My CP must be sweet!

Inside the house, the wall-mounted air conditioner was humming, and a few beams of sunlight jumped in through the cracks in the curtains that were blown up by the wind, and sprinkled on the corner of the bed.

Wenger was woken up by the kiss. In his sleep, he felt a familiar warmth from the corner of his mouth, so his body reflexively approached that warmth.The shallow kiss gradually deepened after he approached actively, and Wenger reluctantly opened his eyes until he felt that the breath in his lungs was getting thinner and thinner.

"Morning." Seeing that he woke up, Miyazawa moved away from his lips, leaned over Wenger's head, and smiled softly.

"Morning." Wenger replied in a daze, then got under the bed again, rubbed his face against Miyazawa's chest, closed his eyes and said, "I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll make breakfast." Miyazawa turned over and lay back on the other side, rubbing Wenger's soft messy hair, and asked, "What about you? Sleep a little longer or get up?"

Wenger yawned and sat up: "Get up, I want to be with you."

"Okay." Miyazawa couldn't restrain the smile on his face, and couldn't help but kissed again.

The two walked to the bathroom together. Wenger was stunned for a moment when he saw a few abrupt cameras in the corner of the sink, and then realized that they were recording a program, and remembered his bold move when he was on the bed just now. , a little ashamed.

Miyazawa noticed his strangeness, squeezed his face, handed him the toothbrush, hugged him from behind, asked with a smirk, "Are you shy?"

Wenger's ears turned red, and he pushed the person away with an elbow, brushing his teeth without speaking.

After washing up, the two of them went downstairs together. While Miyazawa was preparing breakfast, Wenger counted, and there were a total of more than a dozen hidden cameras upstairs and downstairs. The feeling that his every move was being monitored by others made him feel All kinds of discomfort, the only good thing is that the program group only installed a few machines, and did not install strangers in their home.

The program they participated in was called "The Way of Getting Along", an old-fashioned variety show on Apple TV, and it had a good reputation. It was a program to observe how couples get along.The invited guests include amateur couples who have been married for more than ten years, as well as celebrity couples who are newlyweds and honeymoons. By observing the way different couples get along, we will discuss the ideal relationship between husband and wife.The program does not have fixed guests, a couple every week, 48 hours of follow-up shooting.

At this time, it has been a year since Miyazawa and Wenger made their relationship public. After a year of digestion, the public has gradually accepted the relationship between the two.They have now become the idols of the gay community in China, and more and more people have bravely stood up to fight for their own rights. Through everyone's efforts, the acceptance of homosexuality in society has gradually increased.Under this trend, more and more people are curious about how gay people get along in private. After getting to know about "The Way of Getting Along", I wanted to invite Miyazawa and Wenger to the last episode of the show. Since the show started, they I have invited countless heterosexual couples, but same-sex couples have never been invited. A year ago, they had never even thought about it.

Originally, I thought it would be difficult to get the two of them to agree to participate in the meeting, but after the staff explained their intentions, the two immediately agreed without any hesitation.

After breakfast, Wenger lay on the sofa, letting the maltose step on him.He glanced at the lock screen of the phone, sat up with maltose in his arms, grabbed the back of the sofa and asked Miyazawa who was still eating and washing dishes in the kitchen: "Did Mom and Dad arrive today?"

"Well, this afternoon." Miyazawa answered him in the kitchen.

"What time is it?"

"Four o'clock."

"It's time for dinner when I come back." Wenger counted the time, "Let's eat at the restaurant in the evening. It's past six o'clock when we come back. I estimate that I can eat at □□."

Miyazawa thought it made sense, so he nodded and agreed: "Then let's go to the one we often go to. It's also quite close to the airport, so we can have dinner before coming back."

"Okay." Wenger called to make a reservation.

Miyazawa washed the dishes and walked into the guest room. Wenger followed him with maltose in his arms. Seeing that he was going to clean up the room, he stepped forward to stop him: "Call for a part-time worker. It's too late to come here now."

