Si Mingchen was suddenly stunned.
More and more hot tears gradually seeped through his shirt and wet his back.
Si Mingchen turned around and hugged Wen Zhi, whose face was filled with tears, in his arms. His lonely look was instantly filled with shock and touch.
"Stop crying."
Si Mingchen lowered his head slightly. Although his voice was always cold, he could not hide his worry: "Since losing your memory, you have been like a little crybaby."
Wen Zhi frowned coquettishly: "Do you like it?"
At this moment, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other.
Si Mingchen lowered his eyes for a moment: "I like it."
Wen Zhi burst into laughter and put her arm around Si Mingchen's waist: "Then let's fall in love, just like we did in high school."
With a thoughtful look in his light brown eyes, Si Mingchen asked, "Like in high school?"
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Wen Zhi nodded: "It's that kind of special, pure love, the feeling of first love."
The word "first love" seemed to make Si Mingchen feel very good, and a smile that had not been seen for a long time appeared in his eyes.
"Can."
Wen Zhi was in a good mood when he saw Si Mingchen nod, because this meant that their broken marriage had been repaired and divorce was impossible.
The agreement was reached. Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen lovingly. They held each other's hands so tightly that even the gaps between fingers were clasped together, as if they were afraid that the person would run away.
Back in the bedroom, Wen Zhi sat down slowly on the bed, secretly glancing at Si Mingchen while preparing to unbutton his shirt.
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi, as if he could see through his thoughts.
His concern was simple.
It was Wen Zhi who proposed the relationship, so he could agree to it.
But as for overly intimate actions, it is better to wait until Wen Zhi recovers his memory before doing anything else.
By the time he finished thinking, Wen Zhi had already stood up and started to untie his belt.
With a "rustle", the two trouser legs fell to the ground, revealing two white and slender legs.
Wen Zhi has had good skin since childhood, her skin color is like her mother's, fair but not sickly, with a faint pink tint.
Seeing this, Si Mingchen retracted his gaze and said, "Go take a shower first. I'll go to work."
Wen Zhi walked out of his trousers slowly, with his long legs hidden under his loose shirt, and walked towards Si Mingchen.
"Let's take a shower together."
Wen Zhi hugged Si Mingchen's arm, leaned forward and pressed her face against his arm muscles, and called out sweetly, "Brother Mingchen, let's take a bath together."
Wen Zhi laughed so happily when he said this that the dried tear marks on his face looked a little funny.
Si Mingchen's thin lips moved slightly, and he looked at Wen Zhi with interest: "Didn't you say that we should be like in high school?"
Wen Zhi was stunned.
Is Si Mingchen going to be platonic with him?
Ever since he woke up from his amnesia, the relationship between the two can be described as very tortuous.
Now that he finally has a relationship, Si Mingchen actually wants to be platonic?
Wen Zhi was a little depressed.
But on second thought, Si Mingchen also has some problems in that aspect, so it is normal for him to resist.
Maybe Si Mingchen is secretly overcoming his psychological barriers and preparing to give him a surprise.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhi felt much better.
"Then I'll go take a shower."
Before leaving, Wen Zhi suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Si Mingchen's neck, gave him a loud kiss on the forehead, and then walked into the bathroom humming a song.
Si Mingchen waited for him to enter for a long time before reluctantly looking away, changing into casual clothes, and going to the special office to handle business.
Before going to bed at night, Si Mingchen returned to his room and smelled a faint fragrance as he entered the room.
I smelled it carefully and it smelled like shower gel.
How much did Wen Zhi use to make it smell so good?
When he looked at Wen Zhishi, his eyes were slightly surprised.
Wen Zhi was wearing his own white shirt.
This afternoon, the program crew returned some of the clothes in the suitcase to everyone. This piece of clothing must have been secretly taken away by Wen Zhi when he wasn't paying attention.
His shirt was too loose for Wen Zhi. In addition, the three buttons above Wen Zhi's collar were not fastened, and her fair and slender collarbone was faintly visible.
Si Mingchen raised the corners of his lips slightly, then hid his emotions and lowered his eyes: "Good night."
Wen Zhi was obviously dissatisfied with this response and muttered, "It's so hot, are you hot?"
Si Mingchen covered himself with the quilt: "It's not hot."
Wen Zhi groaned, "But I'm so hot." As he spoke, his hands became restless and he quietly unbuttoned his shirt, and most of it was unbuttoned in the blink of an eye.
"Do I have a fever?"
Wen Zhi moved closer to Si Mingchen, with all the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his bare shoulders, as if he was about to take it off.
"A little bit."
Si Mingchen stretched out his hands towards Wen Zhi with an indifferent expression. Wen Zhi's eyes immediately became bright, and he closed his eyes with red ears.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The imagined warmth did not come, and the shirt was still intact on his body, but Si Mingchen was fastening the buttons one by one.
Wen Zhi had a complicated look on his face: "Your hands are so beautiful. If he could hold mine--"
Si Mingchen interrupted him: "You have a fever, so you need to keep warm."
Wen Zhi frowned: "But I'm hot."
Si Mingchen said calmly: "Get under the quilt and cover yourself up all night, you will be fine tomorrow."
The lights are turned off.
The room was dark, even the moonlight was blocked out.
Wen Zhi frowned and became more and more annoyed.
