Probably because he was too tired, Fang Lin really fell asleep in the car, and when he woke up, he was carried home by Duan Changke whether it was in his arms or on his back or dragged on the floor.
What's even more amazing is that there is actually a cake on the table that is exactly the same as what he dictated.
When he saw it, he thought he hadn't woken up, squinted his eyes and looked up at Duan Changke, said "Let's make breakfast tomorrow" and then fell back to sleep.
But this time, Duan Changke didn't indulge him, grabbed him and threw him into the bathroom: "Hurry up and wash it, if you don't clean it, you'll sleep in the guest room today."
Fang Lin was still in a half-dream and half-awake state, groggy, hugging his leg and pretending: "I don't want it! I want to sleep! Why didn't you say anything when you were so cruel!"
Duan Changke ignored his accusation, went to the bathroom to put hot water, and then returned, walked to Fang Lin who had started to doze off again, raised his eyebrows, pinched his face and reminded him: "Did you forget?" What did you say before you told yourself?"
He chose to close his eyes and continue to shake his head without any image, refusing to recall.
Duan Changke reluctantly carried him to the bathroom and threw him into the bathroom. Although she was also responsible, she still touched his chest and stripped his clothes: "I'm sorry, ancestor, I won't let you have a baby next time, can I wash it for you?" ?”
"Life, life, life!" Fang Lin suddenly realized that something was wrong. He just got up from the bathtub and wanted to line up with Duan Changke, but because he got up too violently, a strange sense of flow made him blush, "I ... I wash it myself!"
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he really spoke first.
But can what a man says on the spur of the moment count
Fang Lin turned his head away, fearing that Duan Changke would help out, he said nothing to let him continue.
The other party looked at him with great interest for a while, and seemed to find it very interesting, so he didn't continue to force him: "Okay, then you can do it yourself. I will wait for you in the bedroom."
Duan Changke also took a shower, changed her clothes and lay on the bed for a long time.
He used to always feel that time was precious, and he raced against the clock in everything he did, but now he finds it a pleasure to waste time properly.
Especially fun is moving awkwardly to his side at the moment.
Duan Changke looked up at him: "Don't you want to eat the cake?"
"Eat it tomorrow morning, put it in the refrigerator." Fang Lin slowly rolled onto the bed, "Although it's not as strict as before, it's still a bit too much to eat late at night."
Duan Changke then patted his half-dried head: "Oh."
Fang Lin dimmed the lights, and complained in a low voice that he made it too full before and took a long time to clean it himself.
After complaining, he leaned over again, his body was warm, and it was just right to hug him now.
So Duan Changke stuffed him under the quilt and kissed his forehead: "Then go to sleep, wife."
Fang Lin thought he had heard it wrong, and it took a few seconds before he came back from his daze: "I...you...what did you call me just now?"
"I'm going to meet my parents, get used to it in advance," Duan Changke said naturally, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Fang Lin was glad that the night light was dim, but he could still hear undisguised joy in his voice, "It's good, it's good."
"After all, didn't you call me just now?"
"Ah? No, I..." Fang Lin got stuck in the middle of his sentence and didn't finish.
He's not ashamed to talk about sex, so he says what comes to mind, although of course the current relationship between the two can be called that, but...
But I don't deny that what he said at the time was meant to add to the fun, and it can basically be classified as impulsive and whim.
"Why, you don't admit it?" Duan Changke's faint voice floated over.
"no no."
"Then call again."
Fang Lin hissed, as if he was embarrassed, and simply buried his whole body under the quilt.
Duan Changke felt a subtle depression at this moment.
He suddenly had a feeling that Fang Lin was a scumbag, and he couldn't remember what he said on the bed when he put on his pants, but he was like a little daughter-in-law who wanted him to repeat it again.
This is not right.
Just as he was frowning and reflecting deeply on himself, Fang Lin suddenly turned over sweetly, only his bare shoulders were exposed under the quilt, and he called him with a wink, "Husband."
"..."
Duan Changke leaned over and kissed Fang Lin's straight nose and lips in the moonlight outside the window.
"Hmm." He responded.
Very well, he was made happy by one sentence again.
This is too out of character.
But if it's not right, it's not right.
He decided to forgive the frank little villain.
Probably because he was really happy or really tired. This night, Fang Lin slept very well. He didn't have a single dream. After he woke up with full sleep and opened his eyes, he was full of energy. He happened to smell the aroma of coffee, and turned his head to look at Duan Changke. Already started working.
He slept very comfortably, but it didn't prevent him from lying on the bed for a few more minutes before getting up, turned over and got out of bed, picked up Duan Changke's pajamas and put them on, and tiptoed over to bother him.
His arm slid onto Duan Changke's shoulder, and he pressed half of his body weight over it, successfully getting the other side to pat his palm.
Fang Lin glanced at the screen: "Oh."
It turns out that Hai Lin has not been peaceful these two days. Apart from his own business, a well-known singer-songwriter under his banner was photographed dating his former assistant, and he is currently sending several versions of the public relations copy to him for review.
He didn't care too much about the final result, but when he opened Weibo to join in the fun, he saw that Duan Changke's name was also mentioned below.
"Mr. Duan has a bad start to the year. The trending search has been on the list since last night, but there are still two different people."
"I decided to bring him a stick when I went to burn incense this year."
"Okay, okay, why do you still burn incense for my husband? Husband, look at me!"
"But what happened last night and what happened today are not of the same nature. I don't think Fang Lin's has anything to do with it? Black history doesn't even count, it's just personal experience, not to mention that I don't mind it, what else do you have to say?"
"Fang Lin was absent because of the death of a relative, right? What happened to my friend's shop, woohoo, love Xiaofang."
