After becoming the personal model of the boss

"How do I remember that you kissed me..."

Zhou Shang'an's confidence became weaker and weaker as he spoke, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to stay on He Xiancheng's body anymore.

And He Xiancheng just looked at him and smiled, like a leopard catching its prey.

That smile made Zhou Shang'an even more uncomfortable.

In the end, the heat on his cheeks seemed to be scalding him, and Zhou Shang'an couldn't resist turning around and walking towards the bedroom anymore.

The slippers under his feet were rattling, and Zhou Shang'an was ashamed and annoyed, and shouted: "I... I don't remember!"

He Xiancheng laughed twice.

Zhou Shangan only heard the sound of the bathroom door being closed with a click.

Back in the bedroom, Zhou Shangan sat on the edge of the bed, the temperature on his face was still terribly hot, even his neck felt hot.

He rubbed his cheeks, and pressed the back of his hands to cool down.

There is still a white flower in my mind.

His memory is going to be confused.

And when he thought of what happened just now, he just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get in.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly fell back and lay down on the bed.

He felt that he remembered correctly.

He Xiancheng did kiss him.

After a while, he heard He Xiancheng asking outside, "What do you want for breakfast?"

He Xiancheng's voice was calm and calm, not at all like him.

Zhou Shang'an didn't calm down, and he was even more ashamed when he heard He Xiancheng's voice.

Inexplicable, and a little irritated.

Seeing that he didn't speak, He Xiancheng asked again: "Do you want to eat or noodles?"

Zhou Shang'an suddenly couldn't figure it out, why didn't He Xiancheng admit it?He did kiss himself.

After thinking about it again, he felt that He Xiansheng should not have such an attitude.

"Do you want porridge?" He Xiancheng asked him in the living room.

The more Zhou Shangan thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he yelled casually, "Noodles! I want noodles."

He Xiancheng replied "Yes".

But he didn't know what attitude He Xiancheng should have.

Last week was a mess.

He buried his head in the quilt and covered it until it became difficult to breathe.

Thinking about it, Zhou Shang'an was in a trance, feeling as if he had been dreaming from last night to now.

When he woke up again, he was pushed awake by He Xiancheng.

"Get up for breakfast."

Zhou Shang'an opened his eyes and looked at He Xiancheng in a daze.

He was standing by the bed, the curtains hadn't been drawn yet, He Xiancheng's outline was blurred, let alone the expression on his face.

He Xiancheng said calmly, "Does your head still hurt? Fell asleep again."

Looking at He Xiancheng's blurred figure, Zhou Shang'an was slightly startled.

He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little strange.

It seems that they are not very familiar.

He has only been at He Xiancheng's house for less than three months, and he found that he likes to be with the person in front of him.

He doesn't know whether he likes that feeling or not.

But he was angry and sad just because He Xiancheng refused to admit that he had kissed him.

After a nap, as if he finally woke up, Zhou Shangan reached out to the bedside to pull on the slippers, shook his head, and whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He Xiancheng gave a "hmm", turned around and walked out the door, "Get up and have a drink first..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Zhou Shangan say: "Brother, I won't be here for the next two days."

He Xiancheng stopped when he heard this, turned his head to look at him, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Shangan sat on the edge of the bed, stretched his legs, and swayed on the ground.

He stared at his toes, and said slowly: "I... I will take the high school entrance examination the day after tomorrow, I... I want to prepare well."

He Xiancheng frowned and looked at him for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."

After speaking, he turned and went to the living room.

Zhou Shang'an was stunned for a moment, and when He Xiancheng's footsteps were far away, he raised his head to look at the door, but he had already disappeared.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

It was even more uncomfortable than before.

He thought, he thought He Xiansheng would ask a few more questions.

He Xiancheng only said one word.

Zhou Shang'an's heart suddenly fell to the ground, and he didn't know what was bothering him.

It seems that no matter what you do, you will not feel good in your heart.

Zhou Shang'an looked back at the light gap in the curtains, clenched his hands into fists irritably, and hammered hard at the pillow.

There was a dent in the fluffy pillow.

As soon as he let go, he became round and fluffy again.

Zhou Shang couldn't breathe, and fell back hard on the bed.

He looked at the dim ceiling and exhaled a long breath.

He is like a child playing house, the more parents don't care about him, the more he wants to attract attention.

In the end, Zhou Shangan ran out and stood by the kitchen.

He drooped his eyebrows, looked at He Xiancheng's back, and whispered: "Brother, I was talking nonsense just now."

He Xiancheng looked at him upon hearing the words, "Huh?"

Zhou Shang'an pinched his fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "It's just that I want to come to your home to review."

He Xiancheng handed him the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, walked towards the dining table, and said after a while, "Let's go back, prepare well in these two days, and come back after the exam."

Zhou Shang'an grasped the chopsticks in his hand, "I..."

"...Then what about your painting?" Zhou Shangan quickly walked a few steps to keep up with He Xiancheng.

Ever since he started painting full-nude paintings, Zhou Shang'an didn't want to mention this matter very much, and he panicked with embarrassment.

He Xiancheng said, "No rush."

Zhou Shang'an struggled and said, "But..."

"Be obedient, your family will worry."

He Xiancheng sat on the chair and faced him with a calm expression, and what he said always carried a sense of oppression that could not be opposed.

Zhou Shang'an bit his lip, walked over in a muffled voice, and sat down opposite He Xiancheng.

He really couldn't think of what to say.

Besides, it was clearly proposed by him himself first.

This breakfast, Zhou Shangan was depressed and absent-minded, and if he didn't speak, He Xiancheng couldn't speak.

But in the next two days, Zhou Shang'an really didn't go to He Xiancheng's house again.

This, he thought, might be pre-dating syndrome.

Looking at He Xiancheng, he blushed and his heart beat, his head was hot, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Zhou Shang'an was determined to calm down his chaotic mind.

It wasn't long before he realized that it seemed difficult to do.

He came home the day before the exam and found a black cat under a garden bush.

He froze, and hurriedly looked around.

The cat looks like O'Day.

He thought that He Xiansheng had come to look for him.

After calming down and thinking about it, He Xiancheng didn't even know where his home was.

Not to mention the cat, which was gone when he went to look again.

Zhou Shang'an pursed her lips, and walked into the house depressedly.

It just so happened that in the past two days, Aunt Zhang, the nanny, had something to go back to her hometown.

Uncle Luo will go home to take care of his grandson in the afternoon.

Zhou Shang'an was the only one left at home.

He originally wanted to order a takeaway, but when he thought about it, He Xiancheng never seemed to eat those things.

He Xiancheng did all the cooking himself.

Zhou Shangan was stunned.

Or open the freezer, look for noodles, get side dishes.

After nearly an hour of tinkering, he cooked a lump of noodles, which were sticky, half-baked, not salty and very bland.

A few hot blisters on the back of the hand.

Zhou Shangan frowned after taking a sip and threw it away.

In the end, he still ordered takeaway, but it didn't taste the same no matter how he ate it.