Si Mingchen's eyes were light and there was a faint smile on his face in the watery night.
He originally thought that Wen Zhi knew, but considering Wen Zhi's current condition, it was normal that he didn't know.
"Who else could it be but you?"
Wen Zhi was very surprised to hear this. He has always been shameless, but he was unusually reserved. His hands made heavy movements, and he picked at the hem of his clothes with a blushing face and a beating heart.
It turns out that Si Mingchen had fallen in love with him so early.
So they had a crush on each other back then?
Wen Zhi's joy at this moment was beyond words.
But he suddenly thought of something.
Why didn't they get together smoothly back then?
Outside the terrace, the surface of the swimming pool seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver light, and the sparkling reflection fell on Wen Zhi, making his small face look particularly gentle and calm.
...
...
The blush on both sides of his cheeks was particularly obvious, and he muttered: "Then why didn't you confess to me."
Si Mingchen's gentle gaze dimmed a little, and then he lowered his eyes, thinking of the past that he didn't want to mention.
At that time, Wen Zhi often went to bookstores around the school to pick books accompanied by him. At that time, there was a collection of essays called "Love Letters", which Wen Zhi particularly liked.
Every time on the way home, Wen Zhi would read it to him. Although passers-by occasionally looked at them curiously, Wen Zhi was not embarrassed at all and continued to concentrate on reciting his favorite sentences.
Si Mingchen didn't say much, but he listened very carefully. Under the cover of night, he habitually helped Wen Zhi carry his schoolbag and followed quietly.
Once, Wen Zhi suddenly said, "Sisi, do you know there is a secret layer in this book?"
Si Mingchen turned his attention to it: "I don't know."
Wen Zhi said seriously: "The heroine in the book has liked a boy for a long time, and the boy also has a crush on the heroine. Later, the boy pretended to borrow a book and secretly put the love letter between the cracks and returned it to the heroine. That's why the author designed it this way."
Si Mingchen listened to these marketing tactics to please children and smiled: "Is this why this book is so popular?"
Wen Zhi frowned: "It's not a bestseller. It's a niche book. Only literary youth like me know about it."
After sending Wen Zhi to his home, Si Mingchen returned his schoolbag to him and said, "You literary youth, remember to do your homework, or you will be called to stand in the corner tomorrow as punishment."
Wen Zhi: “I understand.”
From that day on, this matter took root in Si Mingchen's heart. Finding an opportunity, he finally borrowed the love letter from Wen Zhi.
Later, on the day he put the confession in the interlayer and returned it to Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi deleted all his contact information.
He went to the door of Wen Zhi's classroom and waited for Wen Zhi, but Wen Zhi's attitude towards him was very cold, like a stranger.
Sang Qi told him that Wen Zhi confessed to him.
The reason why Wen Zhi was so nice to him was because Sang Qi had told Wen Zhi about his family situation and the death of his parents. At that time, Sang Qi happened to be rehearsing with the school drama troupe, and Wen Zhi only played with him often so that he could accompany Sang Qi more.
He still can't forget Sang Qi's words, and they were the motivation that supported him to persevere in studying abroad.
"Xiaozhi comes from a wealthy family and is a simple person. If you know that he doesn't like you and you still keep pestering him, people will doubt your real motives. Mingchen, I'm deeply sorry that your second uncle took away your family's company. But after all, you have nothing now. I don't want you to compete with me out of responsibility for Xiaozhi."
"Sisi."
"Sisi?"
Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen's slightly sad and complicated expression, and called his name worriedly.
Si Mingchen felt broken like this.
Si Mingchen's thoughts were gradually pulled back to reality. Wen Zhi poured him a cup of sobering tea and comforted him, "It doesn't matter if you didn't confess then. We're married now anyway, it's all the same."
He looked at Si Mingchen cautiously, and always felt like bringing up the other person's sad story, and wanted to comfort him quickly.
