Married with my partner in a fanfiction

After a night without dreams, Gu Huai woke up on time at seven o'clock under the influence of his biological clock.

He has not given himself a holiday for sixteen consecutive months, and has been betrayed by various notices day and night.

Of course, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of busyness, but occasionally when he watched the sky light up little by little, he felt that something was missing.

And in the dozens of early mornings that he didn't know if he really existed in the past few days, he woke up rushing to Zhang Nansheng.

It's not the same as before.

It's very different.

The sun in the twelfth lunar month is as lazy as a human being. When Gu Huai opened his eyes, there was only a not-so-obtrusive light outside, which was hazy behind the double-layered curtains.

After turning on the air conditioner in the middle of the night and running it all night, his throat was a little dry from the steam.

He tried to stand up and get up to pour a glass of water, but he only made a slight movement, and the sleeping person next to him twisted and whimpered, and he stopped again.

He originally planned to go back to his room after Uncle Ye left, but Nansheng dozed off and fell asleep at half past one o'clock in the morning. He watched the plot of Piaokong, held back his embarrassment and yelled twice, and then closed the door at some point. eyeballed.

The plot point is really deducted.

The only good thing is that Zhang Nansheng has his own heater, and it looks like a small sun is installed under the quilt. He slept very comfortably in the warm atmosphere that night.

He turned slightly sideways, and Zhang Nansheng's peaceful sleeping face lay quietly on his left hand.

A ray of sunlight that wasn't too harsh appeared between the curtains, sliding from his eyes, across the bridge of his nose, to his chin, and his Adam's apple rolled under the shadow of his chin. He licked his lips, as if dreaming of something delicious thing.

At such a close distance, Gu Huai could smell the soft fragrance on his body, which should belong to Zhang Nansheng himself. In reality, he also smelled it on him when eating.

Very soft and light, a bit like a cat that just got out of the bath.

Gu Huai remembered that Zhang Nansheng said last night that he was 23 years old, but he looked no different from a high school student, with blurred jawline, and some bulging cheeks from the side, every cell was written soft and waxy.

He guessed that if he touched it, he could be sure that his hair was also soft.

He raised his hand and stopped at a centimeter away from his hair, then followed the outline from the brow bone to the chin, and finally retracted his hand.

Something called reason in his heart rang and vibrated, Gu Huai swallowed and prepared to get up.

Like every filming, entering the film does not mean that he is really in the film, even though this time he is personally on the scene and he is playing himself.

Suddenly, the person under the quilt suddenly raised his leg, fell, and landed on his lap with a "boom".

He straightened his body instinctively, then laughed.

People who have been peaceful all night, how come in the morning, their sleeping appearance starts to reveal their true nature again.

Gu Huai lightly lifted his half of the quilt, put his hands on Zhang Nansheng's trousers, and prepared to remove the weight of Zhang Nansheng on him.

Then in the next second, Zhang Nansheng's hand that was hanging on his chest slid an arc in the air and landed on his...

Gu Huai: "..."

The lower abdomen tensed instantly.

He's a normal man, a healthy normal man.

So there is the sensitivity that healthy men should have in the morning.

It's okay - if Zhang Nansheng didn't rub his hands up and down like a cat.

With a sullen face, Gu Huai held Zhang Nansheng's industrious wrist.

Suddenly, he felt that the person he held in his hand seemed to move slightly, which was the kind of light shock when he suddenly woke up.

Don't wake up.

Gu Huai prayed in his heart.

The current situation is too embarrassing for him to bear.

Fortunately, Zhang Nansheng just moved his shoulders, broke free from his hand, then turned sideways to the other side and continued to sleep.

Gu Huai's nerves relaxed instantly, but a certain part of his body that was already awake did not stop. He gritted his teeth and took a few deep breaths, but still could not suppress it, and finally resigned himself to his fate and got out of bed.

The room was extremely dry due to the overnight operation of the air conditioner. Before he left, he turned on the humidifier again. When he opened the door and walked out, Uncle Ye was standing at the door with his arms in front of him, looking like he had been waiting for a while.

He didn't finish the three o'clock plot point last night, so Uncle Ye naturally didn't get woken up. He slept peacefully in the guest room all night, and greeted him as soon as he heard movement in his room.

"Master, breakfast is ready. Today's morning meeting will start in an hour. Would you like to eat on the way or ask them to postpone the meeting for half an hour?"

