The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

Yunji opened the door with his room card, and checked the bathroom and bed a little.

Although the facilities are a bit outdated, they are generally clean.

The white gauze curtains hanging beside the bed fluttered slowly in the sea breeze.

The sofa by the window can see the sea not far away, and can faintly hear the rustling of the waves.

Sweating down a little, Yunji remembered that he was only taking care of his anger with Cong Lie and left that idiot Liao Bingqiao in the hall, "It's broken."

He had just taken his room card and was about to go out to find him when the door rang.

"Brother Yun." Liao Bingqiao was holding two big coconuts with the hotel's logo on them, "Ms. Cong asked me to bring them up, saying they were delivered by the counter."

"Sorry, I forgot to call you just now." Yunji apologized to him.

"It's all right." Liao Bingqiao had never stayed in this kind of hotel, and everything he saw was new.

Holding the coconut, he sat up and down on the bed, "Brother, this bed is so soft that people can sink into it."

Yunji smiled and said nothing.

In fact, he couldn't get used to soft beds in his two lifetimes.

He and Cong Lie also slept in a hotel together in the previous life.

The bed was too soft. After doing it, his back was so sore that he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Cong Lie was woken up by him, and asked him unhappily: "Why don't you sleep? Tossing and turning to make people sleep?"

"My back hurts, and I can't sleep." Yun Ji is not without grievances, after all, Cong Lie is also half responsible for his back pain.

But Cong Lie obviously didn't think so, and went to the sofa with the pillow in his arms without saying a word.

In fact, Yunji also wants to sleep on the sofa.

Because compared to such a soft Simmons, it is easier for him to sleep on the sofa.

But Cong Lie had already fallen asleep, and it seemed even more unreasonable for him to grab the sofa with him.

Every time I go out with Cong Lie, Yunji's waist will suffer a lot.

But he was very willing to go out with Cong Lie, because it was better than not seeing each other for several months.

Liao Bingqiao couldn't hear what Yunji was thinking, and rolled happily on the bed.

Because he has never seen the sea, and because Yunji gave him the bed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he was so happy that he gave Yunji a bunch of biscuits.

The program team gave them half a day to rest, and the meeting and recording began the next day.

In the afternoon, Yunji accompanied Liao Bingqiao to a nearby beach and bought two pairs of plastic sandals and a bag of mango mangosteen.

Yunji was a little tired when he returned to the hotel at night.

He took a few bites of the donburi bought outside, and the taste was really hard to describe.

"Brother, what's the matter? Doesn't suit your taste?" Liao Bingqiao ate with gusto, not like he had eaten three airline meals during the day.

Yunji didn't like to spoil other people's appetites, so he just smiled and said, "I'm full from the coconut, I'm not too hungry, and I usually eat less at night."

"Oh," Liao Bingqiao swallowed a mouthful of rice, "Eat more brother, you are too thin. If you don't like what you eat, I'll go out and buy it for you. You don't have to move."

In fact, when he was on the road, Yunji observed the restaurants on the road.

Everything from earthen to foreign is available, and it looks very clean.

But he may not have eaten out for a long time, but he just can't whet his appetite.

Moreover, he is not used to bothering other people's young children, so he casually ate two mouthfuls of food, "It's not to my liking, it's pretty good."

In the past, when he was away from home, there was nothing that didn't suit his appetite. If he didn't eat, he would be hungry, and nothing would happen.

In Yun Shichu's words, it's not a two- or three-year-old child anymore, and someone has to get used to being picky.

But his mouth was not hungry and his stomach was hungry. After nestling on the bed for a while, Yunji remembered the porridge and noodles he often ate at home.

Even once or twice a little stir-fried kale, even if it is sandwiched with some beef, the taste is also very good.

When Cong Lie was at home, he even made Xiaolongbao, and the juice overflowed after one bite.

At that time, Yunji only ate four of them.

I'm hungry now, I feel like I can eat ten.

From the point of view of his life, Cong Lie's skill in cooking is second only to his skill in bed.

But Yunji was too lazy to think of the name.

He showered hungry and was ready to go to bed early.

After he dried himself off and finished blowing his hair, he suddenly found that a lot of his luggage was still there with Cong Lie.

From traditional Chinese medicine to body care products, they are all in Cong Liena.

He didn't want to ask for it, because he didn't even know which room Cong Lie lived in.

