Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

It was already evening when the plane landed at the airport in City B.

Wen Jing saw the white and flawless sea of ​​clouds and the hazy sunset in the sky, and felt that the trip was worthwhile.

A group of people boarded the car at the gate of the private jet terminal. Song Huiran patted Wen Jing on the shoulder: "You will start preparing for the competition tomorrow, so we won't go out today. Let's make do with food at home. After your competition is over, we'll go out again. okay?"

Wen Jing nodded quickly.

Auntie cares about his mood so much, it's really embarrassing.

More than an hour later, the car drove into the CBD of City B and stopped in front of a high-rise building.

Wen Jing raised his head and looked at the modern streamlined building hundreds of meters high, with a large piece of glass from top to bottom, reflecting the colorful lights of the bustling city at night, blinding his eyes.

To be honest, this building doesn't look like a five-star hotel.

He pulled his suitcase and followed blankly.

Fu Xingxian looked at him sideways, stroking his curly hair: "Tired?"

Wen Jing: ...

"out of memory exception."

The amount of information today is too large, and the memory overflowed, sorry.

The high-level property staff are very young, with good-looking uniforms and good looks, all of them look energetic and polite to others.

After exiting the elevator with a large space, there is only one pure black entrance door in the corridor, which is very tall and reaches the ceiling.

Fu Hong opened the door, and the entrance lights automatically turned on.

Wen Jing walked in, and before he had time to look at other things in the room, he was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him.

Huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows go up to the ceiling and down to the ground. There are almost no walls around the room, only the night view of the city.

Various light spots are inlaid on the dark blue curtain, outlining the outline of the city and the coastline in the distance.The traffic flow is like tiny fireflies, flowing continuously in the picture.

This is a super luxurious flat floor, the kind that can see the entire urban area of ​​City B in 360 degrees.

Highlights: Located in the center of City B.

Wen Jing's jaw dropped.

Fu Xingxian didn't hear the movement behind him and looked back at him.

"There's plenty of time to watch in a while, dinner is ready, let's get ready to eat."

Wen Jing moved his nose, only to be belatedly aware of the strong fresh fragrance in the room.

He moved slowly to the spacious living room, and saw a long dining table by the French windows on the other side.

Chefs in uniform are busy, and all kinds of delicacies are already on the table.

City B is a seaside city, famous for all kinds of fresh seafood.

On the table are lobsters, crabs, shellfish, and things that cannot be named by Wenjing. The dishes are no different from the exquisite pictures taken in the hotel outside.

He scanned the whole room again, walked to the sink, and asked in a low voice, "You call this a makeshift meal at home?"

Fu Xingxian looked at him sideways, and suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Hey! What are you doing!" It was too late for Wen Jing to shrink his hands, and his hands were full of bubbles.

He raised his head and stared, but Fu Xingxian rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand again, and his nose became a little whiter.

The hand sanitizer is peach-flavored, which is quite fragrant.

Fu Xingxian: "Wash your hands quickly, or you won't be able to eat later."

Wen Jing: ...

"How did you become childish?"

"Brought by you."

Fu Xingxian turned around and went back to flush the water: "This is a place where seafood is produced. It is very cheap to buy ingredients, and the service of online chef appointments is not too expensive. The local well-known chefs are not willing to eat, so they can only go to the store to eat, so my mother said it's okay .”

After washing his hands and drying them, he found that Wen Jing was still standing there with his head down.

Fu Xingxian sighed slightly, reached out to the automatic foaming bottle for the second time, took a handful of dense bubbles, grabbed Wen Jing's hand, and glued it.

Wen Jing's fingertips and finger crevices were rubbed carefully, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

"Brother," he licked his lips, "why did you wash my hands for me?"

"Because you have to wash your hands first thing when you enter the door?" Fu Xingxian held his wrist and turned it gently a few times, "Because you need to use your hands when eating crabs? Because you are a child?"

Wen Jing: ...why do you still have a single bet?