As expected of an experienced old housekeeper, Uncle Ye tacitly did not ask a word.

"Come on," Gu Huai's voice was hoarse, and he froze as soon as he uttered a word. The air conditioner really couldn't be turned on overnight.

"As planned," he said, "I'll have breakfast later."

"Okay." Uncle Ye nodded.

Then as soon as he looked down, he saw a bulge that shouldn't be seen.

Ah, it's good to be young.Energetic.

Gu Huai didn't pay attention to Uncle Ye's gaze, walked straight forward, thought of something and said, "Bring Nan Sheng breakfast later, prepare a cup of warm honey water."

"Don't call him, wait until he wakes up." Gu Huai added.

"Yes." Uncle Ye agreed, lowering his head and smiling.

He naturally understood, how can he not be tired after a whole night of tossing around.

He looked up again at his young master.

He also insisted that he didn't like them, and almost wrote his care on his forehead.

Very good, very good.

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When the sound at the door completely disappeared, Zhang Nansheng was counting to 220 two against the grid on the ceiling.

This number itself is meaningless, but when you meet him, the meaning will naturally be profound.

This represents his stupid brain, dirty hands, and, dirty life.

There is nothing wrong with poor sleeping posture, and there is nothing wrong with dreaming. Dreaming in dreams... It should not be a big deal for people who get along day and night.

After all, what you see every day and what you dream at night, who can control what you dream about!

But the combination of these things doesn't feel quite right.

In the beginning, he only dreamed that he was sitting at a large table and happily eating meat. The pork belly was grilled crispy and delicious, and it was so oily when he took a bite.

Zheng Yi handed him a lettuce wrap next to him, but he refused as soon as he waved his hand, and righteously said: "Please don't insult pork belly!"

At this moment, Gu Huai walked over.

Zheng Yi squeezed his arm: "I want to sign, I want to sign!"

He smiled dismissively, "Look at mine if you want an autograph."

Then walking forward, Baji kissed Gu Huai on the lips.There was also a mouthful of pork belly oil left.

He was triumphant, "Did you see that!"

Gu Huai stood there noncommittal about his behavior, and then took out an object from behind.

"What is this?" Both he and Zheng Yi came together.

"Big sweet potato." Gu Huai said, "I'll eat it for you."

Then Gu Huai's little assistant jumped out of nowhere, excited like a primitive tribe dancing a hula dance, "If you eat barbecue, you have to eat big sweet potatoes. Our teacher Gu's sweet potatoes are the biggest."

He wondered: "Really?"

Gu Huai's expression was serious: "Yes."

Then he took the big sweet potato and stroked it.

Touched again.

The sweet potato seems to change from cooked to raw, and gradually grows bigger and bigger.

"Huh? This sweet potato is so strange——"

That's when he woke up.

If given a choice, he would rather die suddenly before waking up.

He remembered the saying, some people are alive, but they are dead.

He, Zhang Nansheng, died in an early morning of unknown year, month and day.

The cause of death is unknown.When police arrived at the scene, they saw only a faceless man.

Because he has no face.

There was a raging fire burning through him.

Then, under the pinnacle of acting skills in his life, he withdrew his hand holding "Sweet Potato" and slowly turned around.

Life is short, and it's over...

By the time Zhang Nansheng sorted out his mood, it was already an hour later.

He got up and went downstairs, the servant saw him get up and brought the breakfast he had prepared earlier.

A glass of honey lemonade, fried eggs, cherry tomatoes...and, a big, thick and long sweet potato.

Or purple potato.

System, are you there?Are you playing with me?

The system actually responded.

[Good morning host, purple sweet potato is rich in nutrients, it can prevent cancer and anti-aging, and it can also supplement the lack of energy and blood caused by vigorous energy consumption. ]

Back off, he wants to die.

After breakfast in a complicated and heavy mood, Zhang Nansheng got up, and a phone rang in the study not far away.

Zhang Nansheng walked over.

Still a landline.

"Hello." Zhang Nansheng picked it up.

"You..." There was some hesitation on the phone, "Who are you?"

Zhang Nansheng felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Ah Huai, but his cell phone can't get through...Who are you?"

Zhang Nansheng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Bao Huo?"

The author has something to say: never dare to look at sweet potatoes.

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 42 bottles of sleeves; 10 bottles of Lin Wanwan; 1 bottle of jelly grass;

Thanks for feeding!