Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

Bentong felt like he had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have a fever. His body temperature was obviously scalding hot, but his brain always made him feel cold, very cold, very cold, desperately trying to find the source of heat.

Someone changed his damp bathrobe and pillow towel wet with wet hair, put him in dry pajamas and pillow towel, and covered him with a warm blanket.

Someone woke him up from a comatose state, took his body temperature, gave him water and medicine, and then put him back on the bed and helped him adjust his posture and lie down.

Someone had been patting him tirelessly, soothing him as gently and patiently as a child, until he fell asleep again.

Bentong huddled under the blanket, burying his chin and mouth inside, leaving only his eyes and nose exposed.He didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt a dazzling light coming in from the gap in the curtain.

Ben Dong slowly opened his eyes, he felt very hot, sweated a lot, and felt a sore throat, the kind of pain that was dry and smoky.He wanted to sit up and get a glass of water, but when his hand touched the blanket, he felt something was wrong with him.

Looking down, there was an arm around his waist. Looking back, Gong Chengcheng's sleeping face was close at hand, his gray-purple curly hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and his thick and slender eyelashes hung over his eyelids. shake.

Gong Cheng who was asleep had perfect facial features like a sculpture, Ben Dong was a little shy for a moment, and he was too embarrassed to look at Gong Cheng, as if he felt guilty for peeping at some kind of rare treasure.

Gong Cheng slept with his arms in his arms, and Wen Dong realized this, and felt even more embarrassed. He gently pulled Gong Cheng's arm away, and wanted to jump off the bed.

But Gong Cheng woke up. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, showing a charming smile: "Brother Wen, you're awake."

Ben Dong cleared his throat, but his voice was still hoarse: "You...why are you here..."

Gong Cheng sat up. He was wearing a loose T-shirt with a V neckline, revealing his slender neck and delicate collarbone.

Gong Cheng leaned over, raised his hand to touch Bentong's forehead, and said with a sigh of relief: "Yesterday, you really scared me. I wanted to ask you about it after 10 o'clock. I’m asleep, but no one answered your phone. I asked Zhang Yi, and she said that you will be at the TV station after 8 o’clock. I called your TV station again, but no one answered, so I got anxious. Come to see you."

As Gong Cheng said, he moved his long legs and crawled to Ben Dongjiu's side, hugging him from behind.

"When I arrived, you were lying on the bed alone. You probably just took a shower. Your hair and bathrobe were all wet. You were asleep and had a fever..." Gong Cheng tightened his arms, like It's as if you want to embed the person in your arms into your own body, "My heart aches for me. Fortunately, I came last night, otherwise you will definitely not be able to get rid of the fever now."

Bentong was dumbfounded, so what happened last night was not a dream!He really had a fever and was confused, Gong Cheng really took his temperature, gave him medicine, and changed his clothes!

Gong Cheng rested his chin on Ben Dongjiu's shoulder, kissed Wen Dongjiu's side face lightly, complained to the third and said distressedly: "Brother Wen, I told you that you will get sick when you ride a motorcycle in the rain. You don't listen, and you sleep in a wet bathrobe, you really... scare me to death."

Bentong, a good swimmer, has always been in good health. He rarely even catches a cold throughout the year. This time, he only got a little rain and got a fever after riding a motorcycle. It's a bit embarrassing.

So, he said bluntly: "Yesterday, the main reason is that I didn't change the wet clothes in time. I talked to Brother Meng on the TV station for a while, and I came back late, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have a fever..."

Gong Cheng stretched out his slender index finger to press Wen Dongjiu's lips, and he shook his head slightly: "Okay, brother Wen, you just have a fever, you'd better lie down and I'll pour you some water."

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Bentong liked it or not, he pushed him to the bed, covered him with a blanket, and ran to the living room to fetch water.

In fact, Wen Dong already felt that nothing was wrong, but Gong Cheng still took care of him like a patient, and even forced Wen Dong to call the TV station to ask for sick leave, and even had to help him when he went to the toilet. .

The three meals are also prepared and brought to the bed, and they are fed in Bentong by themselves.

For dinner, Gong Cheng made porridge with white rice and green vegetables. He sat cross-legged by the bed with a bowl in his hand, and fed it carefully spoon by spoon.

Ben Dong tried to snatch the spoon several times but failed, so he could only helplessly say: "Gong Cheng, I'm really fine, and the fever has subsided. Most of the time, it's just a sore throat. I can really hold the spoon by myself." For dinner."

Gong Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard, scooped a spoonful of porridge from a small bowl, handed it to Wen Dong's mouth, and said, "Brother Wen, open your mouth, ah..."

After eating like a puppet, Bentong insisted on getting up and walking around the house. Gong Cheng touched his hands and head for a long time, and made sure that Bentong's body temperature did not exceed 36 degrees 5 before agreeing. Get people out of bed and walk.

Wentong got out of bed only to realize that he had only worn a top and underwear all day, not even a pair of pajama pants.

Wen Dong said, "...Gong Cheng, when you changed my clothes last night, why didn't you put on a pair of pajamas for me?"

Gong Cheng squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, as if Wen Dong had just asked him the most difficult question in advanced mathematics.

"I forgot, maybe I didn't find where you put your pajama pants." Gong Cheng blinked and said innocently.

Wen Dong supported his forehead, raised his foot and kicked Gong Cheng's ass.

"Slip out, I need to change clothes."

"Change? Where are you going?"

"Go downstairs and breathe!"

