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"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo's voice was a little deep and slow, his eyes were deep, like stars with gravity, grabbing Lin Yunqing's attention.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yunqing seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat. He clutched a sleeve of the clothes next to him, trying to transfer his inexplicable tension to the creases of the fabric.

He said I was pretty, Wen Zhuo thought to himself.The heart that seemed to be sinking in the bottom of the sea seemed to be slowly floating up. He used to control and suppress it, afraid of scaring away the people in front of him.

But he compliments me.

Maybe for Lin Yunqing, he is different and special.

Maybe it was the heat from the bathroom that made him dizzy, so he slowly approached Lin Yunqing.

"What are you doing?" Wen Zhuo reached out and brushed his waist.

Lin Yunqing turned sideways abruptly, like a frightened bird, widened her eyes, and explained: "I'm arranging clothes, this is the assistant's job."

Wen Zhuo's fingers slowly slipped down, touched the sleeve of the shirt he was holding, and said softly, "It's wrinkled."

Lin Yunqing let go and took a step back.

He felt that the air was a bit hot, and his warm chest was still moist. The distribution of muscles seemed to be carefully carved and designed by the most skilled sculptors, with strength and heat, capturing his sight.

Lin Yunqing averted his eyes, stretched out his hand and tore a piece of clothes for him: "Put on some clothes, I just came out of the hospital, don't go back again."

Wen Zhuo took the clothes he stuffed, and laughed lowly: "Wear a shirt at night?"

"I took it wrong." Lin Yunqing stepped forward to push him away, touched his arm, and suddenly withdrew her hand, "You, don't block me, hinder my work."

"I'm sorry." Mr. Wen apologized calmly, his eyes rested on his reddened ears, and his mood slowly floated up like a kite being held by the wind.The hair on the back of Lin Yunqing's neck was a little long, covering her fair skin softly, and the hair was a little messy.

Lin Yunqing felt inexplicably flustered, always felt that the gaze behind her was too hot, was Wen Zhuo looking at him?What are you looking at?The heat on his face was getting higher and higher uncontrollably.

He randomly picked out a dark blue pajamas and handed it over to him, his eyes were a little erratic, and he didn't dare to look at him.

"Does this look good?" Wen Zhuo took the clothes.

Lin Yunqing glanced at him, pursed her lips: "Who do you show it to at night, it doesn't matter if it looks good or not."

"That's right, don't you have any pants?" Wen Zhuo reached out to pick off the bath towel around his waist.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yunqing stared at his movements and widened her eyes.

"Change clothes." Wen Zhuo explained patiently.

"I know, but can't you change it after I leave?" Lin Yunqing looked at the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he felt that Wen Zhuo might be playing tricks on him, or seducing him.It was obviously Wen Zhuo who lied to him, and he refused to say clearly who Ah Qing was, why did he ask him to try hard!Also played tricks on him and watched him joke.

Lin Yunqing reached out and pulled the pajama pants and threw them on Wen Zhuo forcefully. He quit this job. What does it have to do with whether Wen Zhuoxi doesn't like him?

"I want to resign. I'm quitting. Let your Ah Qing be your assistant."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Wen Zhuo stepped forward and grabbed his wrist: "Which Ah Qing?"

"Hey, which Ah Qing, how many Ah Qings do you have?" Lin Yunqing flicked her wrist, trying to break free from his restraint.

Wen Zhuo didn't speak, just looked down at him.

Lin Yunqing frowned and pursed her lips slightly: "Ah Qing in the painting, Ah Qing in the dream, Ah Qing in front of the library..."

"And Ah Qing in front of me." Wen Zhuo put his hand on his neck, his eyes were deep, as if he had entered the night.

"I'm Lin Yunqing, not your bad boy." Lin Yunqing pushed his hand away, and her voice gradually fell.

"You know." Looking at his expression, Wen Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least Lin Yunqing didn't run away immediately.

"I'm sorry." Wen Zhuo buried his head in his neck.

"You, don't touch your hands." The skin on his neck is more sensitive, and the half-dried hair is touching it, itching.Lin Yunqing wanted to raise her head to push away this impolite head.

But Wen Zhuo reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly, and took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid you will leave." His voice was low and muffled, but it sounded very clear in the quiet space.

"Why?" Lin Yunqing forgot to struggle and asked.Why are you afraid?Or why do you think he will leave?

"You have no reason to stay." Wen Zhuo said sullenly, breathing softly on Lin Yunqing's skin with his voice, "If you don't like me."

Lin Yunqing lowered her eyes, and she could see Wen Zhuo's jet-black hair, perhaps because it was still wet, the color was even darker.

