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The sun was still walking around the corner of the street, and the pots of purple bamboo sprinkled in front of the French windows were watered to make them extra soft. The dark gray wooden edges were inlaid on the table, and the sun hit Xia Shang's slender milky fingers, cutting out shadows one after another. He was exploring Hu Zhongyue's eyes with his head.

The painting style took a 360° turn, and Xia Shang wiped a strand of oiled hair with his hands, turning the whole story over just now.He twisted his waist and leaned on the edge of the desk, with an innocent expression on his face, and looked at Hu Zhongyue at work with big eyes: "I have always had a few questions that I don't understand."

"What do you call a door made of iron?" Xia Shangmi started, a little fussy.

Hu Zhongyue glanced at him up and down, frowned, the question went around in his mind, and blurted out "iron gate".

Xia Shang nodded, gave a thumbs up, and continued to ask: "Then what is the door made of wood called?"

"Wooden door, let me tell you, what exactly do you want to ask?" Hu Zhongyue's tone was serious, with no expression on his cold face. He stopped what he was doing and looked down at Xia Shang who was lying beside him. He looked the same as before What is the difference between raising a kitten?

Hu Zhongyue always has a sense of distance that ordinary people can't get close to. He doesn't like the atmosphere that is too lively. He has few friends and will never go to ordinary places. He also has a cold face in necessary social occasions. He has done the most unprecedented things. It should be to buy Xia Shang back, and it was a sudden idea overnight, and I was at a loss.

Keke, this is of course thanks to the author.

Xia Shang was heartless and didn't flinch from Hu Zhongyue's words at all: "OKOK, the last question, do you know what the door to happiness is called?"

In fact, Hu Zhongyue is a little puzzled. Xia Shang seems to be unable to perceive the aura of indifference on his body, and the innate sense of distance has not curbed Xia Shang's habit of sticking to himself. At this time, the distance between them should be Only 30cm.

The door to happiness?The question filtered through Hu Zhongyue's mind. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Xia Shang. Water could be squeezed from his fair and tender face, and he was lying on the edge of the table and pouted. Is this little cat pretending to be confused?Or play cute?

Hu Zhongyue turned his eyes, leaned his elbows on the desk, clasped his hands together, readjusted Erlang's legs, turned to Xia Shang thoughtfully, and said, "The Gate of Happiness."

Xia Shang looked up at him with big eyes and shook his head, saying no. Hu Zhongyue blinked his eyes a few times, suddenly, "Is it called Wufu Linmen?"

Xia Shang has a pure face, just like that yogurt, half of his body is already lying on the table, he leans up to Hu Zhongyue with his face up, and pushes away the bangs on Hu Zhongyue's forehead with his hands, his eyes are ambiguous, and the corners of his mouth can't hold the warmth Yi, pouted and said, "Call us!"

Hu Zhongyue's eardrums felt like a rustling piece of paper, Xia Shang grabbed the button of his shirt on his chest, and the residual warmth from Xia Shang's throat still lingered on the tip of his nose. In front of him was a white and crisp bone His body, the collar on his chest drooped, and the gully was naked. In front of his eyes, as long as he stretched out his hand, he would definitely be able to hug him on his lap.

Hu Zhongyue tilted his head back, stretched out a finger, tapped on Xia Shang's body, and pressed it away from himself, with a heavy tone: "Speak as you speak, why are you so close."

He recalled that Xia Shang said just now that the door to happiness is called "we", his face flushed, was he being tricked?

Xia Shang didn't move in the slightest, and stared at Hu Zhongyue, who had already been flushed by himself, with blinking eyes, secretly delighted in his heart, never thought that this cold-faced king would blush when he was shy!

He became more and more bold, and leaned forward: "I just want to promote our friendship. From now on, we will live in the same room. My happiness depends on you."

Xia Shang's eyes stayed on the buttonhole of Hu Zhongyue's shirt, the black chest hair was looming inside, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

I don't know if it was intentional or deliberate for this kind of blatant exposure.

"Promoting friendship is promoting friendship. I will not interfere with your happiness." Hu Zhongyue realized that the strange gaze was staring at his chest, and immediately grabbed his clothes and shrank into a ball.

Xia Shang took half a step on tiptoe, jumped onto the table, and kicked his legs coquettishly: "How can I do that, life without you is incomplete."

While talking, his eyes moved closer and closer until the tips of his noses were almost touching. The breaths of the two gradually merged. Hu Zhongyue held his breath: "You Xia Shang is not small. If you dare to come over, I will not interrupt." Your leg.

Seeing this infinitely magnified and terrified face, Xia Shang retracted his carbine and looked up to the sky with a small smile.

Receive-receive-receive-why is there and only the only main character in this show who is a little counselor?

What crap plot did you set up?Why Xia Shang is going to chase Hu Zhongyue, please, where is there someone who is the main attack?I feel sorry for our main attack on the adults for three seconds. It is obviously a crazy and cool character design. If you have to hold back a breath of immortality, you can't chase others, and you can't let others chase you. This author, you are a fart!

oh!I almost forgot, you are a third-rate web writer...

And Xia Shang, is it okay to tease me hard?Can you bring out the level and style, and don't be limited to the story of the domineering president falling in love with my Mary Sue.As the sweetheart of this show, Xiaoshou, seeing you flirt with the CEO, I really panicked.

oh!I almost forgot again, this is a third-rate web author

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The days of living together were sweet and boring. When Xia Shang dragged his lazy body and got up from the bed, it was already 09:30, and Hu Zhongyue had been at work for more than half an hour.

