He Yuheng's hands trembled slightly, he lowered his head and looked at the man lying in front of him, his mood was suddenly in a mess, he wanted to ask something, but he seemed unable to speak.
He Wenchu spoke again to free him from his bewilderment: "Okay, let's go out to eat, ah..."
He suddenly sighed: "I can't get up, please Aheng pull me up."
He Yuheng grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the chair. He Wenchu suddenly put his foot down and rushed towards him. He Yuheng was caught off guard, but because the chassis was very stable, he still stood where he was, but leaned back With a little upper body, He Wenchu's face was almost pressed against his, and he stared at him unblinkingly with his dark eyes.
He Yuheng held his breath subconsciously, and swallowed uneasily.
He Wenchu smiled again, and distanced himself from him: "It was too violent, didn't it scare you?"
He Yuheng shook his head.
The two went downstairs from the private elevator and went to eat at a nearby restaurant. The food here was a bit weird to He Yuheng, but most of it was delicious. He had never eaten such delicious food, even if The noble thirteenth prince who followed Fang Tianhua had never eaten such delicious food.
He restrainedly put the boiled meat slices in the bowl, rolled up the rice and put them in his mouth together. The overly delicious food made his mouth water. He lowered his head and took two more mouthfuls of rice. The rice here is also delicious. Each bowl exudes a heart-pounding aroma, and it seems that I can't get enough of it.
If he hadn't met Ah Chu, he might never have eaten such delicate rice and such delicious dishes in his life.
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"Eat more." He Wenchu gave him some meat, and said, "It's just the two of us, you have to eat fast, otherwise these will be thrown away."
He Yuheng swallowed the meal and emphasized in disbelief: "Dump it?"
"Yes, look at the aunt who cleaned the table. She has a slop bucket. If we can't finish eating, no matter how much is left, we will throw it away."
Such a waste.
He Yuheng began to bury his head in eating hard. He said it was hard eating, but he also ate it very reservedly. Perhaps it was because of his personality and experience that he couldn't gobble it up.
After taking two bites, He Wen began to watch him eat: "Don't worry, we still have a long time, and there are still many, many delicious foods in the future, you can enjoy them slowly."
"Yeah." He Yuheng nodded. He didn't eat or sleep. He was very similar to Fang Tianzhuo in that he seldom talked when eating. What does it feel like when listening to his BB while eating? Do you want to shoot him to death
He wanted to laugh again.
He Yuheng went to and from work with him every day, because he really had nothing to do, so He Wenchu bought him some books to read, but he was not very sure about many words, and every time He Wenchu was busy, he circled them first , wait for the other party to finish their work before asking.
The weather at this time was hot and cold, and it was still very cool when entering the room from the outside in the sun. He Yuheng developed a strong curiosity about the company's system. Taking advantage of He Wenchu's meeting, he searched around the house. Then he found that there was wind coming from the mesh on the top of his head, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to test it. The wind seemed to be cyclical, sometimes not.
Walking out of He Wenchu's office, there was that thing above his head every other distance, and he began to realize that this thing was amazing.
"Mr. He." A voice came from behind him, and he immediately turned around, put his arms around the long-legged secretary and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"
He Yuheng subconsciously turned his face away, and pointed to the top of his head: "This, what is it?"
"ceiling?"
"No, it will blow."
"Oh, ground source heat pump." The secretary couldn't help laughing. He always felt that this gentleman seemed to have traveled from ancient times. Mr. He never said who he was. In private, everyone was guessing that he was Mr. He who had been lost for many years. The twin brothers were probably sold into the mountains since they were young. The secretary girl was very considerate: "Have you never seen this? Mr. He should have an air conditioner at home, and there is also a remote control that can adjust the indoor temperature, which is essentially similar to this. "
He Yuheng suddenly realized something: "Can it be lowered?"
"Of course." The secretary girl nodded vigorously, and said, "But generally the lowest is 16 degrees. Under normal circumstances, 26 degrees in summer is just right."
"What kind of remote control?"
He Wenchu found his family's Ah Heng a little strange, and when the two returned home at night, he went straight into the bedroom. He Wenchu was packing up the fresh vegetables that were delivered, feeling puzzled.
He Yuheng rummaged around in the bedroom, and found something similar to the picture that the secretary girl showed him on He Wenchu's bedside. He picked it up and pressed it intuitively.
After a while, he closed the door and walked out, feeling the temperature difference outside the bedroom.
He Wenchu found that Ah Heng looked at him strangely, even though he was helping himself as always, when he returned to the bedroom after eating, He Wenchu glanced at the remote control of the air conditioner that had been moved, and suddenly understood.
He Yuheng was quietly washing the dishes, and under the sound of the water, his fingers were quite beautiful. He Wenchu walked over slowly and said, "You are very hot today?"
He Yuheng frowned, "No."
"Then why did you turn the air conditioner in the bedroom so low?"
He actually took the initiative to ask himself, He Yuheng turned to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "Why do you turn the temperature down so low every night?"
"What do you think?"
"I..." He Yuheng stared at him for a while, then looked away, and said in a low voice, "I don't know."
He Wenchu approached him with a smile, "I really don't know?"
He Yuheng subconsciously moved to one side, quickly washed the dishes and put them on the dish rack, walked around him and wiped his hands with a towel: "Let's go out."
He walked towards the door to change his shoes. He Wenchu followed slowly. After He Yuheng changed, he had to stand at the door and wait for him. The latter didn't make him wait too long. The two walked into the elevator as usual. In a mess, his face was slightly gloomy.
