Straight Men Taming

Chapter 7 Sweet Daily

Song Zhe was stunned for a moment, and made room for Wang Cheng to sit. He turned his head and continued to watch TV unnaturally.

He couldn't hear a word of what was being said on TV, and now Wang Cheng was sitting next to him, the straight-line distance was less than half a centimeter, and he seemed to be able to feel the body temperature from Wang Cheng on his arm.

He was so nervous that his head was sweating. It had been more than eight years since he sat side by side with Wang Cheng last time. This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made Song Zhe feel restless and restless.

Wang Cheng didn't seem to pay attention, he inserted a piece of strawberry very naturally and sent it to Song Zhe's mouth, and said in cooperation, "Come on, open your mouth and taste it."

Song Zhe was so overwhelmed by his sudden action that he subconsciously opened his mouth and bit down.

Strawberry is the fruit of the season. His mouth is full of juice when he eats it. The unique sweetness provokes his taste buds and makes his face burn.

Song Zhe swallowed the strawberry, rubbed his nose and coughed dryly. Wanting to break the strange atmosphere, he asked casually, "Where did you buy this strawberry? It's quite delicious."

"In the fruit shop downstairs in your house, I picked them one by one. Is it sweet? Eat another one." As he spoke, Wang Cheng inserted another piece of strawberry and fed it to Song Zhe, his eyes full of tenderness. water.

Song Zhe took it with his mouth open, chewed the strawberries in his mouth, avoided his eyes, looked at Wang Cheng's sharp profile, and suddenly became curious: "Why are you so good at cooking now?"

Wang Cheng pursed his lips and smiled wryly, took out a tissue to wipe the water stains on the corners of Song Zhe's mouth, and said softly, "In Singapore, you have to learn to do everything by yourself, not to mention that I have to take care of my mother."

Hearing what he said, Song Zhe asked even more curiously: "What about your mother? Did you go back to China with you?"

Wang Cheng half-cast his eyes and picked up a strawberry and put one in his mouth, not intending to answer this question.

He turned his head and asked Song Zhe: "How did you live before? Cooking by yourself?"

Song Zhe looked embarrassed, and said in an embarrassing manner: "I'm not very good at cooking. I used to eat in the airport cafeteria or order takeaway. I don't bother to move alone."

Wang Cheng smiled kindly, patted his head, and said sincerely: "From then on, tell me what you like to eat, and I will make it for you every day."

Song Zhe was flustered by this look, turned his head and continued to watch TV, and stopped answering the call.

People tend to get sleepy after eating and drinking, and because Wang Cheng lived in Song Zhe last night, Song Zhe didn't sleep well. Watching him on TV made his eyelids fight and his body fell to the side.

Wang Cheng gently supported Song Zhe's shoulders, and whispered into his ear, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy, it's easy to catch cold when sleeping here."

This embrace was very warm, and the breath he exhaled was also dense. Song Zhe gave a confused "uh", but couldn't open his eyes, and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Wang Cheng rubbed Song Zhe's head, slowly picked him up, walked steadily into the bedroom, put him lightly on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him tightly.

Seeing him curled up in a quilt like a kitten, Wang Cheng couldn't help scratching his nose, and said with a chuckle, "You've become heavier."

Wang Cheng got up and turned off the room lights, closed the door and exited.

Walking back to his room, he turned on his laptop and began to make a long-awaited business plan.

He recalled Song Zhe's sleeping appearance carefully in his mind, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although Song Zhe has changed a lot, his kitten-like habit has not changed at all.

It was late at night when I finished what I was doing.

Wang Cheng closed his eyes and meditated.

He will take root in this city and make a name for himself.

He will try his best to make up for Song Zhe until Song Zhe shows him that look again.

He is not afraid of giving, he can afford to wait, because they still have a lifetime, and they will never be separated again.

At this moment, Wang Cheng has not realized whether his feelings for Song Zhe are guilt, friendship, or love. He only knows that when he is with Song Zhe, the darkness in his heart seems to be shone with sunshine, making it so warm He couldn't let go.

Song Zhe originally thought that Wang Cheng's sudden enthusiasm was just a momentary fever.

But as the days passed, Wang Cheng's energy only increased.

