Engaged to a wealthy boss after being scum

When Wen Yanting finished his work and returned to the bedroom, Su Chi had already curled up and fell asleep.

He went to the window sill and closed half the window that had blown away the translucent gauze.

Su Chi has always had the habit of sleeping with things in his arms. This time at his grandmother's house, there was nothing suitable for him to hold, so he rolled the two of them into a ball and hugged him tightly, exposing his bare legs.

Wen Yanting sat by the bed, gently pulled the quilt out of Su Chi's arms and covered him, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the shower again, he found that Su Chi had kicked off the quilt and hugged him into his arms again.

Wen Yanting had no choice but to take the quilt out of his arms and cover him again.

Su Chi's arms were empty after being pulled out of the quilt, and he didn't calm down until Wen Yanting stretched out an arm to him.

Wen Yanting lay down, helped Su Chi straighten his sleeping head, and kissed the corner of his brow.As soon as he closed his eyes, his lower abdomen was rubbed against by a mass of warm touch.

Wen Yanting was wearing a comfortable thin fabric home clothes, Su Chi's hands went in along the slits of the clothes, and stopped in satisfaction after touching his abdominal muscles, his forehead rested on his shoulders and stopped moving.

Looking at Su Chi who was breathing steadily beside him, Wen Yanting was amused by him, and he was still a little rascal when he fell asleep.

When Su Chi woke up in the morning.He was the only one left on the bed. He looked at his watch and it was already 09:30 in the morning.

It's rude to sleep up so late at my grandma's house for the first time.Su Chi sat up, and there were clean clothes beside the bed, which should have been prepared for him by Uncle Wen in the morning.

After changing his clothes, he walked down the stairs to the dining room after washing.

There was only Wen Yanting at the table. It seemed that he had finished his breakfast and was sitting by the side reading the newspaper.

Seeing him coming, the nanny put the hot milk on the table.

"Did you sleep well?" Wen Yanting put away the newspaper and motioned for him to sit beside him.

"It's very good." Su Chi picked up the milk, and it was because he slept so well that he fell asleep until now.

Su Chi took the slice of bread that Wen Yanting helped brush with jam, took a bite, looked around, "Where's grandma?"

"Harvest the wheat."

"Huh?" Su Chi looked around again, lived in such a luxurious villa, and there were three nannies at home to take care of the elderly in daily life, and still needed to harvest wheat in the fields?

Wen Yanting saw his hesitation, "Hobbies."

"Oh." No wonder.

"Have you ever harvested wheat?" Wen Yanting asked him.

Su Chi shook his head.

He grew up in the city. Before he was born, his father was already a small owner of a silk factory. Although he was not as good as Uncle Wen's rich family, he still had enough food and clothing. He was held in the palm of his parents since childhood. suffered.

"Want to try it?"

"Okay!" Su Chi was full of curiosity about new things and readily accepted them.

Su Chi picked up the remaining half glass of milk and drank it all in one go, "Uncle Wen, I'm full, let's go."

Su Chi got up, eager to rush out.

"Wait." Wen Yanting stopped him, took out the tissue beside the table, and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth, "The jam and milk are still on it."

Su Chi stood there obediently being wiped by Wen Yanting, and then wiped it with the back of his hand twice, his face was hot, "Thank you."

Before going out, Su Chi and Wen Yanting went upstairs, changed into comfortable clothes, and took gloves to the wheat field.

Against the sun, Su Chi could see grandma busy in the wheat field from a long distance away. She was holding a scythe, bending her body skillfully, she didn't look like an old man in her 80s at all.

Looking around, there is a golden yellow around, a clear blue sky above the head, green mountains and green waters around, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Su Chi took a deep breath, and suddenly understood why grandma insisted on living in the country.

"Do you like it here?"

"Yes, I like it." Su Chi turned around and smiled at Wen Yanting.

"When we get old, we can go back here and settle down."

"Okay!" Su Chi smiled brightly, and he might be able to catch fish after harvesting the wheat.

Since participating in a variety show last time, Su Chi has become very interested in catching fish. Since he doesn't usually have the chance, he must catch more fish this time than on the show.

Wen Yanting handed Su Chi a pair of gloves, "Do you know how to cut them?"

Su Chi shook his head.

"I teach you."

The two came to the wheat field one after the other, and Wen Yanting guided Su Chi with skillful movements and patience.

"Uncle Wen, you are so powerful, why can you do everything?"

"I grew up here until I was 12 years old."

Su Chi remembered that it was said on the Internet that Uncle Wen's father was a more powerful business tycoon than him, and had settled in Italy for a long time.The last time Uncle Wen spoke Italian fluently when recording a program in a Chinese restaurant, so Uncle Wen didn't live abroad until he was 12 years old?

Wen Yanting didn't say anything, and Su Chi didn't ask either.

Su Chi followed Wen Yanting, collecting the wheat bit by bit.

"Tired?" Wen Yanting's eyes fell on the sweat dripping from Su Chi's forehead, he took off his gloves, took out a tissue and handed it to him, "I don't want to cut it if I'm tired."

Su Chi shook his head, looking at the ears of wheat he had cut and piled aside, "I'm not tired, I feel so fulfilled."

"Uncle Wen, can I make lunch with the wheat I cut myself?"

