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Dai Zhenheng naturally noticed Wen Shuo's strangeness, but he didn't take the initiative to ask if he didn't say anything.

She stretched out her hand to touch the back of Wen Shuo's hand, and seeing that he didn't resist, she pulled him up and put his hand into her coat pocket.

The weather in December is dry and cold, sometimes it is windy, and it gets dark early, and there are almost no people on the road.

The two walked back holding hands all the way, neither of them took the initiative to speak.

From being held in the palm of Dai Zhenheng's to interlocking with his fingers, Wen Shuo's hand gradually became tighter and tighter, and even the warm palms of the two were tightly attached to one place.

Wen Shuo was still exerting his strength: "Hey hey, does it hurt, brother! Look at me, I'll give you a torture, so you can't take care of yourself!"

Dai Zhenheng didn't feel the pain at all, and was amused by his deliberate trickery: "What good will it do you to put me in a situation where you can't take care of yourself? Will you make breakfast tomorrow morning?"

Wen Shuo was stunned for a moment, loosened his grip, and confirmed with kneading and kneading before saying, "It was your left hand that I tortured just now, and you are not left-handed, so it won't affect your cooking."

Dai Zhenheng laughed so hard that he took his hand and squeezed it.

Wen Shuo followed his example and pinched it back, and couldn't help rubbing his fingertips on the back of his hand after pinching.

Dai Zhenheng suddenly stopped moving.

Wen Shuo was tugged by him, and tilted his head to look at him inexplicably.

Dai Zhenheng also had nothing to do with him, and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead: "Let's go, go home."

"I was going home! It was you who stopped suddenly! I don't know why!" Wen Shuo used Baba to hide his nervousness, and after he finished speaking, he secretly swallowed his saliva, cursing: Why did you kiss your forehead again?Can't you kiss somewhere else?How do you know if I like it or not if you don't kiss me?

Wen Shuo was hungry again when he got home, Dai Zhenheng squinted at him, and said in a strange voice on purpose: "Leave me alone at home, and go out to eat delicious food, spicy food, and still not be full?"

Wen Shuo didn't care what he said, anyway Dai Zhenheng had to obediently go to the kitchen to cook for him after he finished talking, so he made a face at Dai Zhenheng and ran to take a shower and change clothes.

After finishing work, he came out of the bathroom, and the smell of pimple soup was already wafting in the room, Wen Shuo strolled like an old man with his hands behind his back to the kitchen to inspect Dai Zhenheng's work.

"It will be ready soon." Dai Zhenheng glanced at him, "Go blow your hair."

"No need, I'll just take a break after eating." Wen Shuo thought it was troublesome, and looked at the food in the pot eagerly, "Are you done? I'm so hungry!"

The pimple soup was brought to the table, and Dai Zhenheng sat opposite him and watched him eat: "Slow down, don't burn it."

Wen Shuo answered "No, no", and took a spoon to stir the bowl.

Dai Zhenheng had nothing to do with him: "Didn't you go out to eat tonight? Take your Brother Shan to the police? It's like you didn't eat anything."

Not to mention that this night was almost like going to the police, Wen Shuo was so concerned with breaking things up with Zhang Zeshan, how could he be in the mood to have a good meal?I just picked up a few mouthfuls casually, and only when I came back and saw Dai Zhenheng did I feel that I was not full.

After eating a big bowl of tomato pimple soup, Wen Shuo felt warm from the tips of his toes to the strands of his hair, and he was sweating from eating, very satisfied.

Dai Zhenheng went to wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen, and he sat at the dining table to digest, and after digesting, he remembered what Zhang Zeshan said again.

To him, Zhang Zeshan was really just a buddy, even if he whispered that sentence in his ear, Wen Shuo couldn't have any more charming thoughts, so he was shocked when he first found out.

Compared to that, Wen Shuo was more puzzled about what this man was thinking, why did he like him?What does he like?