Unexpectedly, Miyazawa refused: "No, the room is not dirty, it will be faster to tidy it up by yourself."

Wenger saw that he was sweeping and mopping the floor, and making the bed and folding the quilt, and muttered in a low voice, "It's hard to rest, so why don't you rest?"

The voice was very soft, but Miyazawa still heard it. He turned off the vacuum cleaner, leaned him against the wall, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and asked with a smile, "Does your heart hurt?"

"Go away, can you show some face?" Wenger rolled his eyes, pushed the person away, and was about to walk out with the maltose in his arms, "Clean it up yourself slowly."

Gong Ze pulled him back and looked at him aggrievedly: "Honey, don't you want to help me?"

"Not at all." Wenger ruthlessly refused.

Gong Ze held him tight: "Honey, you should move, you look fat."

Wenger squeezed his waist, and then hypnotized himself: "Not fat."

"Fat, really fat." Miyazawa stepped forward to measure his waist with his hands, "I hug you every day, I know better than you whether you are fat or not."

"Just not fat." Wenger pouted, but refused to admit that he was fat.

"Well, you're not fat." Miyazawa felt that if they continued to fight, they could fight until tomorrow, so he compromised, "But even if you're not fat, you should exercise more, your physical fitness is really bad."

Wenger looked at the vacuum cleaner in disgust: "Then I have never heard that mopping the floor can exercise the body."

"Okay, then let's go to the fitness room and exercise with professional equipment." Seeing that the trick has succeeded, Gong Ze squeezed his face in satisfaction, and no longer insisted on asking him to help, "Go to the living room and sit down, wait for me I'll accompany you to exercise when I'm done."

Wenger was dizzy and was pushed to the door by Miyazawa: "When did I say I was going to exercise!"

"You don't want to exercise by doing housework, so you can only rely on professional equipment." Miyazawa looked at him innocently, "Okay, don't stand there stupidly, it's gray here, take your son to the living room."

Wenger always felt that he was being tricked, and refused to go out by holding the door open. He said pitifully: "I regret it, and now I think mopping the floor is pretty good."

Miyazawa gave him a handsome smile, then shook his head firmly: "No." Seeing that Wenger was still refusing to leave, he carried him to the living room by himself, "Okay, let's watch TV by ourselves."

Wen Gesheng lay hopelessly on the sofa, extremely desperate, and complained with his mouth pursed: "Gong Zhuangzhuang, what a ruthless man."

Miyazawa staggered, and resentfully glanced at him: "Baby, why don't you save me some face in front of the audience."

"You didn't save face for me, why should I save face for you." Wenger had a rascal expression on what you can do with me.

Miyazawa shook his head helplessly, and returned to the guest room.

Wenger was watching TV, eating watermelon, and petting the dog. He felt very comfortable, and gradually forgot about it. So an hour later, when Miyazawa was standing in front of him in a work vest, he didn't realize that When the danger came, he pushed him aside in disgust: "Don't disturb me watching TV."

Miyazawa took the remote control to turn it off, and looked down at Wenger.

"What are you doing when you turn it off? You're seeing a wonderful place." Wenger glared at him dissatisfied, trying to snatch the remote control back.

"Exercise." Miyazawa spit out these two words unhurriedly.

Wenger paused, and before he could grab the remote control, he fell onto the sofa with a snap, and then remained motionless, concentrating on pretending to be dead.

Miyazawa was so strong that he couldn't help but picked him up, walked to the fitness room, and put him on the treadmill: "Run for an hour first, then do 100 sit-ups, you have to shoot the album cover next month, Somehow you have to practice some muscle contours."

Wenger's next album is more rock-and-roll. In order to fit the style of the song, the cover of the album is also more manly, showing his upper body. Ying Yutian has been urging him to exercise, but Wenger is very lazy in fitness and doesn't like sports at all. Haven't started exercising yet.Ying Yutian's words were dry and he couldn't persuade him, so he could only ask Miyazawa, hoping that with the encouragement of Miyazawa's love, he could raise his fighting spirit and exercise.

