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49.

I stood at the door, barely blocking his line of sight (he is taller than me), and laughed awkwardly, "I'm not too scared now", and I was about to secretly put my withdrawn hand on the doorknob again, "Thank you You... want to—" Before I finished speaking, the b of the word "no" was halfway out of my mouth, my hand almost touched the handle, and his arm was held, and he squeezed into the entrance, "You don't want to Drive me away?" There was a bit of grievance in his tone. "I..." I didn't dare to speak easily, watching him look around the room.Oh, it's time to grow up, I didn't laugh this time.

"Look, I came all the way to comfort you, worried that you wouldn't dare to sleep by yourself, would you let me go cruelly?" God, listen to this tone, what kind of beast am I!

"I'll get you shoes!"

50.

"Is there any tea?" he asked.I went to make a cup.

"Do you have pajamas?" he asked again.I went to the wardrobe at the speed of light and found him a new set of casual clothes.

"Where can I sleep without a guest room?"

"Hey, did you really just finish the decoration?"

"Leave an excellent designer like me unused, why bother?"

...

"Hey, don't you use the massage chair? It hasn't been unpacked yet!"

"Your house is so small that you don't even have a guest room. Do I sleep in the master bedroom?"

After being tossed about and attacked verbally, I was a little annoyed.I vaguely remembered that things should not have developed like this.

Obviously I was angry, he came to coax me.Why am I so smooth when I'm yelled at?

"Qi! Name!" I gritted my teeth and threw a pillow over.He began to sell miserably again, "Baby, do you really have the heart to murder a sincere man who races for you for a few kilometers?"

? ? ? ?What did he call me?Ah ah ah baby what, what baby?Think about it, a man with a bad tongue, a good-looking man with a bad tongue, the feeling of acting like a baby and talking softly in front of you at this moment.I can't.No, I can do it, I can do it right now.

cough.On the face of seriousness, seriousness. "Your uncle's baby! Don't bark like a male peacock with its tail open"

"No barking, I call my cat baby, you love to blow hair like my cat, you are also baby"

! ! !A real man can't accept such an unmanly title as baby!No wonder!

I am speechless.Anyway, my face was hot and I was in a panic.So I turned off the light with a "snap", turned and went back to the bedroom.Quietly left a sentence "you sleep on the sofa".

51.

tossing and turning.

That’s why I like people like this, I will always think about him, what he has said, what he has done, and what he has done for me.Then I must like him.

But this progress will not be a little fast.

Born in sorrow, died in peace.Bah, melancholy gave me motivation. In the debate between how much I like him and whether he likes me, I listed the chapters of the new article on my mobile phone.I feel that if I am in love now, I can write it to the end now.

The power of love, you know.

Oh, I miss him.Wanted to sneak out of the bedroom to take a look at him.

So I went.

52.

At that time, he was hurried and shy when he went back to the house, and he forgot to leave a quilt for him. Now he is covered with his small suit, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep on the sofa.He wore my casual clothes and was short, showing a section of his calf.In addition, the room is extremely small, and the sofa placed there is indeed wronged for his height of 180+.And with this pretty face and the slightly raised eyelashes with closed eyes, my heart is full of warmth and a little sour.

I don't know what is sour, maybe it's because I think this man is not mine yet, but I already like him so much, so it's sour.

It's really troublesome to like it.Care about what the other person thinks.I care to death.

I lightly turned back to find a thin blanket, carefully hung the suit aside, and tucked the blanket for him.

53.

early morning.

A good schedule enabled me to open my eyes on time at 48:[-].The male god who arrived home flew early.There are a few steamed buns and soy milk on the coffee table, and the blankets on the sofa are neatly folded.And a note:

And work, I don't know what time you will sleep until.I bought breakfast, and if it’s cold, I’ll eat it warm up.Call me anytime if you have anything to do, and I rarely check WeChat when I am working.

Look, this beautiful word.Look, these warm words.Look at this damn man.

very nice.

After thinking about it, I still said something to him on WeChat: Wake up, thank you.

Unexpectedly, I received a reply soon, almost in seconds: No need to say thank you, just calm down.

Then he suddenly called, "Didn't you agree to make a call?" "I'm afraid it will affect your work."

"But I'm thinking of you."