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It doesn't take much effort to change shoes and clothes at home, Dai Zhenheng is as obedient as a kindergarten kid, and he will do whatever Wen Shuo asks him to do.

The only thing that left Wen Shuo speechless was that this kid was so clingy that he couldn't leave his sight for a minute. As long as he moved, Dai Zhenheng's gaze would follow. If he went to another room, this person would He staggered and had to stand up and chase after him.

He went to the kitchen to pour some water, and Dai Zhenheng followed, and he didn't need to persuade him to drink it obediently; he wanted to go to the bathroom and throw a towel to wipe Dai Zhenheng's face, but this person had to squeeze in, because he couldn't stand up Wen leaned on him with the sink in his hands.

Wen Shuo felt that he was too tired to wipe his face with his arms up, so he told him to sit down on the toilet: "Look up."

Dai Zhenheng did everything according to his words, but he was not happy when he said to close his eyes, and insisted on half-closed his eyes to look at him, making Wen Shuo dumbfounded.

Wen Shuo held the back of Dai Zhenheng's head in one hand, wiped his face with a warm towel in the other hand, and muttered: "Tit for tat, how did that sentence come from, um—it seems that he came out to mess around anyway. I have to pay it back!"

After he finished speaking, he himself laughed a few times, making Dai Zhenheng stare at his lips.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Shuo felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, couldn't help but pursed his lips and licked them, while the towel in his hand directly moved over to block his sight, "What's so interesting."

Before sending the person to the bedroom, Wen Shuo asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Go to the bathroom? Do you want to throw up?"

Dai Zhenheng shook his head, almost shaking himself, and leaned against the wall, not daring to move.

Wen Shuo thought it was funny, but felt a little distressed, so he stretched out his hand to help him: "Come on, I'll support you."

Dai Zhenheng stuck to him as he said, but instead of letting Wen Shuo hold his arm, he grabbed his hand directly.

"Okay," Wen Shuo looked at his posture like a little eunuch supporting the empress dowager, and muttered in a low voice, "Let's drive—go back to the palace!"

Wen Shuo seldom enters Dai Zhenheng's bedroom, even if he usually helps clean it, he will deliberately stop in front of the door and let Dai Zhenheng come by himself.

It's not that Dai Zhenheng said anything to him, it's just that he himself doesn't like others entering his room, so he treats others like himself and will not take the initiative to invade other people's territories.

But this is not the first time he came in - Dai Zhenheng had shown him around when he first moved here, so he still knows what the room looks like.

Sending Dai Zhenheng to bed and covering him with the quilt, Wen Shuo sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him for a while, fearing that he would be uncomfortable. Seeing that he gradually loosened his frowning brows after lying down, he felt relieved.

But I wanted to leave again, but I couldn't.

He didn't even know when Dai Zhenheng reached out to grab his clothes. Anyway, when he found out, the hands were so tight that he couldn't pull them out a few times, so he simply took off his shirt.

It's over, I don't really want to leave.

Dai Zhenheng, who was curled up clutching his clothes, was pitiful, like a big abandoned dog.

Wen Shuo thought about it and didn't know how drunk he was. If he fell asleep and vomited at night, choking it into the airpipe would be fatal.

Wen Shuo went around to the other side, climbed onto the bed and got into Dai Zhenheng's bed. When he reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, he noticed a photo frame on the bedside table. When he turned on the light just now, he only paid attention to Dai Zhenheng. Did not see.

Glancing at Dai Zhenheng whose back was turned to him, Wen Shuo didn't know why he looked at a photo frame like a thief, and he still felt a little guilty.

However, when he saw clearly what was inside by the dim light of the bedside lamp, Wen Shuo felt good again, and even reached out to take the photo frame. Looking at Zhi Le, he felt a little inexplicably beautiful in his heart: "Isn't there something wrong with that? Why put a broken bookmark in such a solid wooden frame?"

He took the photo frame and looked it over and over again, and concluded that the photo frame was probably enough to buy several bookmarks from his mother.

After turning off the lights and sleeping until midnight, Wen Shuo was woken up in a daze by the people around him.

I got up and turned on the light, but saw that Dai Zhenheng was still asleep, probably unconsciously sticking to him: "Brother? What's the matter?"

While talking, he stretched out his hand, and when he touched the man's skin, Wen Shuo frowned, and hurriedly went down to the living room to get the medicine box.

The thermometer was taken and coaxed and violently pulled and clamped on Dai Zhenheng. After a long few minutes, he took it out and checked it. As expected, he had a fever of more than 38 degrees.

Wen Shuo didn't know why he had a fever, but he must have been drinking a lot of alcohol, and taking antipyretics now might not be good for the stomach, so he had to physically cool down first.

In the second half of the night, I didn't dare to sleep anymore, so I was busy throwing a towel on Dai Zhenheng, and from time to time, I half-forced him to get him up and give him some water.

But it's impossible not to go to bed, this man was so cold that he shrank into a ball, Wen Shuo could only climb into bed during the interval of giving him cold compresses, and hugged him in his arms to keep him warm.

After tossing around until after seven in the morning, Wen Shuo was so sleepy that he couldn't help squinting for a while, and when he woke up again, Dai Zhenheng was also awake.

The first thing Wen Shuo did when he opened his eyes was to touch Dai Zhenheng's forehead, feeling that it wasn't so hot, he reached out to touch the thermometer on the bedside table.

37 degrees 5, although they didn't retreat completely, but at least one night's effort was not in vain, and Wen Shuo was really relieved.

Dai Zhenheng leaned on the bed and looked at him: "Thank you..."

"Brother, you are not real." Wen Shuo huddled in the bed and didn't want to get up, "Thank you for this, thank you for that, it seems that I am like a white-eyed wolf, eating your food, drinking your food, living your life and using your food, I am the same I never told you thank you."

