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Wen Jiale felt unprecedentedly excited about Jiang Mingzhuo liking him. Although Wen Jiale's level of mental development was not enough to make him spring up, who wouldn't want a tall and handsome guy? The same sex is his nympho, not to mention that although Jiang Mingzhuo has a bad mouth, he really wants to pursue Wen Jiale. This is a qualitative leap for Wen Jiale's relationship history without bright spots.

But now this qualitative leap is obviously a bit unclear, and he has already regarded himself as Wen Jiale's real boyfriend, and has full authority to represent Wen Jiale's daily eating and drinking.Stay together in class every day, eat together, pee together between classes, and stay together after school.

After the eleventh day, the temperature suddenly dropped, Wen Jiale put on a thick coat and put it under the school uniform, stuffed like a small ball.Jiang Mingzhuo felt that he couldn't even stretch his arms, and ordered him to change the order of his coat and school uniform in the classroom before sending him home.

Wen Jiale couldn't resist him, so he had to follow Jiang Mingzhuo's request, and Jiang Mingzhuo was satisfied.The two of them were walking back to Wen Jiale's house. The temperature drop came suddenly, and a cold wind blew up without warning. It was clear that it was still hot during the long holiday, but these days it was so cold that people were shivering.

When we were about to reach Wen Jiale's house, raindrops finally fell in the cold wind, and then accompanied by the strong wind, the rain poured out like a summer rainstorm. Wen Jiale and Jiang Mingzhuo didn't bring umbrellas, and the two hid on the side of the street for an early morning. Take shelter from the rain in front of the closed shop.

Wen Jiale looked at the sky sadly, and said: "It rained after two or three days, and it won't stop for a while. Otherwise, you can go to my house and wait until the rain stops."

Jiang Mingzhuo has a hundred ways to go home. He can call Didi, take a taxi, and even ask his father to send a driver to pick him up.But even Wen Jiale opened his mouth, Jiang Mingzhuo looked at his red nose and cheeks from the cold, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and hummed reservedly.

Wen Jiale still huddled into a ball, and said with a sad face, "Then how do we go back?"

Jiang Mingzhuo hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's run."

After finishing speaking, he took Wen Jiale's hand and rushed into the rain. Wen Jiale was staggered by him, and shouted as he ran, "Jiang Mingzhuo, you are crazy!"

Running to the gate of Wen Jiale's house, Jiang Mingzhuo turned his head and glanced at Wen Jiale who was following him. Wen Jiale was out of breath, "Ten... NO. 18th floor."

After running into the unit door, both of them were drenched in water, Wen Jiale angrily scolded Jiang Mingzhuo: "You madman! Don't send me home from now on!"

Jiang Mingzhuo coaxed him patiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, I just got sick a few days ago, and I can't catch cold anymore, let's go home and take a hot bath."

Wen Jiale snorted and took him home.

There was no one at Wen Jiale's house, so he opened the door and threw away his schoolbag, then ran back to the room barefoot, changed his wet coat, and ran out again barefoot, looking at the shoes standing in front of the shoe cabinet looking for Jiang Mingzhuo of the slippers said: "You can't even wear my clothes. Do you want to put on my father's clothes first? Change your clothes and dry them?"

Jiang Mingzhuo looked for a pair of slippers to change into, and nodded, Wen Jiale ran into the master bedroom again and found a pajamas that his father rarely wore, and threw it to Jiang Mingzhuo, saying: "Go to my room to change, I'm going to find the electric heater."

Jiang Mingzhuo went into Wen Jiale's room with his pajamas. Wen Jiale's changed clothes just now were thrown on the bed in a mess, and his trousers and jacket were almost tangled together. Jiang Mingzhuo smiled helplessly.

Wen Jiale's room is very big. After setting up a big bed, there is also a very long desk and a tall bookcase.The books in the bookcase were all on top, Jiang Mingzhuo looked up, and they were all Wen Jiale's textbooks from childhood to adulthood.Wen Jiale's toys are densely packed under the bookcase.

Whether it's an expensive figure, or a small gift that you can get as soon as you buy it, Wen Jiale puts it on the summer vacation, and at a glance, there is a dazzling row of spoils.

Wen Jiale found the electric heater that hadn't been used for a long time from the balcony, and pushed into his room humming. When he opened the door, he found that Jiang Mingzhuo was still holding his pajamas. Instead, he was standing in front of his desk and staring at the bookcase. , why haven’t you changed it yet! Doesn’t it fit?”

Jiang Mingzhuo responded and began to take off his clothes. He took off his clothes very quickly. As soon as Wen Jiale realized it, he saw Jiang Mingzhuo took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body, and then he started to take off his pants.Wen Jiale let out an "ah" and quickly covered his eyes.

"You, you, you! Why did you suddenly change your clothes!" Wen Jiale yelled, covering his eyes.

Jiang Mingzhuo kept moving his hands, and took off the wet pants that were sticking to his legs. His legs were also long and his muscles were well defined. Jiang Mingzhuo turned around to get the pajamas he threw on the bed.

What Wen Jiale gave to Jiang Mingzhuo was a nightgown. Jiang Mingzhuo shook off the nightgown and put it on his body, fastened his belt. Then he walked in front of Wen Jiale leisurely, squatted down and watched Wen Jiale cover it tightly like a guilty conscience. eyes, and asked him in a bewitching tone: "How is it, does it look good?"

The neckline of the nightgown was cut low, and Wen Jiale could see Jiang Mingzhuo's undulating chest muscles through his fingers. He supported his thighs with his arms, and his chest muscles were tight, looking strong and strong. Jiang Mingzhuo was staring at Wen Jiale's eyes, although he was blocking But we can still see that Wen Jiale is about to stare at the flowers on his chest.

