Temporary cohabitation

"Ah...that, yes, thank you very much."

Cheng Shi bit the bullet and said, "When I was worrying in the hotel, you suddenly came to see me, and you came in a timely manner, so I... thank you very much."

"Only thank you?" Ren Mingyao asked, "Apart from thank you, do you have anything else to tell me?"

The tone didn't sound pleasant.He already had a low voice, and a slightly flatter tone seemed to be putting pressure on others. Coupled with that expressionless and indifferent face exclusive to the Great Demon King, he felt a sense of oppression.

Cheng Xiaojun drank milk powder quietly as usual.However, at this moment, Cheng Shi hoped that he would cry unobtrusively so that he could find an excuse to escape being questioned.

He knew what Ren Mingyao was asking, and he also knew that this moment would eventually come.Ever since he met Ren Mingyao, he has been resisting this moment.

"...I'm sorry." Even though he had thought about countless possibilities in his mind, when it came to him, he subconsciously chose the least promising one.

He sincerely apologized, "I didn't keep the promise, I'm sorry. Although it's too late to say it now...but I'm still sorry."

Ren Mingyao frowned, "I don't want to hear this."

"I know, but... can I just say this?" He lowered his head, his tone lowered to the bottom of the table, almost pleading, and he couldn't even find an excuse, "Look, we are all now Now that you're an adult, just live a good life in the future. Don't mention the things about us... when we were young, okay. "

"A real adult doesn't say that he's an adult already."

"..."

Cheng Shi still refused to look up at him, as if he had been greatly persecuted.

Even so, he hoped that this poor excuse would soften his heart.

"I understand what you mean."

After a moment of stalemate, Ren Mingyao withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "I won't ask again in the future."

His tone clearly sounded unhappy.Cheng Shi breathed a sigh of relief immediately, stood up hastily, and put the conversation to a halt, "Then I'll go wash the dishes."

Ren Mingyao hummed, and got up to leave the dining table, "I have an online script meeting these days, and I work at home during the day, so don't come to the study if you have nothing to do."

"okay."

Standing in front of the sink, Cheng Shi watched him walk into the study and close the door.It was a soft sound, but it was no more relaxing than his dissatisfied slamming the door to make noise.

What are you thinking, Ren Mingyao would not do such childish things.

Cheng Shi shook his head vigorously, and the corner of his clothes was pulled slightly.Cheng Xiaojun stood at his feet, raised his arms and gave him the empty milk bottle.

"Ah, Xiaojun finished his meal, and the bottle needs to be washed, right?" He knelt down, touched the top of Cheng Xiaojun's head, couldn't help but hugged him again, and drew some strength from this small body , the tone is still soft, but with a bit of confusion, "Little Jun, be good, be good."

hold on.When you have money, take Xiaojun and move out immediately.

Cheng Zhi felt regretful.

Maybe it's been a ghostly obsession from the beginning.

If he continued to live like this, one day, his most embarrassing thoughts would be exposed.

**

The previous things are overturned, and we start to get along again.

It's easy to say.

Ren Mingyao closed the study door, opened the window and smoked two cigarettes in boredom.

Blame him for leaving without saying goodbye, the blame is never his leaving, but "not telling".

To this day, even if he had the opportunity to explain, he chooses not to talk about it.

What happened in those days when we were apart, why did he cry, did he have a hard time alone.

He didn't want to say it.It's useless to wonder.

Unbearable depression brought to work.In the past few days, the colleagues who worked together have noticed something, and thought it was because Party A was too difficult to communicate. After the meeting, they all complained in the group.

Ren Mingyao would occasionally make a bead, but these days he was completely in the mood to participate. He didn't talk about work except for a lighter gossip about work, and was nicknamed "work machine" behind his back by his colleagues.

"They all said that luckily it was an online meeting, otherwise they wouldn't dare to come out when they saw you talking about work with a straight face."

Jiang Lele didn't know why, so she thought it was the daily operation of a workaholic, and reminded, "Mr. Ren, take some rest before you're busy. You will have a project with the group after a while, and there will be a lot of things to do then."

Ren Mingyao went through the script situation that needs to be communicated with the team in his mind.The director is an acquaintance, according to the progress communicated, he will have to live in the crew for more than half a month.

It was okay before, and he was used to frequent business trips, but now there is not only one person in his family, "Is there no one else who can go except me?"

What does this say.Jiang Lele was taken aback for a moment, "It's all scheduled, so I can't push it. Do you have other arrangements? Is it particularly important?"

"...No." Ren Mingyao said.

He just thought that even if he was not at home, Cheng Shi could take care of the children and housework in an orderly manner by himself.Even without him at home to support his hind legs, it might be easier to do it.

Thinking about it this way, I feel even worse, "Just follow the original work plan."

"Oh." Jiang Lele didn't know that there were other residents in his house. After finishing his work, he asked, "By the way, Teacher Ren, didn't the housekeeping aunt I found for you work well? I suddenly remembered yesterday After chatting with her for a few words, I heard that you fired her? Is it because you are not satisfied with the job? "

"No. It's just not needed anymore."

"Ah? No way." Jiang Lele responded with great disbelief, "You do the housework by yourself now? Ah well, there is a specialty in surgery, so let's not force it."

"..."

Ren Mingyao was not happy to talk about this, and ended sloppily, "I don't know how to do it, there are plenty of people who can do it."

The only person who can do housework and get angry with him is the one outside.

Turning off the video call, Ren Mingyao picked up his phone and checked the time. It was 10 minutes before twelve o'clock.

He is in a bad mood these days, and he will not be able to catch up with the script smoothly, and the squeeze at both ends will make things worse.Cheng Zhi was sensitive, so he should have sensed his blunt attitude. He even notified him via WeChat when he was asked to eat. Every day at [-]:[-] noon and [-]:[-] pm, he was on time like a clockwork robot.

