The first on the list is the anchor candidate, and now everyone in the live broadcast room knows it.

Looking at the rapidly growing number of viewers, Wen Xia didn't know if she had transformed from a game anchor to a dog food anchor at this moment.

The former 5140005 has now dropped to second place, and has not appeared in the live broadcast room overnight. Fans who used to support CP can only feel sad in secret, sighing and regretting their BE CP.

Lin Fengqi is very obedient. After he ranked first on the list, he stopped. Wen Xia finally drew everyone's attention back to the game, but Lin Fengqi came back before the broadcast was over.

After the broadcast that night, Wen Xia pulled her boyfriend to teach him a lesson about his waste.

Lin Fengqi listened with his head down, and couldn't help but rub against him and hug him halfway through.

"..." The words he wanted to say were stuck. Wen Xia was silent for two seconds and then spoke, "I'm scolding you."

Lin Fengqi hugged him tightly: "I'm listening."

"...It's a foul for you to listen like this."

Lin Fengqi nudged him: "Yeah."

Wen Xia: "..."

Wen Xia began to think about whether it was necessary to set a rule for Lin Fengqi, such as not being able to hug him more than a certain number of times a day, and only a certain number of minutes each time...

But after thinking about it, it seemed like torturing herself, so forget it.

It was two weeks before I invited Zou Boyan to dinner.

After entering December, the temperature dropped a lot. On Sunday, Wen Xia and Lin went to the nursing home to see Ye Shixue, and met Zhou Yixian when they left.

"That's great, so I don't have to send messages anymore," Zhou Yixian said, "Did you hear what Aunt Ye said today about the performance at the end of the year?"

Lin Fengqi nodded, and Wen Xia asked, "What happened to the performance?"

"Oh, nothing, I just thought of something Aunt Ye didn't tell you, so I'll say it. After all, there should be quite a few family members coming that day, and it's not good to let Aunt Ye be alone. I thought if you two are not free that day, I will accompany her."

The nursing home is preparing for the New Year's Eve party. Most of the people who come here are middle-aged and elderly people. There are also young people, but they account for a small proportion. In this case, the activities held are basically based on the needs of middle-aged and elderly people first, and family fun will never be a disaster.

"We will come," Wen Xia said.

When Ye Shixue told them about this today, she also added: If you are busy, it's okay if you don't come.

As the year draws to a close, work is inevitably busy, but there is still a little time off as the New Year's Eve is followed by the New Year's Day holiday.

After leaving the sanatorium, the two went to the hotel where they had an appointment with Zou Boyan.

Zou Boyan pushed the door open with the wind and snow, complaining: "It's so cold today."

Wen Xia just raised her hand, and Lin Fengqi had already poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it over.

"Thank you." After brushing off the snow on his body, Zou Boyan sat down, blew a mouthful of the steaming tea, took a sip, and relaxedly collapsed on the back of the chair.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Xia asked him, "You look like a demon has sucked you dry."

"Don't talk about it. The customers who came today almost smashed my store."

"What's wrong?"

Zou Boyan sat up a little reluctantly: "A few high school students came yesterday, and one of them injured one of my employees during the chase. Didn't I tell you about this?"

Wen Xia nodded: "Didn't you say that this matter has been handled?"

"What a bullshit," Zou Boyan said, "Today, the head of the family came to me with his child and insisted on arguing with me, saying that if there weren't such scary things in our secret room, how could his child be scared? If he wasn't scared, our employees wouldn't be hurt. He also said that it was legitimate defense..."

Wen Xia: "What did you say?"

Zou Boyan sneered: "What a bullshit, just call the police."

At this time, the waiter served the dishes and put the roasted whole lamb on the rack. For a while, the tempting aroma spread in the room. Cut off a piece, with a little fat attached, fat and lean, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Guests are guests, Lin Feng first processed a few pieces for Zou Boyan, and then cut a few pieces of lamb leg meat for Wen Xia.

This blatant double standard made Zou Boyan's teeth ache: "Am I here to eat roasted whole lamb or dog food?"

Wen Xia: "Only children make choices."

Zou Boyan: "No, I just want roasted whole lamb."

After saying that, Zou Boyan swallowed the tender lamb in his mouth, drank a sip of tea, smacked his lips indifferently, and asked: "You two don't drink?"

Wen Xia raised his chin towards Lin Fengqi: "He drives."

"Then we still have you," Zou Boyan said excitedly, "Come on, come on, eating meat without drinking is like eating steamed buns."

Speaking of drinking, Lin Fengqi was still nervous. Last time, he drank until he passed out to be brave. Although he couldn't drink this time because he was driving, if Wen Xia drank...

Thinking of the last time when Wen Xia was slightly drunk, his heart itched.

Wen Xia was really cute when she was drunk.

I want to see her twice more.

This idea didn't seem right, so Lin Fengqi began to blame himself guiltily and look forward to it uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, the result disappointed him.

Wen Xia usually drank very rationally and would not put himself in a drunken state. The only two times were when he was disappointed in love after the college entrance examination and went to Zou Boyan to get drunk, and the other time was when he read Lin Fengqi's diary and drank too much out of joy.