"Ready?" Jiang Mingzhuo asked in a low voice.

Wen Jiale shook his head subconsciously, then nodded again when he realized it, and then felt that nodding was wrong, and shaking his head was wrong, so he simply pushed Jiang Mingzhuo away, forcibly changed the subject and said: "Oh, the electric heater has not been used for a long time, no I know if I can use it, but what if I can’t bake it!”

"It's not easy, so I'll sleep at your place tonight!" Jiang Mingzhuo sat on the corner of Wen Jiale's desk, twirling the belt on his nightgown with his fingers, almost overflowing with pride.

Only then did Wen Jiale realize later that he had the feeling of luring a wolf into the house, wishing that the electric heater would increase its power and dry it instantly so that Jiang Mingzhuo could put on his clothes and leave.

But unfortunately, the electric heater really failed due to long-term dust accumulation. After plugging in the electricity, Ren Wenjiale couldn't let out a trace of heat.

Not only did the clothes fail to dry, but Wen Jiale's heating was also a problem. It was only October, and it was a painful period when there was neither heating nor heat. Wen Jiale quickly chose to give up maintenance and get under the covers.

He tossed his feet back and forth in the quilt, trying to rub against each other to generate heat, and tremblingly told Jiang Mingzhuo: "Check the refrigerator for dinner, if you don't have a takeaway, I'm too cold , I don’t want to go down anymore. You can do whatever you want.”

Jiang Mingzhuo stopped teasing him, put away his clothes and carried them to hang on the balcony, then opened the refrigerator door to see what to eat, as soon as he opened the refrigerator, he saw a large plate of wrapped small wontons covered with plastic wrap, It must have been the meal left by the housekeeping aunt.

Jiang Mingzhuo took out the little ravioli, he didn't know how to make it himself, but since Wen Jiale couldn't be counted on, he had to come, so he took out his phone and started searching on Baidu.The small ravioli is for one person, so Jiang Mingzhuo had no choice but to go to the refrigerator to search for one more person. There are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, but Jiang Mingzhuo would not clean it up. In the end, he only found a bag of vermicelli and a packet of frozen soup The package is within the range that Jiang Mingzhuo can handle.

Jiang Mingzhuo boiled water and began to study how to deal with other things, but obviously, Jiang Mingzhuo miscalculated the degree of water absorption of fans. When his wontons were cooked, the pot of water had become half pot of water. A bowl of thick, thick and white flowers, I don’t have much appetite when I look at it.

Jiang Mingzhuo carefully adjusted the seasoning with an experimental attitude according to the ingredients. Looking left and right, he felt that the color was good, so he nervously called Wen Jiale for dinner.

Although Wen Jiale seemed to eat everything like a pig, Jiang Mingzhuo still had no idea. This was his first time cooking. Although it didn't look very good, it wasn't that he couldn't eat it.

Wen Jiale sat at the dining table with his slippers on. He glanced at the bowl in front of him. Sesame oil dangled clearly on the top, and there was an unknown lump underneath.With a positive and encouraging attitude, he stirred up the fans and took a sip. Jiang Mingzhuo asked nervously, "How is it?"

Wen Jiale was burned, so he nodded casually and began to fill the table looking for water. Jiang Mingzhuo poured him a glass of water and said, "Hey, you are too indifferent. This is my first time cooking, you are a little Respond!"

Wen Jiale drank water, stuck out his tongue, and thought about what he swallowed just now. It was really tasteless. In order not to hurt Jiang Mingzhuo, he had to pretend to be surprised: "Is it the first time? Didn't you bake it for me?" Fish?"

Jiang Mingzhuo choked for a moment, "Then...that time doesn't count, isn't this the first time I've cooked for you since I started pursuing you? You have to show it!"

Wen Jiale squinted his eyes and smiled, and smirked while blowing the wontons to cool down. He laughed so hard that Jiang Mingzhuo's heart was shuddering, and he couldn't help but grabbed the table and moved towards Wen Jiale.

A spoonful of wontons was finally put into his mouth, Wen Jiale swallowed it contentedly, and said, "The wontons are good, let's have another steamed stuffed bun."

Jiang Mingzhuo hurriedly handed the bun to Wen Jiale, Wen Jiale squinted his eyes and took a bite, but Le Ji was so sad that he forgot that it was a soup dumpling, and it was a full-bodied soup dumpling. It was full of oil.

Jiang Mingzhuo witnessed the whole process of Wen Jiale's death, and couldn't help laughing while holding paper for Wen Jiale.Wen Jiale felt ashamed, wiped his face clean with a paper, and honestly finished eating the small wontons in the bowl, and stopped acting like a monster.

After the meal, Wen Jiale pushed the remaining half bowl of vermicelli in front of Jiang Mingzhuo, asking him to dispose of it, and by the way, using the excuse that his face was scalded by the soup, he asked Jiang Mingzhuo to wash the dishes, and Jiang Mingzhuo stood in the kitchen resignedly While washing the dishes, Wen Jiale stood at the door and asked him, "Jiang Mingzhuo, are you really not going home tonight?"

Jiang Mingzhuo turned to him in grief and questioned him: "Wen Jiale, I serve you dinner and wash the dishes part-time. If you don't finish the dishes, you will drive me home. The bourgeoisie don't exploit people like you!"

Wen Jiale felt guilty when he was asked, so he stepped back and begged for mercy: "If you're not, I'll ask you, I have to get you a quilt!"