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Rong Yuheng was obviously taken aback. He faintly thinks that "shaomai" should have some meaning, but his goldfish brain is still slowly loading...

Before he could understand, Wen Zezhen walked over and reached out to hold him, "Did you go out to buy breakfast?"

Rong Yuheng let out an "um" and returned to reality. "Why don't you tell me when you come, how long do you plan to stay here if I don't come down?"

Wen Zezhen shook his arm and explained, "I went out too early in the morning, so I didn't say anything for fear that you were still asleep."

Rong Yuheng couldn't stand Wen Zezheng a little bit, with a little coquettish feeling, a kind of contrast and cuteness, especially to poke him.

"Just tell me next time, let's go, let's go back."

Wen Zezhen said, "Isn't my aunt still at home, I won't go up."

Rong Yuheng's gaze was faint, "Are you a takeaway boy, and you will leave after delivery?" Seeing that Wen Zezhen wanted to push off again, he sighed, "My mother was still urging me to find a wife yesterday. …"

Wen Zeleng's eyes suddenly widened:...! ! !

His chest rose and fell violently twice, and his breathing was a bit heavy. Then suddenly he buckled Rong Yuheng's wrist and brought a belt around him, "What are you looking for?"

Wen Zedong lowered his head and almost slammed up, "Can your wife get up in the morning and steam you the wheat?"

Rong Yuheng almost laughed out loud.

He happily took his jealous warm owner to the apartment building, thinking in his heart:

Oops... the secret love of the owner is also too obvious!

Going upstairs and unlocking the door, Rong Yuheng turned his head and shouted in the house while pulling sandals for his owner in the hallway.

"Mama! I brought the snail guy back!"

Wen Zezong looked down at him, "Snail boy?"

Rong Yuheng did not raise his head, "nicknamed."

Wen Zezhen was shocked in an instant, his jealousy slowly dissipated, and pink bubbles gradually filled...

The other side of the bedroom was silent for half a minute, and then there was a violent noise, and the sound of hearing the piano penetrated the door of the room, "Snail boy!??"

Wen Zezhen stepped into the sandals and followed Rong Yuheng into the living room. He looked around for a week-the furnishings are very lifelike, but they have not been inhabited for a long time, and they are all covered in ashes.

The room was really cold, the floor heating and air conditioning were not turned on, and the floor was tiled. The cold started from the feet, and the whole body couldn't get warm.

Wen Zezhen asked, "Is the floor heating arrears?"

Rong Yuheng, "Well, I need to insert the card to recharge, but Ma Ma doesn't know where to throw the card."

Wen Zezong, "Can the air conditioner be turned on?"

Rong Yuheng said, "It should be possible, but it hasn't been cleaned yet, it's all gray."

Wen Zezhen nodded, put the heat preservation bag with siu-mai on the table, "You have breakfast first."

Wen Qin came out after a few minutes, with soft long hair and decent clothes, even wearing a pair of shiny earrings. Rong Yuheng's pupils shrank-the efficiency of this woman's dressing was simply outrageous!

As soon as Wen Qin came out, Wen Zezhen's back became visibly tightened. He nodded slightly towards Wenqin, "Hello auntie, this is Wen Zezong."

When Wen Qin saw Wen Zezong, he suddenly uttered a "Wow" admiration, "What a handsome guy!"

Rong Yuheng immediately followed Wen Zezheng, showing off his posture, "Yes, right?" His owner, handsome, cracked the sky!

Rong Yuheng not only wanted him to see Wen Zezheng's beautiful skin, but also let her see Wen Zezheng's pragmatic soul! He poked the thermos bag on the table and made a "crash" noise, "Look, this is a loving breakfast!"

Wen Qin, "Wow!!"

After the mother and son admired artificially, they sat down and ate the roasted wheat. The siu mai is still warm at the moment, and the sweetness of glutinous rice and the flavor of the gravy, even if picky as Rong Yuheng, I ate a few in one breath.

When Wen Zexuan saw it, his eyes were kind and loving...

Wen Qin gnawed and asked, "Xiao Tianluo, are you here to send breakfast?"

