In the morning, Jiang Shaoyan woke up in Wang Zhe's warm embrace. The bed was obviously big, but the two of them were next to each other as if they were in the dormitory. Jiang Shaoyan felt tired and crooked.
After brushing his teeth, he wore pajamas, grabbed his fluffy hair and walked downstairs. When he saw He Yan eating breakfast at the dining table, he suddenly remembered that there was such a person living with him.
He didn't look embarrassed or embarrassed like this, but he had already called him face to face anyway, so he naturally sat down and casually found a topic.
"Brother, did you make breakfast?"
He Yan smiled: "I got it when I came down. It should have been done by A Zhe early in the morning."
Jiang Shaoyan stirred the millet porridge in the mixing bowl with a spoon, glanced at the sandwich with fried eggs and ham on the plate, and had a further understanding of Wang Zhe's virtuous family.
"Shaoyan." He Yan pointed at the neckline with a playful expression, "Put your clothes on, it's cold, be careful of catching a cold."
The heating in the room was fully turned on and it was not cold at all. Jiang Shaoyan was inexplicable until he looked down and saw a red mark under his collarbone.
Even he was a little embarrassed now.
Last night, the two of them were resting on the bed after finishing their work. He turned on his phone and casually looked through He Yan's Moments, trying to find out if there were any photos of Wang Zhe before. At this time, the stupid dog didn't know what was going on. , buried his head between his neck and kept rubbing back and forth, his lips touched the gland several times, and even licked.
He was almost hardened again, and pressed Wang Zhe's head down, but Wang Zhe took advantage of the situation and sucked hard under his collarbone, and then he lay back in place.
So it left such an ambiguous trace.
Jiang Shaoyan closed his collar, the tips of his ears were a little red, and he coughed softly: "He's like a dog, annoying."
There was the sound of the chair being pulled away from the side, Jiang Shaoyan turned his head, only to find that Wang Zhe had washed up and went downstairs at some point, and his face seemed to have no energy.
"Senior early, brother early."
He Yan put down the bowls and chopsticks: "Morning, I'm done, thank you, but this egg is a bit raw, be careful of germs."
Wang Zhe took a spoonful meal: "Senior likes to eat soft-hearted eggs, then I will fry them separately next time."
Jiang Shaoyan didn't want to trouble him: "It's okay, I'll just fry mine together, according to my brother's taste."
Wang Zhe took a big bite of his sandwich, and the fried egg broke and came out yellow.
"Um."
Jiang Shaoyan thought for a while, and then said: "I'll make breakfast, brother, what do you like to eat?"
"I don't care, I will eat whatever you make." He Yan said with a smile, looking at his watch: "I have to go to the company, you all eat slowly."
Jiang Shaoyan got up politely and escorted him to the door, and Wang Zhe followed him in a grand manner.
"What are you doing? Don't be so polite." He Yan smiled heartily, "Let's go, see you tonight."
After sending He Yan away, the two returned to the dining table and sat next to each other. Jiang Shaoyan drank porridge and recalled what Wang Zhe liked to eat. He had just drawn up a few recipes in his heart, and Wang Zhe, who had been quiet beside him, suddenly said:
"Senior, what do you think of my cousin... how is he?"
Jiang Shaoyan said casually: "Yes, others are very good."
"Really... where is it good?"
"Well, he looks good, has a good personality, and is excellent in all aspects. How can your brother still not have a match? It shouldn't be."
"Probably didn't meet the right one..." Wang Zhe said softly, bowing his head and continuing to eat breakfast.
It snowed heavily outside again early in the morning, and now it has accumulated a thick layer, one foot and one pit. Jiang Shaoyan was not interested in going out in this weather, so after breakfast he went to Wang Zhe's study to pass the time.
There is a window in the study with many awards and trophies, all of which Wang Zhe won before. Most of them are competitions, and there are also competitions such as marathons and karate.
"It's amazing." Jiang Shaoyan remembered that Wang Zhe said that he had good grades before, but now he seems to be modest.
Wang Zhe poured a glass of freshly boiled Sydney juice and put it on the table: "It's just some small games, nothing special."
Jiang Shaoyan lay barefoot on the sofa, drank a mouthful of Sydney juice, which was fragrant and sweet in his mouth, moistening his throat and producing saliva.
"Delicious."
Wang Zhe's eyes rolled up: "Then I'll cook some more later."
Jiang Shaoyan met his bright and warm eyes, and teased: "Silly dog, it looks quite harmless, why are the fights so fierce, do you often secretly cause trouble outside in private? I heard from your brother that you almost broke your classmates before? This time, too, you can win one-on-three, Niubi, I should call you Brother Zhe."
Wang Zhe was instantly nervous when he was dug out of the black history, and he squatted in front of him and raised his hand to swear: "I have fought these two fights, and there is absolutely nothing else, I promise!"
Jiang Shaoyan looked at him carefully looking up at himself, and his heart collapsed softly.
Such a good-natured and gentle person, he never said a word or fought back when he was bullied, but he fought twice for his sake.
What the hell did he get away with picking up such a big baby.
Jiang Shaoyan took a deep breath, concealed his emotions, and asked coldly, "Where did you get my pen?"
Wang Zhe was startled: "How do you know, senior..."
"What your brother said." He sold He Yan without hesitation.
Wang Zhe was even more flustered now: "Ah, that... the day the senior returned to school after the exam, I went in to get it while you were away at noon... "
"Oh? It turned out to be stolen." Jiang Shaoyan lowered his face.
"I, I..." Wang Zhe couldn't find a reason to refute, bit his lip anxiously, and turned his eyes to the corner of the bookcase, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen the senior's things... I still keep that pen, senior Take it back if you want..."
He said so, but his expression was completely reluctant.
Jiang Shaoyan was rude, stood up and walked to the front of the bookcase, and saw a wooden box on the second floor at a glance. When I opened it, I saw a very ordinary black water pen inside the satin cushion, the kind that cost a dollar in a stationery store. If you throw one or two, you won't find it at all. The cap of the pen was broken, but it was packed in such a beautiful box, which looked really inconsistent.
"Then I'll take it." He gestured and reached out.
Wang Zhe immediately stopped in front of him: "Senior, it has been broken and can't be written. It's useless if you take it back..."
"It's useless to let you go, why don't I take it and throw it away."
"No!" Wang Zhe was so anxious that he almost pressed him on the bookcase, "Senior, give it to me, please."
"Why send you? Give me a reason."
"Because...because this is what I have, the only thing that belongs to you..." Wang Zhe looked down at him earnestly, his eyes a little pitiful.
Jiang Shaoyan was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was how could it be possible? Although he was not as spoiled as Wang Zhe, he had given a lot of things. How could he be the only one
But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that what he sent was something to eat and play, and there was really no real thing to keep.
He's very particular about this aspect, and they are tired of being together almost every day, and they don't need to see things and think about people, so they naturally ignore them. But Wang Zhe obviously doesn't think so, he needs something to put his feelings on.
Silly dogs may be too insecure.
Jiang Shaoyan's mind turned, and he immediately had an idea, calmly put the pen back again, and closed the lid.
"Then I'll give it to you, and ask me for anything you want from me in the future."
Wang Zhe hugged him happily: "Thank you, senior! You are so kind!"
Jiang Shaoyan patted his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
A broken pen is enough to be like this, and I will give you a big surprise in two days.