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Wen Zezhen left after saying this.

Only Rong Yuheng looked at the closed bathroom door blankly... He is a kind-hearted hamster, he never hurts anyone.

Rong Yuheng chose to give up as always after thinking to no avail, stripped off his clothes and began to take a bath.

The shower at Wen Zezhen’s house is very comfortable, the water temperature is also warm, the bathroom is full of heat, and the sound of the “pushing” water seems to be hypnotizing, Rong Yuheng washes for a while and then sleepiness comes up, his eyes slowly narrowing .

The water flows down from above his head, engulfing his IQ and flowing into the sewer...

Rong Yuheng squinted for a while and then shook his head to recover. He can't wash it too fast, or it will freeze.

Rong Yuheng thought about it for a moment, then decided to open his voice to wake up——

The loud tenor resounded through the bathroom in an instant, mixed with the sound of water and a little reverberation, overflowing the door crack and reverberating throughout the bedroom:

"Good mountain, good water, good place~

All roads are wide~"

...Wen Zeleng who just opened the bedroom door, "?"

Rong Yuheng's singing became louder and louder with the sound of water:

"Friends are here and have a good drink~ ah

If the jackal comes,

It was greeted by hunting guns——! "

"..." Wen Jackal.

He squeezed his trousers, his charming thoughts instantly disappeared.

Wen Zezhen turned his head and hung his trousers and bathrobe on the doorknob, knocked on the door to interrupt Rong Yuheng's intoxicated singing, "The clothes are hung here, wash them out and take them out."

Rong Yuheng’s singing stopped abruptly, and then buzzed, "Thank you, owner~"

Wen Zezhen gave him a stop, and he felt his dissipated mind gradually gather again.

Rong Yuheng quickly washed himself inside, wrapped a bath towel and opened the door, poking out his head to take a look.

I saw Wen Zezhen sitting at the table by the window, taking a magazine seriously and flipping through it.

Rong Yuheng stretched out his trousers and bathrobes and drew back to put them on. When he went out, he felt a sense of warmth, "It's so warm."

Wen Zezhen raised his head to look at him. The latter's hair was still wet, resting on his forehead, his face was rosy and pink due to the heat, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in water vapor, clear and spiritual.

Wen Zexuan only glanced at it and then quickly lowered his eyes, "It's cold, you only wear a bathrobe, so you turn on the floor heating for fear of catching a cold."

Rong Yuheng covered his heart with emotion, "The owner even knows that it is kept at a constant temperature!"

Wen Zezhen was helpless and amused by his remarks, so he stood up and pushed the person back to the bathroom, "Go and dry your hair."

Rong Yuheng said with a sullen face, "This is the responsibility of the owner."

Wen Zezong, "..."

Hi... Hi from heaven!

He restrained the corners of his mouth from being raised too much, and played a lifelong skill in a gesture of "have to do it", "It really is a golden hamster."

Rong Yuheng, "KeKeKe~"

Wen Zizong shoved the person into the bathroom, took the hair dryer, and blew the hair on his head.

Wen Zecong is half a head taller than Rong Yuheng. Standing behind him at the moment, with broad shoulders and wide backs, his long arms stretched out almost to encircle people in his arms.

There is a mirror in front of Rong Yuheng. After the heat dissipated, the mirror surface gradually became clear——

I saw Wen Zezong lowered his eyes, his expression was serious and gentle, his broad palms gently rubbed his head, as if he was about to kiss him when he tilted his head slightly.

Looking at this scene from the mirror seemed particularly ashamed, Rong Yuheng suddenly became a little awkward and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Wen Zezhen stopped his movements and asked him softly, "Is it hot?"

Rong Yuheng said, "No."

Wen Zezhen continued to blow to him, "That's good, your coat is so bright, it's a shame it's burnt."

Rong Yuheng, "..." Well, the awkwardness disappeared, and it was still the familiar hamster script.

However, Wen Zizong's heart is not at peace at this moment.

Rong Yuheng has fair skin, and the neckline of his bathrobe is wide open. When Wen Zezhen looked down from the top, he saw the beautiful lines on the back of his neck all the way down into the neckline. When he turned his head to the side, he could even see the latter's beautiful collarbone and Adam's apple, which moved slightly as he spoke.

Very fragrant, tender, and delicious.

The key is that you can hold your waist and hug it with a light hug.

Wen Zezhen turned off the hair dryer and stepped back two steps, "Okay."

Rong Yuheng rubbed his head, "Thank you."

After the two went out, they chatted for a while in the bedroom. Nearly twelve o'clock, Wen Zezong took the quilt out of the cabinet and spread it out on the floor, "Get ready to sleep, you sleep on the bed, I sleep here."

