Chapter 45 Even if I sleep cuddling with you, you're more comfortable than a cat.
He agreed.
Wen Jing immediately got up and went to the study.
In the same shooting game, Song Nian'an was completely at ease, easily racking up kills.
Song Nian'an vaguely felt that she and this blank-faced guy had a very good working relationship. Without saying much, they parachuted into P City. The two of them were exceptionally brave, taking down enemies with every shot, and soon they were out of danger.
"Blank, watch out!" Upon hearing footsteps outside the door, Song Nian'an jumped down, threw a smoke bomb from behind, and rushed in.
Due to a moment of carelessness, a group of people were lying in ambush near the entrance, and there was also a sniper in the building across the street.
A gunshot rang out, and the level 3 helmet turned red.
"I'm fine, don't die, old man..." Before his wife could finish speaking, Wen Jing realized that he was still wearing a disguise.
"What I mean is, don't die, bro."
He quickly changed his tune, but the Sherlock Holmeses in the live stream wouldn't let such a sensitive word go unnoticed.
"Hahaha, did you guys hear that? I feel like Blank is calling me 'wife'! They're being all lovey-dovey!"
"Tell me, Brother Blank, have you been secretly keeping Anian as your mistress? Is his long hiatus from streaming related to you?"
"Brother Blank, I can forgive him if it's you!"
The game got so chaotic that Anian couldn't concentrate on playing anymore, feeling like she had done something to betray Wen Jing.
Song Nian'an panicked. He couldn't find the sniper in the building across the street with his 8x scope, so he decided to kill the ones nearby first.
Wen Jing searched for a sniper position from behind. He didn't have an 8x scope, so he could only sneak up to the other side.
Another gunshot rang out, and Song Nian'an fell.
"I'm gone, blank. Lick my bag, there's an 8x scope."
Song Nian'an's punctuation was not quite right, and onlookers kept complaining.
"Ah Nian's been getting so flirtatious! She's being so forward!"
"Lick it, Ah Nian? Who are you going to let lick it?!"
Wen Jing blushed as he listened to his little wife asking him to lick him.
However, the most urgent task is to avenge Anian.
He picked up the 8x scope, found the wall, and the sniper opposite him peeked out at the same time and scoped in.
Wen Jing lost half his health and the sniper fell to the ground.
However, the sniper had a teammate who placed smoke to revive the enemy.
Wen Jing gave the other side no chance to react, and immediately switched to a submachine gun and rushed in from the first floor.
The handsome man got a double kill while saving someone.
"Wow, that's awesome!" Song Nian'an exclaimed loudly, but was pulled back to reality by Zhihua's little paws.
After being beaten to death, Song Nian'an held the cat with one arm and propped himself up on the table with the other, tapping the table with his knuckles.
Hearing a soft, sweet meow, he looked down and squinted at Zhihua before realizing that he had been too loud and was afraid that Wen Jing would hear him.
I don't know if he's asleep in his room or if he's sulking.
I suddenly felt really bad.
Seeing that Zhihua was still beside her, and that old man was probably still sitting blankly in the room, unable to sleep and lost in thought, while she was petting the cat and playing games with others.
Just thinking about these scenes, and then about Wen Jing's feelings right now, Song Nian'an felt so sour that she could squeeze lemon juice out of her mouth.
Wen Jing, who was already in the final round, was distracted by the familiar voice and was caught off guard by the two opponents, who surrounded him behind a rock with nowhere to go.
He was eventually killed by lightning.
If Wen Jing uses his shooting skills and reaction speed normally, he should definitely be able to win.
Even so, the fact that one person could be so dazzling still made the viewers in the live stream go crazy with cheers.
"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, 66666!"
"Wow, this is amazing! Are you a hidden pro player, Blank Bro?!"
"Brother Blank is a real fighter, ruthless and doesn't talk much!"
While everyone was captivated by Brother Blank's marksmanship and movement, Song Nian'an's mind was filled with Wen Jing's deep eyes and handsome appearance. He lowered his voice, coughed twice, and said:
"Um, Blank, that's all for today. I'm logging off now. Goodnight."
A familiar voice came from the other end of the earpiece: "Am I handsome, Anian?"
"handsome...."
The voice made Song Nian'an feel a little dazed; that sexy voice sounded just like Wen Jing's.
The comments section was buzzing, but before I could even watch, there was a knock on the door.
"Go to sleep."
The audience's adrenaline was pumping:
"Damn it, did you guys hear that? Someone's telling Anian to go to sleep!"