"Of course." Wen Yanting looked at him with a smile, "There is still a vegetable field over there, I can pick vegetables later."

"Really? Great!"

Su Chi danced excitedly. There was a rock under his feet, and he stepped on it with one foot. He lost his balance and leaned back, "Hey——"

Wen Yanting quickly went to pull him, but the two of them fell into the wheat field half a person's height together.

Under the body is the overwhelmed wheat field, and it doesn't hurt.

Wen Yanting propped up his arms and did not press on Su Chi's body. The two people's panting and pounding heartbeats were hidden in the hidden golden wheat field.

The other party was still lying on top of him, taking off his gloves to help him wipe the dust that fell on the tip of his nose.Lifting his chin lightly, "Have you ever tried the feeling of kissing here?"

Su Chi suspected that Uncle Wen was trying to seduce him on purpose.

He licked his lower lip, wrapped his arms around Wen Yanting's neck and shook his head, "But you can try."

"Oh, you don't know how to be ashamed? You want to kiss home, don't crush the wheat!"

Grandma's voice startled Su Chi's tense eyelashes, he turned his face and gently pushed Wen Yanting away, "F-farewell."

The man in front of him still didn't want to finish, his fingertips brushed his bitten lips, "Shall we go home?"

Feeling ashamed to go home straight away just after being told by grandma, Su Chi hooked Gouwen Yanting's fingertips, "Why don't you go pick vegetables?"

Wen Yanting pulled him up, "Okay, listen to you."

After the two of them had been busy all morning, Su Chi sat barefoot by a stream in front of his house, listening to music with headphones on.

Wen Yanting washed the freshly picked strawberries and put them near his mouth, "Let's go back after dinner."

"Is it so fast?" Su Chi felt that he hadn't been here for long.

"You have class tomorrow morning."

"Oh, yes." The good times are always short.

"We can come over anytime you like." Wen Yanting stuffed another strawberry for him.

At this moment, Su Chi's cell phone rang, it was the manager's call.

Su Chi connected, "Sister Ning Yu."

"How is the sample song preparation going?"

"What kind of song?"

"I wrote the ending song for Director Zhang's campus-themed TV series."

Su Chi was stunned, and then he remembered that some time ago he took over the ending song of a TV series, it seems that the deadline for submitting the sample song is tomorrow?

Too bad, I was so busy playing that I forgot the business.

"Yeah, tomorrow morning at the latest, I will send you the first edition."

Seeing Su Chi hang up the phone, Wen Yanting asked, "Have you written the song yet?"

"Not yet." Su Chi shook his head and sighed.

"Do you need to go back early?" Wen Yanting said, "Or, let me say hello to there."

"No, I'll write when I get home. An hour or two is enough." Su Chi blinked, full of confidence.

But when Su Chi came home at night and sat in the music room, struggling for two and a half hours without writing a single note, he began to panic.

Is the inspiration missing again?It shouldn't be so, but why is there no idea at all.He thought hard and finally found the cause of the problem.

The inspiration comes from life. It must be that he hasn't touched Uncle Wen's abdominal muscles for a long time, resulting in a lack of life experience.In this situation, how dare you touch the abs of the gold master's father directly?

But not being able to write songs is a serious problem of principle and credibility.Su Chi rubbed his hair, put his palm against his chin, and gently tapped the side of his face with his fingertips, but he couldn't feel it, let's look at the head office.

It's ten o'clock in the evening, and Uncle Wen is used to taking a bath at this time.

Su Chi worked hard on himself, and finally mustered up the courage to open the door of the music room.In order to prevent making noise, he didn't even wear shoes, walked into the bedroom on tiptoe, and turned off the overhead light, so he was more difficult to be found in a dark environment.

Following the sound of running water, Su Chi walked over quietly.

The door of the bathroom was ajar, and Wen Yanting stood under the shower with his back to him, and the stream of water flowed across the back and spine along the ends of his hair.

Su Chi hunched over and squeezed between the cracks of the door. At this moment, he was tense and complicated, and firmly believed that he was a real pervert.

But art workers inevitably have some special hobbies. Even if you are a hooligan peeking at your abs now, it is better than not submitting songs on time and affecting the progress of the TV series.

Su Chi is still blaming himself, and next time he must complete the task ahead of schedule, and promise that it will never be like today.

He brainwashed himself like chanting sutras, just read it, just read it, as long as he got inspired, he never read too much.But what will Uncle Wen do with his back turned to him.

Su Chi kept arching his body, and his waist began to feel sore.He held the doorknob with one hand, pressed the other on his back, and began to chant sutras again to Uncle Wen's back, "Turn around, turn around, turn around quickly."

After muttering a few words, Uncle Wen turned around and his abs just pointed straight at him.

How can there be such good-looking abs in this world? People who insist on exercising every day are different. Self-discipline is so rare.

The light in the bathroom is dim, it would be nice to be closer.Su Chi thought to himself, the people within sight were gradually being drawn in.

But isn't that a little too close?

In the next second, the metal handle came out of Su Chi's hand, and the bathroom door was opened. Wen Yanting grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, "What are you doing?"

The author has something to say: Please help Su Chi pick out a set with three bedrooms and one living room.

Peeking is wrong, don't learn from him!