Shen Shuyao calmly packed up the documents on the desk, took Wei Ziqian with a silly face to the garage by elevator, coldly rejected the bodyguard and driver who wanted to follow, and stuffed that person into the side seat , and even helped him fasten his seat belt in a good mood.
Looking at Shen Shuyao's considerate and gentle actions, Wei Ziqian couldn't help but feel tenderness in his heart, as if he saw the dawn of HE was in front of him.
On the way, Shen Shuyao turned on the music, letting the quiet and slow melody flow gently in the car, and the two of them fell into a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere for a while.
But Wei Ziqian was as excited as a dog who licked lemons and a pig who ate truffles! The super-functioning adrenal hormones and a second-hand product formed a great atmosphere-destroying weapon.
"Hey hey hey hey, the weather is so nice today!"
"En." Shen Shuyao didn't change his expression or squint.
"The greening of the city is getting better and better!"
"... um." So what
"Beauty, give me a smile~!"
"..." Shen Shuyao squeezed the steering wheel tightly.
Wei Ziqian continued to challenge Shen Shuyao's endurance limit with incoherent words, but Shen Shuyao's concentration value was too high and he simply ignored Wei Ziqian, who was beside him with a wrong brain circuit, and Wei Ziqian saw that Shen Shuyao let himself go, Finally, he shut up obediently and calmed down for a while.
After a while, Wei Ziqian seemed to remember something bad again, the corner of Wei Ziqian's mouth twitched, and he let out a meaningful smirk again.
"Hey hey hey hey..."
The blue veins on Shen Shuyao's fair forehead bulged out, wishing he could strangle the poor fellow next to him to death, so he took advantage of the red light and strangled Wei Ziqian with an air of swallowing mountains, rivers, masts, sculls, flying ashes and annihilating the king's tyrant. The nape of his neck blocked his mouth, and he took a bite on the soft lower lip, leaving a row of neat teeth marks.
"Shut up." Shen Shuyao threatened with a sullen face, "Otherwise I don't mind killing you now."
Please... please don't cause traffic jams!
Wei Ziqian withered.
Wei Ziqian, who was afraid of being jolted by a car with a crippled chrysanthemum, remained silent, introverted and nervous, watching Shen Shuyao follow a familiar route to a familiar neighborhood and then park the car in a familiar building. It's like being in a house like your own home! ──Isn't it just his small villa with the true colors of a local tyrant that was copied!
Following Shen Shuyao into a familiar house with a dazed expression, Wei Ziqian was a little surprised to find that the furnishings and layout of the house hadn't changed at all, only some small items and furniture full of Shen Shuyao's style were added. Returning to the familiar environment, Wei Ziqian couldn't help but relax a bit, took off his shoes and socks carelessly, and didn't go to get the slippers, and walked barefoot on the cool wooden floor, sighing comfortably.
Shen Shuyao, who was behind him, saw the other party's behavior and his expression became a little gentle. He knew that this was Wei Ziqian's habit. No matter whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter, he didn't like to wear shoes and socks at home. In winter, he would spread a thick layer of them on the floor. The carpet, and then turn on the floor heating, can lock the unlucky man firmly in the warm home like spring.
Putting on the indoor slippers, Shen Shuyao ordered to Wei Ziqian: "Since this used to be your place, I won't lead the way. You go upstairs to take a shower. There are pajamas in the closet. Remember to dry your hair before coming down." Just throw the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and I'll cook."
Wei Ziqian, who was completely moved by his little white rabbit's Huizhilanxin, responded happily, then went straight to the second floor, and walked into his original room. There was an obvious sense of life in the room, and the oak desk next to the bed There are still scattered documents on it. Except for some extra scattered items, even the computer furniture and even the quilt on the bed are still the same in the whole room! A gleam of joy flashed across Wei Ziqian's deep eyes.
Walking to the closet, he casually took a set of light blue home clothes. Wei Ziqian suddenly realized that this was what his family Yaoyao might have worn close to his body. Thinking about it, he felt a little excited. Open the drawer at the bottom, and find that there is a row of neatly coded T!! Pants! ── Various styles, different materials, and various colors, you can choose. The only thing they have in common is that there is only a pathetic little thin rope swaying in the wind at the part of the rear that should hug the buttocks.
Forgive him for not knowing until now that Yaoyao's family is a man. But after searching the entire closet, he couldn't find any other underwear, so he randomly picked a pair of small thongs with sparse fabric and walked into the bathroom.