But his rationality does not mean that Zou Boyan is also rational. He thought that if he got drunk, there would be someone to send him off. So he drank without caring about anything and just talked about it

after he had a good time. He drank cup after cup and soon got drunk.

When he got drunk, he talked a lot, so much that his tongue was tied. He grabbed Wen Xia's shoulder and said, "Xia, brother, I am really happy for you. When you said you liked a boy, I felt really bad for you. If I didn't see that you really liked him that much, I really wanted to tell you not to get close to straight men, it would make you unhappy..."

Lin Fengqi heard every word of what he said. He looked at Wen Xia and raised his hand. He found it was not convenient to hug him, so he reached out and held Wen Xia's hand.

Wen Xia turned his head and met his slightly drooping eyebrows. His wet eyes implied a little bit of guilt. He turned his palm over and gave it back.

"But fortunately, the clouds will eventually clear and the moon will appear," Zou Boyan licked his tongue, grabbed the wine and took another sip, then put it on the table with a heroic spirit, "It's all thanks to you that you found Lin Fengqi's diary. If I hadn't read the diary, I would have been angry at your useless look..."

He talked incessantly, not noticing that his "diary" had thrown down, and the body of his good brother who was hugging him instantly stiffened.

Also stiff was the hand secretly held together by Wen Xia under the table.

"...Anyway, now that I see that you two are fine, I feel relieved," Zou Boyan said thirstily, and took another sip of wine, looking at Lin Fengqi, "Lin Fengqi, let me tell you, Wen Xia and I are good brothers who grew up wearing the same pants. I help you because Wen Xia likes you, and you'd better be nice to him, otherwise I will carry my brother and run away overnight-"

Wen Xia looked at him expressionlessly: "From now on, you are not my good brother."

"Ah?" Zou Boyan was confused.

"We're done."

"Ah? Ah? Why?"

The meal was finished in an extremely weird atmosphere. Wen Xia didn't dare to look at Lin Fengqi's expression. He cursed Zou Boyan from head to toe in his heart. He shouldn't have told Zou Boyan about the diary!

Lin Fengqi was even more silent. He would only reply when Zou Boyan asked him to talk to him. The rest of the time, he was like an emotionless meat-cutting machine. He didn't eat much when he divided the mutton between them. Although

Wen Xia later took Zou Boyan's bottle of wine to stop him from drinking, he was still very drunk.

Zou Boyan drove here, and Wen Xia was worried about letting him go home alone. It just so happened that she hadn't figured out how to face Lin Fengqi yet, so she took the car key from Zou Boyan's pocket, said "I'll take him home", and quickly took him away, leaving Lin Fengqi to settle the bill.

Wen Xia called a designated driver to escort Zou Boyan all the way home.

After arriving, he sent another message to Lin Fengqi: [Zou Boyan is too drunk, I'll stay at his place for one night to take care of him, and I won't go back today.]

Lin Fengqi replied after a long time: [Okay.]

Drunkards are always annoying, but Wen Xia was too lazy to bother, so he reluctantly helped his good brother take off his coat, then stuffed him into the quilt, put a basin next to the bed to prevent him from vomiting on the ground, and then left him alone.

Who made him drink and lose control of his mouth? He blurted out everything and talked so much. It was good that the eldest master was willing to help him go to bed.

The fat corgi from Zou Boyan's family followed Wen Xia's legs. It wanted to get on the bed, but its legs were too short to jump, so it kept pulling Wen Xia. The eldest master Wen condescended to feed it and tucked it into the quilt to accompany its unlucky father.

That night, Zou Boyan slept like a pig, and Wen Xia tossed and turned on the sofa and slept restlessly.

The next morning, Wen Xia got up first, sniffed his clothes that were stained with alcohol with disgust, found a set of clean clothes from Zou Boyan's closet, changed into them, and took a shower to cheer himself up.

When he appeared in the office with dark circles under his eyes, Liu Feisi and the others were shocked.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Liu Feisi held the thermos cup worriedly, "You look bad."

Yaoyao also put down the breakfast he was eating: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"If you're not feeling well, don't force yourself," Ah Deng said, "Liu Feisi can do your job alone."

"Damn! I can't!"

Wen Xia rubbed his forehead with a headache: "I'm fine."

Wen Xia didn't sleep well and was a little out of shape all morning. Zou Boyan slept until after ten o'clock. After waking up, he called Wen Xia twice, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Wen Xia, so he sent a message instead.

Go you: [? ? Brother, are you busy? Why did you hang up on me?]

Go you: [You slept at my place last night? I didn't do anything stupid, did I? By the way, I washed your clothes for you. When you have sex in two days, you can come to pick them up. Should I leave them here first or should I send them to you?]

Go: [Oh, yes, you also wore one of my clothes.] Go

: [You slept at my place last night. Did Lin Fengqi say anything?]

Wen Xia glanced at him coldly and changed a note to Zou Boyan.

