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Ling Shengyu hated two foods the most in his life, one was carrots and the other was coriander.

Therefore, when he faintly smelled the smell of coriander coming from outside the bedroom in the "sick bed", he "strengthened" his sick body, came to the kitchen, looked at Jing Wenxi's busy back and asked, "Wife, what are you doing?" What?"

My wife is very talkative today, but she didn't correct his title.

She looks so cute in an apron, which makes you want to hug her from behind.

But what the wife said was very cruel: "Roasted beef with carrots."

Speaking of this, Jing Wenxi happened to start the pot. He grabbed a large handful of coriander and sprinkled it in the bowl, then turned to Ling Shengyu and said, "Go and wash your hands, come over to eat."

Ling Shengyu stood there with a face of despair, highlighting his "sick face" to the fullest.

"Are you okay?" Jing Wenxi took off his apron, looked at the listless Ling Shengyu and asked, "Are you losing your appetite?"

Of course Ling Shengyu didn't have an appetite, but there was no reason not to eat the food his wife worked so hard to cook for him.

"It's okay." He pulled out a weak smile, went to the sink to wash his hands, and then pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.

"Eat more." Jing Wenxi sat across from Ling Shengyu, served him a good meal and handed it to him, "Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight the disease."

"Oh." Ling Shengyu stretched out his chopsticks honestly, but the target was the vegetables beside him.

One minute later, Jing Wenxi looked at the untouched carrot roast beef and raised his eyebrows strangely. He took the initiative to pick up a piece of carrot and put it in Ling Shengyu's bowl, saying, "Taste the taste."

Ling Shengyu pursed his lips, and under Jing Wenxi's concerned eyes, he swallowed the carrot whole as if heroically.

"Is it delicious?" Jing Wenxi asked.

"En." Ling Shengyu nodded with difficulty.

"Secretary Sun said you like carrots and coriander the most." Jing Wenxi picked up another piece of carrot for Ling Shengyu, and did not forget to garnish it with a coriander leaf, "Eat something you like, and the cold will heal faster. "

Ling Shengyu has calculated thousands of times, but at Sun Ying's age, he would be interested in being a justice envoy of "punishing rape and eradicating evil".

He looked at the food in the bowl with a complicated face, and was embarrassed to say that these were the two things he hated to eat the most. After all, his wife finally made him a meal, how dare he dislike it?

With the mentality of early death and early rebirth, he ate up the carrots and coriander like a storm.

However, when he was slumped on the sofa to digest his food in relief, the sound of the juicer came from the kitchen.

Immediately, he had a bad feeling in his heart, stretched his neck and asked nervously: "Wife, what are you squeezing?"

Jing Wenxi said leisurely: "Carrot juice."

Ling Shengyu: "..."

After the hellish dinner time, Ling Shengyu didn't even need to deliberately pretend to be sick, and he perfectly showed that he had only half life left.

He took advantage of Jing Wenxi to tidy up the kitchen, pretended to take cold medicine, and then nestled on the sofa, complaining that his stomach was uncomfortable.

Jing Wenxi quickly noticed that something was wrong with Ling Shengyu in the living room. He put down the rag in his hand, came to the sofa with a worried face and asked, "Do you want some Jianweixiaoshi tablets?"

"No." Ling Shengyu curled his mouth, looked at Jing Wenxi pitifully and said, "Rub my stomach for me."

"I..." Jing Wenxi's expression immediately changed from worried to speechless, "Are you sure your stomach is uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." Ling Shengyu nodded obediently, "The carrots made by my wife are so delicious, I'm full."

Jing Wenxi still has some confidence in his cooking skills. Although he knows that Ling Shengyu is mostly pretending to be his grandson, since this brat praises his delicious cooking, he can't help showing mercy , rub his stomach.

"OK?"

Through the thin silk pajamas, Jing Wenxi's fingers spun clockwise on the tight abdominal muscles.

Jing Wenxi accidentally entered Ling Shengyu's office before, and saw him with his upper body naked.

Now, as the fingertips slid across the ravines, Jing Wenxi inevitably outlined the shape of the abdominal muscles in his mind, so after rubbing it a few times, he felt his cheeks getting hot, and withdrew his hand.

"That's it?" Ling Shengyu snorted dissatisfiedly, then took Jing Wenxi's hand with every inch, and pressed it on his stomach, "Knead for a while."

"Just for a while." Jing Wenxi looked away unnaturally, and started rubbing again perfunctorily.

"Wife." Ling Shengyu lay comfortably on Jing Wenxi's lap, looking straight at him.

"What?" Jing Wenxi replied reflexively, but he immediately realized that his attitude was too natural, so he stopped what he was doing, frowned and looked at Ling Shengyu and said: "Today's situation is special, I don't care about it with you. "

"Yeah." Ling Shengyu smiled in a good mood, "I know my wife dotes on me."

This brat knows how to do whatever he wants with his good temper.

Jing Wenxi raised his eyes helplessly, thinking that he didn't know when he could get rid of his soft-hearted bad habit.

"You said earlier that you had a sweetheart in college," Ling Shengyu asked suddenly, "Who was it?"

"It's none of your business." Jing Wenxi replied angrily.

"I want to know why you like him." Ling Shengyu stubbornly grinds Jing Wenxi's patience, "I want to learn from him."

"I was blind." Jing Wenxi suddenly increased the strength in his hand, and said as if venting his anger, "Seeing him hiding and crying alone, I feel sorry for him, so I have been paying attention to him for so many years."

"Hmm." Ling Shengyu had to tense his abdominal muscles to bear Jing Wenxi's torture.

