Duan Changke didn't reply immediately.
The screen of the unanswered phone went dark, but Fang Lin didn't look up.
Should he be more obedient, only respond when the other party calls, and usually be obedient and not make a sound, it is best for the other party to forget him.
He waited for a while, seeing that the driver would soon be driving onto the main road, sighed inwardly, and was about to ask him to change his address when the phone finally rang without warning.
"Fang Lin."
Duan Changke's background is very quiet, and his voice is very deep.
Even though those thoughts just flashed through Fang Lin's mind for a short while, he was still a little nervous for no reason, he licked his lips: "En."
As expected, Duan Changke didn't ask anything, didn't care where he is now, didn't ask what he did just now, and didn't even care about the time when he called, just asked very briefly: "Do you want to come?"
Fang Lin just insisted on asking the question on WeChat just now: "Are you there?"
This question seemed to give me a step up. If Duan Changke didn't want to see him, he could just say that he wasn't there as a rejection.
That's good, and I won't look ugly.
"Yes," Duan Changke also understood Fang Lin's meaning, "Come if you want."
Fang Lin held the phone and nodded, even though the other party couldn't see it now, he still said seriously: "Okay."
He finally felt relieved, instead of asking the driver to change direction, he went straight to the apartment that Duan Changke took him to last time.
When Fang Lin walked to the door, he politely rang the doorbell.
The other party didn't even open the door to greet her in person, and a message popped up on Lin Lin's phone after a while.
"Come in, you know the password."
After receiving such a reply, he entered the password he had written down long ago, opened the door and walked in.
The owner of the house is still working in the study, and he didn't think about covering it up. The desk is full of things but not messy, and there are a bunch of items and regulations on the screen that Fang Lin can't understand.
Duan Changke put on a pair of glasses and was typing in front of the computer. When he heard him coming, he didn't look back: "Come in directly next time, no need to knock on the door."
"it is good."
Duan Changke pushed the coffee on hand towards Fang Lin: "If you don't drink this, go get something else yourself."
He didn't intend to treat Fang Lin as a guest, but just said casually: "You can go to the living room and find something to play with."
"No need." Fang Lin shook his head, took a sip, then calmed down, and continued to sit and wait.
There was a very faint cold aroma in the room, and the mellow smell left by roasted coffee. The curtains were not drawn, so Fang Lin could see the scenery outside.
He didn't smell smoke either.
He had seen Duan Changke smoking a few times, and thought he would be a bit addicted to cigarettes, but it turned out he wasn't.
It seems that nicotine is not very tempting to him, and neither is he.
Duan Changke was very focused when working, and Fang Lin felt that just looking at him like this would not make him feel bored. The glasses covered his eyes, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he didn't dare to get close to him, so he could only silently look behind him for a while, and then played with his phone for a while.
This feeling is quite strange.
It may be that Duan Changke's room is very quiet, or it may be that the temperature is too suitable. Fang Lin is watching the news while holding his mobile phone.
After the mobile phone slipped from his hand and made a loud "boom" on the floor, he woke up suddenly because of the loud noise—
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Duan Changke also heard the sound, and was looking at him silently.
Fang Lin was a little embarrassed, just as he was about to speak, Duan Changke spoke first.
"Go to bed first."
"I've prepared something for you to wash, and you can go to sleep next door after cleaning up." Duan Changke took off his glasses, looking as if he had just finished work, and walked towards Fang Lin.
Even if he is not treated as a guest, the relationship between the two is not close, Duan Changke is still reserved, polite and restrained, and gives reasonable suggestions.
It was as if he didn't know the meaning of Fang Lin's message just now.
"President Duan, I want to drink water." Fang Lin looked at him eagerly, his throat was a little dry, and he said not very politely.
Duan Changke stood in front of him for a while, had no objection to her envoy, said "wait", and went to get him something to drink.
After a while, a glass of milk was handed to him.
The other party also unilaterally chose a drink for him: "Drink this."
Fang Lin didn't pick it, didn't even pick it up, and took a sip from Duan Changke's hand: "It's cold."
The other party raised his eyebrows, as if he finally felt that Fang Lin was a little more casual today.
"The microwave is not on."
"I used to drink hot water when I was a child," Fang Lin stood up, "At first my mother made me hot, but after divorce they all left, and it was my grandma who made me hot."
There will also be some sugar.
Duan Changke didn't interrupt him, and listened to him quietly.
"At that time, the milk I ordered was still delivered door-to-door. I heated it in a milk pot. When the milk bubbled, I turned off the heat. After a while, I could pick up a piece of milk skin." Fang Lin said, thinking of something , "Suddenly I want to drink."
"Would you like a drink? I'll warm it up together."
Duan Changke said "whatever you want", and Fang Lin happily went to the kitchen with the milk in his arms.
The apartment is well-equipped, but at first glance, it doesn't look like a show, and Duan Changke probably doesn't know how to cook. Fang Lin fiddled with the kitchen by himself, took out a delicate milk pot, washed it carefully, poured the milk in it, turned on a low heat and heated it slowly.
