Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Xie Yi and his wife had just moved to Shangshui Bieyuan for a few days, and they dug out the water pipes of the neighbors without even knowing them.Fortunately, the renovation was finally over, and the two of them sent them over one by one with gifts, as an apology for the noisy renovation not long ago.

"Are you going to send the neighbor downstairs?" The wife stood in the elevator and said to Xie Yi, "I don't know why, but I'm always a little afraid of him."

As she spoke, she laughed first: "I don't know what to be afraid of, and he doesn't know how to eat people."

"Don't worry, everyone said that he is a very good person. Didn't he feel embarrassed when we broke someone's water pipe last time?" Xie Yi comforted, and the elevator arrived.

When the door opened, both of them were taken aback.

There was a pile of things in the hallway, and a few people in work clothes were helping.

"Is this...moving?" Xie Yi asked uncertainly.

"Huh? Ah, it's you guys, moving." Song Xunnan nodded and greeted them.

"This..." Xie Yi somewhat didn't understand.

What's up with moving from the right to the left?

But he didn't ask too much, and took the gift from his wife with a smile, and handed it to Song Xunnan: "This is a little gift from our husband and wife. I hope you understand that the renovation has disturbed you."

Song Xunnan evaded it for a while, then accepted it, and said something "you're welcome" on the scene.

The wife pointed to the open door opposite: "Is that gentleman not at home?"

"Oh, he went shopping, he may come back later," Song Xunnan said, "Do you want to give it to him too?"

The wife nodded and smiled: "Yes."

"If you don't mind, give it to me first, and I'll give it to him later."

The husband hesitated, but the wife handed over a beautiful gift box: "In that case, thank you."

The two bid farewell to Song Xunnan. After entering the elevator, the husband still didn't understand: "I heard that this person rented a house here, so why don't you rent this one now, and rent the opposite instead?"

"Could it be that the rent on the opposite side is cheaper?" He guessed for a long time, but had no idea.

The wife didn't understand either: "Oh, what are you doing so much about other people's affairs? Hurry up and send it back. I still have to go shopping with my best friend."

When the elevator went down to the first floor, they saw Wen Heng holding a bunch of things.Several people nodded, and Wen Heng entered the elevator.

"Bought it?" Song Xunnan saw him coming up, took the bag, took out a bottle of water, unscrewed it, took a sip, and handed water and cigarettes to several masters who had been busy all day.

The masters didn't pick up, Song Xunnan said: "It's okay, it's not something expensive, everyone has been busy all day, take a rest."

Everyone just took it.

Song Xunnan leaned against the wall, crossed his legs, and stood there with his pockets in his pockets, looking tall and long.

He looked at the sundries all over the corridor with some emotion.

I agreed to Wen Heng that night on a whim, but the first big thing I faced after I came back was to move. Today is the last day, and he will live in Wen Heng's house tonight.

It's unrealistic to think about it, they've only confirmed their relationship for a few days, and the progress is going up like a rocket.

He thought too much, and his mind drifted away a little. He knocked open the cigarette box skillfully with his fingers, took out one, and pressed the lighter with a "snap" and was about to light it up, when the cigarette was sucked away.

Song Xunnan chased after him, and Wen Heng threw his lighted cigarette butt into his half-drunk mineral water bottle, and said softly, "When you asked me to buy it, you didn't say you wanted to smoke."

"Well, I don't smoke."

Song Xunnan spread his hands and fanned away the smell of smoke in front of his eyes. With the other hand, he fiddled with his lighter, flipping it up and down between his fingers, almost to the point of playing.

"Little brother looks young, how can he still smoke." A master joked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I learned it secretly." Song Xunnan also smiled back at him.

"Not allowed at home?" The master looked at Song Xunnan nodding, and teased, "Your brother is so strict, how dare you take a lighter in front of him?"

He obviously mistook Wen Heng for Song Xunnan's brother.

"It's just a lighter, don't give up if there's no need for it," Song Xunnan saw him admitting his mistake, and raised his eyebrows at Wen Heng on a whim, with a raised ending and a long tone, "Isn't it, brother—brother—"

Wen Heng stared at him fixedly, but didn't speak.

Song Xunnan made an inch of it: "Huh? Why don't you talk, brother?"

One brother at a time, so affectionate.

The masters only thought that the relationship between the two brothers was good, and they had no other thoughts, but they didn't know what happened to them until someone involved.

Wen Heng stretched out his hand and spread it in front of Song Xunnan: "It's really not allowed, give it to me."

Song Xunnan clicked his tongue, stuffed the lighter into his hand, and lowered his hand.

After about two or three seconds, something cool touched his fingertips.

Just as Song Xunnan was about to take it away, he was held by someone, palms pressed together.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at the doctors in the clinic and thought he was a few masters, then looked at Wen Heng, and mouthed "Holding hands".

"En." Wen Heng responded without letting go.

Winter's sleeves are wide, and Song Xunnan's windbreaker has flared sleeves that are spread out, so nothing can be seen, and no one has noticed their small movements.

Come on, Song Xunnan slammed his mouth. Whether his new boyfriend is boring is debatable, but it's a bit flirtatious.

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After the master finished moving the things and left, the two of them closed the door, looking at the brand-new Wen Heng's house, Song Xunnan felt sincerely: "It's like the collision of classical paintings and post-modern oil paintings - don't you really feel separated?"

He asked the owner of the room.

Wen Heng's home is extremely simple, except for black, white and gray, it is made of wooden furniture, while Song Xunnan bought things in bold and bright colors in order to fit his home's decoration style. Looking at it this way, the two really don't match.

Wen Heng glanced at the black and white diamond-patterned TV cabinet, and didn't think there was any difficulty: "Go to the furniture store tomorrow and change everything."

"Okay, you have money, you are the money owner, you have the final say." Song Xunnan had no objection to this, he walked towards the center of the room while talking, and was pulled behind him after walking two steps.

"Why?" He was surprised for a moment, leaning his back against the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him.

"What did you call me just now?" Wen Heng lowered his head and looked at him, holding his shoulder with one hand, his eyes were full of waves.

Song Xunnan thought this round was over early, but he didn't expect that there was still momentum.

Could it be that a man really can't bear to be called by others?

"Brother, brother," he called out again in a joking tone, "You are much older than me, I call you brother..." Isn't it justified?

The latter words were blocked by kisses.

He didn't expect Wen Heng to be so direct, but he closed his eyes and kissed back proficiently, and even adjusted his breathing to the same frequency.

After the kiss, both of them were short of breath.

Song Xunnan took a few breaths and asked with a smile, "Are we living together now?"

"Of course." Wen Heng's fingertips lightly brushed his slightly swollen lips.

Song Xunnan felt itchy, and licked it with the tip of his tongue, but did not notice Wen Heng's suddenly deep eyes.

Holding hands, kissing, cohabitation, what the next step is, anyone knows.

Song Xunnan wiped his lower lip, pushed Wen Heng away to look through the bag he brought back from the convenience store.

"What are you looking for?" Wen Heng watched him move.

Song Xunnan flipped through it, but didn't see it, so he frowned and replied, "Did you buy a set?"

Wen Heng repeated: "What?"

"Then let's... just chat with Gai quilt?" Song Xunnan thought for a while, and then changed his rhetoric that did not poke Tong Wenheng's self-esteem, "If you want to, you can do it in the next few days, I don't care, it just depends on how you compare top."

Wen Heng stood there looking at him, uttering a few words for a while.

"I should really buy it." He said coldly.