best day

It was late at night.Zheng Luolai had already fallen asleep for a while, and suddenly woke up to find that Dewey was still playing with his old mobile phone with his back turned to him, so he naturally asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Dewey looked back and laughed: "I'm talking nonsense with my classmates."

Zheng Luolai put his arms around him, and asked again: "Why do you still keep it, don't you like changing phones the most?"

Dewey thought for a while: "Because of being poor."

Zheng Luolai couldn't help biting this guy's face: "Because I gave it to you."

Dewey cleared his throat: "I'm telling you, don't be angry, one day I was very upset and smashed all the things you gave me, and only this phone was left. At that time, I thought I had to keep it, otherwise..."

"I'm sorry." Zheng Luolai interrupted him, holding his arms tighter.

Of course, he also had those years, desperately protecting the other party's small objects, just to prove that they really existed.

Dewey suddenly asked: "If my family members trouble you again, are you really afraid?"

Zheng Luolai shook his head sleepily.

"Me too," Dewey said.

The bedroom was quiet.

Dewey said again: "It's really boring, why do I not believe you so much, why don't you screw it up?"

"Are you indebted to abuse?" Zheng Luolai's drowsiness faded away: "Shall I let you enrich yourself now?"

"No no no, I'm going to sleep." Dewey didn't want to fight his animal side every day, so he quickly closed his eyes with a bear hug: "I want to eat soy milk fritters tomorrow morning, can you go buy them?"

Zheng Luolai never got up early, and flatly refused: "Stop dreaming."

——Breakfast shops are very common around ordinary communities, but high-end residential communities are simply a ghostly place that pretends to be elegant and self-admired. Within a few miles, there are only certain clubs and such-and-such restaurants, not to mention that there are few such and such restaurants during the Chinese New Year. A person who came out to do business, so Zheng Luolai drove a long, long way before he found a satisfactory breakfast restaurant.

"Two cups of soy milk, four sticks of fried dough sticks, two drawers of steamed buns, takeaway." He flipped through the recipes and said casually.

In the past, there were quite a few people who had close relationships, but there was absolutely no one who had breakfast with him, let alone who could make this playboy run around the city in the wind and snow before dawn: Without Bai Xia's influence, whenever encountering a problem, he always thinks about what Dewey's mother can do, so he should not be negligent, and his brain short-circuits to a little involuntary tendency.

"Since it's still early, why not just go to the morning market and buy vegetables to practice cooking."

Zheng Luolai was paying attention while paying the bill, when a timid voice sounded beside him: "Mr. Zheng?"

In a place where there are no sensuality, he is curious that someone will recognize him.

Turning his head, he realized that it was a thin and delicate girl.

Zheng Luolai was considered a gentleman, so he smiled: "Are you?"

The girl touched her long hair embarrassingly: "Sorry, you may not know me, my name is Zhang Yiren, and you once sponsored our orphanage."

Hearing this, Zheng Luolai's spine immediately felt chills, and sweat broke out on his head. He still hasn't forgotten that Ou Jie who almost killed him.

Although it is easy for him to deal with such a small person, but if he wants to be with Dewey, he can't hurt anyone anymore, and it's best not to have anything to do with the past at all.

But this girl doesn't open any pot and mentions which pot: "But brother Oujie, you should know him. He often talks about you to me. I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Me too." After all, Zheng Luolai had experienced many battles, and calmly smiled: "You buy breakfast? Let's go together, I invite you."

Zhang Yiren quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I didn't expect you to like the soy milk here."

"Oh, I... my lover wants to eat." Zheng Luolai was the worst at bringing up intimate words, so he forced himself to call him an antique.

The girl smiled: "You are married, then your wife must be very happy."

Zheng Luolai didn't want to talk to her anymore, he curled up his mouth and smiled, and then hurried away with the takeaway bag.

Zhang Yiren stared at the slightly shaking glass door with frozen eyes.

——Zheng Luolai originally wanted to go home and set up breakfast before waking Dewey up to show that he was doing well.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the car drove to the gate of the community, I saw the guy standing there wrapped in a big down jacket, and waved to himself excitedly.

Zheng Luolai was slightly startled, and waited for him to get into the car before asking: "What are you doing running out?"

"I still want to ask you this question. People who don't know it are gone, and I don't remember to take my mobile phone!" Dewey was annoyed, and when he saw the takeaway in a blink of an eye, he was stunned and said, "You really went to buy it?" ?”

Zheng Luolai didn't answer, but took out the still warm soy milk and gave it to him: "Is it cold?"

Dewey took it over and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just talking casually, you don't have to do this in the future."

"Your mother is right. It may be inconvenient not to have a woman in your life." Zheng Luolai said without thinking.

"Damn it, you're out of your mind, what are you doing listening to that nonsense, you didn't have anyone to take care of you before that, you can't survive?" Dewey asked back.

Zheng Luolai opened the garage with the remote control, drove the car in slowly, and sighed, "Can being single be the same as now?"

Dewey poked the box of soy milk: "Anyway, neither of us is a pushy person, let's do whatever we want."

Zheng Luolai pulled out the car key, the air conditioner was turned off instantly, and the surroundings seemed very quiet.

He looked at Ermeng, and suddenly smiled again: "No, I want to take care of you."

No matter how thick-skinned Dewey was, he would feel a little embarrassed immediately, so he laughed a few times and didn't answer.

When Zheng Luolai wanted to kiss deeply, Dewey avoided it again: "Well... there is something I didn't tell you, my dad asked us to have lunch at my house today, I agreed... ..."

"Oh." Zheng Luolai neither happy nor angry: "No wonder you asked me so last night."

Dewey said: "Then if you don't want to go, we won't go, or I will go by myself."

"Why don't you go?" Zheng Luolai picked up the breakfast: "Let's go out and buy gifts after dinner. The time is just right."

Dewey got out of the car a little distracted.

As dull as he is, he can gradually feel that Zheng Luolai is no longer the person he used to be.

This makes people a little uncomfortable, a little uneasy, and a little frightened.

Of course, more or less the most touching.