He had a serious face, imitating Fu Xingxian's usual way of teaching him: "I'll give you 10 seconds, you have to think carefully before answering."

"I'm afraid you'll overthink it." Fu Xingxian turned the tap water switch, stretched out his hand to test the temperature, and pulled him to flush the water, "The itinerary of the plane has been set long ago, and it's impossible to buy the house for you, right? Right? My mother likes to eat seafood, so I ordered it as soon as I came here... don't feel burdened, huh?"

Wen Jing: "It's rare to see you say such a long sentence."

Fu Xingxian: "It's not to comfort you."

Wen Jing dried his hands and hung the veil back on the wall: "Your family is too kind to me, I'm a little flustered."

Fu Xing rubbed his head: "My mother depends on her mood, so you don't have to think too much."

Wen Jing: "...What about uncle?"

"My dad." Fu Xing paused, "He depends on his wife's mood."

Wen Jing: ... Poof.

"What are you going to arrange for me?" Fu Hong came over with his youngest son in his arms and washed his hands.

Wen Jing quickly stood in front of Fu Xingxian: "Brother Xian said you have a good relationship with Auntie."

"That's right." Fu Hong put Lele on the sink and led him to reach for the automatic sparkling bottle.

Lele giggled as she watched the bottle spray out a hand of white bubbles automatically.

Fu Hong supported his younger son with both hands, and suddenly turned to Wen Jing and said, "Isn't he the same?"

"Eh?" Wen Jing didn't react, and was pushed away by Fu Xingxian pressing his shoulders.

He was still blindfolded, sitting on the seat and grabbing Alpha's sleeve: "Uncle, what do you mean? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Fu Xingxian looked at him: "No."

Wen Jing: "He's not worried about your puppy love?"

Fu Xingxian: "Probably not."

Wen Jing was a little surprised: "Really? I thought that ordinary parents would strictly guard against puppy love, or that a family like yours would have a well-matched partner."

Fu Xingxian: ...

"Brother, when did you find your sister-in-law, you have to tell me." After Wen Jing finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the dishes on the table, "Wow, the cheese on this lobster looks delicious~"

Fu Xingxian stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Okay, I'll tell you as soon as possible."

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the Fu family, who had a regular schedule, all went back to their bedrooms.

Wen Jing writhed on his bed for a while, unable to fall asleep, feeling a little... wanting a cold drink.

The uncle and aunt said that there are drinks in the refrigerator outside, and he can get them if he wants to drink.

He stepped on the ground with bare feet, quietly opened the door, entered the living room with no lights on, and tiptoed to the large refrigerator in the open kitchen.

"There is wine in the refrigerator, don't take it by mistake." Suddenly a voice sounded from behind.

Wen Jing was taken aback and looked back.

Fu Hong was sitting at the bar next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a glass in his hand, and the crimson liquid in it reflected the clear light under the light of the bustling night scene outside the window.

Wen Jing: "Uncle Fu, I thought you all had a rest."

Fu Hong: "Lele saw that I was making a lot of noise, so I had to wait for him to fall asleep before going in."

Wen Jing: ... seems to feel a trace of resentment.

Fu Hong: "You can't sleep either? Come and have a sit."

Wen Jing: "Oh, ok."

Wen Jing glanced into the refrigerator, and saw a few pink soda cans among all kinds of dazzling bottles. The cans were painted with a peach-like appearance, which should be peach-flavored soda.

He took one out, ran to the edge of the bar, and sat on the high stool.

Fu Hong picked up the glass and took a sip: "How is it? Are you used to it these days?"

Wen Jing: "I'm not used to it."

Fu Hong was a little surprised by the child's sincerity: "Where are you not used to it?"

"It's the first time to ride a stretched car, the first time to fly a private plane, the first time to live in this kind of house... There are too many things that I haven't seen before." Wen Jing opened the tab of the can, "I always I feel that I owe you too much... Eh? Uncle, how much is the soda I opened?"

