After Bai Yueguang's stand-in is passive and slow to work

On the first day of resumption of work, Shen Heng left for more than a year. There was no change in the law firm, but his position had been replaced by someone else, and the new position was next to He Yue, which made He Yue very excited. After work, I helped him clean up together. After everything was done, it was almost time to get off work at noon.

"I'm going to order takeaway, are you together?" He Yue sneakily probed to Shen Heng's side, handed him the phone, and the interface of a certain takeaway app was displayed on the screen.

Shen Heng was surprised: "Now you can eat takeaway at the law firm?"

"No, but the tea room has been enlarged and there are tables inside. We often go there to eat." He Yue replied in a low voice: "Look at what you want to eat. Now you can order it and it will be delivered after get off work."

"Okay." Shen Heng nodded.

The neighborhood is bustling and bustling, there are many fast food restaurants and restaurants, so people who choose takeaway are dazzled, Shen Heng looked through, ordered the one that He Yue ate, and returned the phone to him: "The money will be transferred to you."

He Yue glared at him, and said angrily, "You have to settle with me?"

Shen Heng raised the corner of his mouth and showed him a harmless smile, He Yue snorted and didn't speak again.

After get off work at noon, the two went to the tea room with their lunch box and found a place to sit down. He Yue happily opened his lunch box. Today he ordered a sweet and sour pork set, and extravagantly added a fried egg.

This restaurant is the one he ordered most often. The price is not expensive, and the taste is very good. It doesn't taste like those ready-to-eat food buns in ordinary takeaway shops.

He snorted and ate a few mouthfuls of food, picked up the cup next to him and took a sip, but saw the person in front of him holding chopsticks in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, staring at the screen of the mobile phone intently. Not opened.

"Heng?" He Yue called him.

"Well, what's the matter?" Shen Heng raised his eyes and agreed.

He Yue raised his chin at him and pointed to the rice on the table: "Why don't you eat it? It will be cold for a while, and this package can't be heated in the microwave."

"Well, good." Shen Heng nodded with a smile, put down the phone and opened the lunch box.

"What were you doing just now?" He Yue asked curiously.

"Oh, the phone has pushed the weather forecast, and it will rain in two days." Shen Heng stuffed a piece of beef brisket into his mouth calmly, "Remember to bring an umbrella."

"Well, but I'm driving, and it's useless to ask for an umbrella." He Yue stroked his stomach contentedly, bowed his head and took a sip of soup.

Shen Heng lowered his eyes, hiding a trace of unknown emotion in his eyes.

Not quite right.

According to Jiang Zhiyu's usual clinginess, although he knows that he is at work and will not call to harass him, there will definitely be text messages every once in a while. Although they are all meaningless, they are on time and basically One or two every hour.

But it's been all morning, and he hasn't received a single message. Just now, he took a look at WeChat with his mobile phone, and found that there was nothing else except a few official account pushes. He felt a little strange, so he checked a few more times.

There were more things to do in the afternoon. Fortunately, when Shen Heng was at home yesterday, he had already caught up with a lot of progress, so he was not in a hurry. After finishing today's work, it was just time to get off work.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He Yue stretched while standing up.

"No, it's not on the way." Shen Heng shook his head: "The subway here is quite fast."

"Well, but it's rush hour now, so you have to be careful when you go back alone." He Yue said seriously: "If you have something to do, call me in time."

Shen Heng felt like laughing at his serious expression, but he was still moved in his heart. He said "hmm": "Don't worry, Lawyer He, I will protect my safety."

"Hahaha, I'm not used to hearing you call me that, Shen Lu?" He Yue put his arms around his shoulders, and the two walked out together.

He Yue took the elevator directly to the garage on the basement floor. Shen Heng came out from the first floor and looked down at the WeChat list. Jiang Zhiyu still didn't send him a message, only a new subway itinerary map that He Yue sent him.

The subway here used to only have line 1, and a new line [-] was added, so the time and arrival station have been changed.

Shen Heng looked at the time, if he passed by now, it would not be dark when he got home, he stepped out of the door of the hall downstairs, looked up, Jiang Zhiyu was standing at the door waiting for him.

In the past, Jiang Zhiyu always drove the car far away, and it took a while to walk over to pick him up, but this time he stopped directly at the gate.

Jiang Zhiyu was wearing a thin white shirt and suit pants, his body was slightly leaning back against the car, his legs were straight and slender, and the golden sunset seemed to cast a warm red light on him.

"Get off work?" Jiang Zhiyu smiled at Shen Heng, took the bag in his hand, and opened the co-pilot's door.

Shen Heng's attitude towards him was a bit strange, it felt like something had changed, but he couldn't find a suitable description for the moment.

He lowered his head and got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and Jiang Zhiyu also got into the cab at this time.

"I've been working all day, are you tired?" Jiang Zhiyu's tone was relaxed, as if he was chatting with him.

"It's okay." Shen Heng replied briefly.

"Are you hungry? Shall we go to a restaurant for dinner?" Jiang Zhiyu continued to ask gently.