Next to me, the scent of Simingchen gradually came over me, the same scent as the white shirt he was wearing, with slight woody and musk notes in the middle, making me feel as if I were in a dusty temple, with a hint of bitterness.
It seems that all of Si Mingchen's clothes have this smell.
Wen Zhi, who was wrapped like a silkworm, turned over and looked at Si Mingchen.
Is this a disguised reminder for him to keep his mind pure and desires few?
He sighed, hugged Little Winter Melon and closed his eyes reluctantly.
In the middle of the night, the city welcomed the first rain of early spring. The humidity in the air reached its peak and the temperature dropped sharply.
Si Mingchen was a light sleeper and was soon awakened by the sound of rain. After closing the window, he turned on the dehumidification mode in the room and covered Wen Zhi with a blanket.
Wen Zhi has sensitive skin, and will develop rashes in a humid environment, which will be itchy and painful at night.
Two bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunderous sound. Wen Zhi moved restlessly in his body, muttering something, with a serious and fearful expression.
Si Mingchen put the little winter melon lying in the middle back into Wen Zhi's arms, then stretched out his arms to hold Wen Zhi in his arms, and gently stroked his back.
Wen Zhi liked to curl up when he slept. He would often roll under Si Mingchen's feet while sleeping. Whenever Si Mingchen woke up in the middle of the night, he would subconsciously look for Wen Zhi and bring him back to his side.
The only time I didn’t find Wen Zhi in my dreams at midnight was the day they officially signed the divorce agreement.
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The rain outside gradually stopped, and at eight o'clock in the morning, the guests stood on the wet lawn and watched the activities at the racecourse.
Tonight, the second vote will be held, and each group of guests is very nervous, fearing that they will live on the first floor.
If Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen hadn't had that luxurious dinner, they would have had to survive on instant noodles for the past two days.
There is also an unlimited supply of luxurious dinners on the rooftop and deluxe spa water massages.
We are going to learn about horse racing today, so the program team has provided a cloakroom for everyone to choose clothes.
Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen both wore straight pants with a pair of simple riding boots, and their tops were their own.
What’s interesting is that the white shirt Wen Zhi was wearing was the same one he wore last night.
The guests at the scene naturally figured out who this piece of clothing, which was extremely ill-fitting to Wen Zhi's figure, belonged to, including netizens.
Gu Chengfeng took the opportunity to embarrass him: "It seems that Wen Zhi didn't like the top in the cloakroom."
Wen Zhi smiled happily: "The clothes in the cloakroom are definitely nice, but I like Sisi's shirt better."
[Tsk tsk tsk, Wen Zhi is working hard for business. ］
[Wearing boyfriend’s shirt, scheming boy. ］
[Wen Zhi's appearance coupled with these behaviors is a typical combination of Little White Flower and Green Tea. ］
[Top-grade green tea, great job. ］
[Mr. Si felt no emotion at all hhh. ］
[Wen Zhi is quite interesting, like a little elf. ］
Gu Chengfeng sneered, and when he turned his head inadvertently, he met Si Mingchen's cold eyes. He thought that Si Mingchen must also be disgusted by Wen Zhi's behavior, but he was forced to do the business out of helplessness.
The horse racing coach was very handsome and taught in detail. After two hours, everyone took a break.
The director said that in the following time, each group of guests would be given a horse and allowed to move freely.
During the teaching just now, Wen Zhi learned the fastest. In fact, he had a foundation when he was a child, so it was not difficult for him to get started. As for Si Mingchen, he had been learning horse riding since he was a child, so these were naturally no problem for him.
In the lounge, seven guests sat around and chatted, while Wen Zhi went to buy coffee for Si Mingchen.
In fact, it didn’t matter whether Si Mingchen drank it or not, but Wen Zhi strongly volunteered to buy it, so Si Mingchen agreed.
Originally he wanted to go with Wen Zhi, but Wen Zhi said considerately that he would have to accompany him horseback riding later, so he should take this opportunity to rest.
For this reason, people in the barrage were saying that Wen Zhi was a little bootlicker who ended up with nothing.
Other guests also thought so.
"Boss Si, Wen Zhi and you have a good relationship, right?" Xie Ming, who works in biological sciences, asked sincerely, "I feel like he's quite considerate of you."
Si Mingchen showed a rare smile during this recording.
"Um."
[Report! The president laughed again! ］
[The last time the president laughed was probably when he ate a free meal. ］
[Sure enough, the president only smiles at his little wife. ］
[Ahhhh, I actually think it’s sweet. ］
A quarter of an hour had passed and Wen Zhi had not returned yet. Si Mingchen was a little worried and stood up to look for Wen Zhi. Because they were buying coffee, the photographer didn't follow Wen Zhi. Wen Zhi was stupid, and it would be troublesome if he got lost. Otherwise, the coffee shop in Machang is only 300 meters away, so he wouldn't have come back so late.
The camera follows Si Mingchen as he searches for Wen Zhi.
Si Mingchen had just turned the corner when he suddenly heard a familiar voice and looked up.
At the door of the stable, three or four very good-looking staff members stood next to Wen Zhi, and they were smiling as they talked.
Two staff members in the front were watching horse racing. Wen Zhi was holding a cup of coffee and whistling, his eyes full of excitement.
"Oh my god, they are so handsome."
Si Ming looked at Wen Zhi quietly.
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