After three years

What the hell is pulling my switch again! ? ! !

Since Wen Yuelang was still by his side, Xun Ziye swallowed the vulgar words.He stopped silently, pulled back the electric switch, smiled at the puzzled Wen Yuelang, and said lightly: "It's okay, let's go up."

Wen Yuelang was silent for a moment, but finally said nothing.When they arrived at the door of Xun Ziye's house, Xun Ziye and Wen Yuelang thanked each other and prepared to go in.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yuelang remained motionless.

Xun Ziye asked, "Is there anything else?"

Wen Yuelang flashed a smile and raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you inviting me in?"

When it comes to this, Xun Ziye can't refuse, so he can only agree.As a result, something even more embarrassing happened-

he!Home!Of course!forget!remember!bring!key!key, spoon!up!

Xun Ziye stood awkwardly at the door, staring at the luxurious door just changed.

"Well, I forgot to bring the key when I came out..." When he was speaking, Xun Ziye wanted to get into the cracks in the ground.

Xun Ziye really has no face to push this pot on the lucky value.

This is no longer the category of bad luck, he is stupid, he is stupid, he is so out of his mind that he forgets to bring his keys.

After hearing Xun Ziye's words, Wen Yuelang also fell into a mysterious silence.

Xun Ziye didn't even have the courage to raise his face to look at him, and faced the door dejectedly, as if he was facing a wall and thinking about his past.After a long silence, it was Wen Yuelang who finally broke the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Go to my house."

"What?" Xun Ziye was startled.

Brother, you came to this conclusion after thinking for a long time?

Subconsciously, he wanted to take out his mobile phone and call the property management to ask him to open the door, but then he remembered that his broken mobile phone had run out of battery.He had no choice but to ask Wen Yuelang, "Can I borrow my phone?"

"Do you want to call the property management to open the door?" Wen Yuelang took out his mobile phone, '21:38' was shining brightly on the screen, "It's too late now, and the other party probably won't come up to help you open the door."

Think about it too, Xun Ziye is well versed in the procrastination of property management.Things that can be delayed for a day or two are never done in the past, at least they have to be urged three or two times before they are late, unless such a major event as murder, arson, and burglary is usually not even seen, and the management fee is charged. Diligent than anyone else.

Even if you want to stay in a hotel, it won't work.Xun Ziye now needs money, no money, no documents, no documents. Thinking about it this way, it seems that the only option left is to borrow Wen Yuelang's house.

Xun Ziye was still hesitating until he entered Wen Yuelang's house.

Wen Yuelang didn't treat him as an outsider, and took out the fur slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to him, "I don't have anything here, just take a look."

Nothing?

Looking at this low-key and luxurious loft duplex apartment, and comparing it with his own one-bedroom den, Xun Ziye shed tears of sadness.

"I'm sorry, I have troubled you too much." Xun Ziye still felt a little sorry.

Wen Yuelang asked him to wait in the living room for a while before going upstairs by himself.A few minutes later, Wen Yuelang, who had changed into home clothes, came down from upstairs with an extra medicine box in his hand.

"Your wound still needs to be taken care of." Wen Yuelang put the medicine box on the coffee table and sat beside Xun Ziye.

"I can do this by myself." Xun Ziye couldn't help but feel a little shy and terrified seeing him looking like he was going to help him deal with the wound.

What is this going on again?Hey, hey, he hasn't gone any further yet. Why did he agree to live in his house?

"Can you do the wound on your back yourself?" Wen Yuelang looked at the large scratch on Xun Ziye's arm and frowned, "What's going on? Why did you lie down on the road at night?"

Hearing this question, Xun Ziye remembered that he didn't seem to have explained the reason to Wen Yuelang, and explained the matter in a few words.After listening to his explanation, Wen Yuelang's brows were still furrowed, with a serious and serious expression on his face.

"The other party should have premeditated it, not because of your own luck."

Xun Ziye nodded.

He thought so too, and there was no need to guess who could do such a thing.

It's just that it's hard to tell Wen Yuelang this kind of parental shortcoming.After thinking about it, he still explained: "Family issues, it's inconvenient to reveal too much."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yuelang looked up at him, and said abruptly, "It's Li Guihua?"

Xun Ziye blurted out: "How do you know?"

don't!Has all this crap about his family spread to Wen Yuelang? ? ?

Xun Ziye was in shock, he couldn't bear the seriousness on his face, and now he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Wen Yuelang didn't expect his reaction to be so strong, so he patiently explained: "Mr. Xun, don't think too much, I heard this name from Lingtang."

"Mr. Wen knows my mother?"

Wen Yuelang nodded: "A few years ago, I bought a house in Jiangjingyuan, which happened to be next to your house. Occasionally, I would talk to her when I went back. I learned about Li Guihua from her mouth. "

It’s over.

Xun Ziye was discouraged.

