As soon as Cheng Yu finished speaking, Cheese jumped forward twice because he was impatient because he had been standing for too long. Ji Minglun was tugged by the dog leash and almost lost his grip on the breakfast in his hand. But he didn't care about that anymore and asked in surprise, "You're here so early?"
"I have a meeting in the morning, so I'm free now," Cheng Yu reminded him, "Don't waste time, come up quickly, I also got some specialties that your uncle Wang brought for you, and I need to put them in the refrigerator."
Ji Minglun was trembling when he heard this. Jiang Lin was still lying on his bed, with marks all over his body and nothing on. If Cheng Yu saw this scene now, he didn't dare to think whether Jiang Lin could bear it. However, he panicked for a moment and then realized that he had changed the door lock password because Jiang Lin returned to China some time ago and didn't tell anyone, so Cheng Yu didn't know the new password.
After thinking about this, he calmed down a little: "I have run a long way, you go to the company first, I will come to you when I am free today."
Cheng Yu raised his wrist and looked at the dial: "I wanted to have breakfast with you, so I brought your favorite chicken wontons."
Cheng Yu usually doesn't pay much attention to Ji Minglun, and the two meet seldomly. One reason is that Ji Minglun has an independent personality and she never has to worry about his grades. The other reason is that she and Wang Muchong have more troubles to take care of in their new family.
Cheng Yu has always felt guilty about raising her son. She is too ambitious and couldn't give up her work even when she had a tumor two years ago and had to take care of it for half a year. Although Ji Minglun has never made any demands on family affection since he was a child, she knows that she is as unqualified as Ji Zhuosheng and can only make up for it through some small things.
"Mom," Ji Minglun said impatiently, "I'm running halfway and you asked me to go back. You want to talk about immigration anyway, and I can't speak Korean. Why don't you stay in China and leave with Ji Zhuosheng?"
Ji Minglun controlled his speech speed, thinking about how to persuade Cheng Yu to leave as soon as possible: "I even gave up studying in Los Angeles. Even if I really want to go abroad now, I won't choose South Korea. Besides, he is taking Xie Min with him. How can I pretend to be a family with Xie Min?"
Xie Min is Ji Zhuosheng's current wife, and Cheng Yu also knows that Ji Minglun doesn't like Xie Min. After being choked by these words, she finally realized that Ji Minglun really didn't agree to immigrate.
The elevator reached the 28th floor, and Cheng Yu picked up the bag on the ground and walked out: "It's good that you know the importance of it. If he tries to persuade you again, tell mom and I'll go talk to him."
"Got it," Ji Minglun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to remind her to go to work, he heard two "beeps" from the other end of the phone. This was the prompt tone of the door lock trying incorrectly. Cheng Yu really said, "What's going on? The password is not wrong."
Ji Minglun immediately took big steps and walked towards the community: "I've changed it. You can put the things at the door. I'll come back to get them after I finish my run."
"How much have you changed? Tell me and I'll put the stuff in the refrigerator."
"Just put it on the ground. The last time the door lock ran out of power, the data was reset. You can't open it without your fingerprint."
Ji Minglun was so anxious that he was walking with the wind. Fortunately, Cheng Yu did not doubt his words. In addition, she had to go back to the company early to prepare for the meeting, so she said, "Then remember to put it in the refrigerator when you come back, otherwise it will go bad easily."
Ji Minglun replied: "I know, stop talking nonsense."
After hanging up the phone, he calculated the time and walked to the gate of the community. He stood outside with the cheese for a while, and only turned in after watching Cheng Yu's car drive away. As expected, there were two exquisite bags in front of the house, and Jiang Lin in the master bedroom was still sleeping, completely unaware of what had just happened.
After replacing the dog food with water for Cheese, Ji Minglun grabbed the puppy's furry head, got up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands, took out a bottle of sports drink from the refrigerator and drank most of it, then he returned to the bedroom and closed the door.
A ray of sunlight fell on the ground near the wall, leaking in through the gaps in the curtains that were not completely closed. Dust was flying in the air, and the atmosphere seemed quiet and peaceful, but his mood was not as good as when he left in the morning.
Walking to the bed and sitting down, he looked down at the person sleeping peacefully on the pillow. He couldn't help but bent down and kissed the smooth cheek, then leaned over and hugged him.
What Deng Feng said before leaving last night rang in his ears again. The coming year will definitely not be easy for him and Jiang Lin.
They just got together, and now they have to face separation across the country for such a long time. Although they have less classes to attend in the second year of graduate school and will be more free, the flight distance of more than ten hours separates them, so they can't hug each other whenever they want like they do now.
Holding the left hand of the person in his arms that was placed on his lower abdomen, Ji Minglun pulled it to his lips and kissed it.
The eczema on Jiang Lin's hands showed signs of improvement, and the swelling on his fingers had subsided. Ji Minglun looked at the shape of his fingertips and inserted his five fingers into his fingers and clasped them.
This is a hand that he has finally been able to hold. No matter the distance between the two places or the fact that they will have to face each other's families in the future, it is not a problem for him.
