Wen Xia had a dream that night, but it was not a nightmare. He dreamed that he really became a cuddle bear, and Lin Fengqi held him everywhere, walking around, making him dizzy. Later, Lin Fengqi solemnly put him into a baby's rocking cot, said something and left.

When he woke up, there was no one around him, and there was no Lin Fengqi's suitcase in the room.

Lin Fengqi's flight was more than an hour earlier than his.

Wen Xia turned over and lay flat, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the other half of the bed.

It was cold after more than an hour.

He sighed.

After lying in bed for a few minutes, Wen Xia got up to pack his things.

When checking out, he met Guiqulai downstairs. He was also rushing back to clean up the little bastards in the club. The two went to the airport together. Before they parted, Guiqulai did not forget to ask him to go back and play games together.

Wen Xia was about to agree, but Guiqulai added with a wink: "Don't worry, I know my limits now."

Wen Xia: "?"

After observing for the past two days, Wen Xia and the handsome man in a suit seemed to have a close relationship. Guiqulai felt more and more that his guess was true. The man was most likely the digital boss. As for the arithmetic sequence BE two days ago - he couldn't figure it out for the time being, but since the handsome man in a suit knew that Wen Xia was a live streamer, he would always watch the live broadcast, right? It doesn't make sense that Wen Xia would let the audience raving about their relationship when he knew his lover was watching the live broadcast. The Wen Xia he knew was not that kind of person.

It's possible that the two of them had a quarrel over something two days ago and were in a cold war. This would explain why the handsome guy in a suit had nothing to do with the whole shoot, but he had to run around everywhere - wasn't it just to appease Wen Xia!

That clingy attitude, wow, it's really the same as the digital boss who couldn't stand Wen Xia talking to him more.

He went back to analyze it, and the more he analyzed it, the more he felt that he could change his career and become a detective.

Until they separated, Wen Xia still didn't figure out what "property" meant.

Sure enough, Lin Fengqi understood it well.

After landing, Wen Xia went straight home. There was a message from Lin Fengqi on his mobile phone, asking him to report his safety when he got home.

Wen Yixia: [I’m home.]

The subject replied immediately: [Yeah.]

The subject: [Going to the studio this afternoon?]

Wen Yixia: [Yeah. Are you okay? You came back so early, aren’t you tired?]

The subject was typing...

and suddenly stopped typing.

Lin Fengqi stopped typing, covered his lips with his fists and coughed twice, and fell into deep thought.

Should I say I’m tired?

If I say I’m tired, will Wen Xia feel sorry for him? Will she comfort him?

...

Wen Xia waited for half a minute, and his phone vibrated.

The subject: [A little bit.]

The subject: [...I really have a cold.]

Wen Xia replied: [I told you yesterday that you had a cold, but you still refused to admit it?]

The subject struggled for a while, and finally chose to play dead.

Wen Xia checked the time, got up and went to the kitchen. Of course, there were no fresh ingredients in the refrigerator. They had been on a business trip for a few days, so they had cleaned out the ingredients in the refrigerator that could not be kept for a long time before leaving.