Si Mingchen's eyes were solemn, he stroked the glass with his fingertips, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty. He suddenly opened his mouth: "Wen Zhi, will you leave me in the future?"
Wen Zhi was startled and shook his head like a rattle: "Why would I leave you?"
Siming Chen endured the abnormality in his eyes and said in a relaxed tone: "Really? You have lost your memory now, will you go back on what you said now?"
Wen Zhi raised his hand: "Pink, if I lie to you I'm a puppy."
Simingchen leaned back in his chair, staring at him for a long time, then hooked his fingers around him: “Well, you’re a puppy.”
The two of them had this romantic candlelight dinner until the early morning. After taking a hot bath, Wen Zhi did not get into bed immediately, but stood in front of the balcony, sprayed perfume, and waited for Si Mingchen.
This morning’s events are not over yet.
The moonlight is just right tonight, it would be nice to have a beginning and an end.
The program team announced tomorrow’s schedule in the WeChat group. Wen Zhi took the special mobile phone provided by the program team and replied "received".
Tomorrow's time is very free, and couples can arrange their time freely according to their own interests. At 7pm, a new group of guests will join and there will be a welcome party.
With a "clang", the bathroom door opened.
Si Mingchen walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe. His strong and slender calves were long and straight, covered with a layer of well-proportioned muscles. The remaining water drops above gradually slid down until they disappeared at the ankles.
Wen Zhi looked at Si Mingchen and swallowed. I have to say, the other person's figure is really perfect, comparable to that of a model. If he had money, he would hold a show, let Si Mingchen be the last to appear, and tell everyone in the world that this man is his husband.
After drying his hair, Si Mingchen stared at the empty bed and asked, "Sleep?"
Wen Zhi took off his bathrobe, leaving only a naked body. His whole body looked like a shrimp with its shell peeled off, with a faint pink color.
He rolled over and lay under Si Mingchen, staring at him with his eyes blinking.
Si Mingchen laughed dumbly, sat on the bed, and raised his eyes slightly: "How can I get up if you lie here?"
Wen Zhi raised his butt and moved two centimeters to the side: "Come up."
Si Mingchen looked at the small space left for him by Wen Zhi, hesitated for a moment, and then lay down on his side.
In an instant, the cool minty scent belonging to Si Mingchen came towards him.
Wen Zhi was like a cat sucking cat grass, rubbing his head forward and leaning against Si Mingchen's chest.
The night is quiet.
Wen Zhi raised his arm and put it around Si Mingchen's waist: "Si Si, didn't you say in the afternoon that we would continue at home?"
Simingchen didn't expect Wen Zhi to still be thinking about this matter, so he put his arm around him and said, "What are you going to do?"
Wen Zhi felt embarrassed and angry at the same time. She jumped off the bed, found her little winter melon, and faced Si Mingchen with her cold back, with a quilt between them as a gap.
Si Mingchen supported his head with his arms: "Warm."
Wen Zhi turned back suddenly.
Si Mingchen seemed to have never called someone by this nickname before, but then he frowned, looking like he didn't want to talk more.
"I've always wanted to ask you, this winter melon doll is so ugly, why do you insist on sleeping with it?"
Wen Zhi: "Because you gave it to me."
This sentence carries a little emotion and also has the meaning of counterattack.
Si Mingchen couldn't help but think of the scene when Wen Zhi signed the divorce agreement with him and left.
Wen Zhi didn't bring anything with him except this doll.
There was a sense of complexity in his heart, and he found it increasingly difficult to understand Wen Zhi's feelings.
If, as Wen Zhi said, there is really no love between them, then why is he so reluctant to let go of Xiao Donggua?
Si Mingchen looked at Wen Zhi: "Wen Wen."
Wen Zhi said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Si Mingchen: "Do you want to recover your memory as soon as possible?"
After asking this question, Si Mingchen felt a little regretful. For the person involved, who wouldn’t want to regain his or her ten years of memories?
He found himself having a terrible and selfish thought.
