When he said the word "husband", Lin Fengqi hesitated for a moment, and his voice became lighter involuntarily. It was as if these two words were sacred and could not be defiled.

"What the hell?" Wen Xia said.

"..."

Lin Fengqi was silent for a moment, and said: "You are drunk."

Wen Xia: "Hehe, you are not drunk?"

Lin Fengqi: "I didn't drink."

"Bullshit, haven't you heard of a saying?" Wen Xia said, "Wine doesn't make people drunk, people get drunk by themselves."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

It seems that he is really a little drunk.

This is the first time that Lin Fengqi has seen Wen Xia drunk. Obviously, the smell of alcohol is not pleasant, but he still thinks that Wen Xia is like a piece of fragrant cake, the kind that has just come out of the oven, a little bit of burnt, and on Wen Xia's body, it turns into slightly red earlobes and cheeks.

... So cute.

He didn't say anything, Wen Xia looked at him and squinted, and suddenly said: "I want to go home."

Lin Fengqi came back to his senses and said "hmm".

Then he raised his hands, hesitant about whether to help Wen Xia? Wen Xia had drunk, what if he couldn't walk steadily? But if he helped, where should he help, the shoulder? Or the arm?

Would it be too abrupt?

While Lin Fengqi was in a state of confusion, Wen Xia had already taken a step. He walked forward all the way to the entrance of the pedestrian street.

Lin Fengqi hurriedly caught up with him, following closely behind him. Every time his body swayed, Lin Fengqi would get so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He raised his hands in the air, and protected Wen Xia from a distance, fearing that he would fall.

When they reached the intersection, Wen Xia recognized Lin Fengqi's car at a glance. He walked over and knocked on the passenger window, turned around and said bluntly, "Open the door."

Lin Fengqi hurriedly unlocked the car and opened the passenger door, blocking the top with his hand to prevent Wen Xia from hitting his head.

When he went back to the driver's seat and just closed the door, he turned around and saw Wen Xia struggling with the seat belt.

"Why can't I get it in?" he muttered.

Lin Fengqi hesitated and said softly, "I'll do it."

Wen Xia glanced at him and let go.

The seat belt, which lost its traction, retracted again, and Wen Xia sat in the driver's seat without moving, staring at him.

This means... Lin Fengqi's Adam's apple rolled, and with one hand on the back of the chair as a force point, he carefully leaned over to reach the retracted seat belt.

As the distance got closer, Lin Fengqi could even feel Wen Xia's breath brushing against his ears, with a slight smell of alcohol and warm.

His heart skipped a beat, and the hand holding the seat belt trembled.

At this moment, Wen Xia suddenly asked in his ear: "Why are your hands shaking?"

So Lin Fengqi's hands shook violently again.

He closed his eyes and took a deep, deep breath, pretending not to hear it, and quickly pulled the seat belt to buckle it. His technique was smooth and seamless.

After finishing, he didn't look at Wen Xia, turned around and fastened his own seat belt, and then started the car.

Along the way, Wen Xia quietly tilted his head and pretended to be asleep, but in fact he secretly glanced at the man in the driver's seat from time to time.

The man's face was tense and cold. At first glance, it seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied with someone and wanted to drive him to seek revenge. But now he probably understood that maybe this man was just nervous.

Wen Xia thought of the countless times he faced Lin Fengqi's cold face in high school, and was a little speechless. It turned out that he had been wrong all along. He thought Lin Fengqi was expressing his disdain, but in fact...

In fact, Lin Fengqi was not only nervous, but also felt that there was a boiling kettle of hot water in his head, which kept echoing Wen Xia's words "Why are your hands shaking?" which were almost close to his ear, making his heart pound. He even wanted to use something to separate the driver's seat and the co-pilot seat, otherwise his heartbeat would be too loud, what if Wen Xia heard it?

But fortunately, Wen Xia fell asleep.

The city center is prone to traffic jams at this time. When Lin Fengqi got up, he came from another small road with few cars, but when he went back, the small road was closed because it was at the night market and vehicles had to detour.

It was an hour later when they got home.

Wen Xia actually fell asleep during the trip, but he didn't feel any better after waking up. His head was even more dizzy. He wondered if Lin Fengqi's driving had made his brain like tofu pudding, which made him stagger when he got out of the car.

"Be careful." Seeing that Wen Xia almost missed a step, Lin Fengqi hurriedly grabbed him.

Wen Xia frowned and glanced at the steps in front of him, a little unhappy: "Is it against me? Just like you."

Lin Fengqi was stunned, and when he saw him stand firm, he let go of his hand helplessly: "I..."

"Well, forget it, I'm a magnanimous man, I won't bother with you," Wen Xia pointed at the step where he almost stepped on the empty step, "I won't bother with it either."

Lin Fengqi looked at him seriously competing with the steps, his eyes were stunned.

And Wen Xia really felt the alcohol at this time, he thought, is the alcohol so strong? He vaguely knew what he was doing, but he just couldn't control his mouth and behavior. He wanted to restrain himself, but he couldn't help but say a few words about everything he saw, such as;

"Why is this elevator so slow? Does it not want to take me? Ha, interesting little thing."

"And this light, what's wrong with it? Why did it go out by itself after a while? It should be repaired."

Lin Fengqi said: "This is an induction light."

"Induction light? What kind of induction light do you want! Install me a 24-hour non-extinguishing one, a 1,000-watt one!"

...

Similar conversations were almost never heard during the process of going upstairs. Wen Xia always expressed his opinions on everything, even if it was a passing moth, he would teach it a lesson.

Just like the head of the grade in high school who pointed and talked while patrolling the corridor. No, she is a thousand times cuter than the director of seniority.