It's not completely innocent, but there are elements of being implicated.

He didn't want to live so rigidly until he joined the group, but he was also the worst at dealing with such complicated and delicate situations, and he didn't know how to ease the atmosphere.

In fact, he calmed down and thought about it, he should be more angry with himself.

Qi himself is not as free and easy as Cheng Shi, not like an "adult".Even if you can not mention it, you can't ignore it.

Cheng Shi said that he is so good and thankful to him, as if he was saying, don't talk so much if you are polite, what's the use of talking so much, in the end everyone has to go their own way.

is pushing him out.

This is completely different from his original intention of bringing people home.

After 10 minutes passed, the Wechat notification sounded on time.He took a look at his phone, got up and walked out of the study.The moment the door was opened, the steaming incense from lunch mixed with the cool book atmosphere into a nostalgic smell of human fireworks, and the drowsiness and exhaustion from work in the morning were mostly diluted.

Cheng Shi was chasing after Cheng Xiaojun and put on a bib.This child has been walking more steadily recently, has started to learn to trot, and has a much more lively temper. Every morning and after dinner, Cheng Shi will take him downstairs to take a walk in the community.It's almost as little as keeping a pet and going down to let the wind go every day.

One big and one small are fine.The only thing is not to play with him.

Cheng Shi loves this nephew very much.Ren Mingyao didn't dare to speak his mind, and sat at the dining table with that expressionless attitude, and was slapped all over his face.

The meals are for two, but he is the only one eating.Cheng Shi didn't even sit at the same table with him for dinner recently.He is not like Cheng Xiaojun who needs to be fed when he eats, and there seems to be no reason to call him over to eat together.

It's just that I asked a few more questions that day, and Ren Mingyao felt deeply that he seemed to have committed a crime, and was treated differently in this family, so he felt aggrieved.

"Ah, there is also seaweed egg drop soup. I almost forgot." Cheng Shi suddenly remembered, and hurried to the kitchen to add another bowl for him.

Ren Mingyao finally had a chance to speak, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'll eat later."

Cheng Shi put the bowl in front of him, still not intending to be at the same table, and restrained to keep a distance, "You eat first, I have to take care of Xiaojun."

In fact, Cheng Xiaojun doesn't need to worry much about eating, and he can take care of the children while eating.Ren Mingyao was at a loss for words while holding the chopsticks, he didn't know what else to say.

Do you want to boast that this lemon shrimp is delicious?But he didn't taste a sip, which is too hypocritical.

Or take a bite first and then praise?

He was busy thinking, but a small figure swayed into the kitchen out of the corner of his eye, and then he cried out in pain.

Cheng Shi was startled, turned around and ran to the kitchen in a panic, "Xiaojun!"

Faint crying came.Ren Mingyao put down his chopsticks and followed quickly, and saw Cheng Xiaojun sitting on the ground crying, with two lemons rolling beside him.

"Small it."

Ren Mingyao picked up the lemon and threw it into the sink. When he turned around, Cheng Shizheng touched his red nose with distress, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah." Cheng Xiaojun lowered his head guiltily.

The handle of the shopping bag in the supermarket was hanging down next to the cupboard, and he pulled it out curiously.The two remaining lemons rolled out of the bag and hit him on the nose, and the sour taste made him burst into tears.

Cheng Shi was angry and funny, regretting that he hadn't packed up the leftover ingredients in time, comforted him softly and taught him not to touch things randomly, and finally cut open a fresh lemon, and the yellow petals were put into a small bowl and arrived at the table.

"Are you wondering what this is? It's called a lemon, and it's a kind of fruit like an orange."

He carried Cheng Xiaojun to the newly bought baby chair, adjusted the height and put the small bowl of rice in front of him, "Do you want to try it?"

Hit in the head by the keyword "orange", Cheng Xiaojun's eyes sparkled, and after receiving the order, he grabbed a petal without hesitation, and greedily took a big bite.

In the next second, a more sour taste than being hit in the nose filled the tip of his tongue, and his whole face wrinkled up, so sore that he kept blinking, passively winking.

Cheng Shi couldn't help laughing, and even used his mobile phone to take pictures and records for him, teasing him, "Try it again, maybe you like it."

But this sour taste is fascinating.Cheng Xiaojun really took a second bite, his body trembled like an electric shock, he wrinkled his face and repeatedly winked, dropped the lemon, and stuck out his tongue in protest.

I like oranges, not lemons.

Even Ren Mingyao also laughed.After many days, there was finally a moment of lightness at the dining table.Cheng Shi caught a glimpse of him smiling so happily, gloating at his misfortune, and unconsciously relaxed his restraint, picked up a petal and stretched it out in front of him and asked, "Would you like to try it?"

Ren Mingyao: "Why don't you try it?"

"I tasted it when I was cooking." Cheng Shi said honestly, "Actually, it's not sour at all. Really."

Cheng Xiaojun wrinkled and kept talking, it seemed that his words were not convincing at all.

Ren Mingyao didn't believe his nonsense at all, paused for a while, but still lowered his head and bit the lemon he gave, and put it in his mouth.

The moment the tip of his tongue swept across, Cheng Shi's fingers trembled, and they quickly retracted and hung by his side, kneading together uncontrollably, rubbing the remaining juice and feeling hot in his heart.

Ren Mingyao watched him play cutely, but in the end he made himself blush, and his mood became inexplicably brighter. He chewed the lemon casually and swallowed it, "It's okay, it's not very sour."

The author has something to say:

Complications of Too Much Eagerness to Talk to Wife - Loss of Taste

Thank you cubs for their sacrifices for unwary adults

Played too late and came back late Liao wwww lost the little red flower

everyone go to bed early

good night mua!