He Wenchu was as gentle as ever: "I am seven years older than Dazheng, and now I am thirty-one years old."
He Yuheng said honestly, "It's huge."
"You think it's too big?" He Wenchu's face twitched for a moment, showing a complicated expression: "It's hard to find someone like me, I don't like the older ones, and the young ones are too immature , do you know how tired I am of coaxing kites since I was a child? I don’t want to coax women in my life."
He Yuheng said: "Are you... the same as Your Majesty?"
"No, of course I'm different from him." He Wenchu hated comparing himself with others, he said, "I don't like brats like Dazheng, I like mature men like me."
man…
He was so righteous, but He Yuheng didn't know how to take it.
Fortunately, the elevator opened quickly, and he walked out immediately. He Wenchu followed him calmly, and said, "Aheng, you really don't understand why I asked you to sleep with me." Bed, why, deliberately lower the temperature, why, get up early every day to cook for you, why, let you stay by my side all the time?"
He Yuheng stopped at a loss, turned his head to look over, and asked, "Why?"
"Of course it's because..." He Wenchu looked at him unblinkingly. He Yuheng's heart beat faster. Before he could say a word, he seemed to have an idea in his mind. This idea made him feel extremely ashamed. Teng Di blushed all of a sudden, he turned his face away, and heard the other party's voice with a smile of course: "Because you are Ah Heng."
He Yuheng's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the heat on his face receded a little bit. He frowned and said nothing. Just as he felt his breathing was steady, He Wenchu's figure suddenly came up: "Aheng, you really don't know. For me, how special is it?"
He Yuheng was stiff all over.
He knows that he is special, Ah Chu has said this more than once, but now, he finds that what he said is special is somewhat different from what he understands.
He wants to ask, how special is it? What kind of special
But his ears were already on fire, and he couldn't speak a word.
He Yuheng didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He was bored for a while, and suddenly he jumped up. Before He Wenchu had time to react, he saw his toes stepped on the flowers on one side, and jumped to the other side , people disappeared.
He Wenchu: "..."
He turned around in a circle, and then went around to the back of the flower bed, but he still couldn't find the figure of the other party.
Which old bastard invented this damn light work.
He Wenchu leaned on the tree, took out a cigarette and lit it, while smoking and thinking. After a while, he took out his mobile phone and called He Yuheng. He took off his cigarette, spit out a puff of smoke, and blamed: "Did I tell you that you can't use light work casually here, do you want us to be on the headlines tomorrow and be surrounded by crowds?"
"… Feel sorry."
He Wenchu lowered his voice: "Where did you go?"
There was no sound inside for a long time, He Wenchu waited patiently for a while, and heard him say, "Behind you."
He Wenchu put away the phone, turned his face, and saw that the other party was sitting quietly on the bench behind the tree, he glanced at He Wenchu, lowered his eyelashes quickly, and squeezed the phone tightly with his fingers.
He Wenchu walked up to him and suddenly smiled. He took a puff of cigarette and called him, "Ah Heng."
As soon as He Yuheng raised his head, he was sprayed with smoke all over his face. He coughed violently and stared at him with slightly rounded eyes, "You..."
"Angry?"
"… No."
"This is punishment." He Wenchu said seriously, "You can't use lightness kung fu in front of me casually in the future, you know I can't catch up with you."
"Understood." He Yuheng felt uncomfortable being looked down upon by him, so he simply stood up, "What is this?"
"Cigarettes." He Wenchu did not forget to hint: "When I am in a bad mood, I will smoke a few."
He Yuheng immediately realized that he was the one who made him feel bad, and he apologized again: "It won't happen in the future."
He Wenchu didn't speak.
He Yuheng looked like a criminal waiting for trial, or like a brat waiting for his parents to forgive him, feeling uneasy. Finally, He Wenchu raised his hand and smashed the cigarette butt on the trash can on one side, exhaled the last puff of smoke ring, and then said, "I'm not angry with Ah Heng."
He Yuheng looked at him.
"I'm just very worried. I'm afraid you will be regarded as a different kind, and you will be on the headlines, surrounded by crowds... Then, this matter will be known to more people, and Fang Tianzhuo will be exposed. Then, someone will conduct an in-depth investigation and find that Dazheng's family There is a mirror that can travel through the past and the present, maybe the people here will be fine, but it will definitely anger Fang Tianzhuo, if he gets angry, he will die."
He Yuheng deeply realized how big a mistake he had made, and his tone was even lower: "It won't happen in the future."
He Wenchu came back and said with relief, "I'm just making an assumption, the matter is not that serious."
"Um."
He Wenchu stretched out his hand: "Give me your hand."
He Yuheng: "?"
He hesitated to hand over his hand, but He Wenchu suddenly grabbed it, and He Yuheng was caught off guard, and was dragged towards him.
He showed He Yuheng's familiar smile again, with a bit of indecency: "That's right, if you want to fly in the future, just fly into my arms."
He Yuheng's face turned red, he stared at He Wenchu all of a sudden, and became angry from embarrassment: "What the hell do you mean?"
He Wenchu's nose almost collided with him, and sighed: "I've made it so obvious, you still don't understand?"
"..." He Yuheng felt a suffocation in his heart, very uncomfortable: "I don't understand."
He Wenchu's smile froze suddenly, and slowly restrained himself, he tentatively asked, "You hate me?"
"No!"
He Wenchu's smile faded slowly but came back quickly, he laughed lowly, his lips parted close at hand: "That means I like it."
He Yuheng's whole body burned up, and he seemed to have been lowered instantly, and a frightening message popped out of his mind:
I actually like Ah Chu.
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