After rinsing off in the shower, and then rolling into the big bathtub until his skin turned red, Wei Ziqian felt that the fatigue in his body had faded a lot, so he got up and wiped it off, and put on the pair very awkwardly, which can be classified as a taste. Underpants and home clothes, I only feel that my lower body is empty like a vacuum.
Of course, the quality of the underwear Shen Shuyao bought is the best, and it won't be uncomfortable to wear, but... the thin rope at the back rubs against the red and swollen little chrysanthemum from time to time as it moves, which seems to be entrapped Wei Ziqian's whole body was stiffened by the strange feeling of people's fingers rubbing against each other. How could his Yaoyao wear this all day long? Wei Ziqian was in awe.
Going downstairs, the kitchen is next to the dining room, with only a transparent glass door in the middle. Shen Shuyao has already started to serve attractively colored dishes on the table. He is still wearing bright yellow clothes with orange on top. Cute apron with polka dots. Wei Ziqian watched with relish, almost whistling like a disciple.
Seeing Wei Ziqian, Shen Shuyao frowned first, "Why didn't you blow your hair?"
Only now did Wei Ziqian realize that his short black hair was still wet against his ears, so he scratched his face embarrassingly, and laughed a few times: "I'm hungry, so I forgot, why don't I blow it after eating? "
"No." Shen Shuyao refused forcefully, let Wei Ziqian sit on the sofa, and went to get a hair dryer, and inserted his white fingers into the wet black hair of the other party, helping Wei Ziqian to take care of it skillfully hair.
Wei Ziqian looked helplessly at the food that had been set up in the restaurant not far away, exuding scents to tempt him, his eyes glowed green, his buttocks writhed restlessly on the sofa, and Shen Shuyao couldn't help but look at it. If you get impatient, just slap on it and you'll be good right away.
Wei Ziqian's hair was short, so it dried quickly, and his handsome face showed a puppy-like expression looking at Shen Shuyao who put away the hair dryer to smooth his hair, until Shen Shuyao reluctantly signaled that he could Only then did he rush towards the dining room with a groan.
Pork and mushroom soup, tomato scrambled eggs, boiled green vegetables, green pepper ribs. The dishes are simple, there is no heavy oil or spicy food, and they are all refreshing home-cooked dishes. Wei Ziqian couldn't help his eyes getting hot, and he graciously helped himself and Shen Shuyao to serve food. After Shen Shuyao was also seated, he said solemnly: "Thank you."
Shen Shuyao was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to thank him, so he said, "No, let's eat."
Sleeping without talking or eating, there was no other conversation at the dinner table except for the slight collision and chewing of dishes and chopsticks. Shen Shuyao ate very gracefully, chewing slowly. In contrast, the starving Wei Ziqian was different. He looked like a refugee who had been thrown to a remote village and came back after starving for a year. He held the bowl in one hand while He worked hard to squeeze the rice into his mouth, his two cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk.
Shen Shuyao couldn't bear to look directly at him. The other party's hunger and thirst made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt, so from time to time he helped pick up vegetables into the other party's bowl, and he became addicted to feeding after feeding. Instead of going up to eat, he went to feed Wei Ziqian first.
After a meal, the dishes on the table were almost empty. Wei Ziqian touched his round belly and smacked his lips with endless aftertaste. He just felt like a duck that was just stuffed by someone else, and was rushing forward to be eaten. baked.
Watching Shen Shuyao get up and start clearing away the dishes on the dining table, Wei Ziqian suddenly realized that his appearance of sitting around eating and waiting to die was too old, so he came to help. But Shen Shuyao coldly rejected him. He asked Wei Ziqian to wait for him in the living room. Feeling that he was rejected, Wei Ziqian had no choice but to leave the restaurant and stand by the sofa to eat.
Looking at the light spots cast by the afternoon sun on the off-white wallpaper, Wei Ziqian, who was full of food and drink, became artistic in an instant. He thought that although his family Yaoyao robbed his company so brutally, copied his house and exploded his chrysanthemums, but now he is such a wife cooking for himself, washing dishes and asking about his health (?), the distance between them is so close and so far, Their future is so catastrophic and unswerving...
After cleaning up, Shen Shuyao took off his apron and put a piece of paper in front of Wei Ziqian with a strong air of nobility.
"Now, let's talk about foster care."
Wei Ziqian, who was still in a youthful state, could only feel a smear of bright red lingering in his throat like a stick in his throat, causing an uncontrollable scorching ripple, referred to as a mouthful of blood.
☆、The beauty~wonder~days of being nurtured