The two were silent for a while, neither of them spoke, maintaining this awkward posture.

In the end, it was Lin who broke the silence.

"Wen Zhuo, to be honest..." Lin Yunqing shook her wrist.

Wen Zhuo's heart suddenly hangs, Lin Yunqing has not answered for so long, I am afraid that the next words are not what he wants to hear: "Say it."

"Aren't you sick? This pose. Also, your hair is still wet, you're undressed, and you just came out of the hospital yesterday. I think if you're confessing to me, the scene isn't very romantic, to be honest." .”

Wen Zhuo: ...

President Wen straightened up and let go of his hands.

Is this Lin Yunqing's new way of refusing?It's quite tactful.

"Then next time, if there is a romantic scene, will you agree?" Mr. Wen is fighting for the next chance for himself.

"Can you get dressed first?" Lin Yunqing touched his nose, but didn't answer the question directly, his eyes stayed on his beautiful muscles.

"Okay." Wen Zhuo obediently picked up his clothes and put them on.

Lin Yunqing took this opportunity to run away immediately.

Looking at his flustered back, Wen Zhuo smiled helplessly.

Lin Yunqing, who hid in the room, raised his fist and hammered the hammer bed. How could he be so useless and run away!

It's just that Wen Zhuo didn't expect Wen Zhuo to admit it so soon.

Lin Yunqing was in a complicated mood, and fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and it seemed that she could still outline Wen Zhuo's beautiful figure in her mind.

He shook his head, not promising anything.

Does he like Wen Zhuo?

Of course I like it, how could I not like it.

But which Wen Zhuo does he like?The former senior brother was still the childish ghost before yesterday.

Is Ah Qing in Wen Zhuo's heart still the current Lin Yunqing?Still just the old Ah Qing with a beautiful filter.

The change was so sudden that he needed to calm down.

Lin Yunqing hugged the pillow and lay on the bed, his sight was blocked, and the messy thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

Wen Zhuo's next opportunity seems to be in the foreseeable future, because early the next morning, when he walked out of the room, he saw Lin Yunqing walking out with a bag on his back.

"Where are you going?" Wen Zhuo just got up, his voice was still a little hoarse, looking at the back of the light, he didn't catch up, just watched, he knew that Lin Yunqing would leave anyway.He smiled helplessly, thinking he still had a chance last night.

"I have some work in the studio, I want to go back first." Lin Yunqing explained without confidence.But in fact there was something wrong. Hongpo County sent the red mud over yesterday, so he had to go back and have a look.It's just that leaving in a hurry at this time always feels like running away.

Wen Zhuo didn't ask further: "In such a hurry? You can leave after breakfast. You can ask the driver to take you to the high-speed rail station."

"No need." Lin Yunqing replied sullenly.Unexpectedly, Wen Zhuo didn't keep him, it was too polite, unlike the Wen Zhuo he was familiar with.Does this really like him?

"Okay, good luck."

"Thank you." Lin Yunqing went out the door and stood in the hallway waiting for the elevator.

The whole space fell silent, only the familiar beating on the elevator display indicated that time was flowing.

The elevator door opened.

Lin Yunqing was about to walk in.

"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo raised his hand and pressed the elevator button.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yunqing looked at his hand, the door of the elevator next to him was open, as if urging people to come in quickly.

"It's my birthday next week, will you come?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"Who are you lying to? I have been your stand-in and your assistant for a day. Your birthday is in January, and there will be nearly half a year left." Lin Yunqing pushed his hand away, "Don't question my professional ethics."

"You want an excuse." Lin Yunqing curled her lips and poked his arm with her fingertips.

Wen Zhuo smiled, let go of his hand, the elevator door slowly closed, and the elevator went down.

"Qixi Festival is coming soon." Wen Zhuo began to think about the holidays.

"I won't spend Qixi Festival with you." Lin Yunqing continued to poke his forearm.

"Well, wait until I catch up with you."

Lin Yunqing's mouth moved, but he didn't speak, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Today is the weekend, early in the morning, there is nothing to go out at this time, and the elevator came up again.

"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo took a step closer to him, and before the elevator arrived, he pulled him into his arms, lowered his head slightly, and touched the soft hair on his forehead with his lips, "Wait for me to find you."

Lin Yunqing came out of his arms, entered the elevator, and gave a soft "hmm" before the elevator door closed.

The author has something to say:

As long as I haven't slept, it's not a day...

It's already Qixi Festival, which can be regarded as a festival, so I wish you all happiness and good health!Chirp~