Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

As the only "lucky guy" who was targeted, Fu Yuhan had known for a long time that Wen Yu was not as friendly and gentle as he seemed, and even had a bad personality.

But Fu Yuhan thought it was only aimed at him.

Looking at the layout of this room, it seems that he is equally indifferent to everyone.

Fu Yuhan was in a trance when the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang a song. He frowned and turned off the ringer.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids: "Why don't you answer?"

"My mother." Fu Yuhan said softly.

Wen Yu looked at him for a while, without saying a word, and continued to eat with his head down.

Not long after, Fu Yuhan's cell phone rang again, and he turned off the ringer like before, but unexpectedly, Wen Yu stood up suddenly, took his cell phone away before Fu Yuhan could react, and pressed the power button twice , one short and one long.

"Now your phone is out of battery." Wen Yu said and put the phone back.

Fu Yuhan: "..."

If it was normal, Wen Yu might take the opportunity to ask about his family affairs, or watch him fight against the serial calls. It is absolutely impossible for such an option...almost to "take care of".

So you really drank too much, right?

"Look at me." Wen Yu said lightly, "Hang up your parents' phone if you want, it's not important."

"..." Fu Yuhan was a little annoyed, "Do you think I'm you? My mother is very annoying. I can't answer a call for half an hour. If I turn off the phone tonight, my ears will get calluses next month."

He heard a little implication from Wen Yu's words, and he also talked about him. It seems that Wen Yu himself has a lot of stories.

"Then drive it yourself." Wen Yu said.

"Forget it." Fu Yuhan sneered, "You have helped me do something I dare not do, thank you."

Wen Yu chuckled: "It turns out that there are still things you dare not do. I thought there was only..."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yu shook his head and raised his chin, "Go take a shower first, there are new toothbrushes and towels in the closet, take them yourself."

"Oh." Fu Yuhan stood up.

He took a bath and washed for 20 minutes. When he came out, he saw that Wen Yu had finished his meal and cleared away all the dishes and chopsticks. The tabletop was as clean as new. Everything from T-shirts to disposable underwear.

This person was really full of details in taking care of others, Fu Yuhan suddenly felt flattered.

It's so weird, he might as well hate him.

"Have you finished washing?" At this moment, Wen Yu came out of the room with the open door holding a pile of clothes.

"Ah."

"Then I'll go wash, you go to bed early."

"Wait," Fu Yuhan didn't understand, "Where do you want me to sleep?"

Wen Yu turned around with a puzzled expression on his face: "Sofa bed, haven't you seen it?"

"You have two rooms, let me sleep in the living room?"

"But I only have one bedroom." Wen Yu smiled, "Or do you want to sleep with me?"

Fu Yuhan opened his mouth, but was too shocked to speak.But there is no need for him to speak, Wen Yu quickly answered: "I am not happy if you are happy."

"...Who the hell is willing." Fu Yuhan pushed back.

Wen Yu quickly got into the bathroom and closed the door.Hearing the sound of water, Fu Yuhan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't it, it still feels more normal when we are fighting each other with Wen Yu.

He opened the sofa to look like a bed, and prepared to spread the quilt, but unexpectedly, when the bulging quilt was opened, a doll rolled out of it.

That... Wen Yu caught him and tried to stuff it into him but failed, and then he didn't know where to go.

He still kept it and tried to stuff it to him.

are you crazy.

Fu Yuhan cursed at the closed bathroom door, then sat on the sofa and sulked.

After giving birth for 5 minutes, I remembered that I still had unfinished test papers, so I went to the table.

Although the doll itself is quite cute.

But that was the proof of Fu Yuhan's defeat in a battle. He didn't even want to look at it if he was defeated.

Wen Yu couldn't hear these slander, he might be really drunk, came out of the bathroom and only said hello to Fu Yuhan, then went back to the bedroom and closed the door, so that Fu Yuhan couldn't use his mobile phone to search for any questions, and had no place to ask them.

He hasn't done his homework honestly for a long time, because there are too many things he doesn't understand and it's painful to do, so he doesn't want to do it, but homework is something that the more he doesn't do it, the less he can do it. He has been stuck in this endless loop for a long time , It is also difficult to find a breakthrough now.

Originally, I thought I could watch Xueba's... Forget it.

It is better to ask yourself than anyone else.

Fu Yuhan didn't go to bed until two o'clock in the morning, and managed to finish an English paper and half a math paper. He thought that he would not be able to fall asleep because of the change of environment, but he fell asleep quickly because of exhaustion.

However, early the next morning, he was woken up by some strange noise.

"vomit……"

Fu Yuhan opened his eyes and saw that the sky had just turned white. He grabbed the phone in a daze, and stared at the screen that didn't light up no matter how hard he pressed it, he was stunned for a while before he realized where he was.

He looked up, and the clock on the wall showed that it was 5:20.

The sound came from the toilet.

"Wen Yu?" Fu Yuhan walked over with his slippers on, sleepily identifying the source of the strange sound.

Wen Yu's back was facing the toilet door, his head was lowered, and one hand was propped on the wall, vomiting like he wanted to spit out his internal organs.

