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Ruan Ting smiled at Wen Xun in satisfaction, raised his brows, and showed his white teeth, as if I knew I had good wine.

Wen Xun avoided his gaze, straightened his back and moved his upper body, with a tragic look on his face.

When it comes to drunkenness, the smoky scene that was finally suppressed came back again, the quiet night, the smell of alcohol, the bedroom, the double bed, and the kiss.

Wronged, but can not say.

He took out Ruan Ting's bracelet from his pocket and threw it on Ruan Ting's lap.

"Bracelet?" Ruan Ting picked up the bracelet and held it in his hand. Under the sun, the old part of the bracelet can be seen at a glance. When we meet again after a long absence, Ruan Ting is reluctant to hold it tightly.

After meeting again, Wen Xun was occasionally afraid to meet Ruan Ting's eyes. It was rare for Ruan Ting to concentrate on looking at a rope. He turned his head and said to Ruan Ting, "You can keep it from now on."

Ruan Ting greedily looked at the bracelet for two more seconds, and asked unexpectedly: "Why are you willing to give it to me?"

"Isn't it very important to you?" Wen Xun straightened his head again, and asked in a low voice after a while, "Is it your mother's thing?"

Ruan Ting was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

There was no trace of joy on Wen Xun's face, and his lips were still a little pale. It could be seen that he had suffered from the injury last night. He looked down at the bracelet, "The style is old, young girls can't wear it, and you care so much. It should belong to an elder."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with this bracelet? Why are you trying to please me all of a sudden?" Ruan Ting's long and beautiful eyes deepened, searching for some kind of truth on Wen Xun's expressionless face.

Wen Xun didn't flirt with him, and said what he said from the bottom of his heart: "I just think this is very important to you, from now on... don't drink so much alcohol in the future."

Ruan Ting: "..."

He suddenly thought, since he got the bracelet back, it would be better to take this opportunity to pay back the money and let it go. As for the future, with the experience of living in Wen Xun's house, other conditions will never be more difficult than it is now.

Ruan Ting wanted to leave for the 10086th time in his daily life. When he was really ready to take action, his mind was in chaos. When he almost proposed this suggestion to Wen Xun, he only heard his old friend Daxiong start the daily whisper mode.

Wen Xun was not worried, but his good brother was worried for him. Big Bear sneaked up to Wen Xun's ear and said, "What are you doing? Maybe he will really run away. Chocolate has a lot of eyes. Don't forget this kid." But a fraudster."

"Speak louder, I hear you." Ruan Ting said boredly, and he placed the bracelet in front of Wen Xun again, "Changing your mind?"

Wen Xun: "No change."

Ruan Ting was in a very happy mood, and then he heard Wen Xun's straightforward explanation: "If you dare to run away, your legs will be broken, and if you pay me any less, I will let you experience what real violence is."

Ruan Ting: "..."

Or just keep going for a few more days, and it won't be too late to leave after he and Wen Xun sort out all the money disputes.

Ruan Ting propped his head on Erlang's legs and didn't know what he was thinking. Daxiong suddenly glanced at the time and stood up abruptly, "It's over, I'm going to be late, Brother Xun, I have something to do later, so I can't accompany you, let the chocolate essence Take care of you, Xiong Shuai is going to go first!"

Da Xiong trotted away, leaving Wen Xun and Ruan Ting looking at each other, and the living room suddenly became empty and quiet.

"I said—" Ruan Ting vaccinated Wen Xun in advance, "I've never taken care of anyone, do you understand what I mean?"

"This little injury is nothing, let alone—" Wen Xun stood up, and said slowly, "I have never let anyone take care of me."

The room became instantly quieter.

Wen Xun went back to the bedroom, and Ruan Ting sat at his desk and turned on the computer. Wen Xun seemed to be going back to catch up on sleep. When he woke up, he opened the door and saw Ruan Ting typing.

Wen Xun leaned against the wall with a water glass and looked at Ruan Ting who was concentrating on his work. Except for his hands and eyes, Ruan Ting didn't move, he didn't turn his head, and the sound of typing never stopped, but Wen Xun suddenly heard him say: "You What are you looking at? I’ve been standing there for half a day.”

Wen Xun left the wall, a little surprised: "How did you find me?"

Ruan Ting didn't look away: "You are not air, is it difficult to find you?"

Wen Xun gradually approached, "So if I talk next to you, won't it affect you?"

Ruan Ting's voice did not have any warmth: "Is it difficult to open a dual thread?"

Wen Xun raised his curiosity, and asked enticingly, "It doesn't matter if I turn on the TV?"

Ruan Ting continued typing: "Whatever."

Wen Xun was stunned. From his angle, he could only see Ruan Ting's side face. He had been hungry and thin in his house for the past few days, and his lines became more distinct. When he was working, he looked at Ruan Ting and found it pleasing to the eye.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, Ruan Ting pulled up half of the curtains, and asked Wen Xun, "I work like this at home every day, did you refresh your understanding of me?"

Wen Xun blinked, and didn't say yes or no.

"Don't worship me." Ruan Ting said again.

Wen Xun: "."

The goodwill he had just suddenly aroused disappeared at this moment, and disappeared with Ruan Ting's shamelessness.

Ruan Ting typed the last word, closed the computer, glanced at the time on the watch, stood up from the chair, supported the table and said to Wen Xun: "It's time for dinner, you shouldn't be able to cook, why don't we -"

Before he could order takeaway, Wen Xun asked him, "Can't you cook?"

Ruan Ting said "Huh?", and his whole body was petrified.