Liao Bingqiao was sitting on the corner of the bed, watching variety shows happily.

Tired at the end of the day, Yunji didn't want to disturb him, so he rested quietly on the bed.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Liao Bingqiao stood up and took a look at the cat's eyes, then quickly opened the door, "Teacher Cong."

"Have you eaten yet?" Cong Lie held a bag in each hand.

"I ate, Brother Yun..." Liao Bingqiao looked back and lowered his voice, "I didn't eat much."

Cong Lie gave him all the pockets in his hand, and said simply, "There are porridge and buns in the thermos, and his Chinese medicine in the other cup."

He pointed to the smaller cloth bag, "He wiped his face and body in this one, as well as his pajamas."

Liao Bingqiao nodded hurriedly and watched Cong Lie leave.

Lying on the cotton-like soft bed, Yunji couldn't fall asleep at all, and could hear what they said clearly.

He didn't intend to accept Cong Lie's love at first, but he was quickly shaken by Liao Bingqiao, "Brother, I opened it for you, this porridge is really delicious! There are steamed buns selling outside? Why didn't we see it just now?"

"Oh, I didn't notice either." Yunji got up from the bed, vaguely speaking.

He knew very well that there were mostly fast food and seafood on this street, and there was no noodle shop within one kilometer.

He took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun with the porridge, and he whetted his appetite.

Whoever made the buns can be recognized by touching the tip of his tongue.

It's a pity that there are only four buns, but with porridge, it's just right.

After eating and drinking medicine, Yunji curled up under the blanket like a cat.

After ten o'clock, Liao Bingqiao set the alarm clock and lay down to sleep.

The hotel's central air-conditioning stopped at nine o'clock, and they opened the windows, so it didn't get hot even when there was a little wind.

Perhaps because of the relief in his stomach, Yunji fell asleep quickly.

But in the middle of the night, there was an annoying "buzzing" sound in my ears.

Yunji sinks into a dream and cannot wake up.

The people around were discussing in whispers.

"This is Yun Shichu's eldest son?"

"Yeah, when I first entered Vanity Fair, I thought it was some kind of extraordinary talent, but now I see it, it's just too old!"

"I heard that you are chasing after a singer?"

"Yes, that young man is good, but I don't like him!"

"Young master of the dignified Yun family, you are making such an ugly mess!"

"Do you know? He is too shameless, don't look at him being thrown black and blue, he is afraid that someone will wave his hand at that time, so he will post it without resentment?"

"I've lost his father's face, and the family is unlucky."

"Brother Yun?" Liao Bingqiao looked at Yunji's distressed expression, and patted his face anxiously, "Wake up? What's wrong with you?"

Yunji hummed a couple of times in distress, and said in a low voice, "I didn't, I wasn't..."

"Brother Yun? Are you dreaming?" Liao Bingqiao shook him a little harder.

Yunji raised his body abruptly, and vomited on the side of the bed with a "wow".

Liao Bingqiao was going crazy with fright, and while patting him on the back, he called him: "Brother Yun? Brother Yun?"

He looked at the absent-minded Yunji, and subconsciously called Cong Lie, "Teacher Cong, Brother Yun seems to be sick."

Within a minute, Cong Lie knocked on the door.

He walked quickly to the bed, took a look at the mess on the ground, and sat down next to Yunji without hesitation.

Cong Lie supported his shoulder with one hand, "What's wrong?"

Yunji's eyes were still a little distracted, and he didn't answer him.

"It seems to be a nightmare. He kept denying something just now." Liao Bingqiao waved his hand in the air, "Could it be because there are mosquitos in the room? It's so noisy that he can't sleep well?"

Cong Lie looked at Yunji silently for a while, then patted him on the back lightly, "It's okay, it's okay, maybe I'm a little uncomfortable with the climate."

Yunji's face was very pale, only a pair of eyes were shining brightly.

It's a pity that the brilliance is cold and hopeless, like the returning light of a dying person.

Cong Lie waited for a while, and touched Yunji's forehead reassuringly, "It's all right, borrow mosquito repellent from the front desk, and we won't be arguing for a while."

Yunji seemed to finally understand the sentence, and turned to look at him, "My back is uncomfortable, can't I turn over? It's only important for you to sleep, can't others say that they are uncomfortable?"

Cong Lie didn't understand where this sentence came from, but he didn't dare to deny it, "Yes, why is your waist uncomfortable? Can I rub it?"

