Tuesday, August 3rd, 12:20 noon.
The night before was too much tossing. Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan slept until noon. If they weren't really hungry, they would have been able to sleep until dark.
When Beiquan opened his eyes, the scorching midday sun was shining on his face through the gap in the curtains.
But as soon as he moved, he clearly felt a weight firmly pressing down on his arm - one of Wei Fuyuan's arms was crossing his body, as if he was afraid of escaping, and locked him firmly. in his own arms.
Beiquan smiled, somewhat helpless, but also faintly felt sweet.
He lifted his eyelids and looked at the person beside him, and what he saw was a well-defined jaw.
Beiquan felt that Wei Fuyuan was probably still awake, so he gently supported his silly Erha's arm and planned to move away quietly.
But Wei Fuyuan reacted immediately.
With his long arms, he hugged Beiquan even tighter, pressed it into his arms, put his chin on the top of his lover's head, buried his head and rubbed lightly in the soft chestnut hair, and seemed dissatisfied, deeply took a breath.
"Now that you're awake, get up."
Beiquan pushed Wei Fuyuan, "It's getting late, let's go have lunch."
Wei Fuyuan was really hungry.
But the quilt—especially the quilt with Beiquan around was so comfortable, it made him feel extremely struggling.
Wei Fuyuan closed his eyes and snorted twice like a scumbag dog. He tightly wrapped Beiquan in his arms with his hands and feet, and murmured, "I haven't woken up yet..."
Beiquan simply stretched out his hand and pinched Wei Fuyuan's waist.
Wei Fuyuan screamed and finally opened his eyes.
"stand up."
Beiquan took the opportunity to break free from Wei Fuyuan's arms, sat up, "wash up, go downstairs and eat again."
It's summer vacation now, it's the hottest time of the year in Fengxing City, and both of them are dressed lightly.
From Wei Fuyuan's current point of view, Beiquan was sitting with his back to him, and a thin silk pajama was attached to his body, which outlined a thin but contoured texture, especially the two beautiful shoulder blades. Beiquan raised the bed slightly with his hands, really like butterfly wings.
Wei Fuyuan also sat up, hugged Beiquan from behind, put his head on Beiquan's shoulder, and rubbed against the other's shoulder repeatedly, "Then after lunch... Are we going to sleep together?"
He deliberately put an accent on the word "sleep" to make the meaning of the sentence extraordinarily ambiguous.
However, Beiquan did not intend to accept the move at all.
He pretended that he didn't understand at all, shoved the super-large pendant on his back, put on a summer home uniform and walked to the door.
Wei Fuyuan touched his nose and temporarily drove away the messy yellow waste in his brain, then neatly rolled over and jumped out of bed, hurriedly chasing him out.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stood side by side in front of the washstand. After taking care of themselves, they went downstairs together.
They smelled the food.
Lunch was already set on the table in the dining room. Jiang Nan'an was holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and ate with his head down.
Tian Zaixian, who does not need to eat, also sits at the table, with a booster cushion for infants and young children under his buttocks, holding a small kung fu teacup in his hand, sipping his favorite top-quality Dahongpao .
"Well, it smells so good."
Beiquan took a seat at the table and glanced at the dishes on the table.
Eight treasures glutinous rice, shiitake mushrooms and rapeseed hearts, pea shoots in soup, roasted vegetarian goose in soy sauce, fried cowpeas with eggplant, steamed cabbage with vermicelli and Vietnamese rice spring rolls, although they are all vegetarian dishes, they are not nearby in terms of appearance and sophistication. The fly restaurant can do takeaway.
"Oh, why are you cooking for a raise today?"
"uh-huh."
Tian raises salary and holds the cup in an unfathomable manner:
"It's not for celebration."
Wei Fuyuan: "What to celebrate?"
Tian Zai raised his eyebrows and glanced at him:
"Celebrate your good deeds, of course."
Wei Fuyuan touched his chin, and his tone was rather regretful:
"Well, actually..."
It's just that Beiquan kicked him under the table before he finished speaking, and he could only swallow the second half of the sentence.
-Humph!
Wei Fuyuan thought angrily in his heart:
—Look at me, I will cook cooked rice with raw rice tonight, which is worthy of a raise for this pot of eight-treasure glutinous rice!
Of course, after thinking about it, Wei Fuyuan didn't dare to express his ambitions, otherwise he was worried that Beiquan would not let him into the room tonight.
Tian Jiaxing usually seldom cooks, and because he is a Tian Qi doll, he naturally does not like to be dirty, so he is only willing to cook vegetarian dishes, but his craftsmanship is very good.
Especially the pot of glutinous rice and eight treasures rice, the rice grains are crystal clear, the ingredients are soft and glutinous, and the red bean paste wrapped in it is sweet but not greasy. Even Wei Fuyuan, who has never been cold to sweets, ate three whole bowls in one go.
After lunch, Wei Fuyuan drove Beiquan to accompany him to the hotel apartment to check out and retrieve his luggage.
"We're all together now, of course I have to move back."
Wei Fuyuan's tone of voice was extraordinarily straightforward, "Are you right?"
