of Qi Ji. Qi Ji noticed that the watch on his wrist was the one he gave him.

"The cat scratched it." Wan Chukong said.

Qi Ji was stunned for a moment. He didn't wear contact lenses today, so he couldn't see the scratches on the man's arm that were so shallow that they were almost invisible.

Qi Ji hesitated for a moment, and said against his conscience: "It still...it hurts."

"It hurts." Wan Chukong said.

Seeing that he still didn't move his arm, Qi Ji raised his head in doubt.

Wan Chukong: "Blow blow."

Qi Ji: "..."

Sometimes he really couldn't tell whether the other party was joking or serious. In order not to embarrass himself, he simply followed Wan Chukong's words and continued: "Then what reward do I get for blowing it?"

Wan Chukong was a little surprised, "What reward do you want?"

Qi Ji put his hand on his wrist subconsciously, and tapped the strap lightly with his fingers. The atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason. Although it was not as exciting as the excitement of being discovered in the car just now, Wan Chukong kept looking at him, and even pressed the button with his backhand. Grabbing his wrist lightly.

Qi Ji couldn't resist, so he surrendered immediately.

"I don't want rewards!"

He lowered his head and looked around for his luggage, "I'll pack it first, you can go into the living room..."

"Can't I just watch from the sidelines?"

"What's so good about this?"

"I'll pick you up at the airport and go home with you, but you want me to sit in the living room alone and pack up by myself," Wan Chukong analyzed to him seriously, "This is not like a relationship with a couple."

Qi Ji was stunned, even ignoring Wan Chukong's words, "What does that look like?"

"Like a nurturing relationship."

"..."

Qi Ji pointed at himself and at the other party, and said in disbelief, "Who will take care of whom?"

"It will be all right."

Qi Ji was silent, he didn't even dare to ask Wan Chukong what he watched recently.

Qi Ji sincerely suggested: "A more ordinary relationship is fine."

"Then let me clean it up with you."

Qi Ji didn't dare to be polite anymore, so he nodded quickly.

Wan Chukong mentioned again: "You haven't blown me away yet."

Qi Ji froze, and said in a low voice, "You're not quite right today..."

"Really?" Wan Chukong lowered his eyes, his thick black eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and his voice also lowered, "If you don't like it, I can restrain myself a bit."

Qi Ji quickly waved his hand: "I don't dislike it, so don't hold back... Um, do you want to go to my room first?"

Wan Chukong raised the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

Qi Ji felt that he had been fooled.

Qi Ji packed things quickly, put the daily necessities back to their original places, threw some clothes into the washing machine, and put on his glasses by the way.Wan Chukong helped him re-lay the sheets and quilt. Qi Ji originally wanted to help him, but he didn't expect the man to be so agile.

"Why are you so proficient?" Qi Ji asked.

Wan Chukong replied: "I lived outside alone in high school, and I moved back to live with my family after college."

Qi Ji nodded, his eyes still looking at him.

Wan Chukong turned his head and waved at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You seem to be able to do everything. I stayed at school for a long time, but I was still clumsy." Qi Ji sighed sincerely as he walked over.

"Would you like to live with me then?"

Qi Ji was stunned, his dumbfounded look a little funny.

"Just kidding." Wan Chukong folded the quilt and put one leg half on the edge of the bed, "We're going to do it secretly."

"Don't keep mentioning it, and don't practice it at all!"

Qi Ji finally came to his senses.

"I'm not right?" Wan Chukong stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms, the distance between the two of them shortened, Qi Ji consciously took off his glasses, waited for a few seconds but the kiss did not fall.

As if remembering something, he lifted Wan Chukong's arm and blew a few breaths, and raised his head as if to ask for credit.

"What is this for?" Wan Chukong has always been good at teasing cats.

Qi Ji was honest: "I'm huh."

"Well, what then?" Wan Chukong asked him.

"Then there should be rewards."

Wan Chukong looked at him: "Didn't you say you don't want rewards?"

Qi Ji faltered: "...I want it again."

"What reward do you want, how will I know if you don't tell me?"

Qi Ji had no choice but to half-open his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, and hinted as much as possible.

There was an obvious smile in Wan Chukong's eyes, "Didn't you kiss enough in the car just now?"

Qi Ji thought again of the two people carrying the assistant behind their backs, kissing carefully and silently in the back seat, body fluid was unconsciously secreted from the mouth, and the eyelashes were trembling when they closed their eyes, and asked softly: "There must be a voice..."

The afternoon sun smelled of sweet oranges, and the clothes were all washed but no one came to pick them up.

The curtains in the room were fully drawn but still light came in, and they could see each other clearly in the semi-dark room.The laundry detergent that Qi Ji bought in the supermarket a while ago included orange-flavored fragrance beads as a gift, which melted as soon as it touched water, turning into a slippery mucus that melted into soft clothes, and white foam appeared when rubbing. The knuckles of the fingers were red and pink from repeated rubbing and scrubbing, and the bed sheet was even more wrinkled in the palm of the hand.

The heating is too high in winter, the neck and shoulders are wet, sweat is everywhere, the cool watch strap suddenly sticks to the skin, Qi Ji shivered, and whimpered, the eyelashes seemed to be wet with water, glistening wetly, the voice was louder than It is a little thicker than usual, but it still sounds good.

He grabbed Wan Chukong's wrist, hooked his light white finger to the watch strap, and his voice was a little trembling: "Slow down, slow down..."

"No, there will be no sound if you slow down." Wan Chukong bit his ear and said nasty words.

Qi Ji shook his head, his voice was covered by the sound of the washing machine turning again, and he felt aggrieved.

"Don't you like it baby?"

"do not like……"

Wan Chukong leaned close to his ear, "Then I won't restrain myself."

Qi Ji didn't understand, can people be so bad? !

In the end, Wan Chukong went to dry the clothes. Qi Ji was so tired that he fell asleep. He vaguely seemed to hear someone talking to Wan Chukong in the middle of the journey. When he woke up, he didn't see anyone, but his phone was placed beside the bed.

Qi Ji touched the crack on the screen, cut his hands slightly, looked up and found Wan Chukong standing quietly beside the bed, his whole body trembled in fright.

The sky was getting dark, the curtains were drawn tightly again, and the room was pitch-black. Wan Chukong asked him, "Scared you? Do you want to turn on the light?"

Qi Ji nodded, "You make no sound when you walk..."

"I didn't walk, I just stood." Wan Chukong turned on the light, and his expression warmed up under the bright light.

Qi Ji had a complicated expression: "Is it just to scare me by standing there?"

"No." Wan Chukong leaned over and rubbed against him, put the phone back in his hand, "Are you hungry, go out to eat?"

Qi Ji responded and was too lazy to get up again. The last dinner for the two of them was settled at home, and Wan Chukong cooked.

The ridiculous days passed very briefly. As soon as Qi Ji's airport map was posted that day, sharp-eyed fans recognized that the person carrying the luggage was Wan Chukong's assistant.

A comment on Weibo was liked and became a hot comment: not only the driver belongs to Wan Chukong, but even the car belongs to Wan Chukong...

Reply to the comment: be strict, and so are people.