Wen Xia sat on the bed for a while, got up and dragged the suitcase to start packing. He had a fat and small hair. In a circle of friends , Wen Xia had the best relationship

with him . Essence In the past, Wen Xia's family was the richest, so he was the center of the family. Later, when Comrade Wen was cheated and needed help, few people spoke up and offered help. Only Zou Boyan's parents helped. Similarly, the so-called friends who used to hang around Wen Xia disappeared, fearing that Wen Xia would ask them for money. This is what they say when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. When Wen Xia treated everyone to a meal, everyone enjoyed it with a clear conscience. Wen Yixia: [I'm not going.] Zou Ni: [Don't worry, Fang Huai is not here, and we are just familiar with each other.] Wen Yixia: [I'm not going. I'm busy.] Zou Ni: [What are you busy with? I've seen it, and you're not live streaming.] Wen Yixia: [Can't I be busy with something else? ] Wen Xia took out the marriage certificate, took a photo and sent it over:[Did you see it? I’m busy.] Zou Ni:[?] Zou Ni:[? ?]Zou Ni :[? ? ?] Zou Ni:[What]Zou Ni: [ Wait a minute?] Zou Ni:[What? ?] The phone vibrated wildly, and Wen Xia stuffed it under Wen Da’e’s belly, and finally the vibration made Wen Da’e run away with a meow. Zou Boyan simply called and said, "What's going on! Is that marriage certificate yours? Are you married? I don't believe it! Let me see if your name is written on it!" Wen Xia: "I'll show it to you if you let me?" Zou Boyan choked up, "Baby, how can you say such cold words with your 37-degree mouth?" Wen Xia: "Get lost." "No, you really... Is this marriage certificate really yours?" "Nonsense, how can it be yours if it's not mine." "I still can't believe it, it's too sudden..." Zou Boyan lost his soul and murmured in a trance, "My good brother just got married like this?" Wen Xia was unhappy: "What do you mean I'm married, so I can't marry?" Zou Boyan continued to mutter: "But you're not 1." Wen Xia was furious: "Who told you I'm not? You haven't slept with me!" Zou Boyan was shy: "You bastard, how can you talk like that, I like girls." Wen Xia: "Tsk." "Hey, stop making trouble, stop making trouble," Zou Boyan slowed down a little, "You really got married? That photo is not just a random picture found on the Internet?" "Whose online picture is so high-definition." Zou Boyan was in a complicated mood: "How could my cabbage be taken away by a pig so suddenly... Do I know that person?" "Yes." "Who?" "Lin Fengqi." “……?” Wen Xia hung up the phone before Zou Boyan launched a new round of shock bombardment. So Zou Boyan’s crazy messages came back, and his phone vibrated like something was wrong, and it took a while for it to stop. As a true friend who grew up together, Zou Boyan was the person who knew best, besides Wen Xia himself, how he had been unable to get the love he wanted for three years in high school. [What’s going on? ] [You and Lin Fengqi? You guys??? ] [Old Xia, you have to sober up! Don’t do stupid things because the filter of first love is too thick! ] … Wen Xia replied: [I am very sober. ] Zuo Ni : […Really? ] Wen Yixia: [Really. ] Wen Xia briefly explained the reason why he and Lin Fengqi got married, and Zou Boyan was slightly relieved, but still worried: [Does Comrade Old Wen know about this? ] Wen Xia was silent for a moment, then replied: [Don’t tell him.] Zou Ni: [Okay, it’s best if he doesn’t know, lest he can’t handle such a big surprise.] Wen Shanhai has been a big shot for decades, but now he’s over 50 and got screwed by his partner. It can be said that he’s been hurt and his hair has turned grey faster in recent years. He knew his son liked men. They had quarreled over this a few years ago. Although he had become more open-minded after this great change, he couldn't help but complain every time he saw Wen Xia: What can two men do? I won't even be able to hold my grandson in the future... At this time, Wen Xia would say: "What grandson do you want to hold? Didn't you hold me enough when you were a child? You still miss me spitting up milk all over you, right?" Wen Shanhai: "." That day, Wen Shanhai recalled the fear of being dominated by human cubs. It can be said that the father and son are very loving. Wen Xia was chatting with Zou Boyan when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." The door was half open, and Lin Fengqi stood at the door: "You can eat now." "Oh." Lin Fengqi changed his clothes after taking a shower. His hair was half dry, and he was wearing a slightly larger home clothes, which made him look a little less distant - if he didn't have a cold face. The meal was already served. Wen Xia glanced at Lin Fengqi when she sat down, and remembered that she could still smell the clean and refreshing smell of his bath when she approached him just now. It was the same as in her memory. For the two of them, Lin Fengqi cooked two dishes and a soup. Although Wen Xia had some minor problems with Wen Shanhai since she was a child, she was not very picky about eating. She just didn't like some foods with strange tastes. For example, celery, coriander, chrysanthemum, etc.

