Dedicated to spoiling young masters

014

"Che Yan, are you okay?"

Fang Donglin said gently at the bathroom door, a long time passed.

"Che Yan..."

"Ah, it's done, it's done." Hearing the voice outside the door, Che Yan hurriedly crawled out of the water.

As soon as he got off the ground, his skin was shivering with a chill, and after turning around a few times, he couldn't find the pajamas. Too bad, he didn't bring them in. Stupid, Che Yan slapped himself across the face.

Fortunately, there is a bath towel in the bathroom. Wrap the bath towel around your waist, stand in front of the mirror, see yourself topless, and think of the well-dressed Fang Donglin standing outside, why do you feel a little uncomfortable.

"The food is getting cold." Fang Donglin reminded again.

"Oh..." Forget it, it's not that he didn't wrap a towel in front of him, Che Yan took a deep breath, pushed the door and went out.

Nima, why don't you stand at the door like this?

Fang Donglin stood in the middle of the door, probably worried about something, and the distance to the door was a bit close, so that when Che Yan opened the door, he almost ran into his arms. He was a head taller than Che Yan, and his chest covered by the knitted sweater was exactly in line with the door. Che Yan's face was flat.

It was a V-neck sweater, and Qingsu's collarbone could be vaguely seen, probably too close, and he could smell the elegant smell on his body, which would always make Che Yan feel nervous.

Fang Donglin smiled, his eyes were cold and gentle, looking from top to bottom, his breath hit Che Yan's face vaguely.

As if being scalded by something, Che Yan's face turned red all of a sudden.

A crime is definitely a crime. A man who grows up like this is a crime. I want to stay away from him...

Keeping telling himself in his heart, Che Yan walked towards the restaurant with his head down.

Fang Donglin went to the room and got him a long nightgown, and handed it to him: "Put it on, the temperature of the air conditioner is low."

"Thank you." Che Yan quickly took the nightgown and put it on, turning his attention to the dishes on the table.

Winter melon ribs soup, stir-fried water spinach, cold fungus, and shredded pork with bamboo shoots. Every meal is three dishes and one soup.

Served with exquisite tableware, it seems that these civilian dishes have been upgraded to several grades at once, but it must be admitted that he likes to eat them very much.

"To cool off in summer, drink more soup." Fang Donglin gave him a bowl of soup.

The soup is transparent, with a touch of emerald green on the winter melon. It is served with fresh chopped green onion. It is really beautiful in a white porcelain bowl, like a bowl of holy soup, and the faint aroma can also induce people's taste buds.

Take a sip carefully, the taste is as refreshing as its appearance.

While drinking the soup, he watched Fang Donglin eat carefully and elegantly. This person, like his cooking, looks peaceful but full of connotations. He should never have emotions. Thinking so, I followed It became quiet, and the sense of panic when I just came out of the bathroom was gone.

"Will you go out later?" Fang Donglin broke the calm.

"Ah...don't go out." Che Yan relaxed, shook his head and ate most of the plate of shredded pork with bamboo shoots.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Che Yan saw him smiling, with a tiny corner of his mouth, and he said, "Want to watch a movie?"

Huh! !What's the situation, didn't you ask me to go to that kind of dark movie theater...

Just as Che Yan calmed down, his heart began to fluctuate again. He said with a dry smile, "Have you bought a movie ticket? There haven't been any good movies recently."

"No, what you liked to watch before was at home." He pointed to the TV cabinet in the living room: "If you don't go out, just watch movies at home, lest you get bored."

"What about you?" Che Yan put down his chopsticks and asked.

Fang Donglin smiled lightly: "I'm in the study."

Oh, that's good, Che Yan heaved a sigh of relief, this way you do your thing, I play mine, and don't fuck each other, and I don't have to go out to hide, and I don't have to be despised by Wen Youle next door.

"Okay, I'll watch a movie later, maybe I can get back some memories." After Che Yan responded quickly, his appetite was particularly good, and he ate another bowl of rice.

He ate, and Fang Donglin brought food for him on the opposite side.

This craftsmanship is really impeccable. Che Yan even wondered if he was a chef, and he was a very willful cook, because Fang Donglin seldom went out regularly and did not follow the attendance sheet. Maybe he didn't have an attendance sheet. , so Che Yan often wonders if he has a job.

What about the movie...

They are all unnutritious things, am I so tasteless, Che Yan looked at the list of categories on the TV download menu in a daze.

The complete works of "One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes", the complete works of "Is there a God", "One Piece" and "Naruto" are all hot-blooded themes. What is this "My President is a Maid"...

I'm such an otaku! ! !

Che Yan's face was full of black lines, he looked back at the direction of the study, and thought of Wen Youle's words again, and felt that it was better to believe it, if he liked to read these before, maybe he could think of something.

