Wealthy wolf dog

Ling Ziqing stayed at Ji's mansion for one night under the forceful invitation of Ji's family.

This is the first time.

He is not a person who likes change and feels awkward.He thought that the awkwardness would last all night, and finally let the regret spread to the box of baked tofu, and confessed: he should eat less.

Fortunately, Ji's house is big, so it's not a big deal to live with him alone.

Mrs. Ji wanted to take him to choose a room, "Ziqing, do you prefer the first floor or the second floor..."

"Mom!" Ji Xiayang jumped out suddenly and took the initiative to take over the work, "Mom, I'll just pick the tape."

Mrs. Ji looked suspiciously, "Why are you so obedient today?"

"I want to help you!"

"But……"

"The TV show is about to start."

"Ok."

Ji Xiayang coaxed Mrs. Ji away, and when she turned her head to look at Ling Ziqing, she smiled brightly.

Ling Ziqing felt it was a fraud, "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Just live next door to my room."

"It's all right."

"Hey, you promised so readily."

"It doesn't matter where you live."

Ling Ziqing really thinks so.He just wanted to quickly choose a room, wash and rest, wake up to a sunny day after sleeping, get in the car and return safely to his undisturbed and free nest.

Ji Xiayang was overjoyed, and her steps were cheerful and bouncing, "The room next door is pretty good, and the style is... er, old age?"

Ji Xiayang opened the door and made a strange comment when he saw the decoration and layout inside.

Ling Ziqing took a look and knew that Ji Xiayang disliked the boring wooden furniture and decorative calligraphy and paintings, "This is the new Chinese style."

"I don't know. Most of the guest rooms are like this."

"Are there any differences?"

"Yes, the children's room. How about we pitch a tent together?"

"..."

Ling Ziqing shook his head quickly, afraid that Ji Xiayang would really drag him to the children's room.

Ji Xiayang walked in first, went to the bathroom to check, and said, "All the toiletries are inside, and you can wear my clothes. Don't worry, I will give you new clothes that you haven't worn."

Ling Ziqing didn't mind wearing old clothes, only one thing, "Don't have cartoon patterns printed on them."

Ji Xiayang's smile faded a little, "Okay, I'll look for it. You sit down first."

Ling Ziqing didn't sit down, and walked to the window to look outside.

It was still raining outside, and the rain curtain shone under the illumination of lawn lights and outdoor lights, reflecting the dark night with a mysterious and quiet beauty.

Ji's house is indeed a quiet place.Mrs. Ji likes to be quiet, so Mr. Ji chose a house in the suburbs as his residence.Surrounded by natural beauty, good air, not disturbed by the noise of the city and not far away from the desert, it is very livable.

Ling Ziqing thought of his hometown.His real place of birth was the country.The same is true in the countryside, where there are many trees and few people, and the next rain will cover the woods with a misty veil.

Ling Ziqing thought of his hometown, and the awkward feeling of disturbing others finally faded away.

"Wow." Ji Xiayang came back suddenly, surprised, "Why are you standing by the window blowing air!"

"I'm not cold."

"It's neither cold nor blown."

Ji Xiayang worried about dragging him back, and took the quilt to wrap him.

Ling Ziqing refused, "I ran outside all day today, and my clothes are not clean."

Ji Xiayang was stunned for a moment, and said with emotion, "No wonder my parents like you so much."

Ling Ziqing looked at the beige sweater that Ji Xiayang brought, checked it again and found that there were no patterns or decorations on the wool ball, he was satisfied, "Thank you, I will return it to you when I wash it later."

"No, I'm not suitable for this kind of clothes."

"Because it's not cute enough?"

Ji Xiayang shook his head and said seriously, "Because I can't dress it cutely."

Ling Ziqing glanced at the beige sweater in his hand, he really couldn't associate it with cuteness.He suspected that there were some details that he hadn't noticed, looked it over and over again, and found that it was indeed an ordinary sweater.

Ji Xiayang saw through his mind, "There is really no pattern, don't look at it. If you want, I can give you another one."

"No thanks."

"Aren't you tired of always saying thank you? We're friends, so you're welcome."

"You go, I want to sleep."

"..."

Ji Xiayang didn't expect him to be so impolite, he said aggrievedly: "Okay, good night! Just shout if you have anything to do."

Ling Ziqing thanked him and sent Ji Xiayang out of the room.He found other daily necessities in the bathroom, and after taking a shower, he felt as if the last trace of sickness tortured by the stomach pain had been washed away, and he felt much refreshed.

He changed into the sweater Ji Xiayang gave him, but felt that the style was too loose and the sleeves were a bit long.He wanted to roll up his sleeves, but found that no matter what method he used, the soft sleeves would slide down his skin.

Is the shower gel just now too smooth?

Ling Ziqing was puzzled, tried various methods but still couldn't roll up his sleeves.

Boom.There was a knock on the door.

Ling Ziqing opened the door and saw Ji Xiayang smiling.

When Ji Xiayang saw him, his eyes lit up, "It suits you very well!"

