Auxiliary super fierce

The three of them talked for a while in the room. Grandma said that she wanted to rest for a while, and Fang Chi came out with Wen Tu.Zuo Ting just entered the door, poured a glass of water and sat in the living room to rest, when she saw Fang Chi coming out of grandma's room, she couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Go out and eat." Fang Chi walked to the door without looking sideways, looked back at Wen Tu who had been following closely behind and smiled, "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." Wen Tu waited for Fang Chi to change his shoes, and then he walked over, put on his shoes, and followed him out the door.

He said he wanted to take Wentu to dinner, but there was really nothing delicious. Fang Chi grew up here, and was tired of eating everything around him, and he didn't think there was anything particularly delicious, let alone Wentu's taste. Probably different from his.

"Shall we eat hot pot?" Fang Chi said.

After all, hot pot can solve most problems.

"Okay." Wen Tu nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled his clothes.

Fang Chi remembered that there was a time-honored hot pot restaurant just around the corner. When he was studying, he often went to eat with his classmates. The boss liked to joke with them at that time, saying that anyone who ate his hot pot would be admitted to a big city. , let a few of them cheer.

I don't know if it's still the same boss.

Fang Chi walked in with Wen Tu and found an empty seat to sit down.It was mealtime right now, there was no need to turn on the air conditioner in the store, it was steaming everywhere, Fang Chi took off his coat as soon as he came in, Wen Tu didn't move, but pulled the hem of his clothes again.

"Hey," Fang Chi watched his movements and smiled, "There are fleas on my clothes, right?"

When going out, Fang Chi went to the closet to find a piece of clothing for Wen Tu. The little assistant was afraid of the cold, so he rushed over wearing only a team uniform jacket. Before going out, he turned his head and glanced at the weather outside the window. The words 'I'm going to die of cold' were pasted on his face.

Fang Chi also specially found the thickest coat.

"No." Wen Tu tugged again, then put his hands on his lap, looked at Fang Chi and said seriously, "It's a bit thick and uncomfortable."

"Can't you take off the team uniform and put it on again?" Fang Chi laughed, seeing Wen Tu's face suddenly enlightened, he smiled even more happily.

It was Fang Late when it was time to adjust the sauce at the end, it was really hard for Wen Tu to get up in that dress.

After dinner, the two walked home while strolling.It was completely dark, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased. Occasionally, there was a child holding his father's hand, acting coquettishly and wanting to hug, and the two of them just smiled when they saw it.

Entering the community and going downstairs, Wen Tu suddenly stopped. The elevator arrived at the first floor just at this time. Fang Chi walked in and looked at Wen Tu with some doubts: "Stayed again?"

"Ah." Wen Tu responded dryly, followed into the elevator, and Wen Tu didn't say anything until he reached the floor.

Zuo Ting and Fang Zaidong knew that Fang Chi was back, so they both went back to the room early and did not come out, and Fang Zao never showed up, probably because they didn't know that Fang Chi brought Wen Tu back, or knew that Wen Tu was here, so they had no face to come out.

Anyway, Fang Chi was quite happy when he couldn't see them.

He took out a quilt from the cabinet, covered it with a quilt, and asked, "Do you sleep inside or outside?"

Fang Chi's bed was against the wall.

"I'll sleep with you." Wen Tu said softly, not like a question, but more like a soft sigh.

"Otherwise, do you still want to sleep on the sofa?" Fang Chi said, throwing the quilt on the inside, "If you don't answer, you will sleep on it by default."

Wen Tu nodded.

There were new toiletries at home, so Fang Chi directly dismantled a set and handed it to Wen Tu, asking him to wash up first, and then came out to prepare a change of pajamas and new underwear while he was washing up.

Wen Tu was quite uncomfortable when he took these things, but Fang Chi didn't care.

When Fang Chi finished washing and came out, Wen Tu was already lying on his side, flat on his back, with his hands clasped outside the quilt, his eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling without blinking.

"Are you going to get up in the middle of the night?" Fang Chi smiled when he saw Wen Tu's posture when he came out, "Have you never stayed at someone else's house?"

"Yeah." Wen Tu's eyeballs moved, but he admitted it quite frankly, "I have my own family."

"What a coincidence?" Fang Chi smiled and lifted the quilt and got into bed, "I also have a home."

Wen Tu shrunk down, buried half of his face in the quilt, and quietly rolled his eyes.

"Where do you want to go tomorrow?" Fang Chi leaned against the head of the bed, thinking carefully, "We don't seem to have much fun here either."

"Just stay at home." Wen Tu yawned, maybe because he was too tired today, he was sleepy early, "I don't want to go out."

"That's right," Fang Chi said, "turning around, Yi Fan asked, where did we go to play, and I told him that we didn't go anywhere, and just slept at home for several days, waiting for the prince to defeat the witch and come to save us." .”

Wen Tu closed his eyes and smiled: "Sleeping Beauty?"

"Sleeping prince." Fang Chi also smiled and lay down.

"Will the prince save the prince?" Wen Tu was in a daze, and the ending of the last few words was somewhat vague, "Then... what should I do when we kiss for the last time..."

Fang Chi didn't answer for a while.

He lay quietly until Wen Tu's breathing became steady and long, then he touched his phone from the side and checked Weibo.

On weekdays, people who get chicken blood at night go to bed early, but people who become unconscious when they touch the pillow don't fall asleep for a long time.

Wen Tu is really thoughtful.

Fang Chi thought while swiping Weibo.

The bed was not big, and it was difficult to turn over after stacking two quilts. Fang Chi put on another quilt because he was afraid that Wen Tu would not sleep well. Thinking about it now, it made him feel more relaxed.

He thought of the hug in the afternoon for no reason, Wen Tu pressed his head hard with one hand, stammered, and unconsciously pulled his hair with the other hand.

Perhaps unintentionally.

But that one inexplicably made Fang Chi's heart beat faster.

These are some strange fetishes.

Fang Chi turned off his phone, turned over, and fell asleep with his back to Wen Tu.

Wen Tu woke up first the next day.

He sat up and stared at the unfamiliar environment around him for a moment before remembering where he was.

After waking up for a while, Wen Tu writhed his hands and got out of bed. After washing, he went outside and found that Fang Chi's parents and elder brother were not at home. Grandma was sitting in the living room with her eyes closed, covered with a blanket. Thin blanket.

There was a radio on the coffee table, and it played something softly, I don't know if it was Sichuan opera or Peking opera, Wen Tu didn't quite understand it.

He hesitated again and again, and finally walked over and called softly, "Grandma, good morning."

Grandma opened her eyes and smiled gently: "Good morning."

"Has grandma had breakfast?" Wen Tu looked at grandma's smile and became nervous again. He took a deep breath and tried not to stutter.

"No, wait for Fang to get up later." Grandma said, "He hasn't woken up yet? I'll go and wake him up."

"He's still sleeping," Wen Tu said tentatively, "I can do it, can you let me do it?"