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Song Xinheng was stunned, reached out to take a few pieces of paper from the bathtub, and leaned over to help Fang Wei stop the bleeding.The steamed paper balls were stuffed into the nostrils, Fang Wei turned his face up at an angle parallel to the ceiling, unable to see Song Xinheng, and the thoughts in his heart really dissipated a bit.Wiping Fang Wei's red lips carefully with a towel, Song Xinheng said, "You're on fire, I'll help you get some hot water to drink."

Before the person stepped out of the bathtub, Song Xinheng swallowed when he heard the door outside, and sat back quickly.

A figure was reflected on the frosted glass of the bathroom. When Mr. Cheng knocked on the door, he vaguely heard movement in the bathtub.

"I bought your favorite orange, and remember to take it from the refrigerator when you come out." After receiving Fang Wei's vague promise, Mr. Cheng changed into his pajamas and went to the living room, discussing the vacation with Mr. Jiang, while I noticed some alarming atmosphere mixed in the house.After closing the colorful brochure, the keen Mr. Cheng went upstairs, and when he came down again, the expression on his face was quite exciting.

The water soaking his body was gradually warm and cool, but Fang Wei got out of the bathtub first, thinking that Song Xinheng couldn't go out naked before the awkward meeting.Wrapped in a bath towel, Fang Wei walked up the stairs along the wall. He didn't find Song Xinheng's clothes in the room. Opened the bathroom door.

"Have you finished washing?" Mr. Cheng looked up at Fang Wei who was stunned on the steps, and beckoned, "Come and see this."

Fang Wei kept silent, and while staring at Mr. Jiang's blood flowing backwards, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.Holding a pair of underpants in his hand, before he had time to rush over to rescue the naked Song Xinheng, he watched Mr. Jiang calmly retreat from behind the door.

"Does Weiwei like Canada?" Mr. Cheng's voice brought Fang Wei back to reality. The place pointed by his fingertips is a residential area with a lake. The water is clear blue and the scenery is pleasant, but the shape looks a little subtle.Just before Mr. Cheng continued to read the words "heart-shaped" lake water following the introductory words, Fang Wei was full of worries and could only think of Song Xinheng's naked buttocks.

"I like it," Fang Wei stuffed the pair of underpants into his pocket, and sat stiffly at the table, hesitating how to explain to Mr. Jiang about bringing him home. Song Xinheng, who was in the bathtub, came out untimely.

He was wearing the one that disappeared in the room, but because Mr. Jiang sent it to the bathroom, Song Xinheng himself felt embarrassed.After stammering and saying hello to Uncle, Mr. Jiang smiled at him gently. Although Mr. Cheng didn't smile, he didn't make things difficult for him.Song Xinheng sat down stiffly. As soon as he touched the chair, Fang Wei's heart skipped a beat, remembering that this person should not be wearing underpants.

"I wanted to talk to you about something, but since you're already at our house, I'll just say it." Although Song Xinheng's first visit to the house was hard to describe, Mr. Cheng struggled for a few seconds, and still put today's For the time being, put the grievances and grievances in the back of our minds: "We plan to go out for vacation during the Chinese New Year, and we want to take Weiwei with us, but he doesn't seem to be very willing to part with you temporarily."

"After all, you are dating now, so I'm here to ask your opinion." Mr. Cheng was a little dazzled by all kinds of landscape pictures, and felt that it would be a pity not to take Fang Wei. Opinion, Weiwei, we will take it away directly."

Fang Wei hadn't spoken yet, and as soon as he posted his hand on Song Xinheng, Mr. Jiang sent him back upstairs as if he was afraid of collusion.The residual smell in the room was still obvious, and Fang Wei's face became hot again when he thought that a third person had just entered.Although it was just a simple question, the conversation between Mr. Cheng and Song Xinheng lasted for more than an hour. When they went upstairs, Song Xinheng actually brought dinner in his hand.

"Your dad is really good at cooking." Song Xinheng, who borrowed flowers to present Buddha, put down the plate: "And it's really... very easy to talk to."

Fang Wei thought he was talking about Mr. Jiang, but he didn't want Song Xinheng to be talking about Mr. Cheng who was chatting with him while cooking.I always remember that the elder in front of me once persuaded himself and Fang Wei to leave. Song Xinheng did not dare to slack off, but Mr. Cheng, who finished cutting tomatoes and went to chop ham, seemed to have long since lost interest in breaking them up, and just listened silently. Song Xinheng's wish to bring Fang Wei home for the New Year.

"Well, that's it." He took another piece of celery washed by Mr. Jiang: "Then you remember to take good care of our Weiwei."

"It should be quite cold over there. He hasn't been there, so he should wear more clothes. If he catches a cold, remember to urge him to take his medicine on time." Thinking of Fang Wei's nervous eyes just now, Mr. Cheng said: "You also Take care of yourself so that we, Weiwei, won't worry again."

There are only two heaviest things in Mr. Cheng's life. One is that he came out of the closet at the age of 22, and the other is that his sweetheart fell into the trap of an unscrupulous idol. Once his heart became heavy, no matter how sincere Song Xinheng was Determined, he didn't listen to it very much. In order to save time and continue to plan the two-person world with Mr. Jiang, he finally just said: "Got it, send him the meal."

"My dad really said that?" Fang Wei couldn't believe it himself: "Then he didn't mention the bathroom."

In fact, Mr. Cheng really didn't mention this matter, and ate sweetly in the bedroom. Even at night, Mr. Cheng didn't chase anyone away, he just brought the quilt and left the room.With the special permission to stay overnight, Song Xinheng visited the house more and more frequently, the extra quilt in the room was never touched, and Mr. Cheng would occasionally prepare Song Xinheng's dinner.

Originally, Fang Wei was still worried about saying goodbye to his father years ago, but when he woke up one day and crawled out of Song Xinheng's arms, there were only two people left in the family, and even Nini was sent to a pet store to be raised.Song Xinheng accompanied him to do the cleaning for half a day. In the afternoon, when Fang Wei was sitting in front of the tea table and sorting out the couplets, the TV was previewing Song Xinheng's new drama, and the clips were very textured.

It's hard to say that this drama is bad, but with Song Xinheng's episodes, there is almost nothing to look forward to.A few days later, Song Xinheng finished his annual leave and arrived at the airport, and Song Xinheng's fascinating PPT of the Republic of China happened to be scrolling on the big screen.A few girls passing by stopped to take pictures, and Fang Wei also took pictures. Song Xinheng asked him if he looked good, Fang Wei nodded, and said that his professional ability was a bit poor.

"Your acting skills may not be as good as mine." Fang Wei said: "You still have singing, and the tone and pitch are not bad, but you have been rushing to shoot for eight years."

"You wrote a song before, and it turned out to be the ringtone of my mobile phone, but it was a bit embarrassing, so you changed it." The knowledge of music theory is passable, but the lyrics are not flattering. Not as good as our kindergarten songs."