If he wanted to cook at noon, he had to go buy groceries first. He closed the refrigerator, thought for a while, and sent a message to Lin Fengqi: [Are you eating at the company at noon?] Observation object: [Yeah.] I don’t know how Lin Fengqi understood it. Wen Xia was still typing. He quickly replied: [There are no ingredients at home. I’m not sure if I can go back at noon, but I can ask Zeng Yuan to send you food. Don’t order takeout.] It’s rare to see him send such a long string of messages when chatting. Wen Xia replied, “No need,” and asked him: [Are you so busy at noon? What time do you get off work?] Observation object: [Unknown. ] During the two days he was away, although Zeng Yuan and other management handled the company's affairs, they did not have the right to decide on many things, nor could they interfere too much beyond their positions. Lin Fengqi had to do it himself. There is a price to pay for slacking off. Five minutes of slacking off may take ten minutes to make up. Even the boss is no exception. In comparison, Wen Xia still has room to breathe. The trial version of "Flower of the End" will be removed tonight. During the days he was away, the production of the game has not been slowed down. The studio is small, and everyone has a passion and enthusiasm for the game. It is not like Lin Fengqi's company, which is so big that it is really stressful and exhausting to manage. This is also the reason why Wen Xia refused to take over Wen Shanhai's company as he wished. He is not that materialistic, and has been used to following his own way since he was young. He just wants to do what he likes, and it would be great if he can make some money and not worry about food and clothing. Fang Lianshu said that his attitude is "careless and has no pursuit". According to Comrade Lao Wen, Fang Lianshu often used him as a negative example to whip Fang Huai, fearing that his son would become such an unmotivated person like him. Wen Xia often couldn't understand the strange Spartan education of the Fang family. Originally, Wen Xia's plan was to have a good sleep after returning home, but now he changed his mind temporarily, put down his suitcase and went out again. He went to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients, and went home to cook without stopping. At 11:30, Wen Xia parked the car and walked into the Fenghang Technology Building with a lunch box. This was the first time he walked in. Before he met Lin Fengqi again, although they were in the same city, he watched the Fenghang Technology Building rise from the ground bit by bit, and he had passed by it countless times, but the closest distance was just to stop outside the gate, look up at the building towering into the clouds, and then turn around and leave. He thought they would no longer have any connection. The front desk raised a decent and friendly professional smile: "Hello, what can I do for you?" Wen Xia said: "I'm looking for Zeng Yuan." "Is it convenient to ask your name?" "Wen Xia." "Okay, please wait a moment, I'll contact them for you." Zeng Yuan was just about to go to dinner when he received the call, and asked Mr. Lin, who was working diligently in the office, if he wanted to go with him. Mr. Lin, who was immersed in his work, said he would talk to him later.

As soon as he turned around and walked out, he received a call from the front desk: "There is a Mr. Wen Xia downstairs who wants to see you."

Zeng Yuan turned his head to look at Lin Fengqi's office, thinking that it was not for me: "Wait a moment, Nanlu, it might be Mr. Lin, I'll talk to Mr. Lin."

He didn't hang up the phone, turned around and walked back to the office, and the sound of the front desk and Wen Xia communicating vaguely came from the other end of the phone. He was about to knock on the door when the receptionist hurriedly said, "No, this Mr. Wen Xia said he's looking for you."

Zeng Yuan's knocking on the door slowed down: "?"

Zeng Yuan hurried to the lobby on the first floor and saw Wen Xia sitting in the reception area. He hurried over and said, "Mr. Wen!"

Wen Xia put away his phone and stood up: "Thank you for coming."

"No trouble," Zeng Yuan looked at his hand, "What are you doing...?"

"Delivering food," Wen Xia raised the lunch box in his hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell Lin Fengqi that I was coming, and I've never been here, so I can't just go up. I have to ask the girl to contact you first."

"No, no, it's nothing."

Zeng Yuan led him upstairs. The design of Fenghang Building is very interesting, with simplicity and science fiction coexisting. Even the elevator is very technological. At first glance, it doesn't look like an elevator, but like a spaceship in a science fiction movie.

The elevator went up all the way and stopped in the middle, but everyone was going to the restaurant on the second floor to eat. When they saw the elevator going up, they didn't get in. They just greeted Zeng Yuan when the door opened, and then looked at Wen Xia with some curiosity.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and Zeng Yuan said, "We're here."

This point is the peak time for eating, and some people brought their own meals and sat at their workstations to eat while watching the show, enjoying the comfort of lunch break.

The two walked against the current. Zeng Yuan led Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi to the office: "This is it. Mr. Lin should still be inside."

Wen Xia thanked him: "Thank you, you should go eat quickly."

Zeng Yuan smiled and waved and left.

Wen Xia knocked on the door, and Lin Fengqi's voice came through the frosted glass door: "Come in."

He opened the door and poked his head in. Lin Fengqi was busy behind the computer and did not look up. He thought it was an employee who came to report on his work.

Wen Xia closed the door and slowly approached.

He walked softly, intending not to disturb him. Lin Fengqi probably didn't hear anyone talking for a long time, frowned, and finally turned his eyes away from the computer screen and looked up.

Wen Xia successfully saw his stunned expression.

"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Fengqi realized that his tone was out of control and quickly adjusted himself, "Why are you here?"

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows: "I can't come?"

"That's not what I meant." Lin Fengqi hurriedly clarified. Because of a cold, he spoke with a slightly heavy nasal tone, sounding inexplicably aggrieved. As

he spoke, he glanced down and saw the lunch box in Wen Xia's hand: "What is this...?"

