Our president is stupid and rich

When Sheng Changan woke up the next day, Fang Zhiyi was still lying on the side, probably not yet awake.

He blinked hard, grabbed his phone and checked the time, it was already past ten o'clock.The sun shines in through the gaps in the curtains, bringing some summer breath.

I didn't pay attention to it yesterday, and the light was a bit dim. Looking carefully today, Fang Zhiyi's eyes are covered with a layer of black and blue, probably because he has been very busy during this time.

There is no work to do today, Sheng Changan slowly turned around in the quilt, and couldn't help thinking about last night.

Although it was indeed a good night last night, the two of them kept messing around until the early hours of the morning before falling asleep.But... why did Fang Zhiyi say "forget it today"?Obviously he agreed...

Sheng Chang'an thought again, if a substantive relationship really happened last night, he should... be acceptable.Although he said that he hadn't experienced it himself, after all, he had read the relevant materials and knew what was going on.

If two people have a relationship, there is a high probability that I have no chance to be the active party.If you are being trapped... it seems to be pretty good.

Then his thoughts returned to the previous question - why did Fang Zhiyi say "forget it"?Do you want to give up this one for more others, or do you think it is not suitable for the two parties to have a direct relationship now?But yesterday's level...is not much worse than a substantive relationship.

He was lost in thought, when Fang Zhiyi let out a "huh", slowly opened his eyes, and turned to him: "Are you awake?"

Sheng Changan was taken aback, and said, "Yes."

I didn't know when I didn't speak just now, but when I opened my mouth, I found that my throat was dry and sore.

Fang Zhiyi's voice was also a little hoarse, he sat up: "How do you feel?"

Sheng Changan shrank back under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes: "It's pretty good."

Fang Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.Maybe it was because of her hoarse voice, she coughed a few times: "I'm asking you... how do you feel now, do you have a sore back? Do you have a headache?"

Sheng Changan: "..." He simply covered his head, and said in a muffled voice under the quilt: "No."

Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand, Sheng Changan hid for a while, then stopped again.Fang Zhiyi pressed on his waist and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Sheng Changan nestled in the quilt and shook his head: "It's okay."

Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand to fish him over: "It's not good to be bored in the quilt."

Sheng Changan couldn't dodge in time, and his waist was a little weak from overwork yesterday, so he fell directly into Fang Zhiyi's arms.

Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand to pinch his waist: "Press it for you, so you won't feel uncomfortable later."

Fang Zhiyi's massage was really good, and Sheng Changan felt a little drowsy when lying on him.He shook his head to wake himself up, and asked, "Does your back hurt? Would you like to press it for you?"

Fang Zhiyi's hands stopped, Sheng Changan blinked, and looked up at him suspiciously.

The expression on Fang Zhiyi's face was a bit strange, he was silent for a moment, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Sheng Changan didn't think too much about it, and asked: "Then there should be some discomfort, right?"

Fang Zhiyi: "...No."

Sheng Changan wanted to say something else, but Fang Zhiyi patted his waist down: "Is there something wrong with my waist, don't you know?"

Only then did Sheng Chang'an belatedly think of other places, and his face turned red.

After a while, Sheng Changan rolled over from him, leaned against the head of the bed, and whispered again: "Yes...it's okay, but after all, yesterday..."

"I'm not overworked either." Fang Zhiyi smiled angrily, "Didn't you say you couldn't do it yesterday? I think you're doing pretty well. Then next time..."

Sheng Changan immediately covered his mouth and shook his head frantically.

Fang Zhiyi stretched his waist, looked at the time: "Wow, it's past eleven o'clock."

Sheng Changan lifted the quilt and got out of bed over him, and came back after a while, and brought him a glass of honey water: "Go wash up, eat later."

Fang Zhiyi took two sips of it, held the cup in his hand, and suddenly said as if thinking of something: "According to the normal process, it should be that you are lying in bed and can't get up, so I'll make porridge..."

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi got up and put the cup on the bedside table: "So next time..."

Sheng Changan took a step back nervously: "Next time it will be the same as this time! No more!"

Fang Zhiyi lowered his head and smiled, "Yes."

Sheng Changan felt relieved, completely unaware of what he was saying.

The two of them basically had lunch, and after the meal, Fang Zhiyi suddenly said "Ugh": "I recorded a video yesterday."

Sheng Changan was leaning on the sofa and rubbing his stomach, when his hands stopped suddenly: "Huh?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ears: "You still remember what my mother said before... you need to watch the video."

Sheng Chang'an looked a little nervous: "Then... how much did you take?"

Fang Zhiyi paused: "Yesterday... I was excited and forgot to turn it off. It should be turned on now."

"So..." Sheng Changan sat up straight: "You took pictures of everything?"

Fang Zhiyi nodded.

Sheng Changan immediately refused: "Then...then how can I show it to others..."

The two of them stayed together in the room for more than an hour yesterday, of which more than 40 minutes needed to be coded.

Fang Zhiyi laughed "poof": "How can I show them all. Just cut out the middle section. But... can we keep the rest for ourselves?"

Sheng Changan seemed to be hesitant, and finally nodded: "Then...keep it."

Although the memory in my mind is very deep, it is also a good thing to have images.

"That's good." Fang Zhiyi stood up, "I'll export the video, cut it and give them a copy of their hair."

For the effect yesterday, Fang Zhiyi prepared three camera positions in the small room. Even for cutting scenes, there are enough materials.

After he imported the video to the computer and went downstairs, he saw Sheng Changan answering the phone.

The expression on Sheng Changan's face was very calm: "I won't pass this year."

"No, I lived with Zhiyi."

"Let's talk about it next time."

Fang Zhiyi thought about it, and walked over: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Changan put away the phone: "My dad asked me why I didn't go there."

Fang Zhiyi took out his mobile phone and took a look—Sheng Bin sent him an email last night, but he was busy with other things at that time, so he didn't check the email at all, so naturally he didn't reply.

Fang Zhiyi sat next to him: "Are you okay?"

Sheng Chang'an glanced at him, shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing, I'm not that fragile." He paused for a moment, and took a deep breath: "It feels... that I'm quite happy to be disobedient."

Fang Zhiyi felt relieved, and also smiled: "There will be more happy times in the future."

Sheng Changan leaned back on the sofa: "Yes."

……

Sheng Bin originally prepared a table of meals, and specifically asked his aunt to make light tastes, but he waited and waited and no one came to the door.He sent an email to Sheng Changan, but no one responded.After waiting until night, he finally called Sheng Changan.

Unexpectedly, after Sheng Changan listened to his words, he told him very calmly that he would not pass this year, and added that it was not that he didn't want to celebrate his birthday but that he had other people to celebrate it with him.When he asked Sheng Changan if he planned to go home next year, Sheng Changan just said indifferently, "We'll talk about it later."For the first time in his life, he began to panic.

The most obedient child, himself, seemed to have suddenly escaped his control and headed in another direction.

He sat silently for a long time, couldn't help but recall the way Sheng Changan got along with him back then, and really couldn't figure out which link went wrong.