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"It's raining." Feng Qingzhu's answer was a meaningless nonsense.

Luo Zhiwen's gaze followed the falling rain until Feng Qingzhu's hair was wet by the rain.

Feng Qingzhu said: "You... take the umbrella."

"What about you?" He didn't answer.

Feng Qingzhu put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and his eyes were innocent: "I'm fine."

Luo Zhiwen: "..."

The damned sympathy made him blurt out: "If you really have nowhere to go, my house..."

The next few words were swallowed back by Luo Zhiwen who had reacted.

But Feng Qingzhu had already climbed up the pole: "Is it possible?"

Luo Zhiwen lowered his head in a complicated mood, and returned to his senses, he had already begun to regret it.

There was a trace of struggle in Feng Qingzhu's eyes, and he retreated first: "If it's inconvenient, I can find a house by myself now."

Speaking of this, it would be hypocritical to refuse.

Luo Zhiwen sighed, and helplessly stopped a taxi, and when he got in, he found Feng Qingzhu was still standing alone, like a large dog abandoned by his owner, his forehead involuntarily twitched: "Get in the car! "

Feng Qingzhu hid the smile on his lips, bent down and got into the car, and sat in the back row with Luo Zhiwen.

The rain outside the car window was pattering down, and there was silence in the car, only the sound of their intertwined breathing.

Perhaps because he was afraid that they would feel bored, the driver turned on the radio.

The too intimate space, no matter how soothing the country folk songs are, makes Luo Zhiwen feel extremely uncomfortable.

After all, the last time when he and Feng Qingzhu were alone in the carriage, something very bad happened.

It's a pity that Feng Qingzhu didn't seem to realize Luo Zhiwen's discomfort at all, and touched him with his hands and feet from time to time.

Luo Zhiwen endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and turned his head.But Feng Qingzhu, who had long hands and long feet, was huddled in the narrow carriage, looking extremely funny.

Unable to hold back, he raised the corners of his lips.

Is this still Fengqingzhu?

How did this divorced man change his lover?

Most of the moisture on the clothes was taken away by the heater, and a faint ambiguity filled the compartment.

The driver followed the radio and hummed a few times. Luo Zhiwen saw raindrops dripping from Feng Qingzhu's hand holding the umbrella, and realized belatedly that Feng Qingzhu's clothes were probably wet because The color of the clothes is too dark, and the traces of wetness cannot be seen.

He started worrying about what he shouldn't have done.

Wearing trendy clothes will catch a cold, judging from Feng Qingzhu's current situation, it doesn't look like he has luggage.It's late at night, and all the shopping malls are closed, where can I go to buy him a change of clothes...

Luo Zhiwen thought for a few minutes, then came to his senses, and quickly slapped himself in the heart.

He has to get rid of this habit - this habit of falling in love with Feng Qingzhu whenever he sees him.

The taxi stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light, Luo Zhiwen leaned his shoulder on the window glass, and from the corner of his eye, the Harbor Bridge was full of traffic.

He also saw the shadow of Feng Qingzhu.

That was Feng Qingzhu's most "normal" appearance.

I will not buy him an umbrella, let alone follow him home.

The stern silhouette exuded a chill, and there was no trace of humanity on his body.

In the three years after marriage, this was the Feng Qingzhu that Luo Zhiwen was most familiar with.

"Look at what?"

Luo Zhiwen was taken aback, he didn't expect that he would be noticed when he looked at the shadow on the window, he lowered his head in a little embarrassment, picked the buttons of his clothes with his fingers, trying to cover it up: "I didn't see anything."

He paused: "There are a lot of cars around here, maybe there will be a traffic jam."

"No." Feng Qingzhu didn't know where he got his confidence, so he answered decisively.

Luo Zhiwen opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but then realized that Feng Qingzhu had come to Sydney no less than himself, and leaned back in his chair, remaining silent.

Even though the chat had reached a stalemate, the atmosphere in the carriage became more and more ambiguous.

Steam evaporates.

Luo Zhiwen moved his fingers uneasily again, trying to turn his head to the window, but Feng Qingzhu beside him suddenly moved - the man grabbed his fingers resting on his knee.

"Cold?" Feng Qingzhu frowned and took off his coat, and found that it had been wet by the rain, so he moved to Luo Zhiwen's side.

Luo Zhiwen was instantly alert: "What are you doing?!"

The driver noticed their strangeness, stepped on the brake nervously, turned around and asked Luo Zhiwen what was the relationship between the other man in the car and him.

It seemed that as long as Luo Zhiwen asked for help, he would immediately call the police.

Feng Qingzhu obviously understood.

The man's face was blackened, his lips moved, he struggled several times, as if he wanted to explain, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just stared at him with deep eyes without blinking.

Luo Zhiwen stared at him twice, his headache was about to split.

What is their relationship?

So far, they are still a legal husband and wife relationship.

So Luo Zhiwen replied: "Heismyhusband."

He is my husband.

Who would have thought that after three years of marriage, in a foreign country, Luo Zhiwen would call Feng Qingzhu "husband" in front of a strange driver?

Feng Qingzhu was a little surprised.

The driver was also surprised, and he asked a question.

Luo Zhiwen still affirmed that the man next to her was her legal husband, and she even took out her passport and showed him the words "Married" on it.

The driver started the car in confusion, and glanced at the Asian man in the back seat from time to time.

They really don't look like husband and wife.

Where can it be like this?

Luo Zhiwen leaned tiredly against the glass, thinking, they are worse than strangers.

But Luo Zhiwen forgot to withdraw his hand from Feng Qingzhu's palm.

He fell asleep in the car because of the warmth.

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