Go: [Hello, Lao Xia? Please reply to me when you see the message.]

The more he looked at this unlucky guy, the more he felt unsatisfied. Wen Xia simply took him to a small dark room and put him in solitary confinement.

Soon, Zou Boyan used his trumpet to question him: [??? What happened? Why did you block me for no reason? What did I do last night? Don’t scare me!]

Wen Xia only replied him with two words: [Hehe.]

Zou Boyan: [!!! Good brother, please don’t be like this, I’m scared]

Wen Yixia: [We’ve broken up.]

Zou Boyan: [? ? ?]

Wen Xia knew that he was just furious.

Zou Boyan exposed the diary incident, but it was still Wen Xia who was at fault. Who allowed him to peek at other people’s diaries?

He didn’t dare to send a message to Lin Fengqi this morning.

Except for the fact that Lin Fengqi sent him a message in the morning saying “Good morning, have you arrived at the studio?” and he replied “Good morning, I’ve arrived”, they didn’t have any further communication.

It seemed that Lin Fengqi was not angry.

That’s right, Wen Xia didn’t think he would be angry with him.

Damn, he’s really fearless because he’s loved.

On the one hand, Wen Xia felt guilty for peeking at the diary, and on the other hand, he felt both self-blaming and justified because of Lin Fengqi’s permissive attitude.

It would be better for Lin Fengqi to just get angry.

This afternoon, he did not go to Fenghang Technology for a free meal as usual. Lin Fengqi once again asked Zeng Yuan to deliver meals to everyone in the studio. Including his.

It was as if he knew he would not go today.

Finally, it was time to get off work. Even if Wen Xia wanted to delay, he had to go home.

The first thing he smelled when he opened the door was the fragrance of food. Lin Fengqi had even prepared dinner for him. He

had agreed to be busy with work as the year was coming to an end, so why didn't he work overtime or socialize today?

Wen Xia went into the house with his head held high.

Ah Moo and Wen Da Pigeon came up to him one after another. He bent down and touched the dog and cat, and when he looked up, his eyes met Lin Fengqi's.

He found that there was a faint blue-black circle under Lin Fengqi's eyes.

"..."

"..."

I don't know if Lin Fengqi was embarrassed or not, but he was a little embarrassed.

Lin Fengqi looked normal, his eyes slid down slightly and landed on his clothes.

Wen Xia explained, "They belong to Zou Boyan. My clothes were full of alcohol smell, so I borrowed a set from him."

Lin Fengqi: "Yeah."

There was another short silence.

Lin Fengqi said: "Let's eat."

Wen Xia: "Oh, okay."

Wen Xia went to the kitchen to wash her hands. Lin Fengqi put the last dish on the dining table, and then he took two uncalm deep breaths.

Wen Xia read his diary...

God, Wen Xia actually read his diary!

What should I do, Wen Xia went home.

What expression should he use to face Wen Xia later? When he

heard what Zou Boyan said yesterday, he thought he had heard it wrong. When Wen Xia took Zou Boyan away, he was still a little confused and thought he was hallucinating.

It was not until he drove home alone, took a shower and lay on the bed without Wen Xia that he woke up from a dream and fully realized what had happened. He stared at the ceiling in a daze for most of the night, and only fell asleep for a while at dawn.

Wen Xia took his time washing his hands. Lin Fengqi served him the rice and waited for him to sit down before he started eating.

Both of them secretly observed each other, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

Finally, Wen Xia spoke first: "Yesterday..."

He had just said two words when he saw Lin Fengqi's chopsticks shook, and a pea he had just picked up fell back.

Wen Xia: "..."

The man looked at the pea intently, trying to pick up the one that fell.

Wen Xia: "Well, the diary thing..."

"Plop."

The pea fell for the second time.

Lin Fengqi looked at the pea, his mind focused.

Wen Xia: "."

When Lin Fengqi was about to start the third pea competition, Wen Xia quickly said: "I'm sorry I peeked at your diary."

"Plop."

This time the pea fell on the table, rolled around a few times, and stopped when it hit the edge of Lin Fengqi's bowl.

Wen Xia continued, "Do you remember the time you asked me if I had been to your room? It was that time when Ah Moo knocked a lot of things off your bookshelf. I happened to see that diary when I was picking it up. It fell to the ground and was open, so I... couldn't help but read some of it..."

After he finished speaking, he put down his chopsticks nervously and waited for Lin Fengqi's reaction.

Lin Fengqi did not respond.

He sat in silence, staring at the plate of fried peas with meat, distracted.

Wen Xia called him anxiously, "Lin Fengqi?"

Lin Fengqi's eyelashes trembled and he came back to his senses. He licked his lower lip helplessly, and finally looked at Wen Xia, stammering, "How much did you read?"

Wen Xia was silent for a moment, and said, "Not much."

Lin Fengqi said nothing.

"Really not much," Wen Xia said, "probably from the time you started high school to..."

Wen Xia calculated and said, "At the end of the first semester of the second year of high school."

From the beginning of the first year of high school to the end of the first semester of the second year of high school... one and a half years