Wild man picked up

Wen Yuan ignored the weird feeling in his heart and said, "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

Rong Baichuan is now more and more comfortable with the company's affairs, for him it is as simple as playing with a three-year-old child's toys.

After Wen Yuan had a full meal and rested, in order to pass the time, he went to the study to read for a while. There are many books in Wen Yuan's study, many of which are related to finance or investment. He seems to be consciously and purposefully Pay attention to this content.

He randomly flipped through a few books, and soon found that these things were useless to him, so he found a foreign novel and flipped through it.

As a matter of course, he can understand and understand everything.He understands the meaning of every word, and he can easily pronounce every sentence with elegant and perfect pronunciation.

He closed his eyes in thought.

You can be sure that you are not a soldier, not a big soldier, not a special soldier, and not an undercover soldier.

He opened his eyes, and reached out to touch the single photo of Wen Yuan on the table.He was wearing a white shirt, his snow-white face was slightly upturned, his eyes were squinted with a smile, his face was full of gentleness like a breeze, which made people's heart beat uncontrollably.

When Wen Yuan woke up, Rong Baichuan was not by his side, this stinky man, he muttered, his throat was so thirsty that he was smoking, so he could only get up sullenly to pour water.

The sound of the door opening disturbed Rong Baichuan, and he quickly walked out: "Wish."

"Where have you been?" Wen Yuan complained dissatisfiedly, "Why didn't you sleep with me so late?"

Rong Baichuan gave a doting smile, walked over and carried him to the bed again, and said, "I'll be right there, do you want some water?"

He heard that Wen Yuan's voice was a bit hoarse, Wen Yuan nodded, and kicked him: "Go and pour, I'm thirsty to death."

Rong Baichuan agreed and turned to leave.Wen Yuan has the habit of drinking water at night, so he boils a pot of water every night and puts it in a constant temperature kettle, so that whenever he wants to drink water, it is at a temperature that can be eaten.

The water was quickly brought, Wen Yuan Gululu drank two big cups, wiped his mouth, and fell asleep sleepily again.

Rong Baichuan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, Wen Yuan immediately stretched out his hand to push him, and pressed his soft palm against his face, making him uncontrollably laugh and at the same time worried again.

What happened to Ah Yuan? Why does she always seem to be sick recently?

He went to bed after thinking about it, and the young man on the bed immediately came to him, like a cat begging for licking in the morning, obedient and clingy.

The next day is New Year's Eve, which is a big day for Wen Yuan.Just as Rong Baichuan got up, Wen Yuan sat up straight all of a sudden. If it wasn't for his messy bird's nest head, he would be like a swan out of water, which reminds people of the word elegant.

"Morning." He turned his face to say hello to Rong Baichuan, then abandoned Yaya and jumped into the bathroom to tidy up, Rong Baichuan put on his clothes, he had already finished tidying up, Rong Baichuan was preparing breakfast, he was changing into the newly bought and washed quilt cover, Rong Baichuan Bai Chuan put the breakfast on the table, Wen Yuan had already thrown the old quilt cover into the washing machine, and asked him, "Do you have any clothes to wash? Today is the last day of this year, so we need to welcome the new year cleanly. "

"You don't have to worry about my clothes, come and eat first."

Wen Yuan asked the automatic washing machine to work first, and just after making a spoonful of tender custard, it was brought to his lips. He opened his mouth to hold it, and Rong Baichuan asked, "How is it?"

"good to eat."

As long as you can eat it.Rong Baichuan felt relieved and said, "There are shredded potatoes here, try a bite."

Wen Yuan stopped him from continuing to feed himself, puffed his cheeks and said: "I can eat by myself, you should eat quickly, we have to work when we are full."

The so-called work is making dumplings, Wen Yuan is in a good mood, and Rong Baichuan's cooking is really good, so there is no nausea.After he was full, he was still thinking, maybe he just ate badly for the past few days, and he was wearing a condom while doing those things with Rong Baichuan, so it shouldn't be what he thought...

It's just how could it be so easy to win the lottery in the past few times, and Rong Baichuan's gun can be so accurate? ...Although he is very accurate in shooting, this is different from that!

Wen Yuan was thinking wildly, the meat gradually turned into minced meat in the meat grinder, and Rong Baichuan was kneading noodles according to the instructions in the video.Although he has learned to cook during this period, it is the first time for him to eat pasta, so he can only learn it with great energy, and he can't help but spare some energy for himself to watch and hear the wishes.

