dhibooks Chapter 18
Chapter 18
take off!Clothes!Clothes!
In Wen Zheng's mind, the scene when he woke up this morning, he was half pillowed in Yi Chengyun's arms, stroking the man's abdominal muscles...
"Not available?"
Seeing that he didn't respond for a while, Yi Chengyun deliberately showed a hurt look, turned his back and said in a low voice:
"It's okay, I'll try to do it myself, and I'll just wear my shirt from now on."
"wait wait wait."
Although he faintly felt that Yi Chengyun's reaction after returning from the hospital was weird, Wen Zheng didn't want to give him the truth, so he grabbed his sleeve and said with difficulty:
"I come."
Hiding the upturned corners of his mouth, Yi Chengyun turned around silently, and said calmly on the surface:
"Please."
It's so weird.
Standing in front of him, Wen Zheng found that his hands were trembling a little, saying that anyone who suddenly wants to "undress" a long-time rival would have to bear this kind of inexplicable psychological pressure, right?
Especially when Yi Chengyun was staring at him with his head slightly lowered, those black eyes seemed to have magic power, Wen Zheng suddenly felt flames bursting up everywhere in his body, his face was probably too red to look at.
Forcing himself to look away, Wen Zheng tried to hypnotize himself: It's not that they haven't seen each other, I'm afraid!
Hurry up, don't let Yi Chengyun notice any wavering in him, or he will definitely be ridiculed.
Wen Zheng couldn't help cheering himself up in his heart, trying his best to ignore the scorching gaze from the other side, his fingertips finally touched the first button of Yi Chengyun's shirt.
The tie had already been undone by Yi Chengyun himself, and Wen Zheng could feel the patterns on the buttons with his fingertips, and when he thought about it carefully, this man always liked to button the top one of his shirts every time, and he was not afraid of suffocation.
Unbuttoning is very simple, but what distracted Wen Zheng was that he could feel the man's body temperature through the shirt, as well as the lingering feeling of being watched.
"call……"
The bedroom was very quiet, Wen Zheng couldn't help the sound of gasping for air, especially in the space where there were only two people.
After unbuttoning the third button, Wen Zheng's eyes no longer knew where to put them, and he shouted in his heart like a villain on a repeater:
Abs!Abs!Six-pack abs!
"what happened?"
Yi Chengyun pretended not to understand his strangeness, raised his flexible other hand, intentionally or unintentionally poked his red dimple, and asked casually:
"Are you hot?"
Where he touched, Wen Zheng felt like an electric shock, the itching and itching flowed all over his body.
It's not just hot, I'm about to explode, Wen Zheng yelled in his heart, what he said was:
"Can you stop moving?"
Using anger to cover up his embarrassment, Wen Zheng had never felt this kind of suffering. When his hand touched Yi Chengyun's belt, it felt as hot as if his whole body was being roasted on a fire.
Hey!
After pulling off the belt, Wen Zheng was stunned, and he had one thought:
No wonder he had trouble walking for several days after that night in the hotel, is that so? !
"If you don't mind, can I just sleep like this?"
Yi Chengyun intended to tease him, but he didn't expect him to focus all his eyes there, trying to change the topic:
"After all, it's troublesome to put on pajamas again, what do you think?"
The problem is not here!
Wen Zheng fell into doubts about his life, and didn't even bother to think about the hidden dangers brought about by agreeing to Yi Chengyun's proposal, so he waved his hand in a state of exhaustion:
It means you are happy!
Yi Chengyun couldn't understand what he was thinking, so he got into the bed calmly, seeing that he was still standing there, he asked puzzledly:
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Wen Zheng came back to his senses in a jerk, and subconsciously cursed: "I won't sleep in the future!"
Yi Chengyun:? ? ?
"nothing,"
Wen Zheng secretly tidied up the broken morals, and got into the bed weakly, only then did he realize something was wrong, like a kitten that exploded on the spot:
"Why aren't you wearing pajamas?!"
"Didn't I ask you just now?"
Raising one hand in front of his eyes, Yi Chengyun tried to get his attention back, and explained with a good temper:
"I said to sleep like this for convenience, you agree."
"Is it?"
Wen Zhenggang was so full of thoughts about the night at the hotel that he didn't have time to think about other things. He threw himself into the quilt, covered his head, and said in a muffled voice:
"That's it, sleep."
and many more!
Wen Zheng suddenly remembered a serious problem, threw off the quilt, sat up suddenly, and asked with horror on his face:
"By the way, you, you, take a bath?"
How embarrassing!How should I ask?Is it possible to say: Do you need me to help you take a bath?There seems to be something wrong with the lines!
"Don't you want to volunteer to help me take a bath?"
Although I don't mind, Yi Chengyun was amused in his heart, knowing that Wen Zheng's level of acceptance hadn't reached that level yet, he calmly replied:
"I appreciate the kindness. I think it should be fine to take a shower. If I have to help, I will speak up. However, I can't use one hand now. If you want to use force, I will help you out of self-preservation."
Wen Zheng:! ! !
"Go to sleep."
Reaching out to hold his hand, Yi Chengyun lay on his back, looking at the ceiling calmly, with a hoarse voice:
"I'm very glad that you are willing to be part of Yi's family. After all, apart from Grandpa, the rest of the people gathered around me because of Yi."
