No one knows better than Lin Fengqi how the books are arranged on the bookshelf. He has carefully classified the books, and books and materials of the same category are placed together. Now the classification is mixed up, for example, professional books on physics are placed in the category of science fiction, and autobiography books are mixed in the category of poetry collections, etc.

And his... diary.

He has more than one diary. The habit of keeping a diary started in elementary school. The diaries he used when he was a child were relatively thin, and one was used up quickly. From elementary school to high school graduation, he has three diaries. Before Wen Xia moved in, he lived in the master bedroom. These diaries were originally stored in a locked drawer in the master bedroom bookcase.

After giving the master bedroom to Wen Xia, the bookcase could not be moved over, so I could only bring some books that I planned to read in my spare time. I temporarily set up a temporary bookshelf, which had no baffles around it, just a bare shelf. The computer desk in the room also had no drawers, so there was no place to put the diary, so I had to put it on it with the books.

The three diaries were placed together in order according to the time of recording. Now the last one is not in the original position, but is placed together with a travel book.

It can't be stolen. The only living person in this house is Wen Xia.

Why would Wen Xia touch these books?

Of course, this is not important. Wen Xia is an exception. He can do whatever he wants with his things, but... he won't read the diary, right?

Lin Fengqi was restless. He always took his diary in stride. He thought it was all his past and there was nothing to be ashamed of. But the premise was that only he knew about it and no one else knew it—especially Wen Xia.

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if Wen Xia saw the contents inside...

Would it be too late to move to another planet now?

Lin Fengqi paced back and forth in the room. He wanted to knock on Wen Xia's door and ask him several times, but then he thought again, if he didn't read it, wouldn't that be a confession? It would easily arouse other people's interest.

He recalled Wen Xia's reaction today, and couldn't tell whether he had read it or not. Wen Xia was a straightforward person. If he read it, he would definitely come to ask him directly. He wouldn't keep other people's secrets and laugh at them in secret. He believed it without a doubt.

Wen Xia drank the honey water that Lin Fengqi brought him, but he didn't sober up so quickly. After drinking the honey water, he opened his computer and opened the live broadcast room.

It was another live broadcast without a notice. The audience was almost used to it.

[Why is the anchor's screen black?]

[Live broadcast at this time? I'm surprised]

[Here it comes]

Wen Xia grabbed the microphone: "Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

[I can hear it, I can hear it]

[Boss Xia is drunk? Why does the voice sound a bit strange?]

[Drank... It feels like drunk]

Wen Xia: "Ah, yes, I did, a little bit."

[A few hundred million]

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[Boss Xia, why don't you go to bed, stop broadcasting... I'm scared of you like this]

Wen Xia slapped the table, dissatisfied: "What are you afraid of? You still don't allow people to drink? Come and watch the live broadcast! No one is allowed to run away!"

He kept muttering in his mouth, which might be the most interaction with the bullet screen since the live broadcast. The bullet screen said that the last game has not been completed yet, and it was agreed to continue the next live broadcast.

But Wen Xia was not happy: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

[Don't dare, who dares to teach you]

[The anchor scolded the audience, report it/doge]

[I laughed to death, this is fake drinking]

[Recording the screen, recording the screen, did anyone record the screen? ]

Wen Xia snorted coldly, and at this time a gorgeous entry message popped up: Gui Qulai entered the live broadcast room.

Gui Qulai: [I heard that someone drank fake wine? ]

Wen Xia was about to speak, and another simple but rich entry message: 5140005 entered the live broadcast room.

The digital boss came with 20 familiar blue whale models.

Wen Xia: "Wow, boss! Thank you, boss!" Gui

Qulai: [? ]

Gui Qulai: [Obviously I came first...]

5140005: [...]

[Fuck, I'm dying of laughter]

[Turtle God, who asked you to come in without giving gifts]

[It's my favorite Shura field again]

[Fight, fight! ]

Gui Qulai actually got two killer whale models.

Before the bullet screen had time to react, Digital Boss followed closely with four killer whale models.

Guiqulai sent three more.

Digital Boss followed closely with six.

Anyway, he wanted to have twice as many as him.

Guiqulai: [……]

Guiqulai: [Fuck]

The bullet screen laughed at the Turtle God. Wen Xia was still drunk, and looking at the densely packed words, he felt even more confused, so he laughed too.

5410005: [Don’t broadcast after drinking, go and rest.]

This SC was very eye-catching. Wen Xia got closer to see it more clearly, and was unhappy: "Why not broadcast? I want to broadcast! Lao Gui, log in!"

5410005: [……]

Guiqulai: [! Here comes Lao Xia]

Guiqulai exited the live broadcast room.