From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Wen Zhi could stay with him like this forever. Because Wen Zhi at that time liked him very much.
Wen Zhi thought about it seriously, and rested his chin on the little winter melon, feeling a little conflicted.
On the one hand, he really wanted to know every detail of the four years of his marriage to Si Mingchen.
On the other hand, he was afraid to think of those sad things. For example, how did they end up getting divorced? After regaining his memory, he couldn't pretend nothing had happened.
"Let it be."
Si Mingchen looked at him: "Okay."
The night became quieter and quieter, and when Wen Zhi woke up again, it was already the next day.
The recording has already begun. Although Wen Zhi is confused, he knows that besides the bedroom, the outside is full of cameras.
The recording started at 8 o'clock. The number of people online in Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen's live broadcast room has reached 6 million. Today is Saturday, so the popularity is very high.
Since yesterday, his relationship with Si Mingchen has become a hot topic, and many netizens are discussing them.
Although the show indicated at the beginning that the guests were people from various fields and professions, Si Mingchen's appearance as a business manager still did not match his status.
Therefore, what netizens talked about the most was the real reason why Si Mingchen came to participate in this variety show.
The program team will naturally not interfere with such doubts and let them develop so that they can gain popularity and be discussed.
Another question that netizens are curious about is why Wen Zhi can be a pair with Si Mingchen.
Some netizens have carefully sorted out that in the five years since Wen Zhi debuted, the film and television resources he has obtained are very good, but he is just not very popular. Moreover, when attending some fashion dinners, Wen Zhi's dress must be the most high-end and difficult to borrow style of the night, which is very inconsistent with his status.
[In my opinion, there is a financial backer. Are there not enough resourceful people in the domestic entertainment industry? ］
[Wen Zhi is good-looking. Everyone understands why he has never been very popular but has been supported for a long time. ］
[It is estimated that Si Mingchen participated in the program for the sake of the company's influence, and Wen Zhi was inserted by the sponsor, so the good opportunity of forming a couple with Si Mingchen fell on Wen Zhi. ］
[Wen Zhi’s sponsor is really generous. Isn’t he afraid that Wen Zhi will take the opportunity to have an affair with Si Mingchen? ］
[Um, my friend is an employee of Si Sheng Group. According to him, Si Mingchen seems to be married. ］
[Oh my god, then Si Mingchen’s participation in the variety show is probably for the company, right? Since he became a trending topic yesterday, Si Sheng’s stock price has soared. In addition, Si Sheng’s mobile phone brand also sponsored the program team, and sales soared. ］
[Why is Si Mingchen flirting with Wen Zhi? People like him are not something that can be caught by just any random person. ］
[Yes, you can tell by looking at Si Mingchen’s attitude towards Wen Zhi in the variety show. He was very cold. ］
Qingwan and his team are always keeping an eye on the trends of online public opinion. Although no excessive remarks have appeared so far, they still need to be vigilant in order to prevent opponents from suddenly buying black hot searches.
Out of curiosity, these netizens who were deceived by the black fans waited in Wen Zhi's live broadcast room, ready to watch the interaction between the two of them.
Toast and bacon were already served in the restaurant. The aroma of milk filled the air.
After brushing his teeth, Wen Zhi saw Si Mingchen waiting for him for breakfast. He was in a good mood and made a heart shape with his arms on top of his head.
"Sisi, good morning."
Si Mingchen's fingers moved slightly. It seemed that Wen Zhi's anger from last night had subsided, and his anxious heart gradually settled down.
"I ordered the grapes you like. Drink a cup of hot milk first while the grapes are cold. I made the sandwich. Try it."
Wen Zhi nodded happily, then was startled: "You did all this by yourself?"
Simingchen: “Yeah.”
Si Mingchen would not tell Wen Zhi that he had gotten up early this morning to prepare breakfast for Wen Zhi, just because he was afraid that Wen Zhi would be angry with him and ignore him.
Wen Zhi picked up the sandwich and took a big bite, saying vaguely, "It's delicious."