The two cooperated very quickly. Wen Yuan took out the minced meat and put it in the basin, Rong Baichuan put the chopped vegetables in together, added the ingredients according to the teaching in the video, stirred them evenly, and then looked at Wen Yuan: "Yes here we go?"

Wen Yuan grinned, showing her snow-white teeth, and said enthusiastically, "You roll the skin, and I'll wrap it."

Rong Baichuan put on an apron, and rolled it carefully, one piece per minute, Wen Yuan had to wrap it for three to four minutes. Later, he reckoned that Rong Baichuan was easier than him, and Wen Yuan had to change it with him again.

The two of them stayed at home all morning, laughing and laughing, and finally filled two panels. Both of them were newbies. The dumplings were crooked, and some of the fillings were still exposed. Later, Rong Baichuan made the dumplings lightly. Lightly pinched, standing there like a small package, compared to before, it is also considered to be neat and tidy.

Wen Yuan couldn't stop laughing, picked up his phone to take a picture: "I'll post it on Moments for you, what's in your bag."

"It's not all covered by me." Rong Baichuan looked at him and couldn't help laughing. Seeing him smile, he gradually became suspicious. He reached out and wiped his face. It suddenly became whiter, and Rong Baichuan laughed louder. He came over and rubbed the flour off Wen Yuan with his hands, and said with a light smile, "Are you happy that you got flour all over your face?"

Wen Yuanbai said to him: "Do it yourself to have enough food and clothing. This is a sense of accomplishment, understand?"

The circle of friends sent out quickly received likes, and Dong Zhengsi commented: "It looks good, can I eat it?"

Wen Yuan replied with a smile: "Outsiders are not welcome~"

Qi Xinya commented: "Ahh! I also want to make dumplings with my husband! You two abuse the dog!!"

Wen Yuan laughed out loud, and replied: "I think your second senior brother is pretty good, let's try with him?"

Nie Fanxing gave a thumbs up.

Nie Mingxu commented: "Happy New Year, happy wedding!"

Wen Yuan ignored the like, and replied: "Thank you Brother Nie, remember to come for the wedding next year~"

Rong Baichuan gave a thumbs up and commented: "Give me a kiss."

Wen Yuan didn't reply, he dropped his phone and jumped on Rong Baichuan, hooked his neck and kissed him, sweetly said: "I'm really happy today, I'm so happy that I'm about to soar."

Rong Baichuan smiled lightly: "I am also very happy."

"One more kiss?"

"MUA~"

Lips pressed together, Rong Baichuan pressed his forehead, "Okay, you can make dumplings and start eating."

"Mahmah!"

Wen Yuan had already prepared the idea of ​​"Eat the dumplings even if they are unpalatable for the first time". Maybe it was because the expectations were too low, but after cooking them, he thought they were very good. He ate two bowls in one go, and he was full. His stomach was slightly bulging, Rong Baichuan reached out to touch his bulging belly, and leaned over to listen: "Ah, baby kicked me, let me see if it's a son or a daughter..."

Wen Yuan burst out laughing, and said solemnly: "Maybe he's a little bastard?"

Rong Baichuan also replied seriously: "I can't tell, or is it a little piggy?"

Wen Yuan kicked him immediately, but he held his hands and hugged him. Rong Baichuan stared at him and said softly, "Do you really have to wait for me to recover my memory before I can go any further?"

Wen Yuan lowered his eyelashes, and Rong Baichuan leaned over to kiss him, "Didn't you say you wanted to have a baby with me? Why are you going back on your word now?"

Wen Yuan pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to push him, and said in a muffled voice, "Why don't you open which pot and which pot are you lifting?"

"I just want to know why. We are married now, and I hope you can tell me what you think."

Wen Yuan frowned.

His words seemed to be discussing with himself, but the toughness in his tone made him feel uncomfortable, so he stared at him suddenly: "I won't tell you."

He got up to leave, but the man didn't let go. He hugged his lover's soft body and said, "Okay, don't say it if you don't want to. What shall we do next?"

This was a concession, but Wen Yuan's mood didn't improve because of this, and there was still a thorn in his heart.

"I don't want to go anywhere. I've been busy all morning and I'm exhausted. I want to sleep."