"I heard it, it was definitely a man's voice."
"Could she really be being kept by a big shot?!"
"Everyone, why does this voice sound so much like... Brother Blank from before?!"
Song Nian'an shut down his phone at lightning speed. He began to suspect the identity of Brother Blank, but then felt that it was too much of a coincidence.
It's impossible for someone Wen Jing's age to have such agile operation and hand speed.
He took a deep breath, calmed his racing heart, picked up Zhihua, and opened the door.
Song Nian'an said a little guiltyly, "Honey, I was live-streaming for a while just now."
"Yes, I heard it. It was very loud." Wen Jing put his arm around him and walked into the room.
Holy crap, that voice is so incredibly similar.
Song Nian'an asked tentatively, "Honey, did you watch my live stream just now?"
Wen Jing's eyes were as black as the seabed, revealing no emotion, but he was certainly not very happy.
Seeing that Wen Jing didn't speak, Song Nian'an felt guilty and ashamed. She kissed Zhihua and put her in the cat bed, then said to Wen Jing:
"I'd probably find it more comfortable to sleep with you than with a cat."
The door was closed, and a lonely cat sat by the door, wagging its tail.
"husband.."
His voice was gentle, and Wen Jing's subtle change was like a river, with raindrops falling on it, causing ripples to spread across his heart.
Wen Jing turned his head, looked at Song Nian'an's profile, put his hand on the back of his head, and leaned close to him.
The distance between their faces instantly became as close as inches.
Once again, I am surrounded by this familiar love.
"My husband taught me that a kiss will make me happy when I'm angry."
Song Nian'an bit Wen Jing's earlobe; he must be crazy.
Wen Jing's alarm bells had already gone off. He was almost completely numb when the man bit down; his earlobe was his most sensitive spot.
The desires in his heart desperately wanted to escape their cage, forcing his body to make movements that could liberate him.
No matter what, he never went all the way; he was still afraid that his enthusiasm and clumsy actions would hurt Song Nian'an.
Wen Jing frowned. Song Nian'an's hands, still icy from playing games, brushed against his Adam's apple and slid down. Suddenly, Wen Jing grabbed his hand and pushed Song Nian'an away.
"Did you wash your hands after petting the cat? Did you brush your teeth after kissing the cat?"
puff...
"without.."
[This person always gives such a bizarre reason for suddenly braking.]
Song Nian'an's breathing calmed down slightly, but her chest was still rising and falling, unable to conceal the throbbing and heat she had just experienced. The skin exposed on her chest also showed a different kind of flush.
"Then I'll go wash up first, you... wait for me?"
This blatant temptation almost made Wen Jing's nose bleed again. Wen Jing got off the bed and silently straightened his clothes.
"There's a meeting tomorrow morning, go to bed early."
Song Nian'an glanced at him disdainfully. Old men need time to get to the point.
After taking a shower and turning off the lights, Song Nian'an wanted to say something, but Wen Jing was already almost asleep.
I work intensely in the mornings, with no time for lunch breaks, and then I work overtime at home to play games with my little one.
But after a short while, Song Nian'an heard Zhihua scratching at the door, the "scratching" sound going on and on.
Wen Jing sat up with a frown, looking at Song Nian'an with unfocused eyes.
"Is this the bittersweet experience of raising a child?"
"Hmm... he might just be uncomfortable in a new environment. Should we let him in?"
Wen Jing pulled the blanket over herself and lay down.
When he turned over again to hug Song Nian'an to sleep, a furry thing pressed against his stomach, sandwiching them between them.
Zhihua crawled under the covers at the foot of the bed and found the most comfortable spot to lie down.
The sudden sense of pressure alerted the kitten, which meowed and clawed at Wen Jing's chest.
Two blood-red claw marks were clearly visible, running from the neck to the chest.
Alright, before Wen Jing could throw away Zhihua in a fit of anger, Song Nian'an shielded him from the middle.
I've forgotten exactly how I fell asleep.
The very next morning, the receptionist noticed scratches on Mr. Wen's neck and started chatting about it in the group chat.
Xiao Wu, the receptionist: "Playing this wild, bro! This is the first time I've seen President Wen so unrestrained since I joined the company!"
Assistant Xiaoya: "That's too harsh! Take it easy, or the boss will get angry with us!"
Song Nian'an: ...It wasn't me
Xiao Wu, Xiao Ya: The boss is cheating on me?!
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