[? ? I didn't expect that? ? ? ]

[It's okay that Gui Shen won without doing anything]

[This wave of Digital Boss, this wave is not only losing the wife but also the army]

[Xia Xia drank fake wine and got hammered]

The two quickly formed a team and started double row. Lin Fengqi sat in front of the computer with headphones on. He could only give gifts to Wen Xia one by one in exchange for a thank you from Wen Xia during the break of the game.

Wen Xia's shooting skills dropped sharply after drinking. Fortunately, in his current state, the two of them played an entertainment game from the beginning. The effect of the show can be said to be both infuriating and funny.

But Lin Fengqi couldn't laugh. He even opened another account to hang out in Guiqulai's live broadcast room. He got even angrier when he saw one or two insults against Xia Cai in that room.

But Guiqulai reacted quickly. After seeing it, he immediately asked the room manager to silence him.

This handling method made Boss Lin feel better, and he also gave Guiqulai a few gifts with this small account.

Guiqulai happened to see it and thanked him casually: "Thank you for the two dolphin models from 'Xia Xia is so cute, what should I do'... Hey, are you a fan of Lao Xia? Thank you, thank you, I think Lao Xia is cute too."

[??? Brother Lai?]

[You're not right]

[Boss Xia is indeed very cute, but Brother Lai???? ]

[You are not strong]

[Confessing in public, it is so romantic, thank you, Turtle God]

Looking at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room of Guiqulai, Lin Fengqi felt even more heartbroken.

I should not have sent him off if I had known.

This night, some people were drunk, some were happy, and some were watching the live broadcast alone and feeling depressed. Just when I

was feeling depressed, I heard Wen Xia say: "Hey, Old Turtle, when are you going to shoot that promotional video?"

It is no secret that Qunwhale TV invites anchors to shoot promotional videos. Some anchors who are sure to go have already told the audience when chatting in the live broadcast room, and the official did not care. This is similar to a beauty blogger mentioning in the video that he will attend a certain press conference in a while.

"It hasn't been decided yet. It seems that the candidates haven't been completely decided yet," Guiqulai said, "What's wrong? I remember you said last time that you wouldn't participate."

Wen Xia: "Hmm."

Lin Fengqi heard this "Hmm" and felt a little bit of expectation in his heart.

The cooperation between Fenghang and Qunwhe TV has been stuck on the list of participating anchors for a long time. He knew that Qunwhe invited Wen Xia, but Wen Xia refused. He was depressed for an afternoon because of this.

What does Wen Xia mean by bringing up this matter now? Did he regret it?

He hoped that Wen Xia would regret it.

Unfortunately, Wen Xia didn't mention this matter again until the end of the broadcast.

The next morning, Wen Xia was suddenly awakened by the sound of the alarm clock that was deliberately turned up to the maximum volume.

He went to bed in a daze last night. He only remembered taking a shower before going to sleep. The reason he remembered it was because he almost slipped in the bathroom and was sober for a moment or two.

There was no smell of alcohol on his body, but his brain, which had been devoured by alcohol, was still a little heavy, and he had no strength in his body. He woke up and lay paralyzed in bed for a long time before getting up.

Wen Xia reviewed last night while brushing his teeth. He was not drunk. At least he was not blackouts and still remembered what he did last night. After reviewing it, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not do anything embarrassing in front of Lin Fengqi.

He sorted out his thoughts. He did not reveal to Lin Fengqi that he had read his diary last night. Not bad.

Lin Fengqi got up earlier than him. After he got up, Ah Moo was temporarily ordered by Lin Fengqi to go back to the room. He opened the door and let Wen Da Pigeon out for a walk.

The room smelled of baked bread. The little robot also had the function of a sweeping robot. When Wen Xia walked over, it blocked it. Its mechanical eyes glowed red: "Please move aside, please move aside, I can't pass."

Wen Xia moved aside a little, and when it was about to pass, it stretched out its legs to block it.

One person and one robot were having a lot of fun. Even Wen Da Pigeon came over to join in the fun and curiously touched it.

Lin Fengqi also watched for a long time, and raised his lips unconsciously, and said after a while: "Do you want to have breakfast?"

Wen Xia: "Yes."

When he sat down, Wen Xia touched his nose, thinking that the principle of "non-interference and maintaining boundaries" that he had mentioned at the beginning seemed to have been violated several times. It all became angry words.

Lin Fengqi toasted a few slices of bread, fried two eggs, one for each person, and made a cup of hot milk for Wen Xia.

He said nothing, sat down and started to eat breakfast quietly.

