turn a rival into a wife

In Ren Er's bedroom, Song Wanting's personal doctor Liu Zhou was squatting on the ground, treating the wound on Ren Er's hand. Song Wanting stood beside the bed, looking at Ren Er who was sleeping in the cabinet.

It's a little strange why he went to sleep in the cabinet.

The eyeballs under Ren Er's red and swollen eyelids rolled twice, and the eyelids swished open, still a little dazed, and his subconscious reaction was to shrink back and hide.

The dog's eyes were full of panic and fear, and its head hit the interlayer of the cabinet, making a bang.

"Ren Er, it's me."

Ren Er froze all over, his broad back was huddled in the corner of the cabinet, his head couldn't be lifted due to the interlayer, his eyes looked like a frightened little animal and looked at Song Wanting, which made people shudder. There was a trace of pity for him from the bottom of my heart.

The moment he saw Song Wanting, his expression was a little dazed, and he murmured softly: "I'm dreaming again..."

The dead white skin on his chapped lips made him even more pitiful.

What Song Wanting regrets the most now is letting him go that day. Sometimes he feels that it's not that he is always soft-hearted towards Ren Er, but that he always inadvertently reveals the vulnerability and defense that makes people feel distressed.

That's another side completely different from his body shape and his personality.

He squatted down: "It's me, you are not dreaming."

Ren Er stared at him carefully, and his consciousness seemed to be clearer, because he didn't dare to look at Song Wanting anymore, and he lowered his gaze guiltily.

Liu Zhou put down Ren Er's hand and stood up with his numb legs: "Okay, don't touch this hand with water this week, and take medicine every day."

Song Wanting had to answer him correctly first, turned his eyes away from Ren Er, and then stood up: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Liu Zhou smiled and looked at the two of them with worse faces than the other: "It's okay, and you need to rest well."

Song Wanting nodded, sent him out and returned to the room, Ren Er was still in the closet.

He sat down by the bed, although he felt sorry for him, but he didn't intend to spoil him, he made himself like this, he is 21 years old, not 2+1 equals 3 years old.

"Not yet."

Ren Er slowly crawled out from the inside, with his head down, his hands hanging in front of him, his fingertips pinched together and scratching non-stop, like a child who made a mistake and was waiting to be punished, muttering: "Why are you here?" gone?"

"I'll collect your body."

Song Wanting was really impolite, stared at him and sighed helplessly: "Go take a bath, it stinks to death, you are not allowed to come out without washing for an hour, that hand cannot touch the water, if you dare to touch you Do so at your own peril."

After Ren Er pestered for two seconds, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Song Wanting: "Get the clothes!"

Ren Er turned back like a top, dug out the clothes from the cabinet and went to take a shower.

Song Wanting took off his coat, walked around from the bedroom to the living room, crossed his waist in disgust, rolled up his sleeves after snorting heavily, and started working.

First, he picked up all the beer bottles and put them in the beer box, and then started to pack up the leftover meals that Ren Er ate.

In the bathroom, Ren Er stood under the shower in a daze, turned on the switch, the icy cold water made him tremble, he raised his head abruptly, and finally there was some brilliance in his eyes.

Song Wanting is here... Song Wanting is here!

He quickly ran to the door and put his ears on it, only to hear that it was quite lively outside, and he didn't know what Song Wanting was doing.

He's not angry with himself anymore?Did he forgive himself?

Thinking of this possibility, he turned around several times excitedly, and then pressed his head against the door. It was quiet outside, and he was a little flustered. Song Wanting left?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly opened the door.

Song Wanting, who happened to come out of his room, looked him up and down: "Why don't you take off your clothes in the shower?"

Ren Er turned his head to look at him, and after confirming that he hadn't left, his tense body relaxed.

Song Wanting became thinner and haggard. He was a little thin in the first place, and there was no excess flesh all over his body, but now his skeleton was showing a bit.

His complexion didn't look very good and there was no blood, and his eyes were still a little blue.

Is he having a bad day too?

Song Wanting held four or five wine bottles in his hand: "I'm stupid, hurry up and take a shower."

Ren Er's mouth moved twice, the hand holding the door was tightly clenched, and his feet seemed to take root on the ground.

Song Wanting understood him: "I won't go, let's go in." Holding the wine bottle and walking towards the living room, there was the sound of closing the door and the sound of splashing water behind him.

