you better leave me alone

There is a second time to use power for personal gain. When I heard that Chen was the first to leave after get off work, the employees' jaws dropped in shock.

On the way back, he went around the Electric City, and he didn't like the traditional little sun, so he finally bought a smart heater, which can hang clothes to dry, and put them in the car to take home.

Lin Zewu was lying on the bed resting, when he heard a loud bang at the door, he reluctantly stood up and went out, only to see Chen Zheng closing the door with difficulty while carrying a box.

Lin Zewu saw the words on the package clearly: "Heater?"

"Looking at the weather forecast, the temperature will drop in two days. The temperature is like a roller coaster. Buy one to be prepared."

Wen Chen tore off his tie, rolled up his sleeves and began to unpack it. Although the thing was not big, it was a bit heavy, and it was difficult to peel it off. Where to put it was a problem.

Just as he was moving the heater to the living room, Wen Chen caught sight of Lin Zewu who was standing blankly at the door.

—— His face was pale and drowsy, his trousers were rolled up twice, exposing his white ankles, and he looked even thinner under the loose clothes.

Wen Chen asked casually: "Sleeping until now? Have you eaten at noon?"

Lin Zewu said vaguely: "Drink a few sips of water, I'm not hungry."

That is not eating.

Wen Chen plugged in the power and made sure the thing was working. He got up and walked to the bedroom. Seeing this, Lin Zewu turned sideways to make way for him.

As soon as he turned around, a palm was stuck to his forehead, and the bitter smell of men's perfume burrowed into Lin Zewu's nose.

Wen Chen read a word: "I'm not burning stupid."

Lin Zewu: "..."

"Why don't you know you're hungry?"

Lin Zewu said with a guilty conscience: "I overslept."

"Ah."

Wen Chen patted the top of his head very smoothly, which stunned Lin Zewu.Lin Zewu leaned his back against the wall, feeling a tingling sensation trickling down from the top of his head.

This feeling was too foreign to him.

"Spicy food?"

In a daze, Wen Chen went to look through his dishes, but before Lin Zewu could answer, he denied it again.

"You have to eat lighter recently."

So the dishes that night were very light, almost like a bird.

Tomato scrambled eggs, dry fried hairtail, boiled chicken, and a bowl of clear mushroom soup.

When Lin Zewu took his seat, Wen Chen was already sitting opposite him, waiting for him with his chin propped up, seeing his wandering gaze, Wen Chen raised the corner of his mouth.

"What are you looking at? Do you suspect that I poisoned the dishes?"

"No."

Lin Zewu once thought that he could only make fitness and nutritious meals.

"Here, I don't like this."

Wen Chen put a bright red bottle in front of him, looked at it, and there were three words "ketchup" written on it.

Among these dishes, it is estimated that only boiled chicken can use this sweet stuff.

Lin Zewu respectfully thanked Bumin.

Before taking a few bites, Wen Chen asked suddenly: "In another month, will you be eighteen?"

"En." Lin Zewu responded lightly.

"In this way, you are a year late in school."

"It's not too late." Lin Zewu swallowed a mouthful of rice, and he couldn't taste the taste due to his lack of taste. He said in a muffled voice, "I dropped out of school when I was young."

"School leave?"

Wen Chen subconsciously remembered those two events ten years ago.

"For physical reasons, I took a year off from school."

Lin Zewu looked like he didn't want to talk more, so Wen Chen prepared to divert the topic.

"Why is your mother so sensitive to your grades?"

Lin Zewu: "Probably because of my dad."

"Your father?"

"I heard that my dad used to have good grades. He was admitted to university at that time and had a bright future, but he wanted to start a business."

Lin Zewu didn't have much expression on his face when he talked about his father, as if he was simply talking about someone he knew.

Wen Chen could only say, "I have an idea."

Lin Zewu didn't raise his head, so he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but he continued to say unhurriedly: "However, he failed and caused a lot of trouble. My mother was stimulated. In her eyes, she doesn't want me and My dad has a little bit in common, such as good academic performance."

Lin Zewu raised the corner of his mouth in embarrassment: "Fortunately, she didn't go crazy because I am a man like my father, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Wen Chen supported the edge of the bowl silently: "Your mother doesn't like it, so you plan to do it all the time?"

"How about it?"

"Neglect of study." Wen Chen used a euphemistic word.

"I'm studying." Lin Zewu told him calmly, "I have to get my high school diploma."

"After high school? What kind of college have you considered?"

Lin Zewu was startled, lowered his head, and picked his chopsticks in the bowl.

"College...I'm still thinking about which path is best for me."

He did not directly answer whether he wants to take the university entrance examination.

If he is determined to go to university, Wen Chen will definitely support him without saying a word.

Hearing that Chen was thinking about something, he happened to have a phone call at hand.

Generally, no one will come to Wen Chen after get off work if there is no urgent matter. He is a weirdo who can even escape from company parties.