Dai Zhenheng wanted to laugh a little bit, but he had a headache and couldn't laugh: "Then I won't thank you."

"That's about the same." If you don't want to get up, you can get up. The cook has a fever and can't cook. He, the second in command, can't starve to death. "I'll make some porridge."

Dai Zhenheng let out a lazy "hmm", and kept following Wen Shuo with his eyes.

Last night, he drank anti-alcohol medicine beforehand. In fact, he was not very drunk, but he was a little dizzy, but after sitting there while waiting for the substitute driver to blow the wind for a while, he began to feel uncomfortable.

He remembered most of the things that happened before he lay down, and there was even a little part of deliberately pretending to be drunk, just to have more physical contact with Wen Shuo.

During this illness, Dai Zhenheng would have laughed out loud if he hadn't been in a panic because of being able to sleep with this person all night.

Wen Shuo was afraid that he would have a recurring fever, so he stayed at home for a day. Fortunately, Dai Zhenheng's fever completely subsided that night.

But even though the fever subsided, the whole person was still sick, and he didn't want to do anything.

Wen Shuo made porridge again at night, and reluctantly made two dishes following the videos he found on the Internet. He was afraid that it would be too salty and coughed on behalf of Zhenheng, and the dishes didn't taste good.

Dai Zhenheng didn't dislike it, he could drink plain water from Wen Shuo, not to mention these two dishes and one porridge, they were extremely rich.

Wen Shuo went to wash the dishes after dinner, and asked while doing the dishes, "When are you leaving? Is it the plane ticket for these two days?"

"Tomorrow afternoon." As soon as this Dai Zhenheng was mentioned, he became very depressed, and even wanted to refund the ticket.

"How do I get to the airport? Take a taxi?" Wen Shuo thought that he was not doing well yet, and driving was dangerous, "Stop driving, take a taxi."

Dai Zhenheng reluctantly let out a "huh".

Wen Shuo turned his head to look at him, and he knew that he was not happy by the expression, but he didn't know what Dai Zhenheng was thinking, he just thought that this person didn't like to ride in other people's cars, he probably had a little cleanliness or something.

The next day was Wen Shuo's work day. Dai Zhenheng packed his luggage at home and was thinking about when to call a car. Wen Shuo, who was supposed to be at work, opened the security door of his house.

Wen Shuo changed his shoes at the door and came in with a few plastic bags: "Have you had lunch? The old lady made it for you, and asked me to bring it here."

Dai Zhenheng was too lazy to cook, and originally wanted to make do with it, but it would save trouble now.

The two sat down in the restaurant, and the food was still hot, so they just brought the bowls and chopsticks to eat.

Dai Zhenheng ate and ate, only to realize that Wen Shuo was not wearing work clothes: "Aren't you going to work today?"

"Yeah," Wen Shuo rolled his eyes at him and made a grimace, "Don't worry about you, I changed shifts with my colleagues."

Dai Zhenheng: "...Oh."

Wen Shuo picked up boiled cabbage hearts with chopsticks for him: "I'll take you to the airport in a while."

Dai Zhenheng stared blankly at him: "..."

Wen Shuo sensed that something was wrong, and looked up at Dai Zhenheng, but the man only looked at him for half a second, then looked away, lowered his head and went on eating.

Wen Shuo also looked away, but for some reason, he felt a little awkward in his heart, as if something was wriggling in the socket of his heart.

When going to the airport, Wen Shuo drove the car, and Dai Zhenheng leaned on the co-pilot in a daze, not feeling very energetic.

Wen Shuo glanced at him a few times, and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Still uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm just a little tired." On the one hand, Dai Zhenheng was not in a good mood, and on the other hand, he was not in a high mood because he didn't want to leave, "I'll be back on the fifth."

"It's so easy to go back so early?" Wen Shuo said heartlessly, "Let's stay with them for a few more days."

Dai Zhenheng: "..." There is a kind of helplessness towards Niu playing the piano, but there is no way to express it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Shuo pondered for a while and said, "I should rest on the fifth and come pick you up."

"Yeah." Dai Zhenheng came back to life with full blood, and paused, "You can drive back in a while."

"No, I'll just take the subway." After refusing, Wen Shuo suddenly remembered the question of parking fees, "Uh, isn't parking at the airport expensive?"

Dai Zhenheng didn't really care about the money, but in order to let him drive the car away, he deliberately said: "It's less than a hundred a day."

After Wen Shuo calculated, Dai Zhenheng would have to pay thousands of dollars for parking these few days, so he had to agree: "Okay, anyway, I'll pick you up, and I'll drive over when the time comes."

"You can drive it when I'm not here." Dai Zhenheng said casually, "Aren't you going to take your aunt out to play during the holidays?"

"Hey, where's the time?" Wen Shuo actually felt a little overwhelmed when he heard him mention it, "I can't go far in this class, and my colleagues who have a family and a family can take a break. I might have to pay more." How many days are you working?"

Dai Zhenheng: "If you can't go far, you can take her to the park and shopping mall, right? How about taking her to watch a movie?"

"That makes sense," Wen Shuo pondered, but there was no movie theater near our house. "The nearest movie theater is more than half an hour away by car. The last time I went there, Qiqi scolded me for being late."

Dai Zhenheng didn't want to mention Jiang Qiqi very much. This person originally occupied the position of Wen Shuo's girlfriend, which made him feel uncomfortable, and then he tossed about backing him in front of Wen Shuo, making him Really disgusting panic.

"Go by car." Dai Zhenheng glanced at him, knowing his temper, "I don't want to drive for nothing, just fill up the 98 gas for me."

Wen Shuo laughed a few times, and didn't politely refuse him: "That's it!"