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Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang standing on the street crying loudly, attracting a group of people's curious eyes, and felt at a loss and helpless rarely.

"Yangyang, why are you crying..."

Shouldn't she be happy enough to jump up and hug him tightly?

Shen Feibai even raised his arms, ready to accept Wen Yang's hug anytime.

But Wen Yang pushed him hard, crying and shouting: "Shen Feibai, you idiot!"

Shen Feibai: "..."

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"Big idiot!" Wen Yang cried very sadly.

Shen Feibai still didn't understand why Wen Yang was crying, and he didn't care about the curious eyes of passers-by around him, he just wiped Wen Yang's tears in a hurry.

"Yes yes yes, I'm a big fool, please don't cry." His voice was extremely soft and soft, just like a cloud floating in the sky.

"You..." Wen Yang said, the small nasal voice sounded extremely aggrieved, "Did you collude with Pipi Li?"

Shen Fei was stunned for a while, but didn't realize who Pipi Li was for a while.

"Did you already know that I like you!" Wen Yang asked him.

Otherwise, why was she not surprised at all when she heard his confession!

"No." Shen Feibai shook his head, and added, "But I guessed a little bit."

He didn't pull Li Lin into the water, looking at Wen Yang's red eyes, his heart softened: "Don't cry, you should be happy, I'm happy now."

Wen Yang hiccupped from crying.

He seemed to feel that it was a bit embarrassing to cry like this on the street, he nodded his breath and responded, but as soon as he relaxed, he couldn't help but started to sob again.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang, and wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to.

He reached out and patted Wen Yang's head: "Do you want to recite it?"

"Yes." Wen Yang's voice was a little low, he walked behind Shen Feibai with his mouth pursed, but instead of jumping on his back, he wrapped his neck around his neck from behind and leaned close to Shen Feibai's ear and said, "Call my husband!"

Shen Feibai showed a look of astonishment.

He snorted, "You called me?"

"Bah!" Wen Yang snorted twice, jumped on Shen Feibai's back, "Go home!"

Shen Feibai supported Wen Yang's leg, and walked forward slowly, his voice was low in the night.

He said, "Yangyang, you can't be an ostrich when you're sober."

Wen Yang hummed and chirped, "Call me husband."

Shen Feibai didn't let go: "You call, I'm listening."

"Tch." Wen Yang expressed disdain.

"If you dare to be an ostrich later, I will confiscate your handheld device." Shen Feibai said.

Wen Yang lay on Shen Feibai's back, wrapped his hands around Shen Feibai's neck, and pinched Shen Feibai's face back and forth.

Hearing what Shen Feibai said, Wen Yang pulled his face: "Then our love may come to an end soon."

"No." Shen Feibai said, "At least you have to finish all the things you should do, and then think about the end."

Wen Yang was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed Shen Feibai's face violently: "Wow, little Baibai, you've learned badly, you actually have a yellow accent!"

"Where did I have a yellow accent?" Shen Feibai slapped Wen Yang's ass, "Stop making trouble, I can't see the way."

Wen Yang stopped the movement of his hands, and asked with a smile: "Then what should be done, Xiao Baibai?"

"Of course it's holding hands and growing old together." Shen Feibai replied.

Wen Yang couldn't help shrinking back, and didn't answer for a while.

With his face pressed against the back of Shen Feibai's neck, he couldn't help showing a brilliant smile while sobbing non-stop.

Shen Feibai didn't see it, neither did the passers-by who were a little far away from them.

Wen Yang watched Shen Feibai walking forward slowly with his back on his back, the branches and street lamps intertwined, leaving clear mottled shadows on the road.

"Am I dreaming?" Wen Yang asked.

Shen Fei laughed, and said in a cold tone, "If you wake up tomorrow and say that you don't remember this incident, I will beat you up."

Wen Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, the numbness and sleepiness caused by alcohol entangled him, and it was difficult to keep his eyes open.

But Wen Yang still firmly grabbed Shen Feibai's clothes under his hands, and asked, "Then what if I'm really dreaming?"

"Then make it happen." Shen Feibai said, "Remember to tell me you like me again when you wake up."

Wen Yang laughed out loud, and couldn't help rubbing the back of Shen Feibai's neck again: "Then you took advantage of it."

"I gave you myself as a birthday present, and you are the one who took advantage." Shen Feibai argued.

Wen Yang hummed in response, finally unable to resist the drowsiness, and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Feibai carried Wen Yang back home without complaint, and it took a lot of effort to move him to the bed safely.

His lower lip gnawed by Wen Yang was still swollen, in order to avoid being found abnormal, Shen Feibai simply didn't go home.

He wiped Wen Yang's body, took a shower by himself, and got into Wen Yang's bed neatly, and ruthlessly threw Wen Feifei, who was trying to sleep with his parents, out of the room.

When Wen Yang woke up the next day, he felt a little dizzy and achy, but it wasn't too serious.

He shook his head, got up from the bed, and heard the sound of dishes and chopsticks coming from the kitchen.

Father Wen and the others didn't come back, and Shen Feibai was the only one who would show up at his house early in the morning to cook him breakfast.

Wen Yang looked down at the slippers on the side of the bed, thought of what he did last night, took a breath, sat on the side of the bed in a daze for a while, then quickly put on the slippers when he came back to his senses , and ran into the bathroom with a clatter of his shoes.

Not too loud in the kitchen.

Wen Yang looked at himself in the mirror while brushing his teeth, rubbed his face vigorously after washing his face, turned his head and went into the kitchen.

"Morning Xiaobaibai!" Wen Yang moved over.

Shen Feibai was copying the codes, so he answered early.

"Little Baibai, I dreamed that you confessed to me yesterday." Wen Yang said.

Shen Feibai sneered, and knocked the edge of the pot with the spatula in his hand, making a "bang bang" sound.

Wen Yang felt that the pot was his head, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Say it again." Shen Feibai said.

Wen Yang immediately changed his words: "I like Xiao Baibai so much!"

Shen Feibai turned his head and glanced at him with a subtle look on his face, then turned his head back.

"I thought about it for a long time last night. Back then, you said that the person you liked could cook."

Shen Feibai slowly stirred the seeds in the pot.

"You also said that the person you like knows what you like to eat."

Wen Yang took a careful look at Shen Feibai's expression, and found that the other party was squinting his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Well, you also said that he can take care of your life."

After Shen Feibai finished speaking, he took out a bowl from the cupboard, filled it with the yards, and put it aside.

"You can, Wen Yang." Shen Feibai laughed as he remembered that Wen Yang was carrying a pair of washed underwear early in the morning and was unwilling to face reality, "I still dreamed of me in my dreams... Ah?"

"After all, my little Baibai is so virtuous and handsome."

Wen Yang patted a wave of flattery, grinned, showing his beautiful eight teeth, and said, "It's cute, I miss you."