Ling Ziqing frowned.

Why does he feel that Ji Xiayang's smile is a little... bad?

Ji Xiayang didn't have any bad intentions.

He just thought Ling Ziqing looked very cute, so he couldn't help laughing.

Ling Ziqing just took a shower, his cheeks were a little red, his eyes were a little wet, he was wearing a big beige fluffy sweater, his hands couldn't be stretched out from the long sleeves, and he couldn't move slowly.

No hands, shaking sleeves.

It's just so cute!

However, Ling Ziqing couldn't understand why he was smiling so much, and asked with a frown, "Really?"

Ji Xiayang smiled even more happily.

This confused little nasal voice is also super cute!Why does Ziqing usually deliberately lower his voice and pretend to be deep.

Ji Xiayang felt that Ling Ziqing was more natural and relaxed at this time, so he became more casual, "Yeah, don't always wear formal clothes, why not change into casual clothes. Wait, the shirt is also very good, elegant and white..."

As he talked, he wanted to walk into Ling Ziqing's room.

Ling Ziqing raised his hand to stop him, "Is there anything you can do for me?"

Ji Xiayang suddenly calmed down, depressed.

Alas, Ziqing, who has changed into casual clothes, is still so defensive.

"Come and see you. Do you still have a stomachache? Have you taken your medicine?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, eat it."

"Oh... do you need anything else?"

"Need sleep."

Ji Xiayang was stunned, and could only say, "Okay, you rest. Good night."

Ling Ziqing returned a faint smile, "Well, good night really this time."

It seemed that he didn't want to see him anymore.

Ji Xiayang observed for more than a month and fully understood how bluffing Ling Ziqing's fake smile was.She has a pretty face, and when she smiles, people feel "wow, so pretty", so they can't notice that the eyes are not curved.

Ling Ziqing was really happy, and when she smiled, her brows and eyes were crooked, and her eyes were like water.

Such as today when eating baked tofu.

Ji Xiayang didn't bother him any more, and stepped back to let Ling Ziqing close the door.He stared at the closed door for two seconds, sighed, and turned his head to go downstairs to find something to eat to comfort himself.

He was flipping through the refrigerator when he suddenly heard a sentence explode in his ear, "Are you hungry again?"

"Ah!" Ji Xiayang was taken aback, and he was relieved when he turned around and found that it was his mother, "Mom, why are you making no sound when you walk?"

Mom laughed, "Sound! It's because you made too much noise when you turned over the refrigerator, and it was covered."

"Are you hungry too?"

"No, I want a cup of milk. Do you want it?"

Ji Xiayang picked out a popsicle, "No, I'll just eat this."

"It's not good to eat this at night."

"It's only 9 o'clock, so it's early."

"Good boys are getting ready for bed."

"Such as Ziqing?"

Mom glanced upstairs, "It turns out that Ziqing is already asleep... Poor child."

Seeing his mother's distressed expression, Ji Xiayang panicked, "Mom, do you recognize Ziqing as a godson?"

His mother especially likes to be someone else's godmother, and recognizes each other when she sees one.Mengxi is a goddaughter, Wei Chengmin and Wei Chengwei are godsons, and even the classmates he brought home once received full love and care, and after a few hours, they called each godmother smoothly.

Others don't care, so he doesn't want to be brothers with Ling Ziqing.

Seeing that he was so frightened that he didn't even eat the popsicle, his mother chuckled, "Are you still jealous at such an age? Be good, you are the only one who is the most precious mother."

"Did you admit it?"

"No."

Ji Xiayang breathed a sigh of relief, bit off the tip of the popsicle and chewed it loudly.

Mom didn't finish, "Your dad told me to put it away in front of Ziqing."

Ji Xiayang didn't expect this to be the reason, and he was stunned, "Huh? My dad? Doesn't he like Ziqing?"

"I like it, so I don't want to embarrass Ziqing."

"Why is it difficult to recognize a godmother?"

Mother paused with the spoon stirring the milk, closed the kitchen door, and said, "Because Ziqing is a single-parent family."

Ji Xiayang was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Mom sighed before continuing, "Ziqing's mother worked hard to bring up the child, and I didn't do anything, so I joined in as a godmother...I'm sorry, Ziqing will feel strange too, right?"

Ji Xiayang was dumbfounded when he heard the first sentence, and forgot to eat the popsicle.

Seeing his dumbfounded appearance, mother shook her head, "You really don't know."

Ji Xiayang thought he knew Ling Ziqing a little bit, but he didn't expect to find out even the most basic information.Depressed, he randomly bit the popsicle into several pieces and stuffed them into his mouth, the result was so cold and bulging that he almost spat it out.

"What are you doing!" Mom couldn't laugh or cry, and brought a trash can for him to spit out.

Ji Xiayang vomited directly into the sink, and when the faucet was turned on to flush it away, he said, "Ziqing didn't mention it... doesn't he want others to know?"

"No, I won't take the initiative to mention it."

