The world doesn't fit me

I just pictured the heating in your house.

He Zhen drove the car out of the community with a complicated mood, his face was numb from the torment, and he replayed Cheng Yixiao's actions just now countless times in his head.

He laughed wantonly, the pool of water in his eyes was extraordinarily clear, full of youthful looks, but what he said frightened He Zhen, and he still had lingering fears, and he didn't react when the red light changed to green several times.

This joke is indeed unusual, it scared He Zhen out of his mind when he came up.He felt that Cheng Yixiao shouldn't be just an anchor, he was simply inferior, and he had to be sent to the showbiz no matter what.

He let out a long sigh, and said in his heart: But Brother Yixiao is too touching!Make fun of me like this more in the future!

By the way... later? !

He Zhen paused, couldn't help but cursed himself silently, and slammed the steering wheel with a muffled sound.

He didn't get Brother Yixiao's contact information!

……

Lu Chen's hand was drawn with two red marks by the handle of the plastic bag, which were extremely clear against the white palm.

As soon as he entered the house, he kicked off his shoes with both feet, put the bag in the kitchen and threw himself on the sofa.

"Phew, it's too fucking heavy." Lu Chen lay faceless on the sofa breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down, and the sweater had already flown out of his trousers, lifting up to reveal a white belly.

Fu Yanchuan at the entrance was quite helpless about this turbulent temper.He bent down to arrange the shoes neatly, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the white piece of flesh.

Skinny as hell, no muscle at all, like born malnourished.

The sofa was sunken, Lu Chen felt relaxed, and decided to treat himself with a delicious dinner.

He propped up his upper body and found Fu Yanchuan who was carefully sorting all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables into categories and putting the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Let's reward his precious roommate well, for the reason that his voice when he takes himself to the snack street is very nice.

Baby roommate is so handsome.

Baby roommate, these four words sound so smooth.

Lu Chen stared at Fu Yanchuan who was concentrating on it, his eyes moved with his movements, and the other party turned around to meet Lu Chen's gaze.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Yanchuan couldn't help asking.

The little hooligan on the sofa smiled ruffianly, leaned back on the back of the sofa, put his hands on it, and pushed his legs straight to the feet of the coffee table, showing a lazy and lazy taste, and said in a very serious way: "I think you are handsome."

Hearing this, Fu Yanchuan seemed to slightly twitch the corners of his lips, but the distance between the two made it difficult for Lu Chen to see clearly. He narrowed his eyes slightly to verify his guess, but the other party had already turned around, leaving only a tall back view.

Lu Chen was speechless.

Ba Liao...

After resting enough, Lu Chen stood up and stretched, and let out a long "hmm", like a lazy cat just waking up.

Barefoot, he threw the snacks he bought into his room, and then went to pick up the vegetables he would use tonight.

The smell of oily smoke diffused out.

Fu Yanchuan knew that it would be unethical to wait for food and do nothing, so he ran to help.

But after all, he is a young master who has been pampered and pampered for more than [-] years. He is used to not touching the spring water with his fingers, and he is extremely at a loss when facing this pile of seasonings that he didn't know what he bought for.

"Roommate, add salt." Lu Chen understood him very well, so he ordered neatly.

With a bang, a large spoon was thrown into the pot.

That's right, just throwing, the salt grains are flying like snow in the winter moon.

Lu Chen, whose face was covered with small crystal particles, had sharp eyes, staring at the white lump in the pot with deep meaning: "..."

What a lethal dose.

He resentfully turned his head to meet Fu Yanchuan's gaze, who looked like a three-year-old child with ignorance written in his eyes, and he didn't seem to realize what he had done wrong.

Lu Chen decided to let him go: "Add sugar."

"Add sugar?" Fu Yanchuan was puzzled.

But the firmness in Lu Chen's eyes was so unquestionable that he turned a deaf ear to his own question.

Knowing that he didn't know anything about cooking, he decided to give up asking, turned around and dug the same amount of sugar into the pot as before.

Lu Chen, who was slapped with small particles again, said, "..." It's pretty good, at least the taste is neutralized.