Although Wen Zhi was thin, he had a big appetite. Seeing that he had already finished half of the sandwich, Si Mingchen stood up and prepared another one for him.
In the kitchen, bacon is frying. Si Mingchen turned around to look at Wen Zhi and smiled faintly.
He is still heartless. I thought he would hold a grudge, but I didn't expect that he forgot about the angry things yesterday after a night's sleep.
There were some failed products in the trash can. Si Mingchen tied the plastic bag so as not to let Wen Zhi see them.
[I came here to see them, they seem to be getting along very well. ］
[What’s so good about it? Does Wen Zhi have to curry favor with Si Mingchen so much? That sandwich doesn't look tasty. ］
[Yes, Wen Zhi’s acting was too fake. ］
[There are some haters in the live broadcast room, are they here in a group? ］
[I am really impressed. Si Mingchen is willing to make breakfast for Wen Zhi, and Wen Zhi gives Si Mingchen corresponding encouragement and emotional value. It is obviously a sweet interaction, but it has to be maliciously misinterpreted. ］
[Gu Chengfeng’s fans, please get out of here, okay? We just love watching Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen perform. At least they have attitude. But your Gu Chengfeng has a poker face and doesn't do anything after taking the money. ］
Soon, the sandwiches made by Si Mingchen came out of the oven. Wen Zhi was very supportive: "Sisi is really virtuous."
Si Mingchen: "That's oatmeal soaked in milk. It has nuts in it. Eat more."
Wen Zhi smiled and said, "Okay."
Biting the sandwich, Wen Zhi felt that his Sisi was so nice to him and it must have taken a lot of time to prepare this breakfast.
This is definitely a two-way love.
Looking at Si Mingchen, Wen Zhi always felt that he had forgotten something, but he was currently filled with happiness and had no time to think about anything else. Si Mingchen was the only one on his mind.
After breakfast, Wen Zhi prepared to wash the dishes, but the generous conditions of the fourth-floor suite did not give him this opportunity. The cleaning of the dishes and the kitchen would be taken care of by a special person.
Wen Zhi lay in the tea room like a salted fish.
Si Mingchen went to cut fruit for him.
He wants another hundred days of this kind of life.
The balcony in front of the tea room is connected to the bedroom. Wen Zhi put away his crossed legs and prepared to go over to take a look.
As soon as you enter the balcony, you will be flooded with sunshine, and the many roses and plants planted there are all very beautiful.
Wen Zhi turned around and heard Simingchen busying around in the kitchen, and planned to pick some for Simingchen.
There are many varieties of roses here, and it is obvious that they are carefully maintained. Wen Zhi hesitated before picking them: "Can I pick ten roses here?" He looked at the live camera and sought consent from the program crew.
The director responded: “Yes.”
With permission, Wen Zhi began to pick roses. He is a chatterbox, and he can also kill time when he is doing things on his own.
"This rose has long, thin stems and leaves with small thorns on them."
"This rose is a foreign variety. After our own cultivation, its cold resistance has been greatly improved."
"I wonder if Sisi will be moved to tears after seeing my bouquet of roses."
Wen Zhi had learned flower arrangement, and there were some tools in the tea room that could help him create the landscape.
In a short while, he had plucked nine roses and only one was left.
He was struggling over whether the meaning of long-lasting or perfect was better.
Finally, he decided to pick one more to make it a perfect number.
Looking around, the most beautiful rose on the entire balcony was the one in the corner. Wen Zhi stepped in the gap between the plants, ready to walk over and pick some.
There are a lot of plants here, densely packed together. Wen Zhi was afraid of stepping on the flower pots, so he moved very carefully.
But just when he was about to reach the pot of roses he liked, he did not notice the water stains under his feet. The friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground decreased, and his whole body lost balance. With a "bang", a warm and painful cry was heard from the balcony.