He is not a fool, it is obvious that Jing Wenxi is taking out his anger on him at the moment.A scene that he had forgotten for many years suddenly flashed in his mind. He sat up on his knees, looked at Jing Wenxi in disbelief and said, "Is your sweetheart me?"

Jing Wenxi frowned, turned his eyes away and said firmly: "No."

"Exactly!" Ling Shengyu leaned forward, forcing Jing Wenxi to lean back on the armrest of the sofa, "You came to my parents' funeral and saw me cry!"

It's just that Ling Shengyu never cared about the marriage contract at that time, and after his parents passed away, no one told him that it was his marriage contract partner, so in his memory, Jing Wenxi's existence was very thin.

"Hey," Jing Wenxi supported Ling Shengyu's shoulders, reminding him uncomfortably, "You're too close."

"Wife." Ling Shengyu didn't care about Jing Wenxi's protest, and directly pressed him on the armrest of the sofa, "It was me who was wrong before, and I was blind, just give me a chance to behave again good?"

"Get up first." Jing Wenxi frowned.

"I won't get up if you don't agree." Ling Shengyu said.

Jing Wenxi rolled his eyes in his heart, and said in his heart that it really was the dog's usual style of doing things.

"Understood." He exhaled, "Get up for me."

Seeing that Jing Wenxi finally let go, Ling Shengyu swished up the big invisible tail behind him, shaking it non-stop: "Honey, you can stay with me tonight."

"Why should I stay here?" Seeing that the dog didn't get up, but also pushed forward, Jing Wenxi was furious, "I don't even have a change of clothes."

"I have it here." Ling Shengyu blinked pitifully, "I'm sick today, can't you make an exception and accompany me?"

Ling Shengyu really grasped Jing Wenxi's weakness to death. When he mentioned illness, Jing Wenxi lost his temper instantly, moved his lips, and compromised: "Then only tonight."

What Jing Wenxi thought of as "accompanying" was to stay next door. If Ling Shengyu felt unwell in the middle of the night, he could get up in time to take care of her.

However, when he came to the guest bedroom wearing Ling Shengyu's pajamas after taking a shower, he saw Ling Shengyu next door lying on the big bed, patted the pillow beside him, and said to him: "Honey, come watch a movie with me."

It's only past eight o'clock in the evening, and Jing Wenxi really has nothing to do.

He didn't go into Ling Shengyu's bedroom, but stood by the door and asked: "I see you look so lively, can I go back?"

"I can't live like a dragon." Ling Shengyu's tone suddenly became weak, "It's because of you that I have a little energy."

Jing Wenxi didn't say anything more, he went back to the living room and took a pillow, then walked slowly to Ling Shengyu's bedroom, and climbed onto his bed.

"Put this pillow in the middle." Jing Wenxi said lightly, "No crossing the line is allowed, and I will go home if I cross the line."

"it is good."

Ling Shengyu turned on the projector and played an action movie.

The core of action movies is the same, the protagonist is framed, the road encounters a beautiful woman to save him, and the two join hands to defeat the villain.

Jing Wenxi watched it with relish. At the moment when the ending song played, he glanced at Ling Shengyu beside him. He was a little surprised that this dog was so honest. He behaved well for two hours without any cross-border behavior.

However, as soon as he looked back, he felt Ling Shengyu reach out his hand, pulled his fingers, and asked cautiously: "Honey, can I kiss you?"

Jing Wenxi frowned, and said without the slightest leeway: "Of course not."

In Jing Wenxi's prediction, Ling Shengyu will definitely push him to kiss him, and then he can consider whether to agree to let him kiss his cheek according to the sincerity of this person.

The above is Jing Wenxi's prediction.

He stared blankly at the magnified black shadow in front of him, before he could react to what was going on, he was pressed against the pillow and blocked his lips.

"Hmm...you...you bastard..." Jing Wenxi seized the gap to protest desperately, "Dare to attack me?"

Ling Shengyu has practiced it several times in the game, so he is naturally familiar with kissing Jing Wenxi in reality.

The tongue-twisting feeling cannot be simulated in a luxury game cabin. Jing Wenxi was soon dazzled by Ling Shengyu's kiss, and in a daze, he even cooperatingly circled Ling Shengyu's neck.

In fact, Jing Wenxi is soft-hearted, but he is not an unprincipled person.

It's not that he can't see that Ling Shengyu is not seriously ill, nor can he see that he has been pretending to be pitiful. The reason why he doesn't care about it and let Ling Shengyu make demands on him is also because this person is called Ling Shengyu, and he has been in love with him for many years. The stinky brat who finally let go, but was unlucky enough to fall in love with him.

If someone else had given him an inch so shamelessly, he would have turned his back on him long ago.

Only Ling Shengyu could make his heart harden at all.

Yes, the heart does not harden, but another part does.

Fortunately, Jing Wenxi still had a sliver of rationality, he pushed Ling Shengyu away, gasped and said, "No, you are still sick and need to rest."

"It's okay." Ling Shengyu kissed him again, bit Jing Wenxi's lips and said, "I'm not sick, just pretend."

The rustling sound of the kiln stopped suddenly, Jing Wenxi froze in place as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her, and looked at Ling Shengyu in disbelief.

He thought that Ling Shengyu was just not seriously ill and just pretended to be sick, but he didn't expect that this bitch was not sick at all.

As for Ling Shengyu, as soon as he said the words, he realized that something was wrong. He looked at Jing Wenxi, whose face was getting darker and darker, and said cautiously: "I am not sick...but, but... ..my brain seems sick."

Since falling in love, his IQ has plummeted, and he has completely lost its previous level.

"Hehe." Jing Wenxi sneered, and mercilessly kicked Ling Shengyu off the bed, "I don't sleep with people who are mentally ill."