Liao Xingchen glanced at Wen Xia, pulled Lin Fengqi aside and asked quietly: "What's the situation?"

Lin Fengqi: "?"

"Really roommates?" Liao Xingchen slowed down his speech meaningfully, "Is your company about to go bankrupt, and you need to rent out half of your house and collect the rent to support the company?"

"...No."

"Huh?"

"Not roommates."

He didn't continue talking, Liao Xingchen understood, patted his arm, and said earnestly: "There's no rush for this matter..."

Lin Fengqi pursed his lips and said stiffly: "I'm not in a hurry."

Liao Xingchen: "?"

Lin Fengqi: "?"

"I just said it casually," Liao Xingchen said, "how can you not be anxious?!"

Lin Fengqi: "..."

"Let me tell you about love, it..."

The assistant doctor poked his head out of the door: "Doctor Liao, the cat is coming."

"I'm coming!" Liao Xingchen finally gave Lin Fengqi an encouraging look and left.

While the two were talking, Ah Moo had been put on the water and rested his head listlessly on Wen Xia's thigh. He only looked up when his master approached him and bumped Lin Fengqi's palm with his nose.

"Thank you." Lin Fengqi said to Wen Xia.

Wen Xia glanced at him and handed him the bill: "No need to thank me, remember to reimburse the expenses. In view of our current roommate relationship...oh, and the relationship of old classmates, I will give you a discount. You don't have to pay for the round-trip gas and the money for cleaning your bedroom."

"..."

If Lin Fengqi couldn't see that Wen Xia was in a bad mood, he would really be a pig.

But he was also confused when he saw it, and I don't know why.

Did I say something wrong?

Or was he unhappy because he didn't take good care of Ah Moo, causing him to help him clean up the mess today?

Or was he unhappy because the live broadcast was interrupted?

Lin Fengqi went through a brain storm in just a few seconds and said, "Are you angry..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Xia seemed to be stepped on the tail: "Angry? Who is angry?"

"But you..."

"You want to report it or not." Wen Xia interrupted him again and shoved the bill in his face.

"..."

Lin Fengqi took it and looked at the price on it, and transferred the money silently.

Looking at the transfer sent by the man, Wen Xia still felt unhappy.

He especially wanted to ask what your relationship with Dr. Liao was, and why you went over to whisper - but he thought, this is none of my business? Lin Fengqi can have relationships with whoever he wants, as long as it doesn't affect my salary.

He is not the brat he was in high school anymore. He would be very nervous if there was any movement from Lin Fengqi.

Lin Fengqi had to hurry. Zeng Yuan called him and asked, "Boss Lin, when will you be back? Here..." The assistant sounded a little embarrassed.

"Let them wait a little longer." Lin Fengqi said.

"Uh, but..."

Lin Fengqi looked at Ah Moo who looked sick, then carefully glanced at Wen Xia who ignored him, and pressed his eyebrows: "Wait a little longer, I'll be back soon." After hanging

up the phone, Wen Xia quickly retracted his gaze and finally found an opportunity to relieve his unhappiness: "Boss Lin, are you still busy with work on Saturday? You just rushed over from the company?"

Lin Fengqi said "hmm". Strictly speaking, today was not work, he just had to have dinner with two partners. He was thinking about how to bother Wen Xia again...

"More money." Wen Xia suddenly said.

"?"

"Moo needs someone to take care of him, right? You don't have time right now, I can make time for him," Wen Xia said, "but our contract doesn't say that I have to take care of your pet. This is not part of my job scope. It takes up my personal time to do something that is not my job - Mr. Lin, what do you call this?"

"..."

What else can it be.

Overtime.

Wen Xia: "Overtime without overtime pay is like scrambled eggs with tomatoes without eggs. It seems to be prosperous, but it is actually flashy and empty."

He said it righteously and righteously. Lin Fengqi felt a pain in his heart when he heard it.

It's not that he feels sorry for his money, but - how much has Wen Xia suffered in these years to calculate every penny down to every detail?

"Okay," Lin Fengqi said, "how much do you want?"

Wen Xia always felt that there was a kind of sadness in his eyes, and it seemed like an illusion when he looked at it again. He thought, no way, is it so painful?

Lin Fengqi.

"It depends on how much you think your dog is worth," Wen Xia said proudly, "just pay it with your salary at the end of the month."

"Okay." Lin Fengqi nodded.

Lin Fengqi came and went in a hurry.

After Ah Moo finished hanging the drip, Wen Xia took it away and glanced at the clinic.

A veterinarian in a white coat is soothing a little cat that is a little stressed when it comes to the hospital. His facial features are as gentle as jade under the light: "Be good, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Do you want some snacks?"

Thinking of the intimate look of Liao Xingchen and Lin Fengqi whispering to each other, Wen Xia couldn't help but wonder, so Lin Fengqi likes this type?

- It seems possible.

Wen Xia suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, before he was admitted to the key class, lunch time was the best time to "harass" Lin Fengqi.