As long as Jiang Lin thinks the same as he does, he will be confident.
At noon, Ji Minglun used the local chicken that Cheng Yu brought to stew a pot of fragrant chicken soup. When he was about to make vermicelli, he opened the door of the master bedroom. Cheese followed in, jumped to the bedside with his short legs, tilted his head to watch him bend over, and didn't know what he did, but soon he heard a sticky panting sound from his **.
Ji Minglun's bed was higher than ordinary beds, so Cheese couldn't jump up and naturally didn't see **. Jiang Lin, who was awakened by a kiss, had red ears. He pushed Ji Minglun's chest and covered his mouth, looking at him with his slender eyes as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Ji Minglun pulled Jiang Lin up, and the quilt slid down from his chest as he sat up, revealing the area above his legs. Jiang Lin hurriedly pulled it back to cover his waist. Ji Minglun didn't tease him, but went to the closet to get a set of clean pajamas and put them on him first. After buttoning them up, he asked, "Does it hurt there?"
Jiang Lin lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs. Hearing this, his movements became a little stiff and he shook his head: "Not bad."
"That's good," Ji Minglun held him in his arms, locked his arms behind his waist, and said with his chin on his shoulder, "Your body was a little swollen when I cleaned you this morning. I applied some swelling-reducing medicine, and it seems to be working."
Jiang Lin couldn't take such words, especially he couldn't think of the scene described by Ji Minglun. Although they had done something more intimate last night, it was daytime after all, and without that atmosphere, Jiang Lin still couldn't adapt.
He looked at Cheese, who was wagging his tail beside the bed and staring at him, for a moment and said, "Are you making chicken soup?"
"Yes," Ji Minglun did not let him go immediately, "My mom brought a freshly killed free-range chicken over, it's just the right amount of fat and lean. Since you like chicken, I stewed the whole thing and will make vermicelli when you wake up."
Jiang Lin hadn't eaten chicken noodle soup for a long time, and he suddenly felt hungry, and his stomach growled in response. Ji Minglun couldn't help laughing, and when he let go, he kissed him on the cheek, stood up and reminded him, "Put it on and brush your teeth."
Ji Minglun took the cheese outside. Jiang Lin put on his underwear and pajamas. When he got out of bed, he felt his legs were a little weak. He sat back on the edge of the bed and covered his sore waist with his hand.
The bold scenes from last night came back to his mind one after another, and it still didn't seem real when he recalled them now. He actually did it with Ji Minglun, and not only did he not feel disgusted, he was so immersed in it that he lost control.
Especially at the end, he took the initiative to pull Ji Minglun to touch him, thinking of what he said to Ji Minglun at that time -
Not wanting to think about what happened next, he rubbed his face and walked out of the bedroom to wash up.
When Ji Minglun scooped up the vermicelli, poured chicken soup on it, sprinkled some chopped green onions on it and brought it to the table, Jiang Lin just came out of the bathroom.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he looked much more energetic. Except for walking a little slowly, there was nothing different. When he came over, Ji Minglun strode to the sofa and took an oval cushion to put on the chair. He froze in place for a moment and said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine, no need for a cushion."
Ji Minglun didn't argue with him about this, and just turned the topic to food: "Hurry up and sit down to eat, you can't put in the noodles."
Cheese was gnawing on the chicken bones in the new plate at the foot of the table. After Jiang Lin sat down, Cheese looked up at him, grumbled twice, and continued eating.
Jiang Lin smiled, picked up the chopsticks to stir the noodles in the bowl, then lowered his head to drink a sip of the soup.
The temperature of the chicken soup was just right, not scalding the mouth. Ji Minglun added a lot of old wine, and the aroma was rich. This was the taste that Jiang Lin had liked since he was a child, and he couldn't help but drink several sips at once. By the time Ji Minglun turned around, most of the soup in his bowl was gone.
He poured him more soup, and Ji Minglun sat down beside him with chopsticks, and the two of them lowered their heads to eat vermicelli. Jiang Lin was really hungry, and he didn't have time to talk until halfway through the meal. He asked, "When did Auntie bring the chicken?"
Ji Minglun passed a piece of tender chicken thigh meat from his bowl to him and said, "This morning."
Jiang Lin was about to pass the meat back to Ji Minglun, but was stunned after hearing this: "This morning?"
"Yeah," Ji Minglun looked at him, resting his chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, "I went out for a run this morning and she came over without even saying hello. Luckily I changed the door code before."
Ji Minglun didn't mean to scare Jiang Lin, but since they were together, this was a hurdle that they had to face in the future. Instead of avoiding it, it would be better to lay it out and make it clear now.
Jiang Lin, like him, grew up in an incomplete family. Although Jiang Lin is more dependent on him due to his independent personality, Jiang Lin is not a greenhouse flower, and Ji Minglun does not think that he cannot handle the difficulties.
Jiang Lin's face didn't look good, and he put down his chopsticks as well. After thinking for a while, he said, "What do you think about our future?"