Chapter 29
Wei Ge's face suddenly turned red, but the more anxious he was, the more likely he was to make mistakes. After Wei Ge's body was ten centimeters away from Xing Zhao, he slipped and fell back into Xing Zhao's arms.
It's even more solid than before.
I don't know why, but the feeling of falling this time is different from the previous one.
It was as if she had transformed from elastic cotton to marble, from first class to economy class, and a muffled groan came from the man under her.
Wei Ge is too thin and looks a bit awkward.
Before he could react, Wei Ge felt his whole body being picked up. Xing Zhao stood up, held Wei Ge's arms with both hands, and carried him to another chair.
Xing Zhao didn't say a word, but the atmosphere seemed a little weird.
He turned around and walked into the kitchen. Judging from the sound, he should have opened a window. Wei Ge didn't look back. He was eager to take a deep breath and adjust his mood. After all, the feeling of falling into Xing Zhao's arms was too real.
It's so real that it makes people think of something else.
The sound of flushing came from the sink. After a while, Xing Zhao reappeared in the living room with a mop in his hand.
So you were washing the mop just now?
Wei Ge stole a glance at Xing Zhao and felt that Uncle Xing's face was also a little wet, a bit like he had just washed his face and some mop water splashed onto his face.
Instead of washing the mop, he washed his face. Wei Ge's scent rushed into Xing Zhao's nostrils, making him feel a little dizzy.
The room must have been too stuffy, that's right.
"Uncle Xing, I'm sorry." Wei Ge saw that the atmosphere was not right. At least Xing Zhao's face was too gloomy at this moment. Regardless of whether he was wrong or not, he felt that it was always right to apologize. It was indeed he who accidentally "slipped" into Xing Zhao's arms.
Xing Zhao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wei Ge and spoke directly: "It's not your fault, why are you apologizing?"
It is Wei Ge's subconscious habit to apologize first when encountering something, and he really doesn't know how to answer this question.
The three words "I'm sorry" are easy for Wei Ge to say. Sometimes they are like an atmosphere regulator. When the other party is unhappy, he will apologize.
He looks easy to bully, but only Wei Ge himself knows whether he is sincere or not.
Xing Zhao put the mop aside, sat down and touched Wei Ge's head: "You don't need to apologize to me next time. I didn't see the water on the ground and you slipped. It's my fault. I wasn't careful enough."
After saying that, Xing Zhao walked to the other side of the dining table, opened the red wine that had been aerated in advance, and poured it into Wei Ge's glass.
"Don't you want to drink? Try it. If you don't like it, leave it to me."
Wei Ge picked up the wine glass in front of him, but before he could even take a sip, the pungent smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils.
I feel that the alcohol content of this wine is not low, but it also comes with a rich aroma.
Wei Ge hesitated but still took a sip. Maybe he drank too quickly, the moment the alcohol rushed into his throat, he choked and coughed several times.
Xing Zhao patted his back and wiped Wei Ge's mouth.
"If you can't drink, drink juice or Coke?"
Wei Ge shook his head and picked up the wine in front of him. It was a bit strange. Many people hate the taste of wine, but are intoxicated by the moment when alcohol fills their brains.
But Wei Ge is different. Wei Ge likes the taste of wine, but alcohol spreads too quickly in his body.
He had already felt a little dizzy after taking the last sip, but some sensation on his taste buds made him want to take another sip.
After drinking it, I want to drink again.
Wei Ge couldn't remember what he had eaten at the table, but he remembered that the moment he fell on the table, it seemed as if something soft caught his face.
It was Xing Zhao's palm.
Xing Zhao was quick to see the child faint, and quickly reached out to catch his face.
He didn't stop the kid from drinking today. He looked very happy. Although his eyes were becoming more and more blurry, Xing Zhao could feel that Wei Ge was really happy today.
He was happy when he was happy. Xing Zhao didn't know when he started to pay attention to Wei Ge's emotions. He could keenly notice his every move, every action and every expression.
Although he is a delicate person, he used to turn off his own functions. Instead of spending time feeling other people's emotions, he would rather talk about more projects and make more money.
Interactions between people are always based on mutual benefit. Xing Zhao is strong enough to have everything he wants without using anyone, so he is too lazy to spend time and effort to sympathize with other people's feelings.
But Wei Ge is different.
Wei Ge would never take advantage of him, and he wanted to reward Wei Ge with his sincerity.
Wei Ge's hot cheek was in his palm. Maybe it was the heat transfer, but Xing Zhao felt that his palm was as hot as Wei Ge's face.
Then he heard Wei Ge's low murmur.
Wei Ge said, "Uncle Xing, thank you."
He didn't know what he was thanking him for. It might be Xing Zhao's care for Wei Mingzhe these days, or it might be his companionship with Wei Ge these past few months.
It would be more accurate to say that Wei Ge was accompanying him rather than taking care of him.
In the past, his life was only about work. Apart from that, Xing Zhao's life was extremely empty.
He seemed to be living in a huge darkness. Although he was surrounded by lights and wine, his eyes always seemed to be arrogant and he was not interested in anything.
Apart from Ji Zeyu, Xing Zhao had no one who could really sit down and have a good meal with him, but Ji Zeyu had strong time management skills and there were too many people around him to eat with.