Wen Xun put the water glass on the table, accidentally bumped into a paper towel, subconsciously picked it up with his right hand, the huge tension between the bandages made him hiss in pain, "You don't know how to cook? Not at all? "

Ruan Ting stared at his arm, afraid of the embarrassing situation where the bandage would break or his hand would break again, he said indifferently, "It won't affect my making money, it won't affect my repayment, what are you excited about?"

Wasting time and energy on less-used skills is by no means in line with Mr. Ruan's personality.

Wen Xun: "No, have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?"

Ruan Ting thought about it, he had seen it before.

He has seen all kinds of chefs show off their culinary skills in front of him, but they are all performances, such as fancy noodles, barbecued meat, improper operation, and the right to life and health is questionable.

Wen Xun seemed to see the answer from Ruan Ting's calm and unwavering face, but he never expected Ruan Ting to do anything. As long as Ruan Ting stayed calm and repaid the money on time, that would be the greatest thing he could do to him. expectations.

Wen Xun sighed, put on his coat, picked up his phone, and said to Ruan Ting in an informing tone, "I'm going to the supermarket to buy something."

Seeing this, Ruan Ting also put on his coat: "I'm with you."

Two tall and long-legged men walked side by side on the street. The street was a bit bleak at noon, and their figures were particularly eye-catching, but the two of them said nothing and had no interaction.

The reason was that Wen Xun was injured and couldn't drive.

And the supermarket is only one street away from Wen Xun's house, so they rejected each other.

Wen Xun rejected Ruan Ting's suggestion to take a taxi.

Ruan Ting rejected Wen Xun's suggestion to ride a small electric donkey.

Wen Xun rejected Ruan Ting's suggestion to drive his own truck.

Nguyen Dinh himself turned down the suggestion to drive a squishy van.

……

When he reached the supermarket, Wen Xun pushed a small cart with one hand, and went to the food area. He felt a little inconvenienced, Ruan Ting was alive and kicking, watching while walking in front, and threw it into the cart pleasing to the eye.

So - Ruan Ting looked at one in front and threw one into the cart, Wen Xun followed behind him, took out the things Ruan Ting liked and looked at them carefully, basically took out one and threw another out.

The two cooperated very well.

Walking to the corner, Ruan Ting, who was standing still, glanced back, leaned his hands on the car and bent over to look at it, and shouted at Wen Xun, who had a calm face, "Where are my things?"

Wen Xun stared at him like a boss: "I put it back."

Ruan Ting: "..."

Ruan Ting stood up, folded his arms around his chest, and said in a cold and displeased tone: "The reason."

Wen Xun glanced at him as if dismissing a child: "There are too many reasons, I don't want to talk about it, it's a waste of saliva."

He really didn't want to say that besides the generally high price, most of the things Ruan Ting liked had no practical value, and the price/performance ratio was hard to describe. What made him speechless the most was that Ruan Ting picked two imported apples and sold them for dozens of dollars in total. With this money, you can buy a large bag of domestic products, and the taste and nutritional value are even more impressive.

Ruan Ting was so angry that his liver ached, he bent back and picked up a few things that Wen Xun had put back, and threw them into the shopping cart.

Wen Xun's gaze changed from a boss's gaze to a death gaze, and Ruan Ting cynically put one hand on the shopping cart to provoke Wen Xun, "You have broken one hand, what do you want me to do?"

Wen Xun looked at him disdainfully, approached Ruan Ting and whispered in his ear: "So, do you want to fight?"

Ruan Ting glanced at Wen Xun up and down, not to mention the fact that the outcome of the fight is doubtful, is it living in a magical age to solve problems with violence?

He staggered the distance between himself and Wen Xun, waved his hand and walked back to the entrance, pushed a shopping cart by himself, and started spending retaliatoryly.

The two purchased supplies according to their own needs. Wen Xun picked out household necessities and cheap supplies, while Ruan Ting... bought a bunch of miscellaneous things and filled a cart.

The cashier checked them out at the same time from left to right. Wen Xun looked at Ruan Ting's cart with his head a little big, but Ruan Ting ignored him and fiddled with his phone with his head down.

Wen Xun checked out faster than Ruan Ting, and stood by the gate to wait for him after exiting the exit. As soon as Ruan Ting came out, he saw Wen Xun was slightly surprised, and then greeted a car on the side of the road with an unrecognizable face .

He called a Didi when he just checked out.

When Ruan Tinglin got into the car, he yelled at Wen Xun, "Get in the car?"

Wen Xun frowned and remained motionless.

Ruan Ting sat in and asked his master to step on the gas pedal. After walking for three steps, he hurriedly called to stop.

From the rearview mirror of the car, he saw that Wen Xun was holding a large bag of things in one hand, which was no lighter than his own.

Wen Xun didn't know what happened to Ruan Ting's nerves, so he got out of the car and walked up to him suddenly, without saying a word, grabbed the thing in his hand, then lifted it back with a gloomy expression, put it on the back seat, and got in the car Dust away.

This time I didn't stop, and I didn't look back.

Wen Xun squeezed his arm that relieved the burden, he didn't know why and wanted to laugh a little.He watched the taxi disappear around the corner of the street, and began to walk back slowly.

On the way back, they were all lost in thought. Before, Wen Xun went out during the day and came back occasionally at night, but now Ruan Ting works at home every day, and Wen Xun is also at home because of a broken bone. They have to stay under the roof together for almost 24 hours. Thinking of each other His deeds and hateful countenance—

Wen Xun felt very annoyed.

Ruan Ting also felt very annoying.

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