When Ren Er came out of the shower, he had already tidied up the room and put on his coat again: "Go to the supermarket."

Ren Er threw away the towel for wiping his head, and followed behind him obediently, so close that he stepped on his heels several times, every time he stepped on him, he quickly glanced at Song Wanting in fright, and stepped back a little, But it was posted again within two steps.

Song Wanting felt as if he had brought an oversized dog.

Still a super sticky dog.

Ren Er saw that Song Wanting bought some pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and bought some vegetables and meat. Could it be that he wanted to eat the meals he cooked, so he came to him?

After returning home, Song Wanting saw that Ren Erza couldn't come out in the kitchen, and as if he was going to cook, he hurried in and chased people away: "Go and send all the garbage piled outside."

Ren Er ran out quickly without delay, and sent down the seven or eight beer boxes he drank. When he came back, he opened the door and smelled the tangy aroma of vegetables.

He was stunned at the door, turned his head to look at the kitchen, Song Wanting was cutting something on the cutting board, even when he was cooking, his posture was very elegant and beautiful, his waist and back would not be bowed too exaggeratedly, he only leaned slightly, lowered The head and neck stretched out a slender curve, the blue belt of the apron hung on it was watery, and the belt around the waist was tightly tied to outline the slender waist.

The pot next to it was still steaming.

The warm light from the kitchen fell on him, and his whole body was glowing, a faint light that reassured Ren Er.

When Song Wanting added the chopped side dishes to the soup pot, he noticed Ren Er: "I'm back, come back and tidy up your room, change all the sheets and quilts, and then sweep the floor for a while."

He was busy while talking.

Ren Er actually didn't want to leave, Song Wanting was really good at cooking, but he had to be obedient, so he went back to the room and packed up quickly.

When he was sweeping and mopping the floor, Song Wanting was cooking in the kitchen. He looked back at Song Wanting from time to time, and he stood there all the time, accompanied by the smell of vegetables getting more and more fragrant, and the heat from the rice cooker, Dense on the roof.

It was dark outside the window, but the lights were shining brightly.

For the first time, Ren Er felt that his house was a home.

Song Wanting washed his hands, turned around to check on Ren Er's progress, and saw him holding a mop and pestle in the middle of the living room, staring at himself in a daze.

He hooked his hand: "Come here."

Ren Er walked towards him as if his soul was hooked, Song Wanting pursed his lips and snickered, it was so cute, so cute that he wanted to raise a really big dog.

Picking up the chopsticks to pick up the shredded beef he was mixing: "Try it, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Ren Er looked down at the beef that was about to be delivered to his mouth, did Song Wanting want to feed him?

A little uncertainly, he aimed at Song Wanting, who smiled like a fox, and shook his chopsticks: "No poison."

Ren Er immediately opened his mouth and almost bit off a piece of the chopsticks.

"How about it?"

Ren Er nodded vigorously.

Song Wanting's smile became more and more happy, and his eyelids sank and raised: "It seems that our tastes can be eaten together, it's great." After speaking, he turned around in a hurry.

The hand that picked up the lid of the pot trembled, and let out a breath slowly. Did I say it too obviously, and would it scare him?

He should be able to understand that the translation of his own words means that we are quite worthy.

Song Wanting was serving dishes, his head was about to turn into smoke, his face turned red with embarrassment, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that what he said was too direct.

He went through this experience and figured it out.

He likes Ren Er.

He has been thinking about him for half a month, he thought he could forget him very simply, but he couldn't.

In the past half month, he kept trying to convince himself of all kinds of troubles that might happen after the two of them got together.

But he found that if he was with Ren Er, he was willing to take these risks.

He's planted all over him, he can't lie flat to dry, he has to bury himself here.

He had to make Ren Er like him too.

But before Ren Er likes him, he can't say it directly.

Otherwise, he would be rejected. There is really no place to put his 33-year-old face.

Ren Er scratched his cheek, it turned out that Song Wanting's sense of taste was fine, what happened that day?

"Put the dishes on, let's eat."

After the two sat down, Ren Er looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table. All of them looked delicious. His eyes stopped on the plate of chicken, not a piece of meat had skin.

The white rice in his hand was crystal clear and exuded heat.