Ji Zeyu did always invite Xing Zhao to his dinner parties, but there were too many people at his dinner parties, and when those people saw him, they would involve some financial transactions.
All his parents cared about was profit and power. Although Shen Che was with him, he could feel his fear of him.
Occasionally he would let Lao Qin accompany him for dinner, but there was a master-servant distinction between them after all. Even Shen Che, who grew up with him, never considered him a brother, not to mention the old butler who always called him Mr. Xing.
But Wei Ge was not afraid of him.
When he was with him, Xing Zhao always felt more relaxed than ever before. He had never had this feeling before, the feeling of interacting normally with others.
It would be more accurate to say that he helped the Wei family and took care of Wei Mingzhe.
It would be more accurate to say that it gave Xing Zhao the right to experience family life.
Everyone in the Wei family treated him like a family member. There was no calculation towards Xing Zhao in their eyes, and no fear or flattery of his identity.
They treated him as their own family.
Xing Zhao likes it.
He carried Wei Ge upstairs step by step. The smell of alcohol emanated from the child's body, and his heavy breath penetrated Xing Zhao's chest through his slightly wet shirt.
Xing Zhao pushed open Wei Ge's bedroom door and put him on the bed. The last time he entered this room was the day Wei Ge had a fever.
The child was lying on the bed with a red face, almost losing consciousness.
He was really anxious that day. It seemed that no matter how big the project loopholes were over the years, Xing Zhao could always solve them calmly. But when Wei Ge fell ill, he suddenly became worried, even a little irrational.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. This emotion filled his entire nerves. He should have hated this kind of existence and thoughts that would influence his thoughts.
But it didn't.
Xing Zhao covered Wei Ge with the quilt. He gently touched Wei Ge's cheek. Wei Ge, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, hummed softly: "Is it dawn?"
"No, go to sleep. Have a good sleep and the day will be dawn." Xing Zhao spoke in a gentle voice, looking at Wei Ge.
If there were other people present, they would find it hard to believe that the gentle man in front of them who spoke softly was the distant and unapproachable Xing Zhao.
Wei Ge nodded, reached out and took Xing Zhao's hand, and said drunkenly: "Then Uncle Xing, sleep with me."
Xing Zhao's hand was held tightly by Wei Ge. There was no other way, so Xing Zhao could only sit beside Wei Ge's bed, letting Wei Ge hold him with one hand and gently patting Wei Ge's back with the other hand.
"Okay, then I'll sleep with you and leave after you fall asleep."
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It was already late at night when Wei Ge woke up from his drunkenness. To be honest, he didn't drink much, otherwise he would have vomited like those people.
He just gets drunk quickly and falls asleep quickly.
Last time I did something stupid after getting drunk, it seems it’s not that I can’t drink, but that the stuff I mixed with the wine was too horrible.
Wei Ge doesn't act crazy when drunk, he just sleeps well and he is very satisfied with himself.
Thinking of this, he felt dry in the mouth and turned over, wanting to get up and go downstairs to get a glass of water.
But unexpectedly, she fell into Xing Zhao's arms.
Xing Zhao also subconsciously hugged Wei Ge tightly. He was sleeping very soundly, and when Wei Ge turned over, his hands just happened to move forward to hug him, and Wei Ge's whole body just happened to be tightened in his arms.
The two of them leaned against each other tightly in an extremely ambiguous posture. Wei Ge's brain froze for a few seconds, and he dared not move his body. He began to recall whether there was something wrong with his judgment of his own alcohol quality.
Fortunately, the memory was quickly retrieved.
Nothing happened. He just held Xing Zhao's hand and said, "Then Uncle Xing, sleep with me."
Not that great.
But at least he didn't force himself on Xing Zhao.
Didn't confess either.
After spending some time together, Wei Ge has completely confirmed his feelings for Xing Zhao, which go beyond those of ordinary friends and family.
He would feel his heart beating faster when Xing Zhao hugged him, and he would wonder what he was doing when he was not around.
These days, Xing Zhao stayed by his side like his closest family member. On the day Wei Mingzhe was pushed into the operating room, Wei Ge felt so nervous that he was about to vomit.
He is not as strong as he appears to be. To be honest, he is very fragile most of the time.
But he was Jiang Lin's support, so he couldn't show any nervousness or fear. When he couldn't hold on any longer, Xing Zhao appeared behind him and held his shoulders with his hands.
He just held him like a fulcrum, and when his hot palms touched Wei Ge's body, Wei Ge suddenly felt less scared.
Xing Zhao never seemed to think that any of his ideas were childish or ridiculous. He was a very down-to-earth person. No matter what Wei Ge mentioned unintentionally, that thing would appear quietly beside him the next day.
He could feel that Xing Zhao cared about him very much, and perhaps he could tolerate any of his behavior.
Just like that night, Wei Ge kissed him, and the next day he acted as if nothing had happened, and their relationship even took a step further.
Thinking of this, Wei Ge raised his head and looked at Xing Zhao's face, which was half swallowed by the darkness. His facial features were very three-dimensional, with thick eyebrows, eyelashes like the moon, a high nose bridge, and lips...
Wei Ge suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes, and kissed Xing Zhao.
That night, everything in that bedroom seemed to come together again.
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