Shen Heng couldn't help but glanced at him sideways. Jiang Zhiyu was calm and focused on the road ahead, showing no signs of abnormality.

"No, I want to go home and eat."

"Okay, then go home."

For some reason, Shen Heng subconsciously glanced at his left middle finger.

He originally thought that Jiang Zhiyu was angry because he put the ring back, so he didn't hear from Jiang Zhiyu all day today.

He even prepared the scene where Jiang Zhiyu lost his temper and questioned him after returning home, but according to the current situation, it seemed to be quite different from his expectations.

Jiang Zhiyu chatted with him a few more words on the way, and Shen Heng also agreed with him.

He still doesn't believe that Jiang Zhiyu will overshadow this matter so lightly, it's just a matter of how long he has to endure, and sooner or later he will be unable to bear it.

After returning home for dinner at night, Jiang Zhiyu went upstairs as usual to put the bath water for Shen Heng, and washed the dishes by himself. He bought a dishwasher a while ago, but it was out of stock, and it might take two days to deliver it. .

Shen Heng came out wearing a bathrobe, and Jiang Zhiyu happened to be pushing the door in. He smiled: "Washed?"

"En." Shen Heng nodded.

"Then I'll blow your hair." Jiang Zhiyu skillfully took out the hair dryer from the drawer, and sat on the bed holding Shen Heng's hand.

"I'll do it myself." Shen Heng reached for the hair dryer, "Go take a shower."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his clothes. He was wearing this shirt just now when he was cooking and washing dishes, and it was more or less stained with the smell of cooking fumes from the kitchen.

He stood up, nodded and said "OK", took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Shen Heng knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't intend to explain.

In the past, Jiang Zhiyu always disliked the smell of cooked food on his body, but now he misunderstood that he disliked him. These inexplicable coincidences are sometimes quite magical.

He looked at the place where the ring was placed by the head of the bed before taking a shower, and it was empty, probably put away by Jiang Zhiyu.

Shen Heng turned on the hair dryer without looking away.

After he finished blowing his hair, Jiang Zhiyu also just took a shower, came out wrapped in a gray bathrobe, walked to the bed and sat down: "Baby, let me relax for you?"

Shen Heng turned over and lay on the bed familiarly, with a pillow under his chest.

Jiang Zhiyu sat next to him, and began to massage him carefully.

When Jiang Zhiyu pressed his waist, he accidentally put his hands a little heavier, Shen Heng snorted, and Jiang Zhiyu looked at him nervously: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Heng moved his body, "Take it easy."

"Okay." Jiang Zhiyu rubbed him before pressing it again.

...

In the days that followed, the two maintained this way of getting along.

Jiang Zhiyu restrained himself a lot, and no longer did any behaviors that made Shen Heng feel uncomfortable or uncomfortable, and he didn't even do a lot of small gestures of touching and kissing, but it made Shen Heng feel very strange, everywhere he felt strange .

But Jiang Zhiyu did a very good job, he couldn't fault it perfectly, and Shen Heng wouldn't take the initiative to ask him what's wrong.

On Friday night, because the next day was the weekend, Shen Heng watched more TV, and when he turned off the tablet and lay down, it was past eleven o'clock.

Jiang Zhiyu put his arms around his waist as usual, and reached out to turn off the light.

The TV series that Shen Heng watched before going to bed was a conspiracy drama that suddenly became popular recently. The world view was grand, and a lot of money and effort were spent on the scenes and special effects, so it exploded as soon as it went online.

Just now he watched three episodes in a row, which happened to be the more exciting plot in the middle. Shen Heng closed his eyes, and those pictures and plots were still playing back in his mind, so he didn't fall asleep for a while.

He turned over and sighed, and heard Jiang Zhiyu asking him softly: "Shen Heng, are you insomnia?"

Before he could answer, his body was drawn into a warm embrace, with a very familiar fragrance, gentle and powerful.

Jiang Zhiyu's hands were regular, patting Shen Heng's back one after another, his voice was low and hoarse because he deliberately lowered his voice: "I'm here, sleep peacefully."

I don't know when he fell asleep in a daze. Shen Heng was thirsty in the middle of the night, and when he woke up, Jiang Zhiyu was no longer in front of him.

He was a little strange, he went downstairs with the glass beside the bed, and before he turned on the light in the living room, a figure by the balcony window crashed into his eyes in an instant.

The lights on the balcony are not bright, but the dim and gentle warm light casts a somewhat lonely atmosphere on the people who live there.

Shen Heng didn't turn on the light, he still held the glass in his hand, and forgot to put it down, he walked slowly to the balcony door with a puzzled expression on his face.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't seem to notice his arrival. He stood on the balcony in his pajamas, with one hand resting on the fence, and a lit cigarette between his fingertips, which seemed to be almost burnt out.

Shen Heng turned around and wanted to leave, but hesitated before turning around and taking a step.

It wasn't until the cigarette in Jiang Zhiyu's hand was burned out that he turned around to throw away the trash, only then did he suddenly see the person who had been standing behind him for an indefinitely long time.