After three years

Xun Ziye thought Wen Yuelang's words were just words, but he didn't expect that on New Year's Eve, the other party would really go home with him in suits and leather shoes.

Xun Ziye was puzzled, "What do you want to do when you come to my house...what?"

He wanted to say something at first, but he changed the word abruptly in the middle of the sentence.

With the experience and lessons learned last time, he felt that for the sake of his own safety, he should rarely mention this word in front of Wen Yuelang.

But if you think about it carefully, there seems to be no difference between fucking you and being you?

On New Year's Eve, there were so many cars on the road that they exploded, and Xun Ziye was stuck in traffic.They set off at eight o'clock in the morning, and the original four-hour drive was abruptly blocked into nine hours, and Xun Ziye was convinced.

When I got home, it was already five or six o'clock.

The villa was still the same as before, and Ji Yazhen didn't bother to dress up, so she casually pasted some lucky characters and couplets to deal with the matter.It's just that when she saw Wen Yuelang beside Xun Ziye, her expression changed, and she was finally willing to move away from the mahjong machine.

"Hello, Auntie." Wen Yuelang was polite, and pulled out a small gift bag from behind as if conjuring, "Be careful."

Xun Ziye was taken aback by what he said.

Why didn't he notice when Wen Yuelang hid a bag behind his back?

Ji Yazhen took it casually, and took it out to see that it was a set of expensive skin care products. She was a little disappointed, "I still take it as your marriage certificate."

"Mom!" Xun Ziye's face turned red at what she said, and he hurried forward to prevent Ji Yazhen from saying anything unpleasant.As he was talking, he secretly glanced at Wen Yuelang from time to time. The other party was still the same as usual, but with a smile in his eyes, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The New Year's Eve dinner was organized by Ji Yazhen alone.Her cooking skills are very good, not inferior to the chefs of restaurants and restaurants.It's just that after marrying Xun Hao, she never cooked in person again, and it was not until Xun Hao's death that she started to touch the kitchen again.

"Eat more." Ji Yazhen said this to Wen Yuelang, and kept adding food to him.Wen Yuelang wasn't very picky about food, he never refused anyone who came, and accepted everything with a smile, leaving Xun Ziye stunned.

Why did he think Wen Yuelang was Ji Yazhen's own?

He has never experienced this kind of treatment, has he?

After eating, Ji Yazhen ran back to her automatic mahjong machine to play mahjong.Xun Ziye and Wen Yuelang sat side by side on the sofa, and the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast on the TV every year, and Xun Ziye couldn't stand it after watching it twice.Wen Yuelang didn't turn his eyes to the TV, instead he was fascinated by some photos hanging on the wall.

Xun Ziye followed his gaze and couldn't help but touch his forehead.

That wall is full of his black history!All those ugly pictures of him when he was a child.

"Watch TV!" Xun Ziye shouted in a low voice.

Wen Yuelang saw his angry look, smiled, and moved his gaze from the wall to the TV.But not long after, Xun Ziye discovered that he was secretly looking at the photos again.

Ah.

Xun Ziye sneered.

A man's mouth, a liar.

Later, he will definitely remove these photos from the bottom of the box, no, let's burn them directly, so as to avoid future troubles.

"When did this happen?" Wen Yuelang looked at it and asked suddenly.

Xun Ziye pettyly made up his mind in his heart to ignore him for the next half an hour and ask whatever he liked, but he wouldn't answer anyway.Who knew that Wen Yuelang stood up directly, walked to the side of the TV cabinet, and began to examine it carefully.

Xun Ziye had very good eyesight, so he could see clearly which one he was looking at at a glance.

At this glance, he almost vomited blood.

"boom!"

Xun Ziye stood up angrily, and accidentally bumped his foot against the corner of the table, causing his face to wrinkle from the pain.But even so, he limped and rushed to the TV cabinet, and took off the photo frame.

"Don't look!"

Wen Yuelang didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, and watched him rushing upstairs with the photo frame in surprise.After a while, it slowly came down from above.

He hurried to the side of the stairs, the surprise on his face was replaced by worry, "Are you all right?"

"Huh?" Xun Ziye was puzzled. He hadn't recovered from the series of things just now, and he did it subconsciously.

"Your leg hit the corner of the table just now, what's going on now, show me?" Wen Yuelang said, Xun Ziye came back to his senses.

hiss!

He didn't feel it just now, but now when he mentioned it, he suddenly felt that half of his leg was almost useless.

Seeing his painful expression, Wen Yuelang helped him up indiscriminately, without much hesitation, and directly helped him back to the second floor.

"Where is your room?"

Xun Ziye pointed, and Wen Yuelang immediately helped him to his bedroom.The furniture here is a bit old, and there are still pictures and words written by him when he was naughty when he was a child on the wall.Wen Yuelang looked away after taking a look, and focused all his attention on Xun Ziye's legs.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts, take it easy."