Rong Baichuan sensed the displeasure in his tone, and continued to give in gently: "Going out at night for New Year's Eve?"

"It's nice at home, why go out? I'm freezing to death." Wen Yuan was deliberately contradicting him.

Rong Baichuan had no choice but to let go. He put his long arms on the sofa, watched Wen Yuan walk from his arms to the bedroom, and stretched his legs helplessly.

Wen Yuan is a difficult person, this is not the first time Rong Baichuan has realized this.

He thought for a while, took out his phone from his pocket, and sent a message to Qi Xinya: "Wan Yuan seems to have some problems with his body recently, but he refuses to let him go to the hospital. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Qi Xinya is a mobile phone addict, and once again replied in seconds: "What's wrong with him?"

Rong Baichuan told Wen Yuan about his recent anorexia, lethargy, and bad mood, and Qi Xinya sent a question mark: "When was the last time you two did business?"

Rong Baichuan frowned: "Why are you asking this?"

Qi Xinya sat up straight and solemnly sent a message: "Generally, the pregnancy reaction will occur after six weeks of intercourse. If you count six weeks ago, seven and eighty-one weeks will also be counted. Did you two do anything at that time?"

Rong Baichuan's mind suddenly buzzed, and an uncontrollable surprise burst out from the bottom of his heart. He took a breath, and forcibly touched the cells that were almost trembling with excitement.

The first time he had sex with Wen Yuan was at the beginning of December, that is, two months ago.

The two were in a hurry that time, so they didn't prepare any safety measures, and neither did they in the subsequent few times.

He covered his face and laughed in disbelief.

Wen Yuan was busy all morning before eating lunch. Although he felt a sense of accomplishment after eating, he was really tired and fell asleep soon after entering the room.

When he opened his eyes at one or two o'clock, a magnified handsome face with a silly smile suddenly appeared in front of him. He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating, and his flushed face from sleep also turned a little pale.

Rong Baichuan hurriedly put away his smile and said worriedly: "Are you all right? Did I scare you?"

Wen Yuan's staring round eyes turned from panic to anger, he frowned and pushed Bai Chuan: "You are crazy!"

"Yes, I'm crazy." Rong Baichuan gently stroked his back and said, "Did you sleep well? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Wen Yuan slapped his hand off, stared at him suspiciously and muttered: "How could I be able to sleep when I just woke up? Rong Baichuan, have you lost your mind?"

"Yes yes yes." Rong Baichuan still used this word, very conniving and perfunctory, Wen Yuan felt very strange, and said: "Let's eat first, I'm going out for New Year's Eve."

"It's windy outside, why don't you go? It's quite cold at night."

Wen Yuan stared at him again.

This wild man dared to block him with his words, he said displeased: "Do you want to quarrel with me?"

Naturally, Rong Baichuan didn't want to, he was really worried, but if he continued to persuade Wen Yuan, he would only find fault with him, so he could only get up and get a woolen sweater to put on Wen Yuan, and then he would have to wrap him in a down jacket to wrap him up. Putting on a knitted scarf and the red hat he bought from the resort last time, Wen Yuan was a little afraid of the cold at first, so he let him cover himself layer by layer, from time to time he would tilt his head, stretch his arms and scratch his neck, or be fooled. When he felt uncomfortable, he wrinkled his face dissatisfied and hummed.

Rong Baichuan looked at him as if he was looking at a doll, and felt joy in his heart.

I also bought this down jacket last time. Because I was at the beach, I bought a long style. It was so big that it hugged my calf and the cuffs were so long that it covered Wen Yuan's hands. He raised his arms and tried his best. Stretching out, the clumsy look looked naive in Rong Baichuan's eyes.

"Can a hat cover your ears? Wear earmuffs."

"That's enough." Wen Yuan pushed his hand away, pulled the hat over his ears, and said, "I can't move anymore."

It's troublesome to move around like this, and the twisting of the neck is not so neat, like a robot.

Walking in two steps and throwing away his arms, he found that it was really not that convenient to move around. Rong Baichuan threw the finished bowl into the dishwasher and came to accompany him out.

There are many people who choose to celebrate New Year’s Eve in the square, crowded with many people in front of the big screen, and some itinerant hawkers are selling some balloon Kongming lanterns and the like, and there are even little girls who forcefully sell roses and refuse to buy them. I kept pestering and calling my brother.