But regardless of whether it is the encouragement of love or the punishment of love, in the face of laziness, you have to bow down.

Upon hearing what Miyazawa said, Wenger lay on the treadmill and pretended to be asleep: "I'm asleep, so don't disturb me if you have anything to do, hehe."

Every time Wenger wanted to avoid doing something, he would act like a rogue. This behavior seemed to Miyazawa so cute that he couldn't get angry at all. He squatted down and leaned over to kiss his face.

Pretending to be sleeping is impossible, Wenger opened his eyes and looked at Wenger resentfully.It's a pity that this time Miyazawa was determined to watch him exercise, firmly pulled him up, and set a time and speed.

People were rushing ducks to the shelves. Seeing that he couldn’t run, Wenger could only move reluctantly, bargaining while running: “One hour is too long, half an hour is okay, I haven’t exercised for so long, I can’t just come here So much intensity."

Miyazawa didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's only an hour, and the speed is not fast, so it's more intense. Don't struggle, just talk for an hour."

The corners of Wenger's mouth drooped, and he still wanted to complain, but gradually, the more he ran, the more tired he became, and he didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

An hour later, Wenger was sweating profusely, panting and limp on the treadmill.Miyazawa wiped his sweat with a towel, fed him a few sips of water, and said, "Take a rest for 10 minutes, and then start doing sit-ups."

"Cough, cough, cough." Wenger choked out a mouthful of water, and Miyazawa hurriedly patted him on the back.

Wenger grabbed Miyazawa's collar viciously: "Gong Zhuangzhuang, do you want to exhaust me so that you can find a second spring, huh? That's how you treat your husband?"

Miyazawa wouldn't feel bad seeing him so tired, but he knew that if he wasn't strict with him now, he would have to struggle with self-blame if he wasn't satisfied when the cover was shot. Rather than doing this, it would be better to let him suffer a little bit now, so that he wouldn't have to suffer psychologically later. up.

"Okay, let's rest for half an hour first." After all, Miyazawa still couldn't completely harden his mind.

But just like that, Wenger still didn't appreciate it: "Can't you cancel it directly, or put the sit-ups until tomorrow."

"No, tomorrow has an arrangement." Miyazawa finally gave him some saliva, and then squatted on the ground to help him massage his calf.

"I want to tell my parents that you abused me." Wenger glared at Miyazawa angrily.

Miyazawa's face fell instantly: "Baby, you think my parents are too kind to me, don't you, and you say I'm ruthless, but you are ruthless? If you say that, they don't want to take my skin off."

Of course, Wenger was only joking, imagining what would happen to Miyazawa if he really did this, thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing, and the resentment in his heart dissipated a lot.Miyazawa also smiled when he saw this, and rubbed his shoulder flatteringly: "Don't be angry."

"When did I get angry?" Wenger refused to admit, "Okay, okay, don't pinch, I'm going to do sit-ups, and my parents will come back by themselves."

There was equipment for sit-ups in the room, but Miyazawa changed his mind at the last minute, pulled Wenger to sit on the yoga mat, hugged his calf, and said solemnly: "Look at you working so hard, I will reward you for every kiss." Me once."

Wenger finally understood why Miyazawa picked up the equipment and chose manual self-help, and gave him a blank look: "You are so beautiful!" He said and lay down on the yoga mat, with his hands next to his ears.Miyazawa asked again unwillingly: "Really don't want to?"

"No!" Wenger replied firmly.

Miyazawa lowered his head and smiled, not insisting, but his eyes were shining with confidence.

Wenger took a deep breath, stretched his waist and abdomen, lifted his upper body, looked at Miyazawa's gradually enlarged face, and finally leaned over to kiss him.

Sit-ups are too tiring, you still need to give yourself some motivation.