Netizens in the live broadcast room witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Some were laughing, while others took the opportunity to diss Wen Zhi as a fool, but most netizens were worried about whether he was injured.
Wen Zhi rubbed his head and sat up, enduring the pain, fearing that Si Mingchen would be seen in such a miserable state.
When the director team saw this scene, they quickly asked through the equipment: "Do you need help?"
Wen Zhi shook his head and staggered to his feet: "No, it's just that the pots of two plants are broken. I'm really sorry."
The director team replied: "No problem, safety is the most important thing."
[How painful it must be to fall like this. ］
[What a little cutie! After falling down, he apologized to others first because he damaged the flowers and plants. ］
[Wen Zhi is very cute, it makes me feel sad when I see her. ］
[Why didn’t he ask Si Mingchen to come over and find someone to help? ］
When Wen Zhi walked out from the balcony holding a rose, Si Mingchen was just coming in with some fruit.
Seeing that Wen Zhi's walking posture was not right, he walked forward quickly: "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhi whispered, "It's okay."
Si Mingchen glanced at the rose in his arms and asked, "What are you doing on the balcony?"
Wen Zhi buried his head: "Pick roses."
He thought to himself that Si Mingchen would definitely laugh at him for being stupid.
Si Mingchen casually glanced at the several pots of flowers and plants that had fallen on the balcony, lowered his head and frowned and asked him: "Did you fall down?"
Wen Zhi pretended not to care and said, "Yeah, I fell a bit, but it's okay."
Si Mingchen walked towards the balcony and found that the broken plants were Yabei Qilin. He walked towards Wen Zhi quickly with his long legs: "Are you injured anywhere?"
Wen Zhi hurriedly shook his head: "No."
Although the Yabei Qilin looks good, it is covered with tiny thorns and is very dangerous.
Wen Zhi just fell down and might have bumped into it.
Si Mingchen was worried, so he took Wen Zhi's hand and planned to take him to the bright hall for examination. He was afraid that Wen Zhi would be pricked by the thorns, or that the thorns would get stuck on his pants and he would be so stupid as not to realize it.
Wen Zhi followed Si Mingchen, his steps noticeably slowed down, and he felt unwell.
Si Mingchen's usually calm face was filled with unprecedented anxiety and seriousness: "Where are you injured? Tell me quickly."
Wen Zhi lowered his eyes, glanced at the live broadcast camera, and prepared to fool around: "I'm not injured, it's just that I didn't react just now."
Si Mingchen stared at him with his dark eyes for a moment, and was about to put on his coat: "Come on, I'll take you to see a doctor."
"I won't go." Wen Zhi was very resistant, with a bit of grievance between his brows, and even crying: "I'm fine."
After four years of marriage, Si Mingchen had never seen Wen Zhi act like this, and for a moment he didn't know how to coax him.
[What's wrong with Wenwen? Feeling really hurt. ］
Why don't you go see a doctor? ］
[But walking is fine, do you feel embarrassed? ］
"You don't have to go, but you have to tell me if you were pricked by a thorn, because I'm worried."
Si Mingchen pulled Wen Zhi up again, lowered his head slightly, and looked into Wen Zhi's eyes.
Wen Zhi responded in a mosquito-like voice: "Yeah."
Si Mingchen: "Then let's go back to the room and I'll see how to deal with this, okay?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "Okay."
Walking into the bedroom means the camera no longer follows. Si Mingchen adjusted the light to the brightest setting and took out the medicine box to disinfect: "Wenwen, where did you get pricked?"
It was the first time that Wen Zhi saw Si Mingchen so gentle. He gradually let go of his pride and raised his hands.
Suddenly, Wen Zhi's belt was loosened.
Then, the pants and underwear fell to the ground with a crash.
Wen Zhi turned around slowly and knelt on the edge of the bed with his back to Si Mingchen. Because he was lying on the bed, the hem of his clothes gradually slid down to the front, revealing a small part of his slender waist.
She raised her round and perky buttocks, and said in a timid voice: "Here."
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