A Serious Person Who Writes A Diary

There is no smell of alcohol on his body, but his brain is still heavy and he have no strength. Wen Xia woke up and collapsed in bed for a long time before getting up.

Wen Xia brushed his teeth and looked back on last night. He didn’t get as drunk, at least he didn’t lost his memories. He remembered what he did last night. After the resumption, he spits out with confidence, so he didn’t do anything shameful in front of Lin Fengqi.

He tidied up his thoughts and didn’t expose himself in front of Lin Fengqi last night. That’s good.

Lin Fengqi got up earlier than him. After he got up, Ah Mo was ordered back to his room temporarily by Lin Fengqi. He opened the door and let Wen Dage out for a stroll.

There was a smell of baked bread in the room. The little robot also had the function of sweeping the floor. When Wen Xia walked by, it stopped. Its mechanical eyes glowed red: “Please get out of the way, please get out of the way, I can’t walk.”

Wen Xia, get out of the way and then stretch your legs to stop it when it’s about to pass.

One person and one machine had a wonderful time, and even Wen Dage came to join in the fun and curiously pulled it.

Lin Fengqi was beside him for a long time, unconsciously biting his lips, and then he said aloud, “Wanna eat breakfast?”

Wen Xia: “Eat.”

Wen Xia touched his nose when he sat down, thinking that the principle of “non-interference and keeping boundaries” that he had mentioned at the beginning seemed to have never been observed several times. It all turned into angry words

Lin Fengqi baked a few slices of bread, fried two eggs, one for each person, and made Wen Xia a cup of hot milk.

He said nothing, sat down and quietly began to eat breakfast.

Wen Xia didn’t speak. Lin Fengqi couldn’t hold back. He struggled with the bookshelf and diary all night, and almost lost sleep: “You came into my room yesterday?”

“Yes,” Wen Xia knew he was going to ask this question. He was in a state of being shocked by his diary yesterday, and he was in a hurry when he put the book back. Lin Fengqi, a well-organized person, must have found that things had been touched.

“I got up late yesterday, and Ah Mo made trouble in your room, and things fell all over the floor. I will help you clean up.”

“… thank you,” Lin Fengqi tentatively asked, “that you didn’t …”

“Huh?” Wen Xia pretends not to understand.

Lin Fengqi spat out his breath gently, and he didn’t know whether he was relieved or gave up: “Nothing.”

“I hate it when someone stopped talking in the middle.” Wen Xia said.

The man paused with no expression on his face, but his hand holding the coffee cup moved uneasily.

Finally, he said, “I’m sorry.”

Wen Xia asked, “What is this apology for?”

Wen Xia asked but Lin Fengqi can’t answer at the moment. Wen Xia took used up all of his patience, slowly gnawing at a piece of bread, with a posture of “say it”.

There was only the sound of Wen Xia eating in the dining room. After a while, Lin Fengqi got up and said, “A lot of things.”

“Like what?” Wen Xia asked again.

“I … made you angry,” Lin Fengqi rubbed his forefinger on coffee cup. In a low voice he said, “many times.”

Lin Fengqi looked at him, trying to be careful. He looked at him with those clear eyes.

Wen Xia saw some resemblance That’s how Ah Mo looks when he acts like a spoiled brat.

Suddenly, he was scalded by those eyes, he quickly lowered his eyes. Wen Xia listened to his slightly accelerated heartbeat, and still pretended to cut the fried eggs on the plate as if nothing had happened: “How do I know what it is when you say it in such a general way? I have never seen such an apology.”

“I …”

Wen Xia secretly looked up and caught Lin Fengqi’s frustration and annoyance that flashed on his face, and even his ears turned red.

How did he not Lin Fengqi is like this?

How strange and lovely …

Wen Xia thought of Lin Fengqi’s “husband” was blown away by the wind last night, and suddenly felt his ears burning. Wen Xia couldn’t help but raise his cool hand and quickly pinch his earlobe in an attempt to cool down.

He steadied his mind and whispered in an audible voice: “Anyway, I know that our relationship is just a money transaction. You hated me from the beginning, I understand.”

After he finished, Wen Xia waited for Lin Fengqi’s reaction.

Sure enough, the coffee cup in Lin Fengqi’s hand shook suddenly, and dark coffee stains splashed out of the cup and fell on the tablecloth and his clothes.

He was oblivious to it, staring blankly at Wen Xia.

Wen Xia once saw his eyes tremble.

Lin Fengqi stayed like a petrified person for a moment, and his voice seemed to be unstable: “What do you mean by I hate you?”

“Isn’t it?” Wen Xia ate the last fried egg, looked up at him and said, “What else, like me?”

Lin Fengqi’s eyes trembled again.

Lin Fengqi only knows that he doesn’t talk, and he is always making Wen “Xia angry, but he never thought that he thought he hated him there!

He put down his glass, frowned and said anxiously, “I never said I hated you.”

Wen Xia: “You don’t need to say these words. You can’t hide it your eyes when you hate someone.”

Lin Fengqi: “…”

After eating and drinking enough, Wen Xia got up and said, “I’m full. I’ll go to work first.” Oh, yes, anyway, thank you for picking me up yesterday. I will transfer the gas fee to you. Remember to collect it this time. ”

He hadn’t gone two steps when footsteps suddenly caught up behind him, and then his wrist was caught.

Wen Xia turned his head and fixed his eyes on Lin Fengqi. The man took a deep breath as if he were doing some psychological construction: “Wen Xia, I …”

Wen Xia’s heart beat faster, but he still pretended to be puzzled on the surface: “What’s the matter?”

Lin Fengqi: “… hmm.”

Wenxia: “Oh, tell me.”

Wen Xia waited patiently for more than ten seconds, and finally saw his mouth move-

“… Today, the weather is not very good,” Lin Fengqi said dryly. “Remember to bring an umbrella.”

Wen Xia: “…”

Wen Xia turned her eyes to the crisp autumn outside.

Wen Xia: “?”

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