He thought that even if he likes the same sex, Zhang Zeshan should also like him like Brother Zhen!He is handsome, gentle, and knows how to take care of others, plus he has full cooking skills. Isn't it useless to like him?He doesn't know anything, so the two of them can't cook snail noodles every day, can they?

Oh yes, Zhang Zeshan seems to know how to cook... Although he has never eaten it, he thinks that Zhang Zeshan's cooking must not be as delicious as his brother Zhen's.

When Dai Zhenheng packed up and came back, seeing him sitting at the dining table with his head propped up in a daze, he couldn't help reaching out and pinching his ears: "Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Wen Shuo said "Oh", rolled his eyes, and said, "Brother, sit down, let's talk."

Dai Zhenheng sat down opposite him with some amusement, raised his eyebrows, and signaled that he could start.

Wen Shuo said deliberately mysteriously: "Do you know what Zhang Zeshan said to me today?"

After finishing speaking, staring at Dai Zhenheng, he was quite happy to see the change in the expression on this man's face.

Looking at his appearance, Dai Zhenheng didn't know whether to be angry or funny, and asked for advice: "What did your brother Shan tell you?"

Wen Shuo hooked his fingers at him, and waited for him to lean towards him before he said, "He said—"

Dai Zhenheng waited for a long time and Wen Shuo didn't say anything, so he turned his face and looked at him suspiciously.

Wen Shuo was waiting for his reaction: "I won't tell you!"

Dai Zhenheng was so angry that his nose was about to crooked, and he sat back and squinted at him, with a sad and sad expression.

Wen Shuo laughed heartlessly, wondering why he didn't realize before that Brother Zhen was still so funny.

The two of them tossed until eleven o'clock, Wen Shuo was full and sleepy, and started yawning profusely, Dai Zhenheng urged him to go to bed again.

Wen Shuo nodded in agreement, and after agreeing, he asked Dai Zhenheng to accompany him.

Dai Zhenheng: "..."

Entering the room, Wen Shuo threw off the cotton mop and got into the bed, patted the side of the bed to signal Dai Zhenheng to sit down, Dai Zhenheng was more obedient than a well-trained large dog, obediently sat in the position he patted.

Wen Shuo moved his head to his lap and said, "Zhang Zeshan seems to like me."

Dai Zhenheng said "hmm", not too surprised, but Wen Shuo obviously didn't hear the implication of his voice.

"What do I like?" Wen Shuo closed his eyes and muttered, "I might as well like you."

Dai Zhenheng rubbed his head: "What about you? Who do you like?"

Wen Shuo obviously heard it, but he didn't answer, his head resting on Dai Zhenheng's lap arched into his arms.

Dai Zhenheng said again: "Then will you drink with him in the future and take me there?"

"Don't drink with him!" Wen Shuo said now, "He said he won't ask me to go out in the future. But maybe I will call him, and if I tell him, I won't take you."

Dai Zhenheng: "..." He pinched his earlobe twice.

Wen Shuo didn't feel any pain when he pinched him. He even laughed and yawned after laughing: "Anyway, I don't like him."

Even though he knew that Wen Shuo should not have that kind of thought for Zhang Zeshan, Dai Zhenheng felt a lot at ease when he said this sentence himself.

He patted the top of Wen Shuo's head as a reward, took his hand on his lap, pulled it to his lips and kissed it.

Wen Shuo felt like being electrocuted by his kiss, he couldn't help pulling back, but he couldn't pull it out.

Dai Zhenheng smiled and grabbed his fingers, and kissed his fingertips again: "Go to sleep."

Wen Shuo: "..." He couldn't sleep at all!

The next day, Wen Shuo's hands seemed to be numb all day, and he stared blankly at the hair on his fingers, feeling that the touch of Dai Zhenheng's lips still remained on his fingertips.

A few times, like a thief, he secretly touched his lips with the fingers that had been kissed, and his heart would blush for a long time when he touched it.

It wasn't until this time that he really understood the meaning of Zhang Zeshan's words - if he really liked it, he wouldn't even make physical contact like a routine.

