22 This... this is not my room!

"If you don't leave, I will change one month to two months, do you believe me?" He looked at the fruit plate that had been half eaten up while he was distracted, and his face became even uglier.

Because he made that fruit plate himself, and originally intended for Fang Xingluo. He said that he remembered that he was very good at it when he was a child playing house, and he said that he wanted to see if his skills were still there after all these years. Unexpectedly,

Fang Xingluo had no time to see it and it was almost eaten up by this rogue who broke into the room.

"What else can you do every day besides threatening me? I just ate a few pieces of your fruit, do you have to be so stingy? You don't let me say it, but I will eat it anyway!" Wen Zihuan said and quickly cleared the remaining half of the plate.

This time Fang Xingluo really had no chance to watch, because even the flowers used for decoration next to the fruit plate were eaten by Wen Zihuan.

"Is your fruit bad? Why is it a bit bitter?" Wen Zihuan just tasted those flowers at this time.

Although he said that the taste was not right, he still swallowed it into his stomach along with the fruit, and then drank the glass of grape juice next to it.

Zhou Jingbai had not had time to stop him before he had already finished the glass. Seeing that the fruit plate and juice that he had prepared for half a day were gone in the blink of an eye, his patience was also exhausted.

Since talking doesn't work, let's just take action.

Then he grabbed Wen Zihuan's collar and dragged him towards the door. He was about to throw him out of the door, but he couldn't pull him away.

Looking back, he found that he was clinging to the door frame and refused to leave.

"You've already eaten and drunk, what else do you want? Go back to your room now. I'll forgive you for running out and drinking today."

Zhou Jingbai's fists hanging at his sides were clenched white with knuckles while he spoke. It seemed that he had reached the limit of his patience.

"Even if you say you'll forgive me, you will definitely find faults in other places and try to punish me! I'll be crazy if I believe you again!"

[Is it necessary to be so angry because he just ate two pieces of fruit and drank a glass of juice? It should be said that as a rich man, he is really petty. The glass of juice just now was too sweet. I'll go in and see if there is anything salty.] So soon a

dilemma arose. Wen Zihuan insisted on going in, and Zhou Jingbai refused to let him in.

"Wen, Zi, Huan, if you don't let go, I will..." The voice stopped abruptly, because his mouth was blocked.

And the thing used to block it was something he didn't expect. Wen Zihuan kissed him and they separated.

"Stop making so much noise." After saying that, he shook off the restraints on his hands and swung into the room again.

However, Zhou Jingbai was still stunned because of the kiss just now.

It is no exaggeration to say that they have never been like this before. After all, Wen Zihuan was Mrs. Zhou who was thrust into his hands without any warning by the Zhou family.

They only knew the name when they got the marriage certificate, and it didn't seem like they had any feelings for each other no matter how they looked at it.

If it weren't for his mother's request to send someone to check on him from time to time, and if his care was not good enough, he would not have planned to let Wen Zihuan share a room with him.

But in essence, he didn't really think about Wen Zihuan in the position of Mrs. Zhou.

The kiss just now was fleeting, but the alcohol seemed to have passed through the kiss, and Zhou Jingbai felt drunk in a trance

. There was still warmth and the sweetness of fruit between his lips and teeth, thanks to Wen Zihuan who had just eaten a whole fruit plate.

Normally, he should be disgusted and angry, but now there is no sign of these emotions.

After watching Wen Zihuan looking for food for half a minute, he closed the door and walked straight in.

"There is nothing to eat, forget it, it's better to go to my room." Wen Zihuan searched around and found nothing. He remembered that there were a few packs of beef jerky in his room, so he wanted to go back.

Before, he was blocked from entering, but now he was blocked from leaving.

"A good dog doesn't block the road." He looked at the wall in front of him that blocked the road tightly and said with dissatisfaction.

Under normal circumstances, this sentence alone would be enough to make Zhou Jingbai furious, but this time he was not angry, which was unusual.

With red eyes, he reached out and grabbed Wen Zihuan's hand that tried to push him away.

"Let me go, it hurts..." He was tough in the last second and trembled in the next second.

Although Zhou Jingbai let go immediately, a circle of red marks was still left on the wrist of the man in front of him.

He raised his head and met Wen Zihuan's wet eyes, tears swirling in them, which could fall at any time, and the blush on his face was deeper than before.

Wen Zihuan touched his wrist that was beginning to swell up from being pinched with an aggrieved face.

Little did he know how terrible he looked in the eyes of others...

Fang Xingluo came ten minutes later. He had just replied to Zhou Jingbai's message and was about to go over when his family called. He had accidentally been gone for so long.

Because he had the room card, he didn't bother running inside to open the door, so he swiped the card and went in.

The scene that came into his eyes and the groaning that came to his ears made him stand there in a daze.

Wen Zihuan's collar was wide open at this time, and there were some inexplicable red marks on it.

Zhou Jingbai was hugging his waist tightly at this time, and their bodies were almost pressed together when he came in.

"Brother Jingbai, sorry to bother you." Fang Xingluo said this and quickly closed the door and went out.

Zhou Jingbai regained consciousness because of the interruption. He didn't know what to do for a moment when he saw Wen Zihuan crying softly in front of him.

He rarely behaved out of control like this. He obviously didn't drink any alcohol, so why did he look like he was drunk?

He rubbed his temples and tried to calm himself down. Half a minute later, he put Wen Zihuan, who couldn't even stand steadily, on the bed. However, he didn't leave immediately, but came out of the room half an hour later.

Zhou Jingbai didn't go to Fang Xingluo to explain what happened just now, but just picked an empty room and went in.

The first feeling Wen Zihuan had when he woke up was a sore throat, head, hands, and neck.

Did he go to a fight last night? Why does it hurt here and there and he has no strength?

After struggling for a long time, he finally sat up. He groped his way to the bathroom with sleepy eyes to wash up, but he couldn't find the toothbrush where he put it. He opened his eyes and found that it had been moved.

After picking it up, he found that the feel was wrong before he squeezed the toothpaste. His toothbrush was the limited edition co-branded one with a little man on it. Even without looking, he could feel that the bald one in his hand was not his.

"Who changed my toothbrush?" Wen Zihuan was furious, but no one answered him since he was the only one there.

He was about to go out and call the staff to ask if it was lost during the cleaning, only to find out that this was not his room at all.

Looking at the scenery outside the French window, it can be seen that his room is inside so the view is not that good.

"No, this is not my room, then why did I wake up here?"