Ever since he saw Song Wanting, he had been suppressing his emotions, but at this moment he rushed out, lowered his head quickly, tears dripped into the rice, but it didn't feel sour at all in his mouth, it just felt very sweet.

He was afraid that he would cry out loud, so he took a big mouthful of rice and stuffed his mouth full.

Song Wanting noticed him, and put a piece of chicken into his bowl: "Eat slowly." He didn't say much, sometimes what people need is not comfort, but you silently by his side, let him let go of his emotions release them all.

Ren Er gorged on the meat, and finally burst into tears so that he couldn't eat any more. He threw down his job, turned around and rushed over to hug Song Wanting.

It shook Song Wanting's chair.

Song Wanting hugged him back, stroked his head to his back, once and for all.

Although he knew that Ren Er was not a person who shed blood or tears, but he was also very capable of crying. He also ran away crying when he left his house that day. He imagined him crying and running.

It was really distressing at first, but then I found it a little funny.

Ren Er put his head on Song Wanting's shoulder: "Song Wanting, are you not angry with me?"

"Tell me, why were you so angry that day, why did you say that others can't touch me?"

Ren Er sniffed, with a strong nasal voice: "Because you are mine."

Song Wanting stopped stroking his hand, he heard his heart beating loudly, which made him a little dizzy, and he asked tentatively, "I... what is it to you?"

Ren Er suddenly remembered what Gauss and the others said in the group that day, and raised his head to look at Song Wanting: "Is... my future younger brother?"

A rising questioning tone.

Song Wanting's brows were slightly lowered, and he cursed a silly dog ​​in his heart.

Ren Er quickly explained: "But you will definitely not be my younger brother, we are both the boss on an equal footing." He was still very sure and nodded his head.

Song Wanting snorted, with a half-smile: "Thank you."

Ren Er looked shy, but it's a pity that there is no little milk fat minus 30.00% cuteness, looking at Song Wanting expectantly: "Are we reconciled?"

Although Song Wanting was very angry, but...

He nodded seriously: "Yes."

Ren Er was completely happy, while Song Wanting was a little resentful, and soon came up with a new plan in his mind.

"By the way, I'm free for a while. I invited your friend to ride a horse. I think it's better to go directly to the grassland than to the racecourse. So you set a time and we can set off as soon as possible."

He ate a piece of meat with confidence, and said on the Internet that travel can best promote relationship development.

"They have time at any time!" Ren Er was very excited: "Then we are going to fly?"

Song Wanting nodded.

Ren Erbi gestured: "Like the one on TV where you sit in rows next to each other?"

Song Wanting looked at him expectantly: "Do you want to sit in that?"

"There are other kinds of planes? Helicopters? Helicopters can't fly, can they?"

Song Wanting thought about his private jet: "No more, that's it."

Ren Er spent the rest of the meal talking to him about airplanes and riding horses, as if he wanted to finish talking to him for more than half a month.

It was past ten o'clock.

Ren Er's eyes started to look like dogs again. He wanted Song Wanting to stay, but he felt that Song Wanting would not dare to sleep with him anymore.

Song Wanting: "It's too late, I slept with you today."

Ren Er's eyes widened, and before he even had time to agree, he ran to the bedroom to get a quilt: "Okay, you sleep in the bedroom, and I sleep on the sofa."

Song Wanting really wanted to give him a kick, it wasn't you who was clinging to sleep with me before.

"The sofa is so small that you can't lie down at all. It's not like you haven't slept together before. Let's sleep together." He tried to speak out as naturally as possible.

Ren Er hesitated a little: "You, aren't you afraid?"

Song Wanting went over and took the quilt in his hand, and walked to the bedroom: "When was I afraid of you?"

I stuffed the quilt into the closet, found a short sleeve from Ren Er's pile of clothes, and stopped when I was looking for shorts, what kind of shorts did I wear!He doesn't need shorts!

A gleam flashed in his eyes: "Ahem, lend me a pair of underwear."

Ren Er flipped through it: "I don't have any new ones, I have worn them all." Picking up the one he thought was the best looking, he handed it over: "Do you want to wear it?"

Song Wanting's rationality came out again: at least wear a pair of underwear.

But now Song Wanting was overwhelmed by the emotions that had been suppressed for half a month, and was delighted by the sudden realization of her determination.

What's more, he was originally a decisive businessman, and after passing the hurdle of entanglement in his heart, he was about to show his skills.