Wen Xia picked up the lunch box and put it on the desk, saying: "It's a matter of reciprocity."

Lin Fengqi had sent him meals for nearly a week. Even if he didn't go, he would definitely let Zeng Yuan go, and every time he never forgot to bring the other four hungry ghosts in his studio.

Now it was finally his turn to send him meals.

Lin Fengqi's expression was rarely dazed for a moment, as if he couldn't tell reality from illusion for a moment. He stared at the lunch box, and after a few seconds, he looked up at Wen Xia again.

That look... Wen Xia didn't know how to describe it.

It was a bit like the look Ah Moo had when he successfully asked for snacks.

Shining. It made one's heart melt.

"Where do you want to eat?" Wen Xia couldn't handle such a burning look, and asked with a cough, "Here or at the tea table?" "

The tea table." Lin Fengqi answered.

The two moved to the tea table. The lunch boxes were packed in an insulated bag. Wen Xia took them out one by one and opened them. The office was immediately filled with the aroma of food.

Wen Xia made two meats and one vegetable, cola chicken wings, tomato scrambled eggs, and blanched choy sum. They looked very good, and his skills were no worse than Lin Fengqi's. There was also a small box of after-meal fruit, large, crystal clear, and plump green grapes. Wen Xia deliberately wiped off the water droplets after washing them.

He brought two servings of food and tableware.

"You are also... eating here?" Lin Fengqi asked.

"Is it not allowed?" Wen Xia said, "It's a matter of reciprocity."

Does reciprocity... also include this section?

Lin Fengqi thought a little dizzy. He was dizzy with happiness.

He was very happy now. The tiredness from work was not worth mentioning at this moment. He even felt that he could stay up all night after eating this meal.

This seemed to be the first time he ate the dishes made by Wen Xia - this was made by Wen Xia specially for him!

Wen Xia made it for him, sent it to him, and had lunch with him.

Does this mean that, at least at this moment, he occupies a corner in Wen Xia's heart?

Lin Fengqi was overwhelmed by this sudden surprise, even though his face was still calm and calm.

"...What are you doing?" Wen Xia suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Lin Fengqi responded calmly.

Wen Xia stared at his chopsticks: "Isn't this the bone you just spit out? Why are you putting it back into the bowl?"

Lin Fengqi froze, lowered his eyes to look at the chicken wing bone that was about to be put back into the rice, and calmly took it out again. But he couldn't stop his ears from reddening: "...You saw it wrong."

How could he see it wrong?

Wen Xia was speechless, nodded kindly to help him out: "I understand, after all, I made it so delicious, even the bones are delicious."

Lin Fengqi blushed, picked up the lunch box and took a bite of rice, and said "hmm" in a muffled voice.

The chicken wings that Wen Xia bought were very large, he specifically picked the ones that were full, the meat was tender, and it fell off the bone easily. The sweetness was just right, and it didn't feel sweet and greasy when you took a bite, and the sweetness and saltiness were just right.

It was really delicious.

Lin Fengqi was a little distracted while eating. Wen Xia's cooking skills were so superb. Was it voluntary or forced?

In high school, he heard that Wen Xia never had to cook at home. There was a housekeeper at home who took care of all his food and daily life. Just like many young masters, he never had to do housework and was born to enjoy life. He just needed to live a healthy and happy life. But the changes in the Wen family came violently. Wen Xia must have had to handle many things by himself during that time. Could it be that his cooking skills were developed because he had to take care of himself during that time?

Being forced to grow up is a cruel thing.

No one knows it better than Lin Fengqi.

He suddenly lost his happiness that was only concerned with himself.

Seeing him put down his chopsticks, Wen Xia glanced at the half of the rice left in his lunch box: "Are you full now?"

"No."

"Then what's wrong with you, why are you looking at me like that..."

"Don't bring me food in the future." Lin Fengqi said.

Wen Xia was chewing a piece of chicken wing in his mouth. He was stunned when he heard this. He shaved the meat off and spit out the bone. He chewed and swallowed it, and then asked, "Why?"

Lin Fengqi pursed his lips and said, "I don't want to..."

"Don't want to see what?" Wen Xia said, "Don't want to see me? Or don't want others in your company to see me?"