Wen Yuan said to her, "I didn't bring any cash."

"Brother who can scan the QR code to pay." The little girl skillfully turned over the sign hanging around her neck, Wen Yuan had no choice but to buy one, and the little guy ran away happily.

Wen Yuan pinched the flowers and looked at Rong Baichuan: "Why doesn't she chase you?"

Rong Baichuan chuckled: "Maybe I look more fierce."

Wen Yuan pouted and handed the flowers over: "Here, I'll see you off."

"I should send you off."

"Do you still think I should stay at home every day to wash and cook for you?"

"Where is it... Isn't it I who have been washing and cooking for you now?"

"Then what's wrong with me giving you flowers? Take it, you are my man, so I should give you flowers."

Rong Baichuan smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to take it, broke off half of the flower branch, stuck it in his chest, and said, "Put it here so that everyone will know that I have a master."

Wen Yuan looked over quietly, and Rong Baichuan asked, "How is it? Are you happy?"

Wen Yuan laughed for a while, then nodded, the beautiful little dimple was exposed again, Rong Baichuan opened his arms, embraced the big baby wrapped in rice dumplings, looked at the Kongming Lantern flying in the sky, and said : "Do you want to let go?"

"I don't want to." Wen Yuan rubbed against him and said, "I don't have any wishes to make."

"I do."

"Then let's put one too?" Wen Yuan raised his face and said, "I pray that you recover your memory quickly and find your family as soon as possible."

Rong Baichuan reflexively thought of the Maybach at the entrance of the hospital yesterday and the two people who got off it. He asked, "Do I really have a family?"

Wen Yuan thought for a while, then smiled inexplicably: "Who knows, maybe your family is not a good thing like mine?"

Rong Baichuan nodded: "This is a reasonable guess."

Wen Yuan lowered his eyelashes, his mood suddenly became lonely again, he pulled out his thin white fingers from the down jacket to fiddle with the flower on Rong Baichuan's chest, thinking of Qi Xinya telling him about Si Qiyao's death, He also told about the emotional breakdown of Si's mother.

If Rong Baichuan really had a family, he must miss him too, right?

He whispered: "Have you ever thought about..."

His voice was too low, and because the square was too noisy, he couldn't hear clearly for a while, so Rong Baichuan held his face and lowered his head to lean over, asking: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yuan pushed him away, went to buy a Kongming lantern, took a pen and wrote on it the words wishing Rong Baichuan could reunite with his family as soon as possible, held it up and let it go.

Although he selfishly hopes that Rong Baichuan will have no relatives like him, so that they can depend on each other and regard each other as the most important people in their lives, but as long as he thinks that he may already have a wife and children, he can no longer be selfish.

Fortunately, he didn't particularly like Rong Baichuan.

Wen Yuan thought, if Rong Baichuan really had his own home, he would be able to let it go immediately.

"Do you know why I am called Wen Yuan?"

"Ok?"

"Because my parents will fulfill all my wishes." Wen Yuan's eyes glowed, and he said sincerely: "I hope you can quickly recover your memory and be yourself. If you have a family, then I hope you can reunite as soon as possible."

He said seriously and seriously: "My parents will satisfy me, they love me the most."

"I will help you fulfill all your wishes in the future."

The countdown started on the big screen, and the surrounding crowd was shouting, and Rong Baichuan's words were drowned in it, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...

'boom--'

There was a loud noise, and the fireworks suddenly exploded. People in the square hugged each other. Many of them were not from the city, and they came to the square to be lively because their homes were really deserted.

Wen Yuan tilted his head to watch the blooming fireworks, and his fingers were suddenly held by someone. He looked at Rong Baichuan as if he had suddenly come to his senses, and the latter smiled and hugged him, saying: "Why are your eyes so bright? Is it Xinghe?" fell in?"

Wen Yuan blinked, his fingers wiped the wet corners of his eyes, Rong Baichuan kissed his eyes, and said: "Please believe me, parents, I will always be with Yuan Yuan."

"I'll give you a home," he said.

These words instantly pierced the softest part of Wen Yuan's heart. After a brief moment of emotion, he pushed Rong Baichuan away, and said in a low voice, "Who cares about you."

He turned around to leave, but Rong Baichuan stepped over with his long legs and picked him up, coaxing a child and shouting, "Go home—"