"Oh……"

Seeing that he was still in a daze, his mother told him: "Don't question Ziqing's father blindly, and don't feel sorry for him and treat him differently. What was before is the same as now, do you understand?"

Ji Xiayang struggled, "But I just feel sorry for him."

"Then give him a raise."

"..."

Ji Xiayang didn't understand how the topic got here, so he looked at his mother in doubt.

Mom noticed that he wasn't smiling, and drooped the corners of her mouth, "Am I wrong? You can't comfort people, and you're not gentle and considerate. A salary increase is the only thing you can do."

Ji Xiayang scowled, "Mom, am I that bad?"

"Don't you just want me to coax you now?"

"..."

Ji Xiayang couldn't refute at all, and bowed his head in frustration.

Mom also said that she was tired, and patted him on the shoulder to show him the way, "You really want to be nice to Ziqing, get a raise, and just go to work without causing trouble. I'm going upstairs, and I have to plant flowers with your dad tomorrow... Good night. "

Ji Xiayang waved his hand weakly, still thinking about the ruthless evaluation he just heard.

Not gentle, not careful, not considerate.

Nothing but money.

Ji Xiayang was so worried that he went back to his room and lay on the bed for a long time without feeling sleepy.He simply got up to play the game. After playing for a while, he suddenly heard footsteps outside, and subconsciously raised his hand to turn off the monitor and lamp.

No way, parents are used to it.

He listened carefully to the sounds outside, and found that it wasn't the parents' room far away, but the opening and closing of the door next door.

Next door is Ling Ziqing's room.

Ji Xiayang regained his energy immediately, and tiptoed to the door.He pressed against the door but couldn't hear anything, so he slowly opened the door a crack, and caught a glimpse of Ling Ziqing coming downstairs.

"Is Ziqing hungry?" Ji Xiayang suddenly imagined the harmonious picture of them eating supper together.

There is supper and Ziqing.

What games are you playing?Duck!

Ji Xiayang looked in the mirror, confirmed that he looked okay, and then went downstairs.

Ling Ziqing was standing in the kitchen.The soft beige sweater was pale by the light, she lowered her head slightly, revealing her slender neck, and raised her arms to wrap her arms around her loose sleeves, making her look thinner.

Ji Xiayang felt uncomfortable when he saw it.

Ziqing looks thinner in this dress, so cute.

In the past, he thought Ling Ziqing was pretty, so he couldn't help looking at it for a while.Now, this kind of beauty has a hint of fragility and helplessness. He still can't move his eyes, but his heart aches.

Ling Ziqing heard his footsteps and looked over.

"It's me." Afraid of scaring Ling Ziqing, Ji Xiayang said softly, "Xia Yang."

Ling Ziqing squeezed out a tired smile, "You haven't slept yet."

"Are you thirsty?"

"Well, I want to drink hot water."

"Oh, the cup is here."

Ji Xiayang remembered the place where her mother took the milk cup, and gave Ling Ziqing a glass from there.

Ling Ziqing took it, made a glass of warm water and drank it with both hands.

With downcast eyes, he sipped his drink, very well-behaved.

Ji Xiayang stared straight at it for a while, and then suddenly realized, "Do you want to drink milk? Warm milk helps you sleep."

Ling Ziqing looked at him, thinking another way, "Do you want to drink? I can heat it up for you."

Why did you become taking care of him again?

Ji Xiayang was puzzled, and explained: "I don't want to drink, I just see that you are not feeling well, and I want to help."

Ling Ziqing raised that tired pale smile again, "Thank you."

Ji Xiayang became more and more worried, "What's wrong with you? Does your stomach hurt again?"

"No. Just woke up suddenly."

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"That's it."

"Not afraid, not afraid, it's all fake."

Ji Xiayang walked up, hugged Ling Ziqing and patted his back to comfort him.

Ling Ziqing shook but did not struggle, he held the water glass tightly and said softly, "Thank you."

"Thank you. You don't have to be so polite among friends!"

"friend?"

Ling Ziqing muttered something, and the small ending sound was full of doubts.

Ji Xiayang didn't notice it, and smirked, "Yes, we are friends, right?"

"En." Ling Ziqing responded, relaxing his fingers and not holding the water glass too hard.

"What nightmare did you have?"

"Can't wait for the car."

"Huh? At work?"

"When I was a child."

Ling Ziqing replied in a low voice.

Ji Xiayang lowered his head to listen hard, and when he heard it when he was a child, he felt that he understood, "Are you afraid of being late for school? I also had this kind of nightmare. I obviously didn't wake up, but in the dream I brushed my teeth and washed my face as usual, put on clothes and went out, and then ..."

He was nagging, trying to get Ling Ziqing's attention from the nightmare to reality.

Ling Ziqing just looked down at the empty water glass in his hand, without speaking.

Is this sleepy?Ji Xiayang stopped, retracted his arms around his shoulders and asked carefully: "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Ling Ziqing looked up at him, and went to the side to get another glass of water.

"No, let's talk again."

The author has something to say: Xiaogong is more than just cute hahaha