The dishes cooked by Lin Fengqi were relatively light in flavor and tasted quite good.

Wen Xia had just taken two bites when he suddenly heard a sound of machinery mixed with something rolling on the floor from the side, and then his calf was hit by something.

He looked down and saw that it was a small robot with a round head and an even rounder body, which was no taller than his knees.

The small robot hit Wen Xia's legs twice and made a mechanical electronic sound: "Roadblock detected, changing direction."

After that, it turned 90 degrees on the spot and set off confidently.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Wen Xia watched the little thing hitting the table leg non-stop.

The Belgian Shepherd Dog raised by Lin Fengqi couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and scratched it with his claws.

It: "Pick me up."

Wen Xia laughed. Then he looked at it, why did he feel that this little thing looked a little familiar?

Just as he was thinking, Lin Fengqi had already stood up and walked over, picking up the silly kid.

The little robot: "Detecting high-altitude danger, let me down, let me down." The two short arms actually fluttered twice in a serious manner.

Lin Fengqi turned it off expressionlessly.

Wen Xia asked: "What is it used for? A sweeping robot?"

Lin Fengqi: "No."

Wen Xia waited for two seconds for the next words, but nothing came. Lin Fengqi put the little thing back on the sofa and returned to his seat to continue eating.

This way of communication with a question and an answer made Wen Xia feel like he was back in high school. At that time, he liked Lin Fengqi, and he could still find him to chat tirelessly.

Now Wen Xia didn't have that mind, thinking that if he didn't want to say it, then he didn't say it, so he buried his head and continued to eat.

Unexpectedly, Lin Fengqi suddenly spoke: "It's called Ah Moo."

Wen Xia was stunned: "Who? It?" He looked at the little robot on the sofa.

"No, it." Lin Fengqi raised his chin towards the big black dog lying next to the little robot, keeping a distance from the stranger Wen Xia.

"It's a coincidence," Wen Xia said casually, "Your dog's name matches my friend's dog, his dog is called Niu Niu."

Lin Fengqi picked up a piece of beef and said in a light voice: "Is it the friend who didn't sleep with you just now?"

Wen Xia paused.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped several degrees of awkwardness.

Wen Xia put down his chopsticks: "Did you eavesdrop on my phone call?"

Lin Fengqi said coldly: "No."

Who cares if you did it or not, Wen Xia was already angry: "Oh, I'm full, eat slowly."

The chair rubbed against the ground, making a short and harsh sound.

Watching Wen Xia stride into the room, Lin Fengqi tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and a trace of annoyance appeared in his eyes. He really didn't eavesdrop, he just came out of the shower and happened to hear Wen Xia's voice coming from the room.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and was about to get up when he saw Wen Xia pause, turn around and walk back to the dining table and sit down.

Lin Fengqi's eyes brightened and he was about to speak.

"Mr. Lin, I know that at this age, a person's night is inevitably lonely and unbearable, but there is no need to be jealous of me. Why should a man make things difficult for another man," Wen Xia said sympathetically, "If you need it, I have a T..."

"No need." Lin Fengqi interrupted coldly.

"Okay," Wen Xia was not angry, and patted his shoulder, "Tell me anytime you need it, don't hold it in, or you will get sick."

Lin Fengqi: "..."

Lin Fengqi's face turned completely black.