Fu Hong looked at Wen Jing's face in the dim neon light outside the window.

Undisguised excitement, and a little embarrassment.Obviously her background is not very good, but she is not inferior.Inside and outside, he was regarded as the father of a classmate, not an entrepreneur or boss.

This feels very fresh, no wonder his son is close to people.

Fu Hong raised his cup: "It's not much money, even if there is a lot of money, you don't need to pay it back. Uncle makes money to spend it. Come, touch one?"

Wen Jing clinked glasses with him and took a sip of soda.

It really is a cool peach flavor, sweet and refreshing.

Wen Jing: "Uncle, have you used the notebook I gave you? Is it easy to use?"

Fu Hong: "It's okay, you've chosen your gift carefully."

The two chatted casually for a while, and Wen Jing felt that this uncle was quite easy to talk to.

He couldn't help asking: "You have a meeting today, I seem to have heard you mention information security?"

……

The two chatted for half an hour, and Fu Hong thought about it for a while, and felt that this kid was really interesting.

He looked at Wen Jing, and found that he was sitting next to him, his height gradually decreased, and his head moved little by little.

Fu Hong chuckled, and patted him on the shoulder: "Go back and rest. Lele should be asleep, and I'm going into the house too."

"Well... good night, uncle." Wen Ding nodded, watching Fu Hong enter the room.

It seemed that he was really sleepy, and his head was in a daze.

He drank the remaining half of the soda in one gulp, threw away the can, went back to the room in a daze, and locked the door.

The 1.8-meter big bed was very soft, and he fell on it, not noticing that the bed was neatly made, and even the direction had changed.

Wen Jing burrowed into the bed, snapped off the headlights, leaving only a small night light, and soon fell asleep.

Fu Xingxian put on his pajamas and dried his hair. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the dim light in the room and was taken aback for a moment.

He frowned and went to the bed to turn on the light, and suddenly saw a bulge on the bed.

No face, just a tangle of shaggy hair.

"Wen Jing?" He stretched out his hand and pushed.

Wen Jing buried his face in the quilt, breathing evenly, and slept soundly.

Fu Xing stood there for about a minute, sighed, sat down by the bed, and stretched out his hand to pick off the quilt.

"Sleeping with your head covered is not good for your health."

Wen Jing grabbed the quilt with his hands and covered it firmly, trying to bury his head in it.

Fu Xingxian was speechless: "Are you asleep or not?"

……

Wen Jing took a long breath.

Fu Xingxian tried to push his fingers away, but found that his fingers were a little cold.

He turned his head to touch the remote control of the air conditioner. Before he could press the temperature adjustment button, he felt the person behind him move. One hand wrapped around his waist, and he leaned against him.

Fu Xingxian froze.

Wen Jing kicked the quilt a few more times, wrapped part of his body in it, and put one foot on his leg.

The feet are very white, and the pink toenails are round. Because of the thinness, although the feet are not big, they look very slender.

"Wen Jing," Fu Xingxian patted the quilt behind him, "Did you do it on purpose?"

No one answered.

Fu Xingxian took a deep breath, grabbed Wen Jing's calf with one hand, and grabbed his body with the other.Wen Jing's weight is very light, and he is also very careful, for fear that if he doesn't control it well, it will hurt him.

However, the young man wrinkled his nose and hummed, suddenly turned over, and pushed Fu Xingxian down on the bed.

Then he arched everywhere, found a comfortable position in the crease of his neck, and leaned on it.

One of the two hands was around his neck, the other was around his arm, and he forced his hand into the creaking hole.The feet also rubbed against his legs, raising the trousers, and sticking to his legs coldly.

Wen Jing hummed comfortably, as if he was satisfied with the heat source.

With her fair little face close at hand, the warm breath blows towards her face, the sweet and milky fragrance mixed with the faint smell of wine.

The guy was drinking.

Fu Xingxian turned his head and covered his face with his hands, feeling that he needed to be quiet.

The author has something to say:

Terrible.