Rong Yuheng felt like a bird occupying a dove's nest, "Let me sleep on the ground."

Wen Zezhen said, "I want you to sleep on the ground, I sleep on the bed, do you think I can fall asleep?"

Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, then stretched out his head tentatively, "Then we go to bed together?"

"..."

Wen Zezong's expression almost didn't freeze!

He took a deep breath and shook the quilt fiercely, "Single bed, squeezed to sleep, we sleep separately."

Wen Zezhen didn't want to sleep together, but he was afraid that he couldn't control it. Especially Rong Yuheng is now covered with the scent of his shower gel, and he looks very undefended.

Wen Zezhen felt that it was okay to flirt with his lips, and occasionally do a little action, or have some muffled thoughts in his heart, it is all reasonable. But people haven't caught up yet, how can they hug them to sleep with this kind of mind?

That's too much!

Seeing Wen Zezhen's insistence, Rong Yuheng could only give a compromising "Oh".

Wen Zizheng said to him while making the bed, "You will feel uncomfortable to sleep in a bathrobe. I have clothes in my closet. You can wear it as a pajama if you look comfortable."

What Wen Zezheng thought was that he couldn't sleep together, but he could have a "boyfriend shirt"! He thought of Rong Yuheng wearing his own big size clothes with a wide neckline and a hem just enough to cover the base of his legs... Even if he didn't sleep together, he would be worth tonight.

Rong Yuheng went to pick up the wardrobe with kindness, and sighed while picking up, "I now eat yours, wear yours, live yours... this master pet script is too real!"

Wen Zezheng let out an "um" and glanced at Rong Yuheng secretly from the corner of his light.

Immediately afterwards, he watched Rong Yuheng pull out a set of clothes from an unknown corner of the closet.

Shake it away, not too big or too small just to cover yourself.

Wen Zezong's pupils slightly zoomed...

This should be the summer school uniform he wore when he went to school ten years ago. After Rong Yuheng changed it into one, they complemented each other.

Rong Yuheng happily circulated in front of Wen Zezhen, "Look, don’t you look good? Your clothes are too big, I didn’t expect to have such one!"

Wen Zezhen's lips stirred slightly, "...I didn't expect it either."

He even had wooden eyes. Rong Yuheng was already tender, but now he looks more like a middle school student.

Wen Zezhen dragged the people away, washed them, and then dragged them back, squeezing them into the bed, "Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Rong Yuheng nestled in the quilt to pick up the song obediently, "My dear ~ baby."

"..." Wen Zezong turned off the light with a "pop".

He thought, isn't it just a baby? He is embarrassed to have other thoughts. Looks like a pervert.

midnight.

Wen Zezhen had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to the day of the audition. On the bright stage, he met Rong Yuheng for the first time.

Rong Yuheng was twisting his hips and buttocks at himself, "I like the ones that are taller, will you do it?"

Wen Zezhen felt that his heart was beating very fast. He saw that he put his hand on Rong Yuheng's waist and said, "I like it too, you can lift it up."

Immediately afterwards, the clothes on Rong Yuheng's body changed and became a school uniform for junior high school students. The stage in the background suddenly disappeared and turned into an empty earth. Above their heads was the black sky, and a flash of lightning "Bang La-" slammed their heads!

Wen Zezhen's heart tightened, and he heard a majestic voice, "Shoot the minors, the sky is thundering!"

Wen Zezheng was anxious, and defended against the dark night sky, "I don't, I don't!"

At this moment, Rong Yuheng suddenly jumped like a hamster, his legs were clamped on Wen Zezong's waist, and he began to happily go round after round, round after round...Wen Zezhen wanted him to come down first, and could not sit down in front of God to confirm his crimes, but found that he couldn't say anything. He only felt that his abdomen was suffocated and his chest could not breathe.

"Ok……!"

Wen Zezhen snorted and suddenly woke up from his dream——

Opening his eyes is a black numb ceiling, but the feeling of suffocation has not disappeared.

When he looked down, he saw a tuft of figures with a quilt and a pillow pressing down on him.

Wen Zezong, "..."

It seems that the thunderclap is the sound of Rong Yuheng falling from the bed.

He sighed and got up with difficulty to move Rong Yuheng, but the latter did not move, frowned and mumbled a few words, scratching the carpet and refused to let go.

It's really like a paw, two small paws are deeply embedded in the blanket, and they can't pull.

Wen Zezong was helpless. He was afraid of waking people up, so he could only let Rong Yuheng lie on the carpet, and he was wrapped up by him, and then climbed back to the bed by himself...