Hearing this, Wen Yuelang relaxed his movements and gently helped him roll up his trouser legs.The impact just now was quite hard, and the big area was red, and it will definitely be bruised after a while.

The cold hand covered it, although it still hurts, but at least it relieved the pain a little.Wen Yuelang touched his skin lightly, and sighed, "It's my fault, I'm sorry."

Xun Ziye didn't expect him to apologize so solemnly, and quickly waved his hands, "It's none of your business, I overreacted."

He had calculated everything, but he never expected that Ji Yazhen would actually hang a picture of him in women's clothing when he was a child on the wall for people to watch.Speaking of which, Ji Yazhen forced him to take the photo. Xun Ziye never had a hobby of women's clothing since he was a child, and instead kept him at a respectful distance.Ji Yazhen forced him to wear it, and after taking the photo, he burst into tears, crying so much that the servants were helpless.

Thinking about it this way, my childhood self was indeed quite ugly.

Xun Ziye disliked himself when he was a child.Wen Yuelang had already warmed up, he stood up, "I'll go get some ice cubes, don't run around."

After speaking, he left the room.

Staying alone in his bedroom, Xun Ziye is quite boring.Looking at the ghostly symbols on the wall, Xun Ziye couldn't help but curl his lips.

"It's really stupid."

He is a nostalgic person, and all his childhood toys are neatly stored in the utility room.The furniture in this room has never been changed, and Xun Ziye will only change it if it is broken, otherwise he will start to make trouble.

Most of the solid wood furniture that has been built for decades is heavy and heavy. There are not many things in his room, and everything is old.Before he could continue his nostalgia, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Wen Yuelang and Ji Yazhen walked in together.

"Tsk tsk." Seeing Xun Ziye's legs, Ji Yazhen clicked twice.She didn't come in either, just leaned against the door and watched, "What a grown-up, and still so reckless."

Xun Ziye lowered his head in embarrassment.

What Ji Yazhen said was correct, indeed he ran into it because he didn't see the road well.

"Xiaowen, don't look at him now just putting on a bitter face. When this kid fell down in his teens, he would cry. When he fell down the stairs in his third year of high school, he cried so loudly that everyone thought he was It was broken, and I went to the hospital to see, good guy, I rubbed my arm, and the wound was at most three centimeters."

"Mom, don't talk about it." The dark history of the past was shaken out by Ji Yazhen, and Xun Ziye felt that he was really going to lose face in Wen Yuelang.

Thinking about it seriously, it wasn't once or twice. The last time I ran into Wen Yuelang in front of the Golden Arch, he was pulled and fell to the middle of the road, and he was bruised when he went to the hospital.

But he is really in pain!

Xun Ziye is upright and confident.

After hearing Ji Yazhen's words, Wen Yuelang's expression didn't change, but Xun Ziye noticed that his shoulders were trembling slightly, obviously trying to hold back a smile.

Laugh at you uncle!

Xun Ziye was wronged, what happened when he was injured and cried a lot!It's not illegal to cry!

Putting ice on it, Xun Ziye was shocked by the biting cold.He was shaking a little, because he was cold.

Then he felt a blanket covering his body, and looking back, Wen Yuelang squeezed the blanket to wrap him tightly, "You don't wear too much, be careful not to get cold."

The look of concern on that face didn't seem to be fake, he really cared about himself.

Xun Ziye stared at him blankly, momentarily forgetting what he was going to say.

"Let's go, don't bother you young couple anymore." Seeing this, Ji Yazhen at the door turned around and left.

Xun Ziye: ...

Wen Yuelang: ...

Come on, the atmosphere was completely ruined by Ji Yazhen's words.

"You should wear more too." After thinking about it, Xun Ziye felt that he should also care about Wen Yuelang.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold." Wen Yuelang smiled and shook his head.

"Are you going to sleep here tonight? Or go back to your house?" Xun Ziye asked, regretting it after asking.

Why did he ask this!

Isn't this clearly driving away customers?

Xun Ziye hurriedly made amends, "No, no, no, don't think too much. I don't mean anything else. We have a lot of rooms here. You can sleep wherever you want. Of course, if you want to go home and sleep, I won't stop you..."

"Oh? Where do you want to sleep?" Wen Yuelang raised his eyebrows.

Xun Ziye suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Wen Yuelang's next words were: "Then I want to sleep with you."

pat.

The ice pack on the leg fell off.

Xun Ziye thought, did he think too well of Wen Yuelang?Why did he have the illusion that this person was a decent person before?

"Is there a problem? We used to sleep on the same bed every day?" Wen Yuelang bent down to pick up the ice pack and put it back on Xun Ziye's lap.

"Also... okay."

Xun Ziye was completely convinced.

Ginger is still old and spicy, and the routine is still Wen Yuelang's deep.

To guess Wen Yuelang's heart, he thought he would have to practice for another 100 years.