After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Yinuo couldn't say the three words "I don't like" no matter what.

The person in front of him was the only one who made his heart beat faster in the darkness of his two lifetimes.

Although after his identity changed from brother to boyfriend, Fu Jincheng became more rogue and more difficult to deal with than before in many things.

Wen Yinuo still likes it.

This love increases rather than decreases with every little bit in our daily life.

After the prairie fire spreads, it burns more and more fiercely.

But now, he can't even say the word "like".

I'm not shy, I'm just angry.

Fu Jincheng had just seduced me when I was drunk the night before, and except for the last step, every part of my body was taken by him.

Now, not only does he not have any genuine reflection on his actions, he is also shamelessly complacent.

Do you really think he has no temper at all?

The definitive answer is no, at least not now.

"Xiaobao? Nuonuo? Why don't you answer me?" Fu Jincheng hugged Wen Yinuo tighter, with a satisfied smile in his tone, "Oh~ I understand."

"Is Xiaobao shy now?"

Wen Yinuo shrunk back into the quilt for a long distance before answering in a muffled voice:

"…You just say that without thinking. Have you said this to others many times?"

Fu Jincheng cried out that he was wronged, and peeled Wen Yinuo out of the cocoon in the quilt, and put his forehead close to the boy affectionately:

“It’s so unfair.”

"God knows, I was so busy before that I wished I could turn the 24 hours into 48 hours."

"There's no time to think about anything else."

Wen Yinuo: "No time... Does that mean I will think about it when I have time?"

"That's even more unfair." Fu Jincheng kissed the corner of Wen Yinuo's eye, "Whenever I have time, I spend it thinking about Xiaobao."

During those years, when he had to smell the smoke of gunpowder every day, the only comfort that held him back was that Wen Yinuo was still alive.

Even at that time, due to the intervention of the Gu family, no news of Wen Yinuo had disappeared.

"You said you don't have time." Wen Yinuo turned his head away.

"Because compared to subjective feelings without evidence, I want to tell you from an objective perspective." Fu Jincheng's eyebrows were full of gentleness that didn't match his appearance. "From the beginning to the end, Wen Yinuo was the only one I cared about."

Two lives.

This is all the case.

"Grumpy."

Wen Yinuo muttered softly.

But her hands consciously hugged Fu Jincheng back.

This time, Fu Jincheng didn't tease the boy again.

The two of them stayed together for a while before getting up one after another.

The feeling was not so obvious when he was lying down, but when he stood up, Wen Yinuo discovered that not only was his thigh root a little painful, but it was also soft.

Wen Yinuo glared angrily at the young man who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window answering the phone, and moved towards the bathroom step by step.

He had only taken two steps when he was picked up by Fu Jincheng who had just finished answering the phone.

"What are you doing!"

"Aren't your legs weak?" Fu Jincheng said calmly and naturally, "I'll carry you over."

Wen Yinuo: ...

His legs are weak because of whom! Because of whom!

It’s all because of Fu Jincheng!

After washing up, Wen Yinuo firmly refused Fu Jincheng's attempt to continue carrying him to the dining room.

He was determined not to let the culprit who caused his weak legs take advantage of him!

He wants to boycott!

After taking only two steps, Wen Yinuo stopped at the staircase door.

"Brother." The boy looked at Fu Jincheng who was standing beside him, "Carry me down."

Fu Jincheng couldn't suppress the smile of pride.

As soon as he picked up Wen Yinuo, he grabbed the only soft flesh on his waist and turned it 360 degrees.

Fu Jincheng took a breath of cold air:

"Hiss! It hurts! Xiaobao, I was really wrong! I promise I won't do this again next time!"

Wen Yinuo: ???

"Do you want a next time?"

Fu Jincheng knew what to do and shut up.

If you don't show any tact at this moment, you'll be kicked out of the bedroom.

For the next half day, one night, and the next morning, Fu Jincheng was very quiet.

Specifically, he would do whatever Wen Yinuo said and would never say anything mean to tease the teenagers.

This lasted until Wen Yinuo woke up from his nap. Seeing that he was still looking so cold, Fu Jincheng really couldn't sit still anymore.

"Xiaobao." He held the laptop and moved to Wen Yinuo's side pitifully, "I won't do this next time."

"Look, I even prepared a PPT for my apology."

Wen Yinuo raised his eyes slightly and looked at the computer in Fu Jincheng's hand.

What caught my eye was a huge title:

"On Self-Reflection after **".

Wen Yinuo: ...

It’s better not to make this PPT.

Fu Jincheng didn't think there was anything wrong with the title and continued scrolling down.

The first three pages are all normal.

When he reached the fourth page, Wen Yinuo only took a glance and immediately looked away.

What's written there?

It's a guaranteed PPT, and it's almost like a pornographic article!

"Brother, how could you have the nerve to write that?" Wen Yinuo asked in a low voice.

He has no face to look at it!

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Fu Jincheng, whose face was eight hundred times thicker than Wen Yinuo's, said calmly, "This computer is my personal computer. There is no possibility that every word in it will be leaked."

"Besides, there is nothing to be embarrassed about writing about what happened."

"My mother taught us when we were young that we should record what happened truthfully."

"I just listened to my mother."

Wen Yinuo once again refreshed his perception of Fu Jincheng's thickness of skin.

Wen Jian has emphasized to them more than once that they should be realistic in doing anything.

But is that what it is used for?

Fu Jincheng is still saying:

"From now on, every time Xiaobao ignores me, I will make a PPT to admit my mistake."

"To guarantee it."

Wen Yinuo was numb:

"Brother, this is not a promise, this is a threat."

Fu Jincheng actively implemented the first point on the first page of the PPT:

Whatever Wen Yinuo said was right.

"Whatever you say is what it is." He put down the computer and hugged Wen Yinuo.

Like a large dog looking at its owner, he looked at Wen Yinuo with a coquettish look:

"Xiaobao, can you pay attention to me now?"

Wen Yinuo's ears turned red, and he avoided Fu Jincheng's burning gaze:

"...Just stop being so dishonest."

Fu Jincheng chuckled and didn't answer.

Wen Yinuo is always so cute when he looks shy and serious.

He knew that when facing his sweetheart, he was not a gentleman but a naked hooligan.

As a veteran gangster, Fu Jincheng would never make any promises on something he was not sure of, so as to slap himself in the face.

However, such rogue thoughts cannot be told to Wen Yinuo who just gave in.

He looked at the boy whose earlobes were slightly red and whose profile was outlined in light gold by the gentle sunlight, and asked earnestly:

"Xiaobao, now that you've paid attention to me, can you accompany me to another place?"

All the hooligan deeds that Fu Jincheng had done since he was a child emerged in his mind.

Wen Yinuo's vigilance was raised to the highest level:

"I will never touch any alcohol again!"

"It's not that." Fu Jincheng resisted the urge to laugh, "I want Xiaobao to accompany me to a place."