"Snapped!"

An extremely loud crackling in the air.

Yunji tried his best to open his hand, and Cong Lie's arm immediately turned red.

Liao Bingqiao's whole body tensed up when he thought of the arguments between the two during the day.

If he wanted to fight Cong Lie and Yunji, he would have to drag him even if he tried his best.

But Cong Lie acted as if he didn't know the pain, carefully shoving Yunji into his arms, "Okay, okay, the bed is too soft, it's uncomfortable to sleep on, isn't it?"

Yunji's forehead was sweating profusely, and the crystals in the corners of his eyes didn't know whether it was sweat or tears, "Get lost."

Liao Bingqiao stood tensely against the wall, wishing he could become one with the wall.

Cong Lie's movements paused for a moment, without speaking to Yunji, he helped him to lie down.

When Yunji lay down, he was lying down, and he barely fell asleep, but he kept moaning unconsciously, as if he was entangled in a nightmare.

Cong Lie called the front desk, and a waiter came to clean up the filth on the ground, and then apologized to them, "The mosquito repellent liquid has been borrowed, and the supermarket has nothing to sell at this time."

Liao Bingqiao was really afraid that Cong Lie would start a fight with the waiter, because he knew that Yunji cared a lot about Cong Lie's reputation.

If he didn't stop Cong Lie from becoming popular, Yunji would definitely get angry again.

But Cong Lie didn't get angry, he just asked the waiter to bring a mosquito coil to this room tomorrow.

The waiter left with a sigh of relief.

Liao Bingqiao watched Cong Lie lift Yunji up from the bed with the quilt in his arms, "Teacher Cong?"

"Do me a favor," Cong Lie said softly, "Come up with me, it's stuck in my pocket."

"Okay, okay." Liao Bingqiao knew that he asked him to help open the door, and hurriedly followed.

The president was on the top floor, and when he got on the elevator, Yunji was uncomfortably illuminated.

Cong Lie bumped up with him in his arms, turned around and used his own shadow to block the light falling on his face.

Liao Bingqiao has been watching from the side, and said cautiously: "There are mosquitoes in the presidential suite too? Is it possible that Brother Yun still can't sleep well?"

Cong Lie glanced at him and said calmly, "My room has mosquito repellent."

Liao Bingqiao didn't dare to say anything, as long as Yunji can rest well.

I have rough skin and thick flesh, if I didn't hear Yunji talking in my sleep, I wouldn't have felt that there were mosquitoes in the room.

In the suite, Liao Bingqiao saw a lot of pots and pans in the kitchen, and the casserole for frying Chinese medicine was still hanging on the countertop to dry.

But this is nothing, there is even an electric steamer next to the gas stove.

He took a long breath, exited the door, and gently put the lock on it.

Cong Lie knelt on the couch with one knee, and slowly put Yunji down.

The sofa in the suite is very spacious and the cushions are well supported.

As soon as Yunji lay down, he shrank towards the side of the cushion.

"Is your waist still tired?" Cong Lie carefully supported his waist, and put a small pillow behind him.

Yunji didn't reply, but his body gradually relaxed.

Just as Cong Lie was about to leave, he heard Yunji humming in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Cong Lie stroked his forehead hair to comfort him.

"Noisy." Yunji was very impatient.

Cong Lie listened quietly for a while, and sure enough, there were mosquitoes flying.

"His mother's presidential suit doesn't even have mosquito coils." Cong Lie cursed in a low voice, and found a list of services in the room as a fan.

He moved a chair and sat down by the sofa, waving a few times in the air.

The mosquitoes subsided, and Yunji slept more soundly.

Cong Lie was beside the sofa, raising his hand to drive away the slightest movement.

The dawn in the south was early, and when the clouds gathered at four or five o'clock, he was awakened by the faint morning light, and saw Cong Lie sitting on his chair with his head down.

He hugged the back of the chair with both hands, holding a crumpled piece of cardboard in his hand.

He didn't wake up in the first place, but based on what he thought before going to bed yesterday, Yunji's first reaction was that Cong Lie came to grab the sofa from him.

Anger surged from the bottom of his heart, Yunji kicked Cong Lie's chair down, "Didn't I tell you to get lost?!"

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The author has something to say:

Cong Lie: I have mosquito repellent in my room (referring to myself

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