This is the second time Wen Zheng saw Yi Chengyun showing weakness.
While complaining in his heart, "How do you know I'm not?", he held the man's hand and said softly:
"Don't think too much about it."
When Wen Zheng woke up from his afternoon nap, the place beside him was already empty, and there was an elegant thermos cup on the bedside table, with a note next to it, which read in forceful handwriting: Ginseng Tea.
"You're up."
Hearing Wen Zheng's voice coming downstairs, Yi Chengyun, who was working in the living room, raised his head and waved to him:
"I have something for you."
Wen Zheng's heart moved, his eyes couldn't help but notice the reflection in front of him, he went straight to him and sat down, teasingly said:
"You're finally willing to admit it? That's why I said you're a big liar, right?"
Little Liar and Big Liar are the nicknames they gave each other when they were at the same table in high school.
"I didn't intend to lie to you at first."
Yi Chengyun picked up the mounted horse flower from the table, and gently rubbed his fingers along the glass surface with a low voice:
"Since it's so important to you, it's better to return it to its original owner."
The horse flower quilt in the frame has been carefully preserved for several years, and returned to the owner’s hands after being tossed and turned. There are still faint traces of being soaked in water on the lines. Fortunately, the writing on it is still clear:
Rider: Wen Zheng, Horse: Mantianxing, 20XX
Wen Zheng blurted out: "Thank you."
It turned out that directly expressing gratitude to Yi Chengyun was not as difficult as he imagined.
"You don't need to be so out of touch,"
After confirming that he was no longer angry about the concealed matter, Yi Chengyun heaved a sigh of relief and asked casually:
"Are you going to do physical training this afternoon?"
"Not today,"
Holding the picture frame with mounted horse flowers in his arms, Wen Zheng swept away the depression in the morning, and replied briskly:
"Later, I will have a video meeting with the people from the new music studio to discuss cooperation in the next Olympic qualifying competition."
When watching a dressage competition, sometimes the audience sighs: "This horse is too smart, how accurate the stepping point is."
In fact, the exact statement should be: "The melody is perfectly arranged, and it fits perfectly with the rhythm of the horse!"
Because during the race, the rider can only focus on the riding action, and it is impossible to have time to pay attention to the music, let alone let the horse step on the rhythm.
As for designing a suite that completely fits the rhythm of the horse's movements, it belongs to the category of the music studio and is one of the keys to winning the competition.
Studios that can do professional arrangement for equestrian competitions all need special qualifications, and the schedule is usually very full, and money may not necessarily be able to hire them.
Originally, Wen Zheng had always been cooperating with a Norwegian studio, but unfortunately, because the Wen family asked him to retire and cancel all equestrian activities, his schedule in the studio was also given to others.
This time, the studio was introduced by his former teammate. Wen Zheng knew that the time was tight, and he was prepared to lower the requirements a little bit in his heart. As long as the other party's professional level is passable, nothing else matters.
"Hello?"
Fifteen minutes had passed since the agreed video time, Wen Zheng sat in front of the computer, frowned at the pitch-black screen, and dialed the phone:
"Did I remember the wrong time? We seem to be videoing today."
"Ah, I know, hiccup~"
There was a retching sound from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of a man's broken gong from a hangover:
"I'll drink some beer to sober up, and I'll come later."
This voice seems to have been heard somewhere before, Wen Zheng was trying to recall, when the picture that had been silent for a long time suddenly shook:
A bearded, dirty face popped up in the middle of the screen.
Three seconds later, the two people at both ends of the computer exclaimed in unison:
"Wen Zheng?"
"Brother Ren!"
What kind of experience is it to meet a male god who is a primary school student many years later, only to find that the male god has completely reduced to a male psychopath?
Since the English name was written on the business card of the studio, Wen Zheng naturally did not expect that the brother he admired so much in elementary school and the youngest principal violinist of the National Youth String Orchestra at that time had turned into a greasy middle-aged uncle.
Years are a killer knife.
"Well, nice to see you again."
No wonder, Wen Zheng secretly mourned for his shattered teenage fantasies, politely squeezed out a smile:
"Knowing that Senior Brother Ren has specialized in music for many years, I am relieved."
"Of course!"
The man known as Senior Brother Ren accepted the compliment without hesitation, lit a cigarette with his smoked finger, and sprayed on the camera:
"I have a lot of experience and have won numerous awards, but this is not the best thing about me."
Turning a blind eye to Wen Zheng's increasingly ugly face, a weird smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to speak nonsense:
"The person who introduced you told me that you and your husband are not in harmony. I can help you."
What a disgusting thing!
The arranger and musician have to train with the equestrian riders in the arena, at least for a season and at least half a year. When Wen Zheng thought of working with such a person for a long time, his pores stood up instantly, and he yelled without hesitation:
"Get out of here! Laozi and my husband sing and sing every night, and they can't even climb up. I love him, he loves me, and we love each other so much that we can't wait to stick together! Where will you get a monster like you to talk nonsense!"
Angrily shutting down the computer, Wen Zheng pulled off the earphones irritably, opened the door violently and prepared to go out for a couple of laps, but his footsteps instantly stopped in place:
Yi Chengyun was standing outside the door, looking at him without words.