"No."

Lin Fengqi frowned slightly, looking at him with seriousness and heartache in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to... see you so tired."

Wen Xia: "...?"

Wen Xia didn't know where he came to this conclusion: "It's not tiring, it's not difficult to cook two or three dishes."

"...But you didn't need to do this."

Wen Xia was stunned.

Lin Fengqi's eyebrows drooped, pursed his lips and said nothing.

He was a little annoyed. He should have put down his work and went back to cook for Wen Xia at noon today, instead of letting Wen Xia make the trouble to run over. He had always been against Wen Xia...

He woke up earlier than Wen Xia this morning, and when he woke up, it was no surprise that he hugged Wen Xia again. Even his hand on Wen Xia's waist was very dangerous, because when Wen Xia turned over, the hem of her clothes rolled up a little, and his hand almost reached into her clothes.

He was shocked, and he was more convinced that he must have done something unconsciously the night before, which offended Wen Xia.

Wen Xia took a long time to react, and then vaguely figured out what Lin Fengqi meant by this sentence.

Looking at the man's drooping appearance, he thought of the diary.

In the diary, Lin Fengqi mentioned his family background more than once. Although it was not a jealous tone, nor a envious tone, it can be seen that he cared about this matter very much. If I have to say, when he mentioned this matter, his writing was sour and... inferior.

In his eyes, Wen Xia is like the sun in the sky, distant and scorching, a star that he is not qualified to chase in his life.

But Wen Xia never thinks that he is as sacred and inviolable as Lin Fengqi thinks.

He does not deny that he has a wealthy family background and has lived in an environment where everyone is the center of attention since he was a child. Whether he likes it or not, there are always a lot of people around him, most of whom are not here for him, but for the support behind him. When he was young, he foolishly regarded his peers as true friends, but when he grew up, he understood that all interpersonal relationships with him were for purposes and interests.

Is it uncomfortable? Of course it is uncomfortable. But there is nothing he can do about it, so he learned to adapt and make himself live more freely and casually - making friends? Okay, then, but he has to ensure that he is the absolute center of his social circle.

Fortunately, he has done this very successfully. He has a lot of real and fake friends, and he can make waves wherever he goes.

Wind and rain, of course, are shaky and unreliable.

Just for this reason, Wen Xia doesn't think he is as good as Lin Fengqi thinks. Not to mention that he even has some of his own incurable faults as a young master. He is straightforward, but if he is not careful, he will become willful.

Sometimes he looks at Lin Fengqi and thinks that people like him deserve all the flowers and praises.

Later, learning to cook was inevitable.

Not to mention the changes in his family, even if there were no such things, he would have to learn how to take care of himself if he got a job and moved out to live on his own. If you say you have money to hire an aunt, you can, but it's not necessary.

He likes to live a life where he doesn't have to worry about anything and has someone to serve him. Who wouldn't like that? How comfortable it is to have everything provided for him. But he also doesn't like being treated like a useless person.

Wen Xia came to his senses, took an egg with chopsticks, and said, "You feel the same way."

"What?" "

Things like cooking and delivering meals to someone... With your current wealth and status, you don't need to do that," Wen Xia looked at him, "but why are you doing this?"

Lin Fengqi was slightly startled.

Why do you do this?

Because he likes Wen Xia.

And...

"And," Wen Xia continued, "Why didn't I see you buy a luxury villa or something, but only a flat with a mediocre size, ordinary, not like a big boss at all - oh, maybe only the car is more in line with it. Why is that?"

He has always noticed this. In fact, apart from the car, suits and dresses that can obviously support Lin Fengqi's status, his residence, daily clothes, living habits, etc. are no different from ordinary people, and there is not much to see. Even though

the Wen Xia family has fallen on hard times, Wen Shanhai has always gritted his teeth and insisted on keeping the villa they live in, and he would not sell it no matter what.

Lin Fengqi felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Warm, bloated, and a little sour.

It was like someone had touched his soul - it was a feeling of being understood.

He looked at Wen Xia who was eating. The sky was bright and bright from the French windows. Wen Xia's figure was shrouded in a soft but bright gauze.

"Because... I just wanted to do that." He said softly.

Wen Xia said "hmm", looked at him and smiled: "Yes, I just wanted to do that."

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