Wen Chen put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone and walked to the balcony, the sound of the conversation was blurred by the distance.

The phone call was very long, and Wen Chen hung up the phone about 10 minutes later and came back, his body was already wet from the rain.

Wen Chen suddenly spoke.

"Next week, my parents are coming over."

This sentence was caught off guard, and its lethality was comparable to that of Old Liu. Lin Zewu was so frightened that he almost lost his chopsticks when he wanted to visit his home.

Lin Zewu asked in disbelief, "Come here?"

"Of course not, I don't have a place to sleep here." Wen Chen quickly placed the order and paid, flipped over his phone and showed him his hotel VIP card, "They like to stay in hotels."

Lin Zewu breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows: "Afraid to see my parents? It's not about getting married and meeting parents. What are you afraid of? Take a step back and say, my parents are very open-minded."

Lin Zewu choked, and after realizing it, he said, "It's not because of fear, but because of embarrassment."

Wen Chen couldn't deny it.

More than eight o'clock in the evening.

Wen Chen was handling things in the room, and the atmosphere was serious and quiet.

Lin Zewu sat alone in the living room, and recited the words resignedly in his spare time, then turned out Li Xun's WeChat, and opened the after-school notes he sent to read.

He missed a lot of lessons, and he had to settle down and chew them slowly before he could keep up.

In the living room, only a desk lamp beside the sofa was turned on, the light illuminated the surrounding area, and fine floating dust slowly circled under the light.

Lin Zewu stepped on the plush carpet with bare feet, leaning on the round pillow behind his back, and could faintly hear the sound of typing on the keyboard coming from inside.

Law dull.

Lin Zewu heard it in a daze.

I don't know when, the knocking sound stopped, and changed to the sound of footsteps in a leisurely manner, and then put the cup, poured water, and walked back... halfway, the footsteps stopped.

Wen Chen Yao looked away, and Lin Zewu sensitively caught his gaze.

Wen Chen stood where he was without blushing, his skin thick as a city wall, and said solemnly: "Go to the hospital the day after tomorrow, your mother's report should come out."

Lin Zewu froze: "Yes."

"sleep earlier."

Lin Zewu said: "Wait a minute, I'll finish reading this page."

Wen Chen approached with a teacup: "Study?"

When this person talked about studying, he immediately became very gentle.

Lin Zewu moved aside: "After all, I still want to get a high school diploma."

Wen Chen roughly glanced at the picture on his phone, and said, "This word is not yours."

"Do you know what my handwriting looks like?"

"I saw it once."

"You remember it once?"

"Envy?" Wen Chen asked him, "Brother is gifted with extraordinary memory, so I can't be envious."

Lin Zewu didn't know how to answer his sentence for a while, grabbed the pillow under his hand in a daze for a while, and finally chose to change the subject.

"It's the name of our class committee."

"The school committee that gave you the leave note?" Wen Chen remembered that there was such a person, and leaned back, with a flat tone, "He is very righteous to you, and you have a very good relationship."

"He was blackmailed by Golden Retriever several times before. I rescued him and got his money back."

After Wen Chen heard this, his expression was serious: "That's why you are being targeted by the golden retriever?"

Lin Zewu didn't deny it. After flipping through the last picture, he put away his mobile phone and slowly stood up while leaning on the armrest of the sofa.

"I will go to bed."

Because of the shoulder injury, Lin Zewu has been a little feverish. Such a fever makes him mentally weak, and his physical strength and spirit have entered a trough. If he can fall down, he doesn't want to sit down.

In the bedroom, only the lamp on Wen Chen's desk was turned on, Lin Zewu groped to the side of the bed, and buried himself under the soft quilt.

Wen Chen quickly settled the rest of the matter, and within 10 minutes after Lin Zewu lay down, Wen Chen came out of the shower and found that he was fast asleep.

He didn't sleep well, his brows were slightly frowned, and his fingertips were uneasily tugging at the corner of the quilt.

Wen Chen opened his side and was about to lie down when the person next to him turned over and rolled from the other end to the center, Wen Chen could touch him by raising his hand.

"..."

Wen Chen touched his forehead with a righteous expression.

Cold and sweaty.

If it doesn't get better tomorrow, you have to go to the hospital for an examination.

Around eleven o'clock in the evening, the coolness is getting stronger.

Wen Chen routinely checks the weather forecast before going to bed, and finds that the temperature will drop by eight degrees tomorrow.

Suddenly the side of the waist was lightly touched, and the tingling sensation touched the skin through the pajamas, and then gently climbed up the nerve endings and transmitted to the brain in charge of emotions.

very itchy.

Wen Chen lifted the quilt, and saw a black head resting on his waist.

Lin Zewu thought it was cold, so he spontaneously rubbed against him.

"..."

Wen Chen looked at it for a while, then covered the quilt again, turned off the bedside lamp with his backhand, and lay down on his side.

The author has something to say: Wen Chen: I think he is a bit cute.