It's One Piece, press the option, and Che Yan sits on the sofa to watch.

At first, he concentrated on watching a few episodes, and thought they were average, so he skipped and watched, as if he was on the battlefield. He must find the point of loving this anime, and he struggled until 12 o'clock in the evening. When he skipped to episode 170, he felt a little bit mean.

This night, from sitting to lying down, I rolled on the sofa in countless positions.

"Okay, it's time to go to bed." Fang Donglin took the remote control from him, and turned off the TV without any hesitation.

Che Yan jumped up: "Hey, I just saw the breaking point of the plot, show me two more episodes."

"It's a quarter past twelve." Fang Donglin's voice sounds soft and a bit cool, but when he looks at you seriously, this voice will give people a sense of control without shadow.

He also seemed to have just finished his work, took a shower and changed into his nightgown.

Only then did Che Yan realize that this was the first time he saw him wearing a nightgown. Did he always go to bed so late before?

He obviously used the same shower gel, but his body smelled different, his hair had just been washed, not completely dried, and a few drops of water slid on his cheeks, because he was watching TV, the living room only turned on the floor lamp, and the light The faint warm tone was imprinted loosely on his side face, making his eyes cold and bright, like a streamer.

"Hmph..." Che Yan kicked off his slippers angrily, as if losing his temper.

This is his usual temper, and this is the first time he has shown his true colors in so long, a certain sense of familiarity burns in his heart, Fang Donglin immediately showed a pampering expression, reached out to stroke Che Yan's head, and said softly: "Hey, tomorrow Look again."

This touch brought back Che Yan's vigilance. He suddenly pushed Fang Donglin away, looking flustered. The blanket that he kicked to the ground while watching TV just now was still wrapped around his leg. He was startled and lost all of a sudden. The center of gravity, the body dumped on the coffee table.

It's over, this fall must be disfigured, Che Yan closed his eyes, and his body shrank into a ball.

Fortunately, Fang Donglin reacted quickly. It should be said that he was used to things outside of Che Yan's situation. He put his hands on Che Yan's waist and pressed him to the sofa.

The wrestling accident was avoided, but Fang Donglin lost his center of gravity and pressed on Che Yan, with his cold lips unintentionally pressed against his forehead.

Che Yan's face was nestled in Fang Donglin's long neck, and the elegant smell penetrated into his nasal cavity so closely that he could even hear the regular heartbeat in the other's chest.

His lips were a little cold, a little soft, a little thin, and a little hot. At this moment, a feeling that was more touching than an electric current spread throughout his body, and Che Yan suddenly froze.

Help, why is my heart beating faster than his...

Soon Fang Donglin got up, looking clean and orderly even in his nightgown, mainly because he had no special expression on his face, and he helped Che Yan who was still stiff.

"Go and rest." He didn't intend to leave, as if he wanted to see Che Yan enter the room before he felt relieved.

Che Yan came back to his senses, his face was flushed, he couldn't see clearly in the dark light, he tried hard to clear the turmoil in his mind, but couldn't help but his heart was churning, you bastard, you just kissed me, and you pretended to be okay .

"Your body is not stable, it's too late today, please be obedient?" Fang Donglin coaxed patiently.

Well, I'm not your son, Che Yan frowned, and went back to the room angrily, closing the door a little too hard, thanks to the excellent workmanship, the sound of closing the door didn't sound dull.

On the bed, Che Yan felt as if he had suffered a stroke. The cat scratched and rolled over on the bed. What happened just now? Why was he so nervous?

It's a mental burden, it must be a mental burden, because I know they are married, I feel uncomfortable, it's a mental burden...

Early in the morning, Che Yan woke up staring at a pair of panda eyes, and drowsy after rinsing his mouth in the bathroom, getting toothpaste foam all over his collar.

During the meal, Fang Donglin wiped it carefully for him, and Che Yan was startled again. Don't be too ambiguous, please! ! !

But Fang Donglin took these things as an obligation to perform. The room was full of hormones, and even the One Piece who had just watched it was not interested. Finally, Che Yan couldn't take it anymore, and touched the business card Wen Youle gave him in his pocket.Suddenly thought of a good place.

dong dong dong...

Che Yan's knock on the door is the same as his frenzied heart at the moment.

"Who!" Wen Youle was indignant when he opened the door, because he had only slept for more than 5 hours.

"It's me." Seeing his unsightly expression, Che Yan added, "Is it inconvenient now?"

It was the young man at the opposite door, and Wen Youle's mood was cut in half, especially when he saw Che Yan's clear eyes, which were pure and comfortable, but there were dark circles under his eyes.

Based on this, he must have not slept well last night, why didn't he sleep well?There must be surprises...

Wen Youle's spirit has come, the power of gossip is really powerful.