Even if you turn on the range hood, it will still be a bit choking when you add pepper noodles and chili powder and stir-fry.

Lu Chen didn't think there was anything wrong, but Fu Yanchuan, a person who had never been in the kitchen before, was so choked that his throat was itchy, and he coughed softly after holding it back.

"Baby roommate, are you okay?" Lu Chen turned his head worriedly.

Fu Yanchuan shook his head, and he stopped coughing.

Seeing that there was nothing serious about him, Lu Chen turned his head and found that Xiaochao had started to boil, and ordered: "Add water, just one bowl will do."

He was afraid that his roommate would add another big pot, and the stir-fry would directly turn into soup.

"Bah-"

The smoke rose, and the water droplets began to splash desperately. Lu Chen couldn't stand the scalding temperature.

Lu Chen was splashed with a spatula and let out a low cry. Fu Yanchuan hastily turned off the faucet to stop washing the leaves, turned to look at him, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"Do you care about me?"

Lu Chen's energy of climbing up the pole came back again, pretending to be pitiful and pursing his mouth, "It hurts, it hurts me to death. How can you say that I, who is thin and tender, can bear it. "

The degree of shamelessness is a must.

Fu Yanchuan had a hard time ignoring the innocuous movements of his hands, Xiaochao was thrown into the air by him.

But his miserable appearance was so realistic, Fu Yanchuan couldn't bear to complain, so he comforted him calmly: "Be careful, don't get hurt."

"What's the use of talking?" Lu Chen followed the trend and acted even more miserable, "Will you blow it off? It won't hurt anymore."

This shameless remark made Fu Yanchuan froze in place.

He suddenly thought of a blood-red person in the supermarket before, if he really went up to brag, the person in front of him was so shy that he wanted to fry himself raw.

So Fu Yanchuan turned his head and walked away in a very considerate manner, no longer talking to Lu Chen who was addicted to the script.

Of course, Lu Chen also knew that his roommate wouldn't really brag to him, he was just having a show addiction to show off.

He didn't feel lost at all, but hummed happily because his drama essence was released.

The dinner was finally completed overtime with the joint efforts of the two.Lu Chen seized the time to make amends, while Fu Yanchuan devoted himself to dragging his feet. The tug-of-war in the kitchen didn't come to an end until seven o'clock in the evening.

As long as my precious roommate doesn't go into the kitchen, she will definitely be the most beautiful boy in the world—— Lu Chen said in his heart after being tortured.

However, the two who are accustomed to living alone, at this time, sincerely realized the benefit of having one more person in their field of vision.

The world is no longer so monotonous, and it is such a beautiful thing to be able to get a response when you speak.

Therefore, after being popular, the huge room will become lively, and it will no longer feel empty and cold.

After a few years, Lu Chen finally felt the so-called homely warmth again, and even looked at Fu Yanchuan with a deep smile in his eyes.

Lu Chen originally thought that Fu Yanchuan would still concentrate on his work after that day, and he left early and returned late every day.

Unexpectedly, he, who always likes to stay in bed, got up to wash up the next day, but Fu Yanchuan's door was still closed, and he could still feel the heat coming from the crack of the door near the soles of his back feet.

Maybe I forgot to turn off the heat.

Lu Chen grabbed the handle and turned it gently.

The warm and sultry breath patted his face, and he, who was only wearing a nightgown, seemed to feel the world caressing his face lovingly, so warm and gentle.

Wait, who is that handsome guy lying on the bed?

The high-grade gray sheets cover part of the legs of the European-style bed, and the quilt on the bed is slightly bowed.The young man was lying on his side on the bed, sleeping beautifully, with only his head exposed.

The sun slanted down through the gaps in the curtains, and the dust jumped, reflecting his tall nose bridge.

Looking up, the sternness between the brows remained undiminished, but because of the light, it seemed a little softer, and it was no longer so aggressive.The light caressed his thin lips, as if about to drop a kiss.

Fu Yanchuan felt light, and it was rare for him to sleep for such a long time.