He always hopes to be with Dai Zhenheng more. Although he is passive every time he holds hands, hugs, touches, etc., he likes it in his heart. He likes it so much that whenever Dai Zhenheng feels that there are signs of ending these actions Sometimes, you will feel faintly unhappy.

But the more this happened, the more entangled he became.

From all aspects, the person who can be liked by Dai Zhenheng should be outstanding. He compares himself with the person in his fantasy in his mind, and the more he thinks about it, the more he can't understand how he could have won him.

Why did Dai Zhenheng change his mind?Wen Shuo couldn't figure it out, and the more he couldn't figure it out, the more entangled he became, and he didn't dare to ask—what if Dai Zhenheng asked him to get over his boredom?I found out that he is not as good as that so-and-so, and if I can't fix my heart, I will change back again...

Seeing his unpredictable expression, Wen's mother really didn't know what to say.

Glancing at his watch again, he kicked his distracted son under the table: "If you don't eat, get out! You'll start to dislike my cooking, won't you?"

Wen Shuo didn't dare to speak, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately immersed himself in eating hard, and cleaned up all the rice in his bowl.

After dinner, he went to wash the dishes, and Wen Shuo was peeling the grapefruit beside him. Wen Shuo couldn't help but nagged at his mother: "Mom, can you be gentler in the future? Why do I feel that you seem to be getting more and more irritable recently?"

"I'm in menopause!" Mother Wen glared at him.

Wen Shuo: "...Then do you need me to buy you some supplements?"

Mother Wen hit him with a grapefruit peel: "Get out."

Wen Shuo took a piece of peeled grapefruit and stuffed it into his mouth after washing the bowl: "It's delicious! Where did you buy this grapefruit, Mom? Do you have any at home?"

"No," said Mother Wen, "you thing with elbows out!"

"Wow! You knew it before I told you!" Wen Shuo picked up more than half of the grapefruit and ran out, "My brother keeps telling me to get things home! Why don't you tell me!"

Mother Wen: "Bring me back the dead child!"

Wen Shuo didn't, he found a clean bag and put the piece of grapefruit in the refrigerator, then turned back from the living room: "Hey."

Mother Wen also had nothing to do with him, so she gave him a few glances.

Wen Shuo walked towards the living room with the grapefruit that she had peeled roughly: "It's better to peel it while sitting, why do you have to stand up?"

The mother and son were eating grapefruits and watching TV in the living room. Wen Shuo couldn't watch the TV series, and felt extremely bored after a while. Thinking about it, if I don't want to watch TV at this time, I can play games with Dai Zhenheng. How nice , It's much more fun than eating grapefruit with his mother.

Mother Wen didn't bother to pay attention to him, she hugged her sister and watched with relish, and sometimes shed tears following the plot.

Here she was fascinated by watching, but she didn't have time to pay attention to her son who didn't know what to say over there, so she asked after watching the TV episode: "What did you just say?"

Wen Shuo waited for a long time, and seeing that she finally reacted, he felt a little embarrassed, blushed for a long time before saying it again: "I, what about me, I want to fall in love with my brother."

Mother Wen: "...Oh."

Seeing that her reaction was so flat, Wen Shuo felt bored, and said angrily, "You only know how to watch TV! Is that how you react when I tell you such an important matter? Am I not as important as TV dramas?!"

Mother Wen was so angry that she rolled her eyes: "What other reaction do you want? Do you want a feather duster? Are you thinking about Xiaodai thinking I'm blind and can't see it?"

Wen Shuo: "..."

Mother Wen: "It's okay, I think Xiaodai is much more reliable than you. If you two can really get along, it can be regarded as the merits of your old Wen family ancestors. After I die, someone will take care of you."

Wen Shuo said sadly and angrily: "...Mom, are you my real mother or his real mother? Am I that miserable in your eyes!"

Mother Wen laughed loudly: "Oh, my son also has merits! You also know how to get rid of my mother's worries first, and then go to harm Xiaodai, don't you?"

Wen Shuo: "..."