The Man Who Married a Tyrant

He Yuheng's hand trembled slightly, he lowered his head and looked at the man lying in front of him, his mood suddenly messed up, he wanted to ask something, but it seemed difficult to say it.

He Wenchu ​​spoke again to free him from being overwhelmed: "Okay, let's go out to eat, ah..."

He suddenly sighed: "I can't get up, please pull me."

He Yuheng grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the chair. He Wenchu ​​suddenly forced his feet and rushed towards him. He Yuheng was caught off guard, but because the chassis was very stable, he still stood on the spot and just leaned back. A little on the upper body, He Wenchu's face almost touched his face, and his dark eyes stared at him without blinking.

He Yuheng subconsciously held his breath and swallowed uneasily.

He Wenchu ​​smiled again and distanced himself from him: "It was too violent, didn't it scare you?"

He Yuheng shook his head.

The two went downstairs from the private elevator and went to eat at a nearby restaurant. The food here is a bit strange to He Yuheng, but most of them are delicious. He has never eaten such delicious food, even if After following Fang Tianhua, the precious thirteenth prince, he had never eaten such delicious food.

He restrained and put the boiled meat slices in a bowl, rolled up the rice and put it in his mouth together. The overly delicious food made him salivate. He lowered his head and took two more bites of rice. The rice here is also delicious. A bowl exudes a heart-warming fragrance, as if I can't get enough of it.

If he hadn't met Ah Chu, he might never have eaten such fine rice and such delicious dishes in his life.

"Eat more." He Wenchu ​​sandwiched meat for him and said, "It's just the two of us, you have to eat the vegetables closely, or these will be thrown out."

He Yuheng swallowed the rice and stressed in disbelief, "Pour it out?"

"Yes, look at the aunt who cleans the table. She has a swill bucket. If we can't finish it, no matter how much is left, we will throw it away."

Such a waste.

He Yuheng began to bury his head and eat hard, saying that it was hard eating, but he also ate very reservedly, perhaps because of his character experience, he couldn't gobble it up.

He Wen first took two bites and started watching him eat: "Don't worry, we still have a long time, and there will be many, many delicious foods in the future, which can be enjoyed slowly."

"Yeah." He Yuheng nodded, eating without talking or sleeping. In this respect, he is very similar to Fang Tianzhuo. He seldom speaks during meals. How do you feel when you listen to his BB while eating, do you want to shoot him to death?

He wanted to laugh again.

He Yuheng goes to and from get off work with him every day. Because he has nothing to do, He Wenchu ​​bought him some books to read, but he is not very sure about many words. Every time He Wenchu ​​is busy, he always circles it first. , wait for the other party to finish before asking.

At this time, the weather was hot and cold. It was still very cool to enter the room from the outside where the sun was shining. He Yuheng had a strong curiosity about the company's system. Then he found that there was wind coming out of the mesh above his head, he subconsciously reached out to test it, and the wind seemed to be circulating, from time to time.

Walking out of He Wenchu's office, there was a thing at every distance above his head, and he began to realize that this thing was amazing.

"Mr. He." A voice came from behind him, he turned around immediately, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

He Yuheng subconsciously turned his face away and pointed to the top of his head: "This, what is it?"

"ceiling?"

"No, it will blow."

"Oh, ground source heat pump." The secretary couldn't help laughing. He always felt that this gentleman seemed to be from ancient times. He never said what his identity was. The twin brothers were probably sold to the mountains since they were young. The secretary girl was very considerate: "Have you never seen this? Mr. He should have an air conditioner in his house, and a remote control to adjust the indoor temperature, which is basically similar to this. "

He Yuheng suddenly realized something: "Can it be lowered?"

"Of course." The secretary nodded vigorously and said, "But generally the minimum is 16 degrees. Under normal circumstances, 26 degrees in summer is just right."

"Remote control, what is it?"

He Wenchu ​​found that his Ah Heng was a little strange. When the two returned home at night, he went straight into the bedroom. He Wenchu ​​was packing the fresh vegetables that he sent, and he was puzzled.

He Yuheng rummaged in the bedroom, and then found something similar to the picture the secretary girl showed him on the bedside of He Wenchu's bed. He picked it up and pressed it intuitively.

After a while, he closed the door and walked out, feeling the temperature difference outside the bedroom.

He Wenchu ​​found out that Ah Heng looked at him strangely, even though he was trying to fight for himself as always, when he returned to the bedroom after dinner, He Wenchu ​​glanced at the remote control of the air conditioner that had been moved, and suddenly understood.

He Yuheng was washing the dishes quietly. The sound of water washed away, and those fingers were quite nice. He Wenchu ​​walked over slowly and said, "Are you very hot today?"

He Yuheng frowned, "No."

"Then why did you turn on the air conditioner in the bedroom so low?"

He actually took the initiative to ask himself, He Yuheng turned to look at him, and said solemnly: "Why do you set the temperature so low every night?"

"What do you think?"

"I..." He Yuheng looked at him, sullen for a while, then withdrew his gaze, and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

He Wenchu ​​approached him and smiled: "I really don't know?"

He Yuheng moved to one side subconsciously, quickly washed the dishes and put them on the rack, and went around him and wiped his hands with a towel: "Let's go out."

He walked towards the door to change his shoes. He Wenchu ​​followed slowly. After He Yuheng changed, he had to wait for him at the door. The latter didn't let him wait too long. The two walked into the elevator as always. Confused, his face was slightly gloomy.

He Wenchu ​​was as gentle as always: "I am seven years older than Dazheng, and now I am thirty-one years old."

He