"However, he is honest and straightforward without going through Hailin's public relations. At present, he has a good impression on him. I hope he won't be selling people again. I'm tired of watching."
"It should not be at the moment. After analyzing it, if it is a team draft, it will definitely not be like that."
"The unpopular cp came here uninvited! Let's read the story of our big boss x little star!"
"But am I the only one who thinks Mr. Duan's recent appearances are a bit high? I didn't say that his name couldn't appear in the hot searches before, and even the marketing account didn't carry his name, and no one dared to write nonsense."
"Fuck, it seems to be true when you say it."
"Now it seems that the marketing account dares to write, and I don't mind people mentioning him often. The key is that he himself is even willing to accept an exclusive interview!! What is this!! This is a qualitative leap!!"
"Hiss—wait."
"I didn't mention anything upstairs, and I don't mind taking drugs and pulling the CP of him and his artists!"
"It seems that he and Fang Lin are the only ones currently pulling. After all, there is a story. Which star under his banner has you seen such treatment? The boss personally parachuted into the scene?"
"Fuck."
"Fuck!"
"Damn!!!"
"After the above analysis, I actually think it makes sense..."
"Did we really understand something?!"
"Hi everyone, welcome to join this CP super talk. Although CP is cold, they are all masters. We don't have a huge granary, but every grain we produce is high-quality goods!"
"Is the cold CP spring coming!!"
"Hallelujah!!!"
Fang Lin was very happy to see it. He clicked into Chaohua and accepted the two pictures with great satisfaction. He poked Duan Changke and said, "Husband, they call you husband."
After a while, I didn't have enough fun: "Say something, my husband!"
Duan Changke took a sip of coffee and looked at him: "Again?"
"No." Fang Lin squeezed his shoulders, "It's just admiring the granary of CP fans."
He thought for a while but couldn't hold back, and said again; "But are you really like what they said, and you really turned a blind eye to those remarks because of me?"
"What do you think?" Duan Changke asked him back.
"But you haven't told me what you asked in the last interview." Fang Lin asked.
"It will come out in a few days, and they are all similar to the current problems." Duan Changke glanced at the interface that Fang Lin was brushing.
"Elite people can't see this kind of thing."
He originally thought that Duan Changke didn't understand this kind of thing, but the other party took the phone from him with great interest, and opened the fanart in the essence post with great interest.
It’s one thing to watch it by yourself or use it to make fun of Duan Changke, but it’s another thing for the two of them to watch this strange thing together now. Fang Lin tried to get the phone over, but was dodged by the other party, and had to give up when he found that he couldn’t grab it. .
After reading two articles, Duan Changke asked sincerely before finishing the article: "Why did your fans give you this persona?"
Fang Lin said angrily: "How do I know?!"
Neither of these two articles can be called Qingshuiwen, but they are not that heavy-handed. The overall description is quite fresh, that is...
Fang Lin is always described as a pure and harmless little white flower who doesn't know anything and knows everything and needs to be taught and guided.
Even the two articles almost hit the bridge, that is, such as Duan Changke's persuasiveness and temptation, and Fang Lin's like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.
The point is that the first article can still read the words and sentences, at least it can not be too dramatic when substituting the character design, the second article...
"No, I can't stand it." Fang Lin turned his head, "Why do you write me like a mentally handicapped person?"
The key to the second article is that there are people who popularized science, saying that the landlord has a problem with your description, and you are mentally retarded and breaking the law.
"Because the little star was deceived by me regardless of world affairs." Duan Changke concluded.
Both of them knew how this relationship started in the first place. If Fang Lin hadn't taken the initiative, maybe it wouldn't be what it is now, so he locked his phone with red ears: "I'm going to eat!"
"Okay, I was just asking casually just now." Duan Changke returned the phone to him with satisfaction, "Take a rest after eating, let's go there in the afternoon."
Fang Lindeng became nervous immediately: "Afternoon?!"
"Didn't you agree to meet them with me? They've heard about it a long time ago, and they've all been waiting, so let's just do it today."
In Fang Lin's imagination, Duan Changke was the only child of the family at any rate, no matter what he expected, there would be a drama about coming out of the closet. Although he would not avoid it, he was still a little worried. He didn't expect that the other party had already said it in advance, listen to him The tone seemed to be very peaceful.
He was a little uncomfortable and a little happy.
These two emotions made him a little bit flustered, and he was still humming when he went to get the cake from the refrigerator.
Duan Changke ate it first, and knew that the other party was not very interested in sweets, so Fang Lin didn't call him, but found a porcelain plate, knife and fork, and took them out with a sense of ritual.
It is indeed a very ordinary cream cake, and the patterns on it are not very novel. The cream and fruit are stacked in circles, giving off a sweet aroma.
Duan Changke also came over, seeing that Fang Lin was not moving, he patted him: "Why are you in a daze?"
"No, it's just... a little emotional. She used to buy cakes for me, but later she didn't remember, so I bought them myself."
Later, because of the relationship between work and the other party's illness, he put it on hold for a long time, and sometimes he almost couldn't remember it.
Unexpectedly, someone else bought it for him now.
He carefully cut a piece and kept the prettiest little flower on the cake.
Duan Changke didn't make fun of his sense of ceremony, but pulled out a chair to sit with him and asked, "Don't you want to make a wish?"
"Next time." Fang Lin said solemnly, "It's enough to eat this time."
He stretched out his fingers to spread a small piece of cream on the cake, and tapped it on Duan Changke's lower lip: "I know you probably aren't interested, but if you dip a little with me, you've eaten it."
He forked a large piece himself, and ate the dessert as the main course without caring about the image. He was happier than when he ate last night: "It's not bad."
Sensing his mood, Duan Changke licked his lower lip with his tongue, and rolled that bit of cream into his mouth: "Yes."
"Cut me a piece too," he said.