Rong Yuheng was almost choked-Xiao, Tian, ​​Luo! It sounds very gentle and virtuous!

Wen Zexun was stunned for a second, and then realized that this was a "nickname" for him, and he responded immediately.

"Well, Rong Rong said that you just moved in and there is nothing at home, so I want to come and deliver breakfast."

Wen Qin, "Where did you come from?"

Wen Zezheng, "City."

Wen Qin's action of chewing on Shao Mai stopped. She raised her head and glanced at the former, "It took more than two hours to drive here, right?"

Wen Zezong, "It takes less than two hours to come from the highway around the city."

Wen Qin's eyes narrowed.

Rong Yuheng still burned wheat happily like a carefree little fool, without noticing the subtle change in his aura.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Wen Zizhang suddenly said, "Auntie, do you have a higher stool at home? I will take down the air conditioner and wash it."

Wen Qin, "...ah, yes."

Rong Yuheng was shocked, "What are you doing! You don't need to wash this."

Wen Zezhen fluently moved out the famous phrase from the ages, "It's okay, it's all here."

Rong Yuheng, "..."

Wen Zezhen found a step stool and ran aside to take apart and wash the air conditioner alone. Rong Yuheng wanted to help, but was held back by Wen Qin.

"Snail boy? Where did you find it?"

Rong Yuheng rubbed his fingers with a guilty conscience, "It was raised in a water tank."

Wen Qin put his palm on Rong Yuheng's head, grabbed his head with five fingers, and rubbed it lightly, "Don't think of Ma Ma as your dad, you're so cheating like a fool."

Rong Yuheng whispered and forced, "Why do you still bring a pull..."

Wen Qin ignored him, only turned his head and glanced at Wen Zezong meaningfully. The latter is a high-end luxury brand, but now he stretches his arms with his sleeves rolled under the air conditioner. The strong forearm muscles bulge gently, and the angular jaw line carries the sexiness that is unique to men.

Wen Qin sighed, "There must be a man at home."

Rong Yuheng looked at his handsome owner and nodded blindly and said yes, "Yes, otherwise the air conditioner won't be washed."

"..."

The air fell into silence for half a minute.

After half a minute, Rong Yuheng let out a dry voice, "...No, what am I?"

Wen Qin's mouth opened and closed, and finally reluctantly replied, "You are a boy."

Rong Yuheng, "Oh."

Fortunately, Wen Zezhen took the filter and walked over in a while, breaking this unspeakable embarrassment, "Where is the bathroom, I will take it to wash it."

Rong Yuheng immediately jumped up, trying to escape the stagnant air in this small room, "I'll take you there!"

Wen Zezong's eyes instantly brought a hint of warmth, "You are so sweet."

Wen Qin, "..." Wake up, this is just human nature.

The two pets nestled in the bathroom, Wen Zizong dipped a basin of water, put the detergent and started to brush the filter. Rong Yuheng watched with his chin on the side, and the whole picture looked like he was in the way and superfluous.

Wen Zezhen washed the filter and took it to the balcony to dry it. Rong Yuheng hung behind him all the way, like a little chicken that had just broken its shell.

Wen Qin sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the whole process, with a complex and colorful expression like a watercolor painting.

After the initial restraint, Wen Zezhen returned to his calm and calm state. When he passed the living room, he nodded to Wenqin, "I see the sun is coming out, I took the quilts from several rooms to the balcony to dry."

Wen Qin, "...oh, thank you."

Rong Yuheng hung behind Wen Zezhen, what could not do. Knowing that he was wrong, he glanced at Wenqin timidly, as if the ugly wife had seen the wicked mother-in-law.

For a moment, Wen Qin almost doubted who was her own son!

At lunch, Wen Zexang originally planned to cook personally to add a touch of color to his "pragmatic soul", but the reality is that there is no root vegetable peel at home.

The three of them can only bow their heads to the outside seller.

"Vinegar and slippery pork, beef with sharp pepper, stir-fried liver and loin, and some fungus and green bamboo shoots, okay?" Wen Zezheng turned to Rong Yuheng with his mobile phone, "Actually, this lobster is also delicious, but you Don't eat shelled ones. If you want to eat them, I'll peel them for you."