It is not easy to catch a 21-year-old kid.

So he lost his mind: "Forget it, I can't wear yours." Although he didn't want to admit it, he and Ren Er were really not the same size.

"I went to take a shower."

After Song Wanting took a shower, he waited for a long time at the door before he had the courage to go out, but when he returned to the room, Ren Er was not there. After he turned around suspiciously and found no one, he suddenly turned back to the bedroom in a flash of inspiration. .

Ren Er in the closet saw a pair of long, slender, white legs suddenly come into view. He had never seen such beautiful legs. The flesh was very firm, but because of the whiteness, it diluted the sense of strength, making it very attractive. Soft, the knees are still powdery.

Song Wanting bent down: "What are you doing here?"

Ren Er looked up in a panic: "My bed is too small, you can sleep, I can just sleep here."

Song Wanting gritted his back molars, suppressed the anger in his heart, stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed, and folded his legs habitually.

Ren Er's pupils dilated suddenly, there was nothing, empty!

"It's too strange to sleep alone in the cabinet. Come out quickly to wash up, and then come back to sleep and sleep on the bed." Song Wanting emphasized his tone.

Ren Er had just reconciled with him now, so he didn't dare to make him angry, so he hurried out to wash and ran back as fast as he could, and slammed on the brakes at the door.

Song Wanting was lying sideways, with one long leg thrown out of the quilt, and the short sleeves on his body ran up because they were a little wrinkled, so that they didn't completely cover his buttocks.

So Ren Er saw more than half of it, and his Adam's apple groaned several times, and his hands clenched a little bit, as if what he was holding was not air.

Song Wanting closed her eyes tightly, her heart fluttered, but she still had some doubts, would 0 be interested in 1's ass?

He is really inexperienced and plans to take time to study online in the future.

"Song Wanting?"

Ren Er yelled softly, but Song Wanting didn't respond, he seemed to be asleep. He cleaned the room and cooked for himself today, so he must be tired.

Ren Er wanted to put his hand on the light switch, but couldn't press it down. It was so beautiful, white, round and thick.

Like steamed buns, he licked the tips of his itchy teeth and swallowed again.

Song Wanting who was hanging out was almost unable to hold on!This is far more embarrassing than he imagined!

Why don't you just tell Ren Er that you like him, if he refuses, then you can give up.

But it's embarrassing to be rejected...

No!

He must let Ren Er like him, and he already likes him!

Habits let him invisibly launch a one-sided contest against Ren Er.

Maybe he should flip it over, he's 1 after all.

but……

He is no match for Ren Er.

I don't know how long it took, Song Wanting was really about to fall asleep, and the lights in the room finally went out.

He blinked a little confusedly.

Ren Er came to the bed, carefully grabbed his ankle, which could be held with one hand, lifted it lightly, and then pulled out the quilt, covering Song Wanting tightly.

Sober Song Wanting: ...

His unyielding stubbornness almost came up again.

After Ren Er lay down next to him, he remained motionless.

In the darkness, Song Wanting secretly opened one eye to glance at the distance between the two, then closed it again, whimpered and turned over, rolling himself into Ren Er's arms.

He also deliberately kicked Ren Er's leg, but there were obviously pants separating him. He had noticed a long time ago that Ren Er, who still wears short sleeves in autumn, actually wears long trousers when he sleeps, not pajama pants, but tight pants Sweatpants with a tight waist.

I don't know what kind of habit this is.

Ren Er's eyes rolled in a panic, and he could even see the question mark on his head at this moment.

I heard Song Wanting breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

After waiting for a while, he carefully turned sideways in Song Wanting's direction, and hugged Song Wanting tightly in his arms as before.

At this moment, both those who are awake and those who pretend to be asleep have a great sense of satisfaction, and it makes people feel at ease.

Perhaps, they have longed for this hug for too long.

Song Wanting originally wanted to do something, but now he just feels calm. He has been trying to hold on to his energy for the past half month, staring at the dinosaur puppet every night until dawn.

Although Ren Er fell asleep when he was drunk, every time he woke up in a nightmare.

They are all tired.

Soon they both fell into a deep sleep, but not long after the ignorant cell phone rang, it took a long time to wake them up, and Song Wanting touched the cell phone.

"Boss, are you okay? Your house is on fire."