He divided the warmed milk into two parts, poured out a cup first, thought for a moment whether Duan Changke would like milk skin, and then poured the remaining half with wrinkled milk skin into the cup he just drank .
"It's different from heating in a microwave, really." He confidently handed the clean and warm cup to Duan Changke, "My grandma said it."
It was probably very rare for Fang Lin to show this side, Duan Changke took it, and even drank half a glass in a face-saving manner.
He is tall, Fang Lin is sitting, when looking up at him, there will be a sense of oppressive temperament.
Duan Changke looked down at him: "You're in a good mood today?"
"Not bad," Fang Lin said truthfully, "That's why I came to see you."
I paid the hospital a fee, and my grandmother is in good condition.
He picked up his glass of milk, put his lips against the wall of the glass, sipped the milk skin bit by bit, and drank the rest in one go.
"Go to bed early." Duan Changke said in a low voice, wanting to step back a little.
But just as he took a step, he was pulled back by Fang Lin.
Because he drank too fast, when he put down the cup, there was still some milk froth on his upper lip. Fang Lin's eyes were big and energetic: "Wait a minute."
Duan Changke turned his head to look at him.
There is no emotion in his eyes, just like an examiner without emotion.
Fang Lin felt like a hopeless heretic who was stuck in a quagmire, but he continued to shamelessly say and do things that should be judged under such gaze.
When he spoke, there was still the smell of warm milk, but he was also straightforward: "Are you just here to take in a guest?"
Duan Changke turned her head when she heard the sound, stared at Fang Lin for a while, then stretched out her thumb to wipe off the milk froth on his lips.
"is it not OK."
Before Fang Lin could speak, he continued: "You don't have to do everything to please me."
"You really think I'm boring." Duan Changke said.
Fang Lin didn't evade this time: "But I don't think so in my heart."
"That's your problem." Duan Changke replied calmly.
"Fang Lin."
He knew that Duan Changke was not stupid, and it was impossible for him not to be aware of the meaning behind his initiative, so when he heard him call his name, his heart trembled.
"Your sense of security doesn't need to be based on our relationship."
Duan Changke's tone was not serious and blunt, it sounded rational as if he was explaining a certain work status.
It was very quiet all around, Duan Changke patiently waited for Fang Lin to think for a while this time.
"President Duan, milk."
Fang Lin stood behind him.
Duan Changke turned sideways, just about to say that she would drink later.
But suddenly there was a burst of warmth from the fingertips, wrapped in something.
The finger that wiped off the milk froth for Fang Lin just now was caught by the other party's unskilled mouth. The tip of the tongue was hot, but the mouth was cold.
Duan Changke was only surprised for a moment, but didn't take out her finger.
"But Mr. Duan's skills are good, not to mention that both sides have needs." Fang Lin rubbed his knuckles lightly with his fangs, "From this point of view, I am not reluctant at all, and I am not looking for any fake sense of security."
Even without Duan Changke poking deeply, Fang Lin himself had no intention of letting him go, and tried hard to swallow his fingers.
The pagan finally tore off the last layer of fig leaf, and under that kind of gaze, as if he had received tacit approval, he took off the holy cloak that was draped over the inspector.
He spit out Duan Changke's fingers, and squatted down under his silent gaze, before his suit pants.
"Will you push me away?"
These were the last words uttered by the heretics in a demonstration.
Duan Changke's study room has a large floor-to-ceiling window, through which the moon can easily shine in at night.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moonlight fell on the two of them.
From time to time, Fang Ji would look up at Duan Changke during his breaks. Sometimes there was complacency in asking for credit, and sometimes there was tentative flattery in his eyes.
But Duan Changke still didn't say a word.
If he hadn't really experienced how powerful he is, Fang Lin might really think that the other party has no interest in that aspect.
After all, Duan Changke's expression was cold when he just wrapped it. Even though he tried hard, the other party still showed no interest on his face, and his eyebrows did not frown. For a moment, he almost thought that Duan Changke would not be emotional.
But fortunately, the moon shines in.
He felt that Duan Changke's hand finally became a little hotter. He first pressed his hair, then slid down, and pressed the back of his neck moderately.
When the moonlight shone in, Fang Lin felt Duan Changke's palm turn sideways to caress his earlobe, and he and the moon were rubbed in his hands at the same time. For a moment, Fang Lin had no reason to think that he could be hugged by the other party.
I couldn't speak, I just looked up at him.
The aroma of the milk heated over a small fire was overwhelmed by another smell.
Duan Changke stretched out his hand while Fang Lin was still reacting, grabbed his forearm and tried to pick him up from the ground.
But after kneeling for too long, her knees were still soft all of a sudden, so Duan Changke wanted to use some force to pull him towards her body.
Inevitably, when Fang Lin was pulled by him like this, his whole body fell upside down.
But before his lips touched, Fang Lin reacted, retreated reflexively, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand indiscriminately, to prevent it from coming into contact with Duan Changke, and then spoke in a very indifferent and brisk tone talking.
"Don't touch it, it's not clean."
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