Lin Fengqi was like this all the way, with only three words rolling back and forth in his mind: so cute, so cute, so cute...

He really hoped that Wen Xia was a cat, so that he could hug him. I wonder what kind of cat Wen Xia would be? Maybe she is a beautiful and noble ragdoll cat like Wen Da'e.

The two of them, one talking nonsense and the other having wild thoughts, finally entered the house.

Ah Moo came to greet him warmly as usual. Wen Xia was a little dizzy at first, but Ah Moo was standing there, not knowing how to restrain his strength, and he staggered backwards, hitting his back against a wall of flesh.

The wall of flesh suddenly became as stiff as if petrified.

Wen Xia turned his head subconsciously and his cheek almost brushed Lin Fengqi's lips.

They were both stunned.

Time seemed to freeze, and neither Wen Xia nor Lin Fengqi knew who should make the first move. This was the closest distance they had been since they met again, so close that their breaths were almost blending together.

There was a hint of ambiguity.

Lin Fengqi's Adam's apple moved, and just as he raised his hand, Ah Moo, who was badly ignored, whimpered in dissatisfaction, and slapped hard - pushing the two people apart.

Mainly because Wen Xia was dizzy and had no strength to support himself, he was the one pushed away by Ah Moo. He held the shoe cabinet next to him with one hand and pointed at the big black dog: "You rely on the fact that you are not my son. If you were my son, I would give you all the dog food."

Damn, it's hard to be a stepfather.

He thought randomly.

Lin Fengqi frowned and took sides: "Step back."

Ah Moo moved back aggrievedly.

"Sit."

The big black dog just lay down, and its bright black dog eyes looked at its biological father pitifully.

Lin Fengqi looked at Wen Xia again, with a faint hope under his calm eyes, wanting to get his praise.

However, Wen Xia didn't even look at him, and nodded to Ah Moo: "Not bad, good dog."

Lin Fengqi: "..." What about me?

The two changed shoes and entered the house. Lin Fengqi followed Wen Xia to the door with concern and couldn't help asking, "Are you... feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Xia turned her head, stared at him with a not very clear eye for nearly ten seconds, and said, "I encountered something strange."

Lin Fengqi suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong?"

Wen Xia: "When did you grow two heads?"

Lin Fengqi: "..."

"Oh, forget it, two heads are two heads," he nodded with satisfaction, praising himself for finally coming late, "Dual cards and dual standby, it's a good idea."

Lin Fengqi: "?" Wen

Xia ignored him after she finished speaking, and went into the room muttering to herself.

As soon as he entered the room, Wen Da'e jumped down from the cushion on the window to look for him, but within two seconds he was driven away by the smell of alcohol on him, and squatted beside his pillow, meowing in dissatisfaction. The

abandoned old father was even more dissatisfied, and insisted on rushing over to have a harmonious and friendly parent-child interaction with his son, so the man and the cat began to chase each other in the room, and finally Wen Xia used his huge body as a two-legged beast to suppress the poor little cat.

The father and son were being intimate when there was a knock on the door.

Wen Xia held Wen Da'e to open the door, and even though he was drunk, he subconsciously lowered his head - he was used to the little robot that came to visit frequently.

But this time it wasn't a small robot, it was a big one.

Lin Fengqi stood at the door and handed over the honey water he had prepared: "It will help you get over the hangover."

Ah Moo followed him and saw Wen Da'e in Wen Xia's arms. He turned around and ran away. Wen Da'e struggled to leave Wen Xia's arms and chase the dog.

Wen Xia hugged her disobedient son tighter in her arms, looked at the cup of honey water and said, "I don't have hands to hold it."

Lin Fengqi paused, looked into the room, and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Then I'll take it in."

Wen Xia said "Oh", turned sideways and let him in.

This was the second time Lin Fengqi entered Wen Xia's room.

He put the honey water on Wen Xia's computer desk, encouraged himself secretly, turned around and asked: "Who did you go to dinner with today?"

Wen Xia: "Why should I tell you?"

Lin Fengqi opened his mouth and was a little choked.

Two seconds later, he continued to muster up his courage: "Was it with Liao Xingchen?"

"Liao Xingchen?" Wen Xia searched his brain based on this keyword, and thought of yesterday's blind date banquet, muttering, "I had dinner..."

"..."

Lin Fengqi felt his heart trembling, and it was a little painful. He closed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was still hoping for: "Then why did you... come back tonight?"

He clearly said that he would not come back, but he called to ask him to pick him up. Does it mean that his date with Liao Xingchen was not as smooth as expected?

Wen Xia looked at him in confusion: "I'll go back to sleep."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

Is this reasonable?

This is very reasonable, so reasonable that there is no logical loophole.

Lin Fengqi left the room with mixed feelings, and before leaving, he did not forget to tell Wen Xia: "Go to bed early."

Walking through the corridor, he saw the pet friendship plan again. This plan was posted on Saturday night. Now, two days have passed, and he is the only one who follows the plan. It's like countless times before, only he was happy or sad because of Wen Xia's words, and it really responded to the saying - secret love is a person's chaos.

It's still the same now.

Lin Fengqi returned to the room in a daze, poked the little robot that was parked beside his bed and didn't start, and said in a low voice: "I wish I could be like you."

Just like you, you can make Wen Xia happy by saying anything and doing anything.

Why can't he do it? No matter in the past or now, he gets nervous whenever he sees Wen Xia, and when he gets nervous, he can't express himself well...

Obviously, every time he sees Wen Xia, he always wants to say to him, I like you. From the past to the present.

Lin Fengqi sighed softly, stood up and wanted to record the completion of today's schedule. However, when he turned around and saw the bookcase, he froze in place.

His bookshelf had been moved.

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Xia Xia: Yes, that's it (referring to Ah Moo

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