lonely patient

Wen Luming is obviously a person who pays great attention to health preservation, I smelled a warm ginger smell after washing, followed the smell to find the kitchen, and found that he was making ginger soup.

He heard my movement and looked over, his eyes full of disapproval: "Go and blow dry your hair, you'll catch a cold."

Except for Yan Song, few people use this commanding tone to me, but Wen Luming's words are not offensive.

I obeyed and went to dry my hair, and when I came back, the ginger soup was already cooked.

The weather is fine today, the sun shining through the window is a bit dazzling.I took a look at the layout of Wen Luming's house by the way, wooden coffee table and furniture, gray-brown sofa, off-white carpet, a large balcony with several pots of broad-leaved green plants, the whole room is clean and comfortable, with a homely atmosphere.

"I wanted to remind you not to take a bath just after the fever subsides, but I didn't expect you to finish washing after just going to the study to handle some work." Wen Luming said as he brought ginger soup to me.

He didn't ask me what my next plan was, or when I was leaving, as naturally as if I was his tenant.

As a result, I didn't know how to speak, so I had to hold the bowl and drink the soup spoon by spoon.

Halfway through the drink, the phone kept ringing, and after a glance, it was Jiang Han's message.

"Don't you need to go back?" Wen Luming asked.

I was watched by him, so I had to make a call back. Because I couldn't spare my hands, I put the phone on the table and turned on the speakerphone.

"Brother Yan." Jiang Han's voice on the phone was pitiful, "Why have you shut down for so long, I'm so worried about you."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

I didn't notice that my voice was a little cold, Jiang Han hesitated, and whispered: "It's okay... the hot search before, it was my fault, I wasn't vigilant enough, I'm sorry..."

He can't be blamed for this matter, besides, the other party didn't come for him.I put the bowl down and said, "I don't blame you."

Jiang Han said again: "Also...the manager locked me up and didn't let me go out or see you..."

I couldn't hold back a little snort, and applauded Yan Song's watertightness again in my heart.

"Then take advantage of this time to read the script carefully and listen to your agent."

"Brother Yan," Jiang Han wanted to say more, but didn't dare to ask more, so he obediently agreed: "...I see."

"Well, it's okay, I hung up."

After hanging up the phone, I found that Wen Luming was still looking at me.I didn't think there was anything at first, but when I met his gaze, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He looks so serious, it seems that I am very out of shape.

I picked up the bowl and drank the last bit of ginger soup, and heard Wen Luming casually ask: "Boyfriend?"

"No, it's just..." I got stuck on the words.Nurturing?friends with benefits?Neither sounded very good.

Wen Luming didn't seem to need my answer, so I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and changed the subject and asked, "Does Teacher Wen usually read Weibo?"

"Take a look once in a while when you're not busy," he said.

Then he seemed to have guessed what I meant, and said, "Is that you who was the hot topic a few days ago?"

My heart said that Lu Ming has good eyesight, and he can recognize me even with such a thick size.

But I pretended to be calm and useless, and admitted frankly: "It's me. But what they said is half true and half false."

After a pause, I said, "It's true to have a relationship. It's fake to be in love."

——In this way, Wen Luming must understand.

Sure enough, he hummed thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

"Will Mr. Wen go to school today?" I asked.

"Today is Saturday." Wen Luming replied flatly.

Now I have nothing to say.

After sitting without embarrassment for a while, Wen Luming suddenly said, "If you have no better plans for the time being, you can stay with me."

His serious expression didn't look like he was joking. I don't know how he saw that I had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Could it be that my despondency was already written on my face?

Thinking about it, I touched my face unconsciously, my skin was smooth and smooth, even if I was writing, there should be an expensive character written on it.

"Why?" I asked without thinking.

"Because of what happened before, I've always been sorry. And your current state makes me feel uneasy." Wen Luming said.

Where am I now?

Also, Heideng Xiahuo picked up a patient with a high fever in the cemetery, and no one can rest assured.

As for what happened before...

"Don't mention that. I don't care."

It's really not something worth remembering for me as a beta to be bitten by an alpha. If possible, I hope Wen Luming won't remember it either.

Unexpectedly, he said, "But I care."

I blurted out: "I'm not an omega."

"It has nothing to do with gender. I have to be responsible for my actions." Wen Luming's tone was not tough, but revealed an undeniable attitude, "I can't ignore my mistakes just because you don't care. "

He was so serious, but I couldn't help laughing.

No wonder I didn't like to play well with my studies since I was a child. Although Wen Luming is young and handsome, he is still a dead-headed old-fashioned pedant at heart.

After two days of depression, I relaxed. I folded my arms on the table, leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Teacher Wen, how are you going to be responsible?"

The four eyes met, and Wen Luming's eyes flickered.

"You've also seen the hot search, my private life is very messy." I leaned back on the chair and said deliberately, "Don't talk about taking a bite, sleeping is not a big deal here, so I really don't care."

"How messy?" Wen Luming asked.

I didn't know what to say, "What?"

He looked at me with deep eyes behind the lens, "Private life."

I didn't expect him to focus on this, so I was at a loss for words.

In terms of chaos, it’s really not that messy compared to the people I know who play too much. At most, I just change frequently, and the bedmates come and go quickly one by one.

But when Wen Luming asked this question, I could only say: "What a mess... 'Anyone can do it' is so messy."

Wen Luming pursed his lips and stopped talking.

I guess that in his simple and clean life, he has never had someone like me. As a teacher who teaches and educates people, he may secretly despise my depravity...

I was thinking wildly on my side, and heard Wen Luming say: "If it's some open relationship, I can understand."

I looked up at him, puzzled.

"Everyone has their own way of life," he added, "so I choose to stick to my principles, and I hope you understand too."

"Your principle is..." I thought about it for a while, and found that he was going back and forth, "You must be responsible?"

Wen Luming nodded in acquiescence.

I just feel that I have to be careful when talking to people with a complete logic and a clear mind.

"Success." He is responsible, and I have no reason to stop him from taking responsibility.

"Then please, Mr. Wen, help me for a few more days."