Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

"You came so early, and I haven't had time to clean the room, so you have to sleep with me today." Bai Yichen turned and said to him.

After the luggage was brought in, Mo Lanzhi asked them to leave. His eyes were soft, "What's there to talk about being wronged or not."

It was worth his sleepless night.

Seeing the man rubbing his eyes, he said considerately, "If you feel sleepy, go to sleep for a while. I can pack the things by myself."

Thinking that the other party had come to his house more than once, Bai Yichen nodded with confidence, went back to his room yawning, fell on the bed and fell asleep in a second.

He was dreaming last night and always felt like someone was clinging to him from behind and wouldn't let go.

In the hall, Mo Lanzhi withdrew his gaze from the figure at the corner of the second floor. He did not rush to organize his things, but walked towards the shoe cabinet at the door - several pairs of sneakers and furry slippers were neatly arranged, and he had seen Ah Chen wearing almost every pair.

The coffee table was a bit messy. Achen didn't like to tidy up things, but he would put the used items back in their original places, creating order within the chaos.

Walking into the kitchen on the first floor, the pots, pans, and electrical appliances on the stove all showed signs of use. With a slight movement of his fingers, he picked up a hair from the corner.

A very long red hair.

Mo Lanzhi was not surprised. The aunt hired by Bai Yichen would come over to cook every day before dinner. Aunt Zhang liked dyeing her hair, especially red. She clenched her fingers and put the hair in her pocket.

However, we should be prepared just in case.

The person who was thinking this had his profile shrouded in a faint light, calm and ethereal.

He checked the time, went up to the second floor, and stopped at the door of a bedroom with ease. He placed his hand on the slightly cool handle and pressed down lightly.

"click"

After a very faint sound, the door opened.

He breathed softly. The person on the bed lay on the pillow, covered with only a corner of the quilt. His black silk pajamas rose a little because of the movement, and his smooth calves rested on the edge of the bed.

Her well-proportioned, slender hands covered her ankles, and her thumbs slid left and right. "You'll catch a cold..." She used a little strength to move and pulled the quilt over to cover her exposed legs.

The hand did not retract for a long time, and one could only vaguely see it moving slowly upwards.

"Hmm." A mumbling from the person in his sleep brought him back to his senses. His long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, barely covering his infatuated gaze. He retracted his fingertips and twisted them lightly, trying to retain the burning temperature.

He helped tuck in the corners of the quilt, then stood up and walked to another place. He pushed open the sliding door and saw the shower gel on the sink at a glance. The whole bathroom was filled with the faint scent of white peach.

Only one set of toiletries was in use, and there was no sign of a second person. He bent down and carefully checked almost every inch of the floor.

Finally, he took the towel and sniffed it, his eyes and brows becoming more gentle.

very nice.

At this moment, the noise coming from the first floor made him frown slightly.

"Eh? Master Mo, why are you here?"

Aunt Zhang came to buy groceries. She was confused by the things in the living room. Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, she saw someone coming down from the second floor and was stunned.

Mo Lanzhi nodded politely, "I'm moving in with Ah Chen. From now on, I'll trouble Aunt Zhang to bring an extra portion when she cooks."

Aunt Zhang waved her hands quickly, "It's not a big deal, it won't take much effort."

He glanced at the clock and said, "Master should not be awake yet, so I'll go make breakfast first. Is there anything you are not eating?" He raised the dish in his hand.

"I'm not picky about food, just follow Ah Chen's habits."

"Okay then." Aunt Zhang was about to turn around when she was stopped.

Mo Lanzhi walked closer and stretched out his hand. A long red hair lay in his palm. He said in a light tone, "Aunt Zhang, please be careful with your hair when you cook next time."

He carefully observed Aunt Zhang's expression out of the corner of his eye, not missing a single detail.

"Oh, my eyesight is not good when I am old. Blame it on me. I will put on my hat now. It will be terrible if it falls into the pot!"

Aunt Zhang obviously took it very seriously. She touched the hair on her shoulders and hurried to the kitchen.

Mo Lan put one hand in his pocket and threw the hair into the trash can. He was in a good mood and said, "Aunt Zhang, it's still early. Don't worry."

Finally started to pack up the things I brought with me.

He carefully held one of the locked boxes in his arms, thought about it, and then stuffed it under the bed in the bedroom.

Bai Yichen was awakened by the heat. He remembered that he only covered his stomach. But when he opened his eyes, he was sitting straight and his whole body was covered tightly.

After sitting up, he was stunned.

A new quilt and pillow were placed next to it. When I looked down, I saw a pair of carrot slippers next to my White Rabbit slippers.

There was a new cup on the bedside table and another person's towel and toothbrush in the bathroom.

Apart from that, nothing else has changed.

What Bai Yichen was most satisfied with was that his things were not moved, and the placement of things was maintained at the edge of his bottom line. The bedroom is a private space, and no one would like to be overly offended.

[Xin'er, what did he do when I was asleep? ]

Xiao Hei thought for a moment: [First, I checked the living environment, then I covered you with a blanket for fear that you might catch a cold, and finally I packed up the things I brought with me.]

[By the way! He also found some hair that Aunt Zhang had dropped in the kitchen, so he asked Aunt Zhang to be more careful when cooking next time.]

Bai Yichen nodded in agreement, "As expected of the male lead, so meticulous."

It was not until he went downstairs to eat that he realized that the male protagonist was truly worthy of being the male protagonist.

"Master, are you awake? Come and have dinner. Many of the dishes today were made by Master Mo himself."

Bai Yichen looked at the breakfast on the table in surprise. There were century egg and lean meat porridge, fried dough sticks, pork, mushroom and glutinous rice steamed buns... There were several kinds, each of which looked delicious, and the portions were just enough for the two of them.

Aunt Zhang went to the second floor to clean, and he and Mo Lanzhi sat opposite each other at the dinner table.

He took a sip of the warm porridge first. The delicate taste and fragrant aroma made his eyes light up. "Delicious!"

Mo Lanzhi smiled happily when he heard this, "If you like, I will do it for you every morning in the future."

My brother once said that we should show our strengths inadvertently.

If a man can cook, he has half the number of love rivals.

Bai Yichen seemed to be thinking about something.

[What's wrong? The male lead is so virtuous, is it stimulating to you? ]

[Xin'er, do you think I can fire Aunt Zhang? ]

Blackheart: […That’s all you can think of!?]

Bai Yichen is stubborn and refuses to change. [Isn't it good to save some money? ]

[I'm just wondering, where did you get this money-hungry personality? ]

[I am a vulgar person, not lustful, so what's wrong with being greedy for money? ]

After answering Xiao Hei Xin, Bai Yichen grinned at Mo Lanzhi's expectant eyes, "Then I'll trouble you with my meals every day from now on."

Mo Lanzhi was happy at the thought of being able to make loving meals for his loved one every day, and nodded in agreement quickly.

If you want to capture a person's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

My brother never lied to me.