Wen Qin on the side, "..."

She really admired: What kind of snail guy is this, this is a farming cow at all!

Rong Yuheng swallowed with a "gudong", then looked at him numbly. He always felt that he had already seen everything.

"No, these will be fine."

Wen Zizong immediately looked at him helplessly and tenderly, "Are you trying to save me money? You are so kind."

Rong Yuheng & Wenqin, "..." I don't know where he is good at all!

Before the takeout was delivered, Wen Zezheng washed the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. Take-out plastic tableware is not as hygienic as household tableware, and there is usually limited outside conditions. You still have to pay attention to it when you return home.

Wen Qin pulled Rong Yuheng into the corner of the living room, and whispered, "How did you raise the snail boy? Is it more subjective than intelligent AI?"

Rong Yuheng was also silent, "eat him, use his, wear him."

Wen Qin's expression was hard to say, "Then have you paid anything?"

Rong Yuheng thought about it for a while, slightly probed, "I gave him happiness?"

Wen Qin, "..."

The takeaway was delivered quickly. The three of them had eaten, and Rong Yuheng took the initiative to clean up the dishes. With Wenqin's hint, he finally realized how brazen he was before.

Rong Yuheng pushed Wen Zezhen away, "You go to rest, and let me wash the dishes."

Wen Zezhen also wanted to enrich his "pragmatic soul", and was reluctant to hear that, "But I like to wash the dishes, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't wash the dishes for a day."

Rong Yuheng didn't believe his nonsense at all, "Kang!" closed the kitchen door, "I didn't see you feeling uncomfortable in the crew."

Wen Zizong, "..." The clumsy lie was punctured.

Wen Zezheng worked diligently at Rong Yuheng's home until three or four in the afternoon. He was turning over the quilt on the balcony, and the big white goose called to ask him how long it would take him home.

Rong Yuheng was a little embarrassed, he poked Wen Zezheng, "You go back soon."

Wen Zezheng held the phone and glanced at Rong Yuheng, "Big White Goose asks if you want to come to my house?"

Rong Yuheng is actually a bit tangled. Today is New Year's Day, Wen Zezhen also took the time to accompany him and his mahjong for nearly a day, so he should go see the big white goose if he feels reasonable.

But he rarely returns home once again.

Rong Yuheng didn't speak yet, Wen Qin suddenly popped his head out of the balcony door, "Baby is going to be a guest at Tianluo's house? There is a bottle of good wine at home, and we will take it with you later."

Wen Zezhen said hurriedly, "No need for my aunt, my dad just wants to see Rongrong."

Wen Qin directly ignored his courtesy, and instead urged Rong Yuheng, "Go and pack up."

Rong Yuheng held his heart, "Okay, Mama! Will you be lonely when I am away?"

Wen Qin comforted him, "When Ma Ma went to the sky, he was also beautiful alone."

Rong Yuheng, "..." He underestimated his rich spiritual world.

After making the decision to go to Wen Zezheng's house, Rong Yuheng quickly packed up a set of clothes for a change of washing, carrying a small bag, carrying a bottle of good wine, and followed Wen Zezheng.

The two sat in the car, Wen Zezhen raised his hand and put the bag in Rong Yuheng's arms in the back seat, "Don't hold it, it will crush you."

Rong Yuheng, "???"

He looked down at himself: Where can this be crushed?

Wen Zezheng drove back in the car. He turned his side to Rong Yuheng, rolling his apple up and down while speaking, "There are still a few steaks at home. Would you like to cook steaks tonight?"

Rong Yuheng, "Okay, it just happened that Ma Ma brought wine, do you want to drink it tonight?"

"Yes." Wen Zezhen said and glanced sideways at him, "How's your drinking?"

Rong Yuheng thought for a while. In fact, he hadn't drunk much. He used to have parties at school. They only drank fruit wine and beer. They didn't have much alcohol.

When he thought of this, he cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, "I've never been drunk."

Wen Zezheng smiled, "That's good, you can drink more for today's holiday."

Rong Yuheng puffed up his chest when he heard the words, "Drink, I'm afraid you won't work!"

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