It looked painful.

"Are you okay?" Fu Yuhan asked.

Wen Yu ignored him, maybe because he didn't have the energy to talk.

"Since you can throw up, why did you drink so much last night?" Fu Yuhan was a little speechless, "I thought only Chu Lei would do that."

"vomit……"

"Do you have anti-alcohol medicine at home?" Fu Yuhan frowned.

"There's... fart... vomit..." Wen Yu vomited up yesterday's dinner, and now all he vomited was acidic water. His voice was hoarse, "No one knew that I could drink."

Fu Yuhan was taken aback.

The amount of information in the sentence and the tone of the wretched hangover struck him somehow.

"Forget it, for the sake of taking me in." Fu Yuhan sighed, "I will borrow your kitchen for use."

Wen Yu's family has everything, but the master himself is not very popular.Fu Yuhan went into the kitchen to find a clean pot, dug out a can of mung beans from the glass closet and started cooking soup.

When he was a child, his father always went out to socialize, but he couldn't drink enough, and every time he went home, he was extremely painful.At that time, Fu Yuhan was six years old. He wanted to do something for his father, so he searched the Internet for folk remedies to hangover, and learned to cook mung bean soup.

This thing is easy to make, and drinking two more bowls will help alcohol metabolism.

Fu Yuhan put the pot on the fire, poured another glass of water and took it to the toilet for Wen Yu to rinse his mouth.After working back and forth a few times, Wen Yu finally emptied his stomach, and stood up straight while leaning on the wall: "... I can't tell, you are quite skilled in taking care of people."

"My mother has to take care of my younger sister, so I can only take care of myself." Fu Yuhan crossed his arms and put him on the sofa, and went into the kitchen to serve the soup by himself, "Wait here."

The freshly cooked mung beans were actually a bit hard. Fu Yuhan didn't put anything in it, so it didn't taste very good. Wen Yu frowned as soon as he took a sip, and tried to put down the bowl: "Okay, I've finished drinking it."

"Finish." Fu Yuhan stood in front of him, "Do you think you have a choice? Do you know that you are a sick patient now?"

"...Is your waist better?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt now." Fu Yuhan said, "It's useless to change the topic, drink it."

"..."

Wen Yu gulped down the soup with a heroic look on his face.

But eating a bowl of hot soup really made his stomach feel better. Watching Fu Yuhan go into the kitchen to tidy up the materials and kitchen utensils, his mood suddenly became a little complicated.

Fu Yuhan's movements were agile and skilled, it was not his first day at work.

This was a side of Fu Yuhan that he had never seen before.

Fu Yuhan mixed some sugar into the remaining mung bean soup, poured it into a large bowl, and then cleaned the pot and put it away.After finishing, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he even washed the bowl Wen Yu left in the sink last night together.

The sky outside gradually brightened, Fu Yuhan turned around and found that Wen Yu had walked to the kitchen door at some point and was looking at him.

"I need your help," he said suddenly.

Fu Yuhan: "?"

"Forget about what happened last night and this morning." Wen Yu said, "Just treat it as if I owe you a favor."

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows: "It's true that no one knows that you can drink?"

"Ah."

"But..." Fu Yuhan asked back, "Why should I let go of this opportunity to discredit you in front of Yang Fan?"

Wen Yu stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "You won't."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"If you would take advantage of other people's dangers and do some tricks behind your back," Wen Yu said with a smile, "you would have caught up with Yang Fan a long time ago, so it's my turn to intervene."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

These words really... hit the nail on the head.

There is a voice hidden in the dark in my heart, which has bewitched him countless times: Let's do it, so what if you bend Yang Fan, maybe he is a deep cabinet in the first place.

But if Fu Yuhan's sense of morality was a little low, he might have done something irreversible long ago.

"You are really..." Fu Yuhan sneered, "Every time my perception of you improves, you always tell me with your actions that you are really annoying."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wen Yu answered it graciously, and then changed the subject, "I owe you once."

"What's the use of your favor?"

"You will need it." Wen Yu said.

Fu Yuhan was noncommittal.

Fu Yuhan couldn't fall back to sleep after being tormented by Wen Yu. He usually got up early, and besides, he had to open the door of the classroom, so he simply went to wash up and prepare to go out.

Wen Yu was forced to break his record of being the first to arrive at school, and his head grew big.

"I should have known that I shouldn't have taken you back last night..." He muttered as he opened his schoolbag, "I'm really looking for trouble for myself."

"Who made you refuse to let me go to my Yang Fan's house yesterday." Fu Yuhan paused, and then saw the other person's movements clearly, "Did you finish your homework?"

"Well," Wen Yu replied while writing, "These few pictures are too simple to make, so I might as well write them this morning."

He wrote his homework very fast, as if he had almost no time to think. The moment his eyes caught the question, the answer was already written on the paper, which shocked Fu Yuhan a little.

The main reason is that when he had the best grades, he did not do his homework so quickly.

"What kind of ruthless question-making machine are you?" Fu Yuhan felt more and more unable to understand him.