Feeling a hot gaze on him, he frowned displeasedly, turned his back to Lu Chen, and ordered without emotion: "Close the door."

The voice has the hoarseness of just waking up, and the bubble sound and subwoofer are even more charming, showing a taste of burnout and abstinence.

His original intention was to let Lu Chen go out and close the door, but he didn't know if Lu Chen's head was stuck or something, the door was closed and he was still in the room.

The scorching gaze from behind remained undiminished, and Fu Yanchuan felt that there were two eyes staring at him from behind but did not speak.

He turned over and sat up vigilantly, saw Lu Chen with a disheveled face at the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's warm in the room." Lu Chen asked, "Aren't you going to work, roommate?"

"No." He paused and added: "New Year's vacation."

Once Fu Yanchuan woke up, he couldn't fall asleep again. He got out of bed and folded the quilt. After washing, he decided to go to the kitchen to boil noodles.

When he came out of the toilet, he found that Lu Chen was still stuck in his room, and even lay down on the bed and started playing with his mobile phone. He was wearing nothing under his nightgown, which was completely used as pajamas.

He dangled in the air with his two calves, which were as thin as bamboo poles, and the reflections were so white that they flashed into Fu Yanchuan's eyes.

This is too white.

"Why are you still here?"

Lu Chen turned his head: "The heating in my room is broken, you are really comfortable here - how about I sleep with you at night?"

"Broken?" Fu Yanchuan asked tentatively, "Shall I give you an extra quilt?"

Why don't you want to sleep together?

Did my roommate misunderstand me?

Lu Chen tried to seize this opportunity to have heating, he smiled and said, "I won't do anything to you."

But long-term muscle memory allowed him to put on his usual rogue-like smile, which not only didn't make the other party change his mind, but made Fu Yanchuan, who hadn't thought much about it, show a trace of suspicion.

He frowned and tried to hypnotize: "Ten catties of cotton, very warm."

Lu Chen: "..." Isn't it true, plus the original cotton on his bed, he can definitely sleep in a sauna.

How can I get my roommate to change his mind?

He had an idea: "You don't have any arrangements later, why don't you watch a horror movie together?"

"I'm not afraid of ghosts."

"Uh..." Lu Chen was completely defeated.

After half an hour.

Lu Chen poked the lumpy noodles in the bowl twice with his chopsticks. It was softer than the food eaten by the four old people in his family. After he tried to taste it, his forehead twitched: "You don't have to retaliate against me like this."

Fu Yanchuan: "?"

Laziness is contagious.

For several days in a row, the two of them slept until noon. Fu Yanchuan was probably planning to take advantage of these few days to make up for all the sleep he had lost before, and Lu Chen himself woke him up several times.

It's not that Lu Chen is more diligent than Fu Yanchuan.

When he was sleeping, the dozens of catties of cotton on his body were piled up on him like a burial. Every time he turned over, he had to take a few breaths. Every night, he dreamed that he was the Monkey King and was crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain by the Tathagata Buddha.

His internal organs were huddled and tortured, and he woke up in the morning with sweat on his back and felt suffocated.

If one day he dies in this room, he will either die from cold or be crushed, and he must have something to do with his roommate.

The person who repaired the air conditioner was urged by Lu Chen like a duck, and even threatened to die by saying, "If I don't come again, I will show you a murder in your company's air-conditioning secret room tomorrow." The staff was so frightened that they thought they were mentally ill and died early. With the mentality of Zao Chaosheng, he ran all the way to meet the God of Plague.

A few hours later, Lu Chen sent the maintenance personnel away, and happily dragged the quilt that brought him nightmares back to Fu Yanchuan, with a smirk on his face: "Thank you Ning."

At that time, Fu Yanchuan was sitting under the quilt familiarizing himself with the lines of the next radio drama, frowning slightly with the script in his hand, and said in his mouth: "Baby, can I sleep with you tonight, please calm down?"

Lu Chen's pupils trembled: "You misunderstood that I am not that kind of person."

I just pictured the heating in your house.

Fu Yanchuan: "..."