Xiaoshou, be good, open the door

Zhao's mother was very happy because Zhao Wei praised her so much. She was thinking about baking pancakes, fried buns, fried dumplings, and seafood tofu for this child. After hearing Zhao Wei's words, she pretended He said angrily, "Don't be like Chenchen, who just eats and doesn't gain weight. You are a normal young man with a big appetite. Thinking that Chenchen's father could eat 60 dumplings in one meal, you are still 12 short."

"Wow, Uncle is awesome, Chenchen, you are far behind."

"Go, let's talk about you. Why is it involving me again? I don't move around much, and I feel uncomfortable after eating too much."

"How can young people do this, tomorrow we will go for a run and exercise together, and I will take you with me."

"I want to run, I want to lose weight." Dodo yelled while jumping around, unwilling to be lonely.

After talking nonsense for a while, Zhao Wei returned to his side, took a shower and sat in front of the computer with only one desk lamp turned on.The page of the ancient sword game was flashing on the computer, but Zhao Wei was too lazy to play. He leaned his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to recall this beautiful night.

It was already early autumn, and the cool wind rushed in from the window, raising the light blue gauze curtain, and the crystal beads hanging at the door of the study collided lightly, making a clear and crisp sound.

Duoduo's cuteness, Zhao's mother's kindness, and everything about Zhao Chenxi began to make him obsessed. He didn't want to be just a passerby. He yearned for such an ordinary life, and he thought he could have it for a long time.

There was a knock on the door outside. Zhao Wei opened the door and saw that Zhao Chenxi was standing at the door holding a thin quilt.

"Zhao Wei, my mother said that it's getting cold, so I'm afraid you'll be cold, so I'll bring you a quilt."

Zhao Wei didn't say a word, didn't reach out to pick it up, but let him in.

Zhao Chenxi knew in his heart that this old man would definitely not make the bed by himself, so he could only go to the bedroom with the quilt in his arms.

Finding the quilt cover from the closet, Zhao Chenxi skillfully put the quilt on and flattened the four corners. Zhao Chenxi said to Zhao Wei at the door: "The quilt cover is a bit big, and it might run around. Go to the drawer in the study to find needles and threads." Come here, let me fix it.

"Zhao Chenxi, can you do it? Can you still do needlework?"

"Don't worship brother, brother is just a legend."

"It's still rumored, who did you learn to be so glib."

"It's not that you teach well."

"Teach your sister."

After finding the needle and thread, Zhao Wei handed it to Zhao Chenxi, and knelt on the bed with one leg to watch Zhao Chenxi thread the needle.

Zhao Chenxi used white cotton thread to fix the quilt cover and thin silk quilt covered with white calla lilies on the lake green background.

Zhao Wei stared at his face in fascination. The warm yellow light hit his dense eyelashes, curling up a strange halo and then casting shadows on the eyelids. He squinted slightly, and the eyelashes were like butterfly's. Flapping like wings, her deep eyes have become a flowing lake.

"Zhao Chenxi, are you sure you are a man?"

"Which muscle is wrong?"

"Fuck, you can cook, do laundry, and even do sewing. Even a woman may not be as good as you. I want to verify your integrity to see if you are a man." Zhao Wei said, and his big paws groped Zhao Chenxi's chest. Zhao Chenxi avoided him nervously, but a needle pricked her finger.

"Ah, it hurts so much." Zhao Chenxi was afraid of the pain and was dizzy. Seeing the bright red blood dripping from her fingertips, she suddenly felt her eyes go black.

When Zhao Wei saw that he pricked his finger, he felt that the needle had pierced his soft flesh. Without even thinking about it, he made a gesture that only appeared in romance TV dramas, and directly grabbed Zhao Chenxi's finger and stuffed it into his mouth.