Beiquan looked at him with the end of his eyes, "When did we get together?"
Wei Fuyuan was startled at first, thinking in his heart that the two of them have kissed so many times that they are not together
But when he saw Beiquan's slightly narrow eyes, he immediately realized that he was having fun with him!
Thinking of this, Wei Erha's reaction was a rare quick and decisive one. He broke Beiquan's shoulder and thumped him on the back of the sofa in the living room.
"Oh my eyes!"
Jiang Nan'an, who had just washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen, covered his eyes angrily:
"I'm going to have a needle eye, okay? Can you two show your affection and take into account the emotions of the innocent audience!"
However, Wei Fuyuan directly ignored Comrade Xiao Jiang's complaint and kissed Beiquan until he was breathless before he was willing to let him go.
"Does this count as being together?"
Wei Fuyuan lowered his head against Beiquan's forehead and asked softly.
Jiang Nan'an, who was watching, rolled his eyes at the sky and walked away angrily.
"uh-huh."
Beiquan still refused to give a positive response, only raised his head and touched Wei Fuyuan's wet lips like a dragonfly.
"Then will you accompany me to check out and pick up luggage?"
Wei Fuyuan persevered and continued his important plan of "returning to the 'Three Ways'".
Beiquan's face was still flushed, but at this moment, the small smile on his lips was put away, and his expression became serious.
He asked Wei Fuyuan, "Have you made up your mind?"
Wei Fuyuan actually understood what Beiquan meant, and immediately nodded vigorously.
"Little Wei."
Beiquan stretched out his hand to hold Wei Fuyuan's cheek, "You know what? This matter is very dangerous."
He paused, and his expression became more solemn:
"And in case I can't protect you any time..."
Wei Fuyuan also restrained the appearance of a large dog acting like a spoiled child.
"Beiquan, I don't need your protection."
He let go of Beiquan, and the two returned to sitting opposite each other.
"Believe me."
Wei Fuyuan's eyes are firm and his tone is firm:
"I will get stronger and stronger, and one day, it will be my turn to protect you."
He pointed to himself:
"And, compared to the beginning, I've definitely improved a lot now, right?"
Beiquan stared at his little wolf dog's bright eyes, and didn't speak for a while.
After a long silence, he finally gave in.
"Okay, then you can move back."
Beiquan sighed:
"Continue to be my assistant, okay?"
Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was still an assistant, shouldn't he be her husband
However, he thought about it, he has not yet reconciled with his parents, his credit cards and deposits have been frozen by his parents, and he really can only rely on Beiquan to "care".
And this kind of setting of calling Beiquan "Boss" under the bed and changing the name of the bed to "Wife" might be quite interesting, and he didn't lose at all.
"Good boss."
Wei Fuyuan leaned over and bit Beiquan's lower lip lightly, leaving a shallow tooth mark:
"Little brother, listen to the order."
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In this way, Wei Fuyuan only left for less than a week, and then officially returned to "Santuchuan" Broadcasting Co., Ltd.
And Beiquan, who had only had one partner, had another assistant since then.
For this change, Jiang Nan'an said that it doesn't matter; Tian's salary increase is happy to hear it.
The only one who felt very unhappy about involving ordinary people, and because the secret realm did not give any instructions about it, could only accept it for the time being.
It's just that this time Wei Fuyuan didn't want to live in the attic anymore, so he consciously moved all his luggage into Beiquan's room, set up camp and never moved his nest again.
This is the first night that Wei Fuyuan and Beiquan share the same bed after returning to the "Santuchuan".
It's a pity that although they slept in the same bed, Young Master Wei failed to put into practice the charming or exciting fantasies in his mind.
That night, Beiquan didn't act too naturally.
He frankly gave Wei Fuyuan a good night kiss, then climbed into the quilt, wrapped the quilt, closed his eyes and looked like he was about to fall asleep, without taking out lubricating oil and condoms for the other party at all. Chance.
Wei Fuyuan could only grit his teeth with hatred, and silently said, "It will be long in the future", and then obediently fell asleep.
Wednesday, August 5, at 2:00 a.m.
The room was silent, except for the humming of the air conditioner and Wei Fuyuan's shallow breathing, no other sound was heard.
At this moment, there was a very soft "click" from somewhere in the room.
Beiquan opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and his expression was indifferent, not at all the confusion that someone who just woke up from a dream should have.
He crawled out of bed lightly, as lightly as a civet cat.
Beiquan looked back at the bed.
Wei Fuyuan didn't notice that the person beside the pillow had woken up, he still slept soundly, the quilt on his body was all kicked off, and he was snoring.
Beiquan smiled, without disturbing Wei Fuyuan, he walked barefoot to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room.
There are a lot of messy gadgets on the cabinet. Ordinary people only think that they are decorations or ornaments. Only a magician like Beiquan knows what is going on.
On the second floor of the cabinet were four small clay dolls, one of which was broken in half and was broken.
The "click" sound just now was the sound of the small mud puppet cracking.
- Sure enough.
Beiquan smiled slightly, put on his jacket, picked up his black suitcase, and slipped out of the room quietly.