unspeakable desire

"I...I don't have a woman." Song Xiaobei blushed immediately.

"Hehe...I'm just kidding you." Ge Jundong knew he was a man of integrity, "How could I not know that Xiaobei in our family is the purest? As long as you have a good meal when I'm not around, If I sleep well, I will feel at ease."

"En." Song Xiaobei nodded.

His sudden obedient behavior made the atmosphere very strange. Ge Jundong didn't like this kind of atmosphere that seemed ambiguous but not what he wanted, "I'm leaving." He withdrew his hand touching his head and turned the doorknob.

Song Xiaobei saw the door was opened, knew he was going to take the first step, and wanted to follow, but it was too late, Ge Jundong had already taken a step outside the door, Song Xiaobei leaned against the door frame, "Be careful on the road." He waved his back to himself and walked towards the parking lot in the yard.

Ge Jundong took out the key, turned the key head to the car, pressed it, and the car lights turned on. Ge Jundong leaned against the front door, opened the door, got in the car, started the car, turned the steering wheel, reversed the car out of the parking shed, and turned Get out of the parking room and drive towards the road outside the yard.

Ge Jundong left. In the big private house, Song Xiaobei stood alone at the door, looking at the darkness outside the door, a few lit street lights, and under the tall grass were Ge Jundong's favorite. Nursing the small garden, Song Xiaobei thought that if it was too early after work, Ge Jundong would work in the small yard for a while, sweating profusely, with muddy hands, like a child, when he was tired, he would smile and say love The smell of earth and the unique smell of grass blades.

Ge Jundong with such a simple life and simple hobbies is such a lovely 27-year-old man. Song Xiaobei remembers the side of him that he let himself see, the angle of his smile, every word he said, remember, he Be nice to him.Hehe... You can lament that Song Xiaobei has such a memory, or you can sympathize with him for not being able to express his true feelings, but you must not encourage Song Xiaobei to take the time to confess to Ge Jundong, because fate cannot be rushed.

Song Xiaobei gently pushed the door with one hand, and pressed a switch inside the door, and the yard suddenly lit up. Under the bright light, Song Xiaobei could clearly see the flowers and plants trimmed by Ge Jundong, the layered orchids, Not to mention tall and short, there are even more flower buds ready to bloom than in the yards of other families in this yard, "He really... likes plants." Walking into the yard, he looked at Ge Jun Dong bought a precious plant whose name he didn’t know, “It’s so well taken care of.” Those who want to rest sit on the wooden stool in the shape of an ancient tree root worth 2 million yuan in the yard.

Song Xiaobei sat like this for 10 minutes, and the next door resident in this community who came back from a walk saw Song Xiaobei sitting alone in the yard and asked, "Xiaobei, did your boyfriend leave you as a housekeeper again? "

"No." Song Xiaobei looks very gentle, and his face is somewhat similar to Ge Jundong, but Song Xiaobei's appearance looks particularly gentle.Think about it, a luxury European-style house, two men live together, one of them has such a gentle temperament, now, not only is he wearing a pink lace apron, sitting on a dead wood stool, his hands are covered with white powder, and there are a few more on the apron The slap print looks like the meaning of being a housewife. "He's not my boyfriend." Song Xiaobei didn't know how many times he answered someone like that.

"Oh, what's the point of embarrassment, you've been together for a year, and our neighbors all know about it." They were not joking, they often saw Song Xiaobei doing housework at Ge Jundong's house.

"We're really not a couple." Song Xiaobei didn't emphasize it on purpose, but to prove Ge Jundong's innocence.

"Didn't you still live in his house for so long and do housework for him every day?" In the eyes of others, the relationship between Song Xiaobei and Ge Jundong was not simple.

Song Xiaobei stood up, patted the wrinkled apron on his body, "I'm a servant." He was very careful, but the flour mill on the apron still flew up, making Song Xiaobei cough repeatedly.

"Okay, stop talking, go back to the house quickly, it will be colder here at night, you can't wear short sleeves." They waved to Song Xiaobei and walked forward.

"Well," Song Xiaobei watched them go away, "Thank you for reminding me." When they turned their heads, Song Xiaobei smiled, and they also smiled, and then they took their children and walked away.

"Hehe...it's really...." Song Xiaobei scratched his head, and was really happy to be told that he and Ge Jundong were lovers.Look at the environment here is not only quiet, but also the residents who live here are quite talkative. Although there are also celebrities here, they get along well. Before Song Xiaobei enters the house, look to the left. It is a 3-story building European-style private residences, look to the right, there are a few tall buildings with elevators, as tall as skyscrapers, Song Xiaobei can’t count the floors at a time, and I don’t know how many residents there are, only the design and color of the exterior windows and walls are different. It is extremely fashionable and modern, and the spacing is so oppressively dense. Song Xiaobei remembered that Ge Jundong had thought about living in a house with that kind of modern layout before, but before the house was sold, Ge Jundong went to see it. However, because the house is narrow and short, it is not suitable for his housing needs, and it also made Ge Jundong feel irritable when he came in to see it, so Ge ​​Jundong gave up the idea of ​​buying a house there to live close to his house.With such an expensive housing price, Song Xiaobei wanted to buy a house, and the money in his account was not enough for the down payment of the house.Therefore, Song Xiaobei didn't think too much about it. Seeing the lights on in the tall building, Song Xiaobei sighed, "It's really dangerous to live in such a high place." Song Xiaobei touched the door frame, "This house is better, The color is so warm." Entering the door, closing the door, looking at the rustic furniture with small florals in the room, Song Xiaobei went to the kitchen in a good mood to continue making noodles.