Xia Shang tied a small rubber band in front of his forehead and walked into the bathroom. Perhaps because he was still angry after getting up, when he saw the overnight clothes on the hanger, Xia Shang exploded:

"Hu Zhongyue, can you do it, and your clothes haven't been washed?" Xia Shang was wearing a pair of gray cotton linen drawstring trousers, a cotton white T, and there were still bubbles at the corner of his mouth.

Hu Zhongyue was sending the article he wrote yesterday to the artist typesetting. He turned his head indifferently, looked at Xia Shang, and continued to look at the clothes with an "oh".

Xia Shang was very upset when he saw this. This was the first time that Hu Zhongyue didn't wash his clothes.

"Hurry up and wash it!" Xia Shang was annoyed when he saw the dirty clothes.

Hu Zhongyue still showed a very calm look, while looking at the computer, he replied: "Leave it there, I will wash it at noon."

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear? Wash it quickly!" Xia Shang became more and more impatient, and the catalpa above his head flickered.

I had to go to the bathroom to wash my face, but when I got to the door, I turned back, kicked on my slippers and went to the kitchen to take a shower of cold water.

Xia Shang casually took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, then stomped to the desk, kicked the desk, and Hu Zhongyue's eyes shook wildly.

"Hurry up and wash it." Xia Shang sat on the chair, unscrewed the drink cap, and looked at the row of green shade outside the window in annoyance.

The thing Hu Zhongyue hates the most is washing clothes. Even if he throws the clothes into the washing machine, this process makes him extremely painful.

Keke, what an embarrassing hobby, is the young author exhausted--

He was drinking hot coffee, but his eyes were fixed on the ponytail on Xia Shang's head, and he burst out laughing:

——It seems a bit silly——

"Xia Shang, let's discuss something." Hu Zhongyue took a sip of his coffee, twitching his lips with the tip of his tongue, "As long as you do my laundry, I'll take care of everything else."

Xia Shang turned his head, blinking his big eyes, bright and incredulous: "Is this your attitude to discuss with others?" The drink in his mouth was swallowed down his throat.

Hu Zhongyue was stunned, his eyes inadvertently dodged to other places, and suddenly he said firmly: "Anyway, think about it yourself." He always had the confidence of winning.

Although what he said was not pleasant, but it was a bit cheap to take advantage of. Xia Shang snapped his fingers and made a happy decision.

I said Xia Shang, please note that you are Tianshou and you are Xiaosao. Niang, set the character for me, and don't go astray.

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At noon, Xia Shang didn't eat a few mouthfuls of the lunch made by Hu Zhongyue. His taste was bland, and the dishes he cooked didn't suit Xia Shang's taste. Xia Shang lay on the sofa and ordered a chicken wing and a pizza. After Hu Zhongyue finished washing After the bowl, the takeaway just arrived.

Hu Zhongyue took off his apron, hung it behind the kitchen door, and looked at Xia Shang in the living room with surprised eyes, "Hey, do you think my food is not delicious? Why do you have to order takeaway every time?"

Xia Shang tore open the package with his mouth, looked at Hu Zhongyue with innocent eyes and pouting his lips, he was in his pocket with one hand, neatly dressed, and wearing a white shirt, as if he was not going to cook, but to sit. Taiwan: "Yeah, did you know?"

After finishing speaking, I suddenly felt inappropriate, and added: "Oh, no, the main reason is that I am too picky about food." I ate the chicken drumsticks with spicy sauce.

Maybe it's because Hu Zhongyue is so handsome, and I can't bear to break his heart.I don't know what to do--

"So, this is more to your liking?" Hu Zhongyue bared his teeth and pointed at the chicken legs dipped in hot sauce.

Keke--You are not exhausted, but you have no talent at all--

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At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Shang and Hu Zhongyue were writing articles in the air-conditioned room. Last night's big show featured several sets of clothes. They were extracting fashion elements and turning them into the latest fashion concept of the magazine.

Xia Shang felt a dull pain in his stomach. He probably had gastroenteritis. After 15 minutes, he couldn't straighten up. He was sweating profusely. His forehead was scorching hot. Hu Zhongyue's back of his hand was pressed against his forehead—he had a fever.

"You have a fever, you must go to the hospital." Hu Zhongyue prevented Xia Shang from taking medicine at home.

The little author forcibly added drama to win respect!

Hu Zhongyue took the car keys, took Xia Shang downstairs, and drove his BMW 7 Series from the garage to the door. Xia Shang's face was pale, he opened the car door, and lay down directly in the back seat, his stomach ached so badly. Waist up.

Hu Zhongyue was also a little flustered. He was always indifferent and didn't like talking. This was the first time he took someone to the hospital. Seeing Xia Shang huddled into a ball, clutching his stomach convulsively, he didn't say anything. He stepped up his horsepower and rushed to the hospital. .

There was a traffic light ahead, and the green light was 7 seconds. In order to hurry up, Hu Zhongyue slammed on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like it was loaded with explosives.

Xia Shang was almost ejected from his seat, but fortunately he pulled the doorknob, "Hu Zhongyue, you are dying." Before the weak voice hit the ground, he heard the screeching sound of brake pads and tires rubbing against each other.

The white car driven by Hu Zhongyue was passing the traffic lights at the fastest speed. Just halfway through, a huge truck pulled out from the left. The driver reacted promptly and stepped on the brakes immediately, but the car suddenly turned sideways and turned 180 degrees. The body lost control, the tires went off track, and the white car parked next to the van was crushed by the bang.

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