From the initial embarrassment to avoidance, Song Zhe got used to it in the third month.

When Wang Cheng was mopping the floor, he took the initiative to sit on the sofa and lift his feet. When Wang Cheng was cooking, he consciously waited on the dining table. When Wang Cheng was washing, he graciously handed over his dirty clothes.

Song Zhe felt that he was becoming more and more like a useless person.

It has been five or six years since he graduated from university, and he can occasionally see small fine lines in the corners of his eyes. From relying on others to becoming independent, Song Zhe feels that he is also an inspirational role model.

But in just three months, Wang Cheng was so used to stretching his hands out of his clothes and opening his mouth when he was eating, that he was completely beaten back to his original shape, and his inertia crawled over every cell in his body like a bug.

It's not that he never thought of helping Wang Cheng, but this man is so virtuous, even if he wanted to help, he really couldn't get in.

When people are lazy, they tend to gain weight. When Song Zhe saw that swimming rings had started to grow on his stomach, he was so frightened that he wanted to jump up. He quickly told Wang Cheng to stop, changed his equipment and went to the gym every day.

Please, he is short of time, he will lose his job if he becomes fat!

Wang Cheng took good care of Song Zhe during this period, and found that he was a problem child in life except that he was a smart person at work and shopping.

Song Zhe is a picky eater, he doesn't eat bitter gourd for vegetables, and he doesn't like durian for fruits.

Even the meat is very picky.

On this day, Wang Cheng made steamed prawns, and Song Zhe didn't move his chopsticks after watching it for a few times.

"Why don't you eat shrimp?" Wang Cheng asked.

Song Zhe took a piece of meatball and put it in his mouth, without raising his eyes: "I think my hands are dirty."

Wang Cheng sighed, picked up a prawn and peeled it. The prawns were picked clean before they were put into Song Zhe's bowl. He joked, "In high school, you helped me eat vegetables every day. Why didn't I see you being so picky about eating? .”

"Hey," Song Zhe glanced up at Wang Cheng, and put the shrimp into his mouth.

This seafood is really delicious. The shrimp meat is firm and sweet, and the seasoning is spicy and tasty. After he chewed and swallowed it slowly, he casually said, "Didn't I have a plan for you at that time, so I ate what was in your bowl?" Food, now that my standard of living is going straight to a well-off life, I don’t bother to make things difficult for myself.”

Since confessing his sexuality to Wang Cheng, Song Zhe has become more and more free from taboos. Anyway, he has this virtue of his own, and he loves to keep it.

Hearing what Song Zhe said, Wang Cheng was really happy, he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Now you treat my six sense organs purely, and your nature is also exposed."

He couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or happiness. Compared with the past, Song Zhe has his own advantages, and he likes them all.

"Hey," Song Zhe smiled slyly, took a mouthful of Wang Cheng's peeled shrimp, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't like to watch it, just move out as soon as possible. That's how I am, and I don't intend to wrong myself."

The most important thing is to be happy, Song Zhe has become more and more aware of it as time goes by.

After Wang Cheng peeled off the one in his hand, he stuffed it directly into Song Zhe's mouth, his eyes were bottomless: "No matter what you do, I feel good, I just want to be with you forever."

Song Zhe blushed again, and the shrimp in his mouth was a bit tasteless. This Wang Cheng is undoubtedly a straight man, but there was a hint of ambiguity in his words.

Thinking too much, thinking too much, he quickly shook his head, denying the thoughts in his heart.

Song Zhe also has a particularly big problem, he likes to smoke.

Wang Cheng felt that this habit was really unhealthy, and he had prevented countless times of his addiction to smoking.

Reluctantly, one day, Song Zhe actually sneaked into the guest room and took out the cigarettes hidden by Wang Cheng, and put them in front of him, looking like an old god: "Do you think smoking in hiding in the room can hide my sensitive nose? "

The corners of Wang Cheng's mouth twitched, and he had some indigestion.

Song Zhe took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it for himself chicly, raised his eyebrows and said triumphantly: "Brother, don't pretend to be aggressive, pretending to be struck by lightning."

Wang Cheng nodded seriously, looked at Song Zhe and said, "Then let's quit smoking together."