He just said how he felt that Wen Yuelang was so familiar with him, and he dared to say that Ji Yazhen had explained all the short stories of his parents.

No one is more familiar with Ji Yazhen's temperament than Xun Ziye.Normally, he would look down on anyone, and he would be lazy to say a word, but if he caught his eye, he must be concentrating on being nice to him, and talking about everything.

Looking at Wen Yuelang again, no, Xun Ziye no longer has the face to look at Wen Yuelang.

The conversation between the two ended and fell into endless silence.Xun Ziye lowered his head, wishing he could pretend he didn't exist, and stared at the little piggy Peppa on the fur slippers on his feet.

It wasn't until he felt a cold touch on his arm that he suddenly came back to his senses and looked up at Wen Yuelang.

I saw that the other party took out a pair of thin-rimmed glasses from nowhere and put them on his nose, with the sleeves of both hands rolled up, a cotton swab in one hand and alcohol in the other.Xun Ziye shrank back subconsciously, but Wen Yuelang yelled, "Don't move."

Xun Ziye settled down.

As if petrified, he remained motionless and let Wen Yuelang disinfect himself.When the alcohol touched the wound, it was sour. Xun Ziye endured the pain and did not cry out, but his face wrinkled from the pain.

Seeing his bitter face, Wen Yuelang put down the alcohol, "Alcohol disinfection does hurt a bit, I'll get you hydrogen peroxide."

"No need." Xun Ziye insisted.

What is he talking about?

A majestic man, it's not that he can't bear even a little pain and injury.

Xun Ziye, who felt that his dignity as a man had been violated, was very insistent this time, even if it hurt to death, he insisted on using alcohol.Seeing his appearance, Wen Yuelang didn't say much, picked up the alcohol and continued to carefully disinfect the wound on his body.

Just after treating the wounds on his hands and feet, Xun Ziye's face and back were covered with fine beads of sweat.

Seeing him like this, Wen Yuelang couldn't help asking one more question: "Is there really no need to change the hydrogen peroxide?"

"No need!" Xun Ziye almost yelled, the aura of these two words surprised him.

Although he knew that he had no privacy left on Wen Yuelang's side, Xun Ziye still had to face.

He doesn't hurt, he really doesn't hurt.

In fact, Xun Ziye, who was already dying of pain, kept hypnotizing himself in his heart. The tragic mood made him want to shout on the spot, "Who knows when a fish cries and water knows I cry".

"Okay." Seeing how persistent he was, Wen Yuelang couldn't say much more, "Take off your clothes, and the wound on your back needs to be dealt with."

Xun Ziye started to take off his clothes, taking off and taking off, and he reacted suddenly.

Is there something wrong with this?

"Well, I'll just go to the bathroom and fix it myself."

We just met for a short time, how did it develop to the step of undressing in front of the other party?Although it was just for the medicine, no matter what Xun Ziye thought, it was absolutely subtle.

You don't have to lose your face, but you can't lose your integrity!

Xun Ziye, you have to calm down!

After imbuing himself with several doses of boosters, Xun Ziye looked at Wen Yuelang with a serious face, trying to convey to Wen Yuelang the hint of "this is wrong, it's not good, we are decent people, or I can do it myself".

It's a pity that this seemed to be winking to a blind man, and what Wen Yuelang saw was Xun Ziye's sweaty and pale face, which strengthened his determination to help.

"Don't be embarrassed." Wen Yuelang spoke a little slower than ordinary people, enunciating words clearly and at a slow pace, adding a sense of calmness.

Xun Ziye felt that his brain was really flooded tonight.

After going out without a key, now listening to Wen Yuelang's words is like being bewitched, and after thinking about it carefully, I think it makes sense.

The action was much faster than his thoughts, and when he came to his senses, he obediently took off his shirt and half-lyed on the sofa with his back facing Wen Yuelang.

The heating was turned on in the room, but there was no coolness.But when the alcohol cotton ball touched the scratch on his back, Xun Ziye finally couldn't help hissing.

"I'll be gentle, bear with me." Wen Yuelang said so, and the movements of his hands sped up a bit.

Xun Ziye endured the pain by force, and these few minutes seemed like a century to him.When it finally came to the end, when he heard Wen Yuelang's "OK", he immediately collapsed on the sofa.

so tired.

For the first time, he knew that disinfection can eliminate such suffering.

If he was the only one, the poison might be cured until next year. Grinning his teeth and gasping for cold air, he repeatedly tested the wound with an alcohol cotton ball.There is no way, he is such a person who is afraid of pain, a little injury is fatal to him.

"Thank you." Even though he had collapsed on the sofa, Xun Ziye expressed his sincere thanks to Wen Yuelang.

Unexpectedly, the other party's next sentence knocked him back to his prototype from the joy of successfully crossing the catastrophe.

"I still need to take some medicine."

Xun Ziye, who collapsed on the sofa like a dead body: ...

He should choose to die on the spot.