I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

Feeling someone shaking his body, Wei Yu opened his eyes from the chaos.

His arm seemed to be supported by someone on his shoulder, that person was thinner than him, he only needed to turn his head slightly, and the tip of his nose would brush against the delicate skin of the other person.

There is a familiar laundry soap scent.

Wei Yu turned his head in a daze, and fell asleep again drowsily.

In the corridor, Wen Yu pushed open the door with difficulty.

Wei Yu was heavier than he imagined.

The young man looked tall and thin in his clothes, but his back was as heavy as a brick, and he was always dawdling restlessly.

Short stubble stubble.

There was a numbness on the back of the neck, warm fingers pinched the hem of his clothes, and the movements were very light, like a child who dared not hold his mother hard.

Obviously too sleepy to keep his eyes open, he still glanced at the box at his feet in a daze.

"Don't go..." Wei Yu muttered, "The gift is still there, and I want to give it to... the senior."

Wei Yu's voice blew in his ears lightly, his warm breath brushed over his ears, and Wen Yu's footsteps stopped instantly.

Something was stuck in the fingertips of the throat, jumping and jumping, almost jumping out.

...Heartbeat,? It's loud.

A night without dreams.

The mattress under him was soft, Wei Yu moved his fingertips, and suddenly felt that there was an extra piece of fabric on his hand.

White,? Soft,? Cotton.

Like some kind of air conditioning shirt.

The surrounding environment is very strange.

It is the bedroom of a man who lives alone. The decoration is simple and clean, like a sample room put out for people to buy. A whole set of ironed suits is hung on a convenient shelf beside the bed. The clothes are neatly folded and uniformly light. mature style.

Same as the shirt in his hand.

Wei Yu squeezed subconsciously, and the brain nerves were on the line at this moment.

Last night, he came downstairs in the complex alone with a large bag and was forced to ask for his identity information by the security guard for a long time. After all the suitcases were moved, he stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before deciding to ring the doorbell.

But Wen Yu didn't open the door.

Wei Yu wanted to send a message to ask, but he was too awkward to destroy the surprise, so he just squatted at the door and waited helplessly.

Maybe it was because he got up too early in the morning, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

In the dimness, it seemed that someone hugged him, and he subconsciously grabbed the warmth that reached out to him...

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Wen Yu stood in front of the door, steaming waffles in his hand.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

Wei Yu looked at the simple short-sleeved shirt on Wen Yu's body, then turned to look at the shirt he was holding in his hand, and let it go as if the fabric was hot.

This actually belonged to the senior.

He only remembered that he seemed to have caught a piece of something at night, and it felt very comfortable in his hand, so he kept holding on tightly and refused to let go, but he didn't expect it to be Wen Yu's clothes.

How did it end up in his hands?

Could it be that the senior unbuttoned the button and took it off...

"Yeah." Wei Yu nodded numbly, tightened the sheets with his fingers, and couldn't help asking: "Did you see those things?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he asked about it, Wen Yu's cheeks seemed to blushed subtly.

Wen Yu's voice was very soft: "I see."

Wei Yu plucked up his courage, his heart was beating in his chest like a drum: "For you."

Wen Yu's eyelashes were lowered, and he didn't reply for a long time.

Just when Wei Yu thought that the matter would be revealed like this, there was the crisp sound of the waffle plate touching the table, and the familiar fragrance of washing powder was accompanied by Wen Yu's palm, rubbing the top of his head.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Wen Yu's voice was very soft.

Where Wei Yu couldn't see, Wen Yu's face was completely red.

Like a drop of blood.

The gift was accepted and affirmed, Wei Yu was very happy.

His happiness was evident on his face, he was eating waffles with great appetite, and the rich milky fragrance spread in his mouth, he could hardly suppress his smile.

There will be a live broadcast today, even if Wei Yu is really reluctant to leave, time will not allow him to stay any longer.

The two parted in front of the door.

Wen Yu held an exquisite packing box in his hand and stuffed it to Wei Yu.

"Reheat it before eating." Wen Yu instructed.

Wei Yu noticed that Wen Yu had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

He squatted at the door for so long last night and no one came back. I'm afraid it was three or four o'clock when Wen Yu got home.

Wei Yu lowered his eyes.

The young man in front of him was half a head taller than him, still keeping his head down obediently, his short hair stubble looked soft and easy to touch, when Wen Yu couldn't help stretching out his sinful hands again, his cheeks suddenly warmed up.

Wei Yu's fingers came closer at some point, as if they were touching something, they touched under the edge of Wen Yu's cheek, and their fingertips were warm.

His back was half-bent, and Wen Yu could see his puppy-like dim eyes just by lowering his eyes.

Wen Yu felt that his limbs were going out of control.

Fortunately, Wei Yu only touched it once, and the warmth was quickly withdrawn, and a deep voice came from near.

"Senior too, take care of yourself."

The door is closed.

Wen Yu sat back on the sofa, buried his face deeply in his hands.

A low whimper rolled out of his throat, and his whole body felt like he had a fever.

Weiyu, this guy——

How can you say such words so naturally?

phone vibration.

One sound after another, accompanied by mechanical reminder bells, shattered the stagnation in the air.

Wen Yu took a deep breath, and the cool air was sucked into his lungs. He returned to his usual calm and gentle appearance, and connected the video call.

It's Zhang Ping.

"Minister, good afternoon, did I disturb you?" Zhang Ping asked.

The heat on Wen Yu's face had completely faded, and his voice was calm: "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"Oh, we submitted the final draft of the soda appearance plan yesterday, but Party A is still not satisfied..." Zhang Ping said, and the screen cut to the chat record with Party A.

A long list, from beginning to end, is accompanied by the negation of the design, but there are no specific requirements, and it is a set of general speech.

Wen Yu read it carefully, frowning.

"The incompatibility they said does not exist at all. I also read the report of the negotiation a week ago. It was refined after confirming Party A's intention." Wen Yu tapped his fingertips on the table and said in a deep voice: "You'd better I had a phone call with the person in charge, I suspect that they have personnel changes in the near future, no matter what, the process must follow the procedure and give priority to protecting the interests of the project.”

"Okay." Zhang Ping nodded, picked up a pen and wrote down carefully on the paper.

Perhaps it was an unreliable intuition, but he felt that Wen Yu's condition was much better today.

He was happy for Wen Yu from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Yu was about to say something more, when Zhang Ping suddenly pointed to the sofa, and said with a smile, "I never thought you would like this kind of gadget, Minister, it's so cute."

Wen Yu turned around.

On the sofa is the puppet dog that Wei Yu brought over yesterday. Its fluffy body is orange in color, and four pink meat pads are held softly in front of it. The surrounding area is dotted with snow-white soft fur. It looks cute.

Wen Yu raised the corners of his lips, and immediately picked up the puppy, wrapping it in his arms like this, tugging at its drooping little ears.

He said softly, "Yes, it's cute."

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