The Man Who Married a Tyrant

When He Wenchu ​​stood up from the sofa, He Yuheng stared at him subconsciously, worried that his body would not be able to support anything.

When He Wenchu ​​walked into the bathroom, he quietly stood at the door and listened carefully to the movement inside to prevent any accident from happening to the other party. Then he remembered another thing and asked He Wenchu ​​across the door: "He Wenchu ​​is here. Is the hospital far away?"

As soon as he spoke, He Wenchu ​​understood what he meant, he laughed secretly, and said, "It's not very far, I'll teach you how to navigate with your mobile phone later, where you want to go."

He Yuheng didn't quite understand it, but he still agreed.

He Wenchu ​​was lying in the bathtub, recalling what he saw just now. He subconsciously compared his body with He Yuheng. He Yuheng was probably very thin and his waist was very thin because of his financial constraints. Dressed or not, he is much thinner than him.

As for himself, He Wenchu ​​pinched the muscles on his body.

He has learned Sanda and also played in the league. Although he is in his early twenties, he has not neglected himself in these years, so his physical condition is quite good, his muscles are solid, hard and elastic.

He glanced at the hazy figure outside the glass door, and suddenly waved his hand and knocked down the shampoo product beside him to the ground, and the figure outside moved slightly: "A Chu?"

Why ask the first eye to see the nose and nose to see the heart.

He Yuheng patted the door: "Achu? What's wrong with you?"

Why did you close your eyes and rest your mind at the beginning.

He Yuheng stretched out his hand and pushed the door, then twisted it open and walked in, hurried to his side, and patted his face: "Achu, wake up."

He Wenchu ​​opened his eyes slowly: "Huh? I seem to be asleep."

He Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief: "You are not in good health, don't take a bath all the time, it is very dangerous to fall asleep here."

"En." He Wenchu ​​sat up, propped his forehead with one hand and showed He Yuheng the vigorous muscles on his arm, and said slowly, "Maybe because I'm too tired."

"Go to rest early." He Yuheng confirmed that he was alright and relieved. When He Wen first saw that he was leaving, he hurriedly stopped people: "Have you noticed any difference between us?"

He Yuheng turned back again: "What?"

"What's the difference with your body?" He Wenchu ​​raised his eyebrows at him and motioned him to look at him. He Yuheng's eyes fell on him. After a while, he nodded and said, "You eat well and you are fatter than me."

He Wenchu ​​corrected unhappily: "It's not fat, it's strong."

"Well, you are strong." He Yuheng didn't want to entangle this topic with him. Although he knew that He Wenchu ​​was not showing off to him, the contrast between the two people's different lives still made him feel a little uncomfortable. Emotions made him feel ashamed again, how could he be jealous of Ah Chu being so nice to him.

After he went out, He Wenchu ​​himself felt that it was boring to continue sitting, so he put on his bathrobe and went out. He Yuheng was testing the bed in the second bedroom, watching him come out and asking, "Am I sleeping here today?"

"No, you sleep with me."

"?"

"This second bedroom has not been cleaned up yet."

"But I feel clean."

"You don't understand, I usually use this bedroom to entertain the homeless. You are my family now, how can I feel wronged for you to sleep in this bed? I said that I want to share the blessings and sorrows with you, okay? Of course the bed will be shared too."

"I think it's already very..."

"You don't have to think about it, I think it's fine. If you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll sleep here, and you can sleep on my good bed."

Ah Chu was really wholeheartedly trying to integrate him into this family. He Yuheng was so moved that he had to sit up from the bed and follow him to the master bedroom.

From the perspective of space, the secondary bedroom is of course not as big as the master bedroom, and from the decoration point of view, the secondary bedroom is obviously not designed with the master bedroom. The quilt that goes up is very different to the touch.

He really considers himself family.

He Yuheng couldn't help laughing, threw himself on it with force, turned over and rolled around, and asked, "Can everyone here sleep in such a comfortable bed?"

"This world is the same as there. There is a big gap between the rich and the poor." He Wenchu ​​picked up the hairdryer to blow his head, and explained to him, "Only rich people can sleep in such a comfortable bed."

"Achu is really amazing." He Yuheng sat up and couldn't help but look at him with admiration: "This bed costs a lot of money, right?"

He Wenchu ​​curled his lips and said, "I can buy a lot of them in a day. Come here and blow your hair."

He Yuheng went around and sat beside him, turned his head and glanced at the quilt on the bed wet with his hair, then looked at him, He Wenchu ​​said, "It's okay, it will be dry in a while."

He Yuheng was relieved. His hair was very long, and it was a little troublesome to blow it. After being blown for a while, he felt embarrassed: "I'll do it myself."

"I'm here today, you remember how I blew it, and you can do it yourself next time."

He Yuheng agreed, remembering it honestly, He Wenchu ​​turned his head to look at his face that looked exactly like him, and said, "I'll take you for a haircut tomorrow, long hair is a bit dazzling here, and it's very easy to clean. Trouble, the weather will be hot soon, and short hair will be neater and cooler."

He Yuheng frowned and his face suddenly sank: "No."

He Wenchu ​​tutted, put down the hairdryer, reached out and grabbed his long hair, brushed it with one hand, and lost a few strands of hair, He Yuheng had turned his head slightly, and his face was solemn: "Parents who are affected by body hair and skin, this One point, I will never promise Ah Chu."

"Yes, I'll just mention it casually. If you don't want to, we won't go. Anyway, there are still sister Zheng and the emperor to accompany you."