Wen Xia didn't say anything, and remained silent for a while. Lin Fengqi couldn't hold it in any longer. He had been entangled in the problem of bookshelf and diary for the whole night and almost lost sleep: "You... entered my room yesterday?"

"Yes," Wen Xia knew he was going to ask this. He was in a state of shock by the diary yesterday, and he was in a hurry to put the book back. Lin Fengqi, who is so organized, would definitely find that something had been moved. "I got up late yesterday, and Ah Moo was making a fuss in your room, and things fell all over the floor. I helped you clean up."

"...Thank you," Lin Fengqi asked tentatively, "Then did you..."

"Huh?" Wen Xia pretended not to understand.

Lin Fengqi let out a breath, not knowing whether he was relieved or gave up: "Nothing."

"I hate people who say things halfway the most," Wen Xia said.

The man paused visibly, his face expressionless, but the hand holding the coffee cup moved unsteadily, as if he was struggling with some inner struggle.

Finally, he said, "I'm sorry."

Wen Xia asked, "What are you apologizing for?"

Lin Fengqi was stunned, perhaps not expecting Wen Xia to ask this, and seemed unable to answer for a moment. Wen Xia showed full patience, slowly chewing on the bread slices, with an attitude of "you decide how to answer."

The only sound in the restaurant was Wen Xia's eating. After a while, Lin Fengqi said, "A lot of things."

"For example?" Wen Xia asked again.

"I... made you angry," Lin Fengqi rubbed his index finger on the wall of the coffee cup, and said in a low voice, "many times."

When saying this, Lin Fengqi looked at him, seeming a little cautious and at a loss. His sharp eyebrows were like a slightly melted layer of ice, containing a trace of wet helplessness.

Wen Xia thought for a moment that he saw Ah Moo. Ah Moo had this look when he was acting coquettishly.

He suddenly felt as if he was burned by this wet gaze, and quickly lowered his eyes, listening to his slightly accelerated heartbeat, still pretending to be calm as he cut the fried egg on the plate: "You talked so generally, how do I know what they are, I've never seen such an apology."

"I..."

Wen Xia secretly raised his eyes and caught the frustration and regret that flashed across Lin Fengqi's face, and even his ears turned red.

He had never seen Lin Fengqi like this before.

Why was he so cute...

Seeing him like this, Wen Xia thought of Lin Fengqi's words "husband" that were blown away by the wind last night, and suddenly felt his ears getting a little hot. He couldn't help but raise his slightly cold hand and quickly pinch his earlobe in an attempt to cool it down.

He calmed down and muttered in a voice that Lin Fengqi could hear: "Anyway, I know that we are just in a money transaction relationship. You have always disliked me, I understand."

After saying that, he waited for Lin Fengqi's reaction.

Sure enough, the coffee cup in Lin Fengqi's hand shook violently, and dark coffee stains splashed out of the cup and fell on the tablecloth and his clothes.

But he didn't notice it at all, and stared at Wen Xia in a daze.

Wen Xia saw what pupil earthquake was for the first time.

Mr. Lin was petrified for a moment, and his voice was not stable: "Why do I... dislike you?"

"Isn't it?" Wen Xia finished the last bite of the fried egg, looked up at him, and said deliberately, "Then what is it, do you like me?"

Lin Fengqi's pupils trembled again.

He only knew that he was not good at speaking and always made Wen Xia angry, but he never thought that he actually disliked him in front of Wen Xia!

He put down the cup, frowned and said anxiously: "I never said I hate you."

Wen Xia: "Some words don't need to be said, but you can't hide your dislike for someone with your eyes."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

After eating and drinking, Wen Xia stood up: "I'm full, I'm going to work first. Oh, yes, thank you for picking me up yesterday anyway, I will transfer the gas money to you, remember to collect it this time."

Just after taking two steps, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and then someone grabbed his wrist.

Wen Xia turned his head and met Lin Fengqi's fixed gaze. The man took a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself mentally: "Wen Xia, I..."

Wen Xia's heartbeat quickened, but she still pretended to be confused: "Anything else?"

Lin Fengqi: "...Yeah."

Wen Xia: "Oh, go ahead."

Wen Xia waited patiently for more than ten seconds, and finally saw his mouth move——

"...Today, the weather is not very good," Lin Fengqi said dryly, "Remember to bring an umbrella."

Wen Xia: "..."

Wen Xia turned around and looked at the clear and crisp autumn weather outside.

Wen Xia: "?"

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Second update~ There is also a red envelope for this chapter! Then there will be no update tomorrow, and another fat chapter at 11 pm on the 20th! Don't make me fat, please (weak.jpg)

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