"Damn," Wang Cheng's deep pool-like eyes made him uncomfortable, "I want to quit you, leave me alone." After speaking, he left with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Cheng once asked Song Zhe when he was reading a fashion magazine: "How did you learn to smoke?"

Song Zhe flipped through the latest VOGUE issue in his hand, continued to read the analysis of Armani collocations, and said leisurely: "I just broke up with my last boyfriend, and I was unhappy, so I asked some money from my parents to buy this house , repaying the loan for renovations, etc. Anyway, the pressure was very high at that time, so I started smoking.”

It was a story full of hope and disappointment. Song Zhe, who had just entered university, met Qin Yan, the elegant son.

I thought that I would spend my whole life in the shadow of high school, but I never thought that Qin Yan's fireworks by the lake in winter would make Song Zhe, who had not recovered from his old wound, see him as Wang Cheng in a daze.

Qin Yan took him into his arms and said "I like you" in an affectionate tone. This kind of temptation is no less than putting a bottle of lemon Hedy next to someone who is dying of thirst. What's more, Song Zhe feels too bitter to hear this The words filled my eyes with tears.

During the sweetest period of time, he also looked forward to staying with this person and growing old together.

But there is no such cheap thing in the world, and the story is always unavoidable in the end.

The two first came out of the society, Qin Yan's family background was deep and he successfully entered a state-owned enterprise, and he could sit back and relax from [-] to [-], but Song Zhe went to the railway EMU, working hard from dawn to dusk.

The conflict started from then on, and the rift became deeper and deeper until it was irreparable.

It was a sunny day in April, and Song Zhe accidentally transferred shifts with his colleagues and went home early.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qin Yan and a girl making up their minds on the bed.

That kind of picture was so disgusting that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the first poster later.

There will inevitably be quarrels, and no matter how dreamy the beginning, the end will be hysterical and jumpy.

Qin Yan scolded Song Zhe without hesitation: "Don't think I don't know, your family is from a small county town, and you promised so readily when I was pursuing you, but in fact, you just wanted to climb me up!"

"You're just jealous of Wu Xiaoxin and the others. Even the goblin Zhu Zhuzhu lives more like a person than you. Chanel, Burberry, Gucci, LV, which one can you afford? If it weren't for me! You can't even find a place to live after graduation!"

Song Zhe's reaction was a slap, and thinking about it now, he also felt that the slap was too light, and he should have directly smashed him to death with a hammer.

After breaking up unhappy and being taken to Wu Xiaoxin's house to lie dead for three days, Song Zhe decided to borrow money from his family to buy the house.

Thinking about it now, maybe he should thank Qin Yan, if it weren't for the pitfall that fell so badly, he would have spent the rest of his life mourning in the corner.

But now, this self-sufficient happy life has long buried the past and disappeared.

If... Wang Cheng appeared again...

The first time I heard Song Zhe talk about these things, Wang Cheng felt a little uncomfortable. Who was that man in his past?

Thinking of the Song Zhe I met in the past, he was simple, stupid, and behaved, and he was always a good baby in everyone's eyes.

In the past, he learned to use cigarettes to relieve stress because of how painful that man was?

Wang Cheng sighed, took the magazine in Song Zhe's hand, and grabbed his wrist to force him to look up at himself. These deep and beautiful eyes made him sink into it no matter in the past or now: "If you want to smoke, But not more than three in a day."

Song Zhe wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that Wang Cheng was holding him tightly. He sniffed and muttered, "What about you, don't you smoke too? You don't have any restrictions."

"I'll be with you." Looking into Song Zhe's eyes, Wang Cheng said tenderly, "I won't exceed three in a day, it's our agreement."

"What if it exceeds?" Song Zhe murmured.

"If it's more than once, I'll wash a month's worth of dishes." Wang Cheng smiled, Song Zhe at the moment was like a kid who made mistakes, with cute eyes and eyebrows.

"Got it." Song Zhe withdrew his hand forcefully, grabbed the magazine and buried his head in reading it, but couldn't read it anymore, his heart was beating so loudly that he could be heard.

He simply closed the book and hid in the bedroom.

It's really dangerous to stay with a straight man for a long time.

Song Zhe fell onto the bed, buried his face in the pillow, these words flashed through his mind, and he really disliked himself for being worthless, so he scratched his hair vigorously.

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