In the garden of the community at night, there are residents walking, walking their dogs and walking their babies everywhere.

Wen Dong and Gong Cheng walked side by side, walking slowly among the sparse crowd, surprisingly harmonious.

Bentong has just recovered from a minor illness, the corners of his eyes are still reddish, the pupils are filled with water, shining brightly under the street lamp.

Gong Cheng turned his head to look at Wen Dong almost every two steps, he was pretending to be something, he knew that his matter would not be hidden for long, although he didn't want to confess to Wen Dong now, but he didn't want Wen Dong to Dong knew his identity through other channels.

He was afraid because he couldn't guess how Bentong would react.

Maybe you don't care, you don't think it's important, you may feel cheated, you get angry, you get angry, you don't want to talk to yourself...

Gong Cheng frowned, took several deep breaths, and finally said, "Brother Wen, there is something I want to confess to you."

Wen Dong concentrated on walking, and paused when he heard the words, probably because he rarely heard Gong Cheng speak so seriously.

"What's the matter?" Wen Dong stopped, looked at him and asked.

Gong Cheng was very hopeless and a little timid, he said: "Well, it's really nothing, I just want to tell you about my family."

Wen Dong has always been very interested in the affairs of Gong Cheng's family, but Gong Cheng seldom talks about it, and he himself never asks.Now, Gong Cheng suddenly wanted to take the initiative to speak, and Wen Dong became nervous for some reason.

Didn't you promise to give me time?Wen Dong thought to himself, why did he suddenly bring up family matters again?

"Why do you suddenly want to tell me this?" Wen Dong asked.

"Ah... It's not sudden, I just want to tell you."

Just don't want you to hear it from other people.

Ben Dong clenched his hands, his palms were sweating.

"Okay, tell me."

Gong Cheng should actually say directly, "My grandfather is Gong Sheng, the founder of JY Group, my mother is Gong Younan, my father is He Xiang, the current manager of JY Group, and I am their only child. I should return to JY Group now As the heir, but my father and his eldest nephew jointly wanted to squeeze me out, so I concealed my identity and hid in City Z, waiting to sign the contract with country M before I can go back with confidence."

This passage is a bit long, and it seems to contain a lot of information. Gong Cheng was not sure what Ben Dong would think if he heard it.

Especially when they met for the first time, I played hooligans with Wen Dong to avoid the tail sent by He Xiang and He Zihuai. If Wen Dong knew about this, would he beat himself up?

Gong Cheng was lost in thought, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Gong Cheng's silence made Wen Dong even more uncertain. Although he really cared about Gong Cheng from body to heart, and was happy to maintain the current relationship with Gong Cheng, but following Gong Cheng so early Isn't it a little too soon to meet the parents?

Wen Dong didn't know how his brain circuit was long, but after having this idea, he couldn't help but fell into the panic of "Gong Cheng wants to take me to meet my parents".

"That..." Wen Dong started, he didn't want to give up yet, and wanted to salvage what he just said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"Ah!?" Gong Cheng didn't react for a moment.

"What I mean is, it's actually quite good for us now. What I care about and care about is you, and it has nothing to do with your family or your family." Wen Dong said, "So..."

So, in fact, it's good not to see your parents.

Gong Cheng was stunned, all the words in his mind from yesterday to now were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

All his focus is only on "the one who cares about", "the one who cares about" and "you".

Gong Cheng stretched out his hand to grab Wen Dongjiu, leading him to run into the dark shadows where no one was around.

Wen Dong didn't know why and followed Gong Cheng, watching the people in front of him drag him to a small forest without street lights in the garden.

Wen Dong said, "What's the matter? You dragged me here to do it..."

What?

Before Wen Dong could say the following words, Gong Cheng grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him domineeringly, blocking his throat.

"Don't..." Wen Dong said with difficulty, "Don't be here... you will... be seen..."

Gong Cheng held Ben Dong's hands on the back of his neck more tightly, as if to punish Ben Dong for saying something that spoiled the scenery and the atmosphere.

"It's going to be here." Gong Cheng's breath was also a little messy, "Brother Wen, what should I do, I feel like I'm in love with you..."

As Gong Cheng said, he held Wen Dongjiu's cheeks and kissed them passionately like a young boy who was kissing for the first time.

Wen Dong had difficulty breathing when being kissed by Gong Cheng, and while struggling to respond, he couldn't help saying: "Gong Cheng, I seem to... like you a little too..."

This sentence was like a shot of anesthetic, as soon as he uttered it, all of Gong Cheng's movements stopped.

Holding Wen Dongjiu's face in his hands, he was full of happiness but said as if he couldn't believe it: "Brother Wen...you just said..."

Ben Dong blushed a little, it seemed that this was the first time he said he liked someone since he grew up, and it was still to a man.

"Forget it if you didn't hear it." Wen Dong subconsciously wanted to lower his head, he didn't want Gong Cheng to see him blushing.

Gong Cheng's big palm supported Wen Dongjiu's face vigorously, just not letting him bow his head.

"That's not allowed!" Gong Cheng said, with a bright smile in the corner of his eyes, "You said you like me, Brother Wen! You said you liked me, and you are mine! You can't go back on it, you can't take it back! I I won’t make you regret it, I will make you like me more and more, from a little bit to a lot.”

Wen Dong just looked at Gong Cheng fixedly, he didn't speak, but put his arms around Gong Cheng's waist, raised his head slightly, and kissed his lips.

Under the moonlight, there is a silent lingering.