Early the next morning.

Wen Zhongyun woke up early, and the elderly felt less. After getting up, he first went downstairs and slid a little bit. When he came back, it was almost eight o'clock, and he was going to wake up the two children.

Wen Zhongyun was mentally prepared in advance.

He thought that if he opened the door and saw Wen Zezheng lying on the ground honestly, it would be okay; but if he saw Wen Zezheng sleeping on the bed with a baby doll in his arms, he would also be calm.

After Wen Zhongyun finished his mental construction, he pushed the door gently-the bedroom door slowly opened a gap, and the scene inside was revealed in front of Wen Zhongyun...

None of the envisioned scenes existed.

On the comfortable big bed, his son Wen Zezong lay upright and slept soundly; while Rong Yuheng huddled up pitifully and nestled on the carpet under the bed.

"..."

Wen Zhongyun's pupils shook, and his fists were hardened: What a way of hospitality!

Before Wen Zhongyun rushed in, Rong Yuheng on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

After Rong Yuheng woke up, he was at a loss for two seconds-where is this?

Then his memory recovered: Oh... it was at Wen Zezong's house.

In the next second, Rong Yuheng found that he had moved under the bed, and Wen Zezhen, who said, "You go to bed, do you think I can sleep?" He was already lying on the bed.

"..." Rong Yuheng stared at Wen Zezong with an unspeakable and adoring look for two seconds, and then shook his head.

Stop Liao and stop Liao, he forgave Wen Zezong for his pride and indulgence.

Rong Yuheng stood up, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Wen Zhongyun who was secretly observing at the door-he was shocked, and before he opened his mouth he saw the latter beckoning to him.

Rong Yuheng rubbed his hands lightly, "Uncle?"

Wen Zhongyun graciously touched Rong Yuheng's head, as if the latter had been wronged, "Go and wash, uncle will give you some steamed wheat."

Rong Yuheng immediately happily ran to wash up, and when he came out, he saw Wen Zhongyun steaming and cooking wheat in the kitchen.

Rong Yuheng took out the small plate and set it aside, "Uncle, I'll help you serve siu-mai!"

Wen Zhongyun pulled him affectionately, "Good boy, did you sleep well yesterday?"

Rong Yuheng recalled it, but he felt that he was sleeping soundly, and he seemed to dream of participating in the variety show "Treasure Hunt", swimming in the ocean ball, climbing in the secret room...

"No, I slept well."

Wen Zhongyun only regarded him as being polite, and after the siu-mai was steamed, the two put them on a plate and served it on the table. Rong Yuheng also took the initiative to hand over a pair of chopsticks to Wen Zhongyun, "Uncle, chopsticks! Kekeke~"

Wen Zhongyun felt that for the first time in more than ten years he breathed such a lively and cheerful air, "You eat too, goose, goose~"

The big white goose and the little hamster ate the siu mai at the dinner table as a family, and as soon as they gnawed two, they heard a movement at the entrance of the dining room.

Looking back, Wen Zezong was standing at the door in confusion, as if asking the two of them: Why not call yourself?

Wen Zhongyun's mouth was pouted, but he was silent.

Rong Yuheng sighed, and after all he kindly opened the seat for him, "How's your sleep?"

Wen Zezhen sat down and glanced at the culprit deeply, "I didn't sleep well."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, I got a more profound look--

Wen Zhongyun looked at Wen Zezhen faintly, "It's very embarrassing to say this."

Wen Zeleng, "?"

Rong Yuheng adjusted the atmosphere peacefully, "It's okay, it's okay, come and have some siu mai." He said, handing it over to Wen Zezong.

Wen Zezhen took it and frowned... He always felt that the word "shaomai" was registered in his heart. What is it?

I haven't thought about it yet, and heard Rong Yuheng say, "This is the siu mai that my uncle got up early in the morning and steamed."

Wen Zezheng ate the siu-mai, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in his mind-Rong Yuheng's "married" standard, got up and steamed the siu-mai for him in the winter morning!

Wen Zezong felt that his whole body was bad for an instant!

He suddenly put down the burning wheat, looked at the two men with dumbfounded faces solemnly, and blurted out the words like an oath.

"Shaomai, I can also steam. I will steam all future siumai."

Rong Yuheng & Wen Zhongyun, "..."

The sharp eyes of the two gradually softened, Wen Zhongyun turned his head and Rong Yuheng whispered, "Did we misunderstand him?"

Rong Yuheng nodded, "Well, looking at him like that, I really didn't sleep well."

The mind is obviously not sober.

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