After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

When Gu Xie returned home from work, he immediately saw Mo Wenqiao who was sitting on the suitcase without any image at the gate of the community.

He parked the car beside him and pressed the window: "Why are you here?"

Mo Wenqiao didn't know how long he had been waiting here. He suddenly heard Gu Xie's voice and thought he was hallucinating from hunger. When he turned his head and saw Gu Xie's face, he was almost moved to tears.

"Why did you come here?"

The voice couldn't help but feel a little more aggrieved.

Gu Xie opened the car door, stood in front of him, looked down at him, and asked again: "Why are you here?"

The voice is soft and gentle.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm coming to find you?" Mo Wenqiao stood up and stamped his numb leg.

He passed Gu Xie to open his car door and sat in: "Let's go."

Gu Xie came back from the earliest flight yesterday, and stayed at the company for two days immediately after returning, not even returning home.

Not to mention reading WeChat messages.

"Where?"

Mo Wenqiao poked his head out of the car door: "Your home."

Gu Xie sighed, and stuffed Mo Wenqiao's luggage into the trunk.

"How long did you wait?"

Mo Wenqiao took off his mask and hat, and leaned his head against the car window, watching the scenery slowly passing by outside: "It didn't take long, just seven hours."

Gu Xie looked at him through the rearview mirror and explained, "I didn't know you were coming."

Mo Wenqiao glanced at him, then looked away: "Yes."

That look was caught by Gu Xie, he knew that Mo Wenqiao was throwing a temper tantrum, and he was angry that he didn't see the WeChat, and that he kept him waiting for so long.

The relationship between the two has unknowingly become what it is now, and even losing their temper seems too ambiguous.

Gu Xie opened the door and turned on the light: "Are you hungry? Would you like some food?"

Mo Wenqiao looked at Gu Xie suspiciously. A rich young man like Gu Xie doesn't seem like someone who can cook: "You cook?"

"Quick-frozen dumplings," Gu Xie opened the refrigerator, "The aunt who cooks at home will come back tomorrow, so I can only make do."

"Okay, you cook."

Mo Wenqiao leaned against the back of the sofa, not wanting to move.

Gu Xie is very familiar with the process of cooking dumplings, he is not as young as Mo Wenqiao imagined.

When he was in college, he moved out to rent a house by himself. He did all the daily housework by himself, and occasionally cooked, but he could only cook some very simple dishes.

After founding Xunsheng Entertainment, he began to find someone to handle some trivial matters in life.

Put the cooked dumplings on the table and call Mo Wenqiao to eat.

Mo Wenqiao had been hungry for a whole day, and when he saw the dumplings, he was like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb, his eyes lit up, and he wiped out a big bowl full of them.

After eating, he leaned against the backrest and narrowed his eyes contentedly.

Gu Xie put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, dried her hands with a towel, and sat down across the Mo Wen Bridge.

The two were silent for a moment.

Mo Wenqiao opened his eyes a little and stared at him for a while.

Gu Xie was reading a book, but he couldn't understand the title of the book, and he didn't know which language it was in.He looked at it seriously, and had no intention of talking to Mo Wenqiao at all.

Mo Wenqiao sat up straight, and tapped his index finger on the table lightly, making a "dong dong" sound to attract Gu Xie's attention.

Gu Xie looked up at him suspiciously.

Mo Wenqiao poked the decorative vase on the table with the finger he just tapped on it: "Have you considered what you said the night before yesterday?"

Gu Xie was stunned for a while, her fingertips trembled slightly, but she didn't speak.

"You hung up the phone that day without hearing my answer." Mo Wenqiao leaned forward, eyes wide open not to let go of any slight movement of the other party, "My answer is yes."

"You want to take care of me, I am very willing."

Mo Wenqiao's expression was unprecedentedly serious,

Gu Xie's breathing stagnates, and her heart beats slightly faster.

He secretly hated himself for not living up to expectations, put down the book calmly, and said in an orderly manner: "I have very high demands on my foster objects."

Mo Wenqiao slightly raised his eyebrows, crossed his legs and said, "Say it."

Gu Xie took a deep breath, and looked at him: "I don't want my foster object to still think about others when he's with me."

Whether it's Ling An, or any other messy Bai Yueguang, when you're with him, you must only have him in your eyes.

Mo Wenqiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry about this, I don't have anyone else in my heart."

Gu Xie pursed her lips, noncommittal to his answer.

Mo Wenqiao asked, "Any other requests?"

"Gone."

"It's that simple?" Mo Wenqiao laughed, eyebrows curved, "Then I also have a request."

Gu Xie picked up the water glass and raised her eyes: "What?"

Mo Wenqiao: "You can no longer not reply to my messages like before."

Gu Xie lowered her eyes and said softly, "Okay."

It was the first time for Mo Wenqiao to be taken care of by someone, and he still felt it was very novel.

After taking a shower, he took out a pajamas from the suitcase he brought and put it on, walked out of the bathroom, and sat down beside Gu Xie.

Gu Xie is watching a movie, it's a romance movie, the male protagonist is a bit familiar, like an artist from Xunsheng Entertainment.

He really cares about the young artists in his company.

Xunsheng Entertainment mainly cultivates idols, and all the young artists are well-groomed and able to sing.

Mo Wenqiao hummed in his heart, took the remote control, and turned off the movie.

"What are you doing?" Gu Xie turned to look at him.

His eyes slid down from his face and landed on his exposed half of his chest.

The original owner often exercises and has a very attractive figure, the kind that is not embarrassing to go out with his upper body naked.

Gu Xie stretched out her hand and pulled Mo Wenqiao's pajamas tight with her slender fingers: "Wear the clothes well, what do they look like if they are disheveled?"

Mo Wenqiao held his wrist, looking at Gu Xie with pale eyes.

Gu Xie's eyes were very clean, and when he met his gaze, his eyes were all over him.

"What's the matter?" Gu Xie struggled lightly, then let it go when she couldn't, and turned on the TV again with the other hand.

The unsightly movie continued to play on the TV.

"What's so good about this movie?"

Mo Wenqiao frowned, grabbed the remote control and turned off the movie, found a certain web drama that the original owner had acted in from the video software, and played it.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Gu Xie broke free from his shackles, held his hand again, and let him mess around.

The original owner was not well-known before, and his acting skills were mediocre, and the scripts he received were all outrageous romance films about killing Matt Mary Su that elementary school students would not even watch.

When the opening song was played, a man who looked exactly like Mo Wenqiao appeared on the screen, with red hair on his top, he pressed the girl who was suspected of being the heroine against the wall: "Girl, don't even think about escaping from the palm of my young master. "

The girl blushed, and punched the man's chest with her small fists: "Huangfu Dalong, you scoundrel who doesn't know how to respect others, I will never like you!"

The man covered his chest and smiled evilly: "They are right, women just love duplicity."

Seeing this, Mo Wenqiao leaned back with question marks all over his head, as if he saw something terrible and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

He covered Gu Xie's eyes with one hand to prevent him from seeing such a shameful scene, and looked around for the remote control with the other hand.

He also didn't expect that clicking on a play at random would be such an indescribable thing.

The voice on the TV continued, and the male voice pretending to be affectionate became more greasy: "Hit me, the more you hit me, the happier I am..."

Before Huan could say "Like", there was a "pop", and the TV screen went black again.

Gu Xie couldn't hold back his laughter, he removed Mo Wenqiao's hand and laughed out loud.

shame.

Mo Wenqiao twitched the corners of his mouth, watching him laugh and collapse on the sofa.

In the end, I couldn't help but raise the corner of my mouth.