Lin Fengqi is a bit of a lone ranger in school. He may not lack friends, but most of the time he still likes to be alone. However, there was a time when Wen Xia often went to see Lin Fengqi at mealtime and saw a boy walking with him. The two of them were talking happily, and he even found a little smile on Lin Fengqi's cold face.

Of course, Wen Xia was not sure that Lin Fengqi liked boys at that time, so when he saw this scene, he never thought much about it, but just thought that Lin Fengqi also had friends with good relationships. That's good.

Now think about it... that boy and Dr. Liao are the same type.

Both are gentle.

Ah Mao felt much better after the injection. Lin Fengqi would not be back until the evening, so Wen Xia had to regretfully tell old comrade Wen Shanhai that he had something urgent to do tonight and could not go home for dinner.

Wen Shanhai glared at the other end of the phone: "What is more important than your father? You said you would come back, and I have bought a lot of food! If you don't come back, I will have to eat alone for several days?"

"That's great, I don't have to buy food for the next few days, it's so much easier."

"Stinky boy..."

"I really have something to do," Wen Xia glanced at the lively Wen Da'e, "Your grandson is sick."

"What?! My son is sick?! Is it serious?"

"..."

When Wen Xia first brought Wen Da'e back, old comrade Wen Shanhai was at the forefront of the protest, including but not limited to:

"Why do you raise a cat! The cat hair is falling everywhere!"

"Cats are so dirty, they are full of bacteria and parasites. Haven't you seen the news? The parasites get into people's brains!"

"These cats and dogs poop and pee everywhere, making the house stink. It's not hygienic at all!"

and so on.

Wen Xia ignored him and moved out with Da Pigeon.

As soon as he left, Comrade Wen's face changed immediately:

"Xia Xia, how is your cat recently? I saw others say that purebred cats are very fragile and it's easy to kill them."

"When will you come back? Oh, the day after tomorrow... Then can your brother be alone at home? Otherwise, bring him back with you."

Wen Xia was very confused at the time: "Brother? What brother? Where did my brother come from?"

"Wen Da Pigeon!" Wen Shanhai said gently, "I'm its father, so of course it's your brother."

"What the hell, don't talk nonsense, he's my son! You are its grandfather!"

Whether he was a son or a grandson, it was unclear later, and Wen Xia and his father discussed it in their own way.

"It's nothing serious, just diarrhea. I just brought it back from the hospital." Facts are facts, but the protagonist has changed. Wen Xia said with his eyes wide open, "You have to take good care of it these days. I won't go back. I guess next week will be enough."

Wen Shanhai sighed repeatedly: "Okay, you take good care of your brother."

"...Hang up, hang up."

Wen Xia hung up the phone and turned to look into Wen Daye's blue eyes.

The little cat that was forced to be sick gave him a healthy meow.

"Yes, you are the hero today." It was Wen Da'e who first noticed the abnormality in the next room and called him over. Wen Xia picked up his good son and said, "Come on, give him a cat snack as a reward."

After Ah Moo came home, he lay in the doghouse in Lin Fengqi's room. Wen Xia didn't want to stay in Lin Fengqi's room, so he had to go over to take a look every once in a while.

If there was anything special, it might be that he and Lin Fengqi talked more on this day than in the past week since they moved in.

Lin Fengqi cared a lot about his dog son. He would send a message every half an hour to ask: [How is Ah Moo?]

Or: [Is Ah Moo okay?]

Wen Xia replied dutifully and responsibly. Sometimes he was too lazy to type, so he would just take a short video of about ten seconds and send it over.

In the afternoon, Zou Boyan asked him to go out and play, but he refused.

"Why don't you come again? Do I lose face in front of you?" Zou Boyan was very sad. "Your father didn't let you come?"

"He's not seven or eight years old," Wen Xia said, "Lin Fengqi's dog is sick."

"Huh? What does his dog's sickness have to do with you?"

"I have to take care of it. He's not at home."

Zou Boyan was silent for a moment, and then he cursed angrily: "Why are you performing the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars here? Oh, he's busy, then you two agreed not to interfere with each other. If his dog has any problems, he doesn't know how to find a solution. Why are you pretending to be a good person? Wen Xia, tell me the truth, is he sick again?"

"I'm sick," Wen Xia suddenly felt a little annoyed, "I just helped out, what are you reading into it."

"Oh, let me tell you, people are most afraid of looking back, you know? Once you look back, you will wonder if you can still do something - that's it! A good horse doesn't eat grass that it has turned back." Zou Boyan said.

"I think you have a hole in your brain," Wen Xia said, "You are so good at thinking, why can't you decide on the new theme of the secret room for such a long time."

"Who said I can't decide! Don't you know? I have already decided on the content of the theme - keep it secret for now, and you will be the first to experience it after it is ready, I guarantee you will be scared to death."

"You'd better."

The topic shifted unconsciously. After the call ended, Wen Xia was in a meaningless daze for a while, and the phone vibrated. It was another message from Lin Fengqi: [Have you eaten? ]

Their last round of dialogue was:

Biggest Party A: [Moo, it should be time to eat. ]

Wen Yixia: [I added food to it, but it still hasn't eaten.]

Wen Xia looked at this question and replied inexplicably: [Who are you asking?]

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