He Yuheng's expression still seemed to be insulted, but he had not recovered: "Your Majesty will definitely not agree to this."

"Yes." He Wenchu ​​said: "I can understand you very well, really, don't be serious, let's sleep, okay?"

He Yuheng lay down, was silent for a while, and then said, "Does the queen know about your illness?"

sick, what sick? He Wen lied down and reacted for two seconds before he said in a heavy tone, "I don't know."

"I'll keep it a secret for you."

"Well..." He Wenchu ​​wanted to laugh a little, but didn't dare. He heard that the people around him were breathing smoothly, and after a while, he spoke again: "You are not in good health, and the Queen is not a temperament that is submissive. Don't bully him like that in the future."

"You're right."

"He's a younger brother, don't call his sister, it's very insulting."

He Wenchu ​​was very educated: "I see."

He Yuheng didn't speak anymore, he closed his eyes, because the bed was really comfortable, he soon fell asleep, and gradually, he suddenly noticed that the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, even though he was covered with a quilt, he was still woken up by the cold Now, his eyelashes trembled, and he felt that the temperature at night was very strange. It was already the end of spring now, how could it be so cold? Rao was his martial arts body, and he couldn't bear it.

"Achu?"

He Wenchu ​​said lazily, "What's wrong?"

"Do you feel cold?"

"I forgot to tell you, the temperature difference between day and night here is a bit big." He said softly: "Why, is it cold?"

"It's cold." He Yuheng rubbed the goosebumps on his body and said, "Is there any extra quilt?"

He Wenchu ​​took a peek at the air conditioner that was deliberately turned down from the corner of his eyes, and tugged at his quilt, saying, "The other quilts haven't been exposed to the sun. My skin is sensitive and I'll get a rash when I cover it up. If you don't dislike it, the two of us will fight together. a bit?"

He Yuheng had no choice but to nod, and two wide quilts were placed over the two of them. After a quilt, He Wenchu ​​suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Your hand is a little cold, come here a little, and you can get warm by getting closer. ."

He Yuheng has a body that can't get enough to eat all the year round. I'm really afraid that he's not in good health at the beginning of the year. He hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said, "Don't bother, the two layers of quilt are already very warm."

He Wenchu ​​squinted his eyes, reached out his hand and silently touched the remote control of the air conditioner beside him. With two beeps, He Yuheng pricked up his ears and didn't realize what the **** was, but soon, he realized that two layers of quilt were not enough. He Wenchu ​​seemed to have become accustomed to such a temperature for heating. He slept very deeply. He Yuheng's frozen hair stood on end. He subconsciously shrank his head into the quilt. He Wenchu ​​half opened his eyes and glanced at him, and found that He shrank for a while, and finally rubbed slowly towards himself.

He Wenchu ​​kept his half-open eyes closed, and finally successfully hugged the other person. The soft hair was rubbing against his neck. One of his hands reached over and touched a button on the remote control. Adjust the temperature again.

Everything is done without knowing it.

The indoor temperature gradually returned to normal, and He Yuheng finally fell asleep.

Perhaps because it was the first time he slept in such a comfortable bed, he slept very deeply. When He Wenchu ​​woke up yawning, he still had a hairy head on his chest. He reached out and touched the soft hair. . He Yuheng immediately reached out and pushed his hand, still falling asleep.

He felt very cordial around He Wenchu, knowing that the other party was a good person, knowing that the world didn't have to worry all day long, and he felt a sense of security in his heart.

I have to say that they shared a body before and cultivated a very deep relationship.

He Yuheng was awakened by the smell of rice. In his memory, there has never been such a morning full of rice aroma. He suddenly sat up and looked around. The memories of yesterday gradually came to his mind, and then he slowly put down his tense body. He stuck his head out of the bed, stretched out his hand and put the slippers neatly by the bed, put them on, and walked out the door.

He Wenchu ​​was wearing home clothes, and he didn't turn his head back when he heard the movement: "Go wash, the purple toothbrush in the bedroom is yours, I squeezed the toothpaste for you just now, put it on the cup, just put it in your mouth and rub your teeth, I remember you used it last night, didn't you?"

It was used, He Yuheng walked in, looked at the bright and clean bedroom, then looked at the bright mirror, and raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a smile.

The world is so nice.

Going out of the bathroom, breakfast was already on the table, He Wenchu ​​took off his apron and introduced him to him: "This is a golden fried dough stick, which is freshly fried, this is ham sausage, this is soy milk, this is what you drank yesterday. I've also fried you a poached egg, heart-shaped, do you know what that means? Huh?"

He Yuheng pondered, then smiled: "Welcome me?"

"Yes, welcome you to my heart."

He Yuheng's goosebumps began to jump on his skin, he subconsciously looked at He Wenchu, He Wenchu ​​pulled his lips, sat down opposite him, and said, "Why is this expression, did I say something wrong?"

"No..." I just feel that this is a bit strange.

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I actually saw someone who said that they wanted to see Fang Tianhua and the monk... This pair, let's say goodbye, Fang Tianhua is vicious and paranoid, and it's not like Zhengzheng, it will kill people Yes, the monk looks kindly and looks like an atypical sick girl... Fang Tianhua may stab him in the kidney while laughing, and the monk will coax him to be obedient while abolishing his martial arts, although if I write them both It can definitely be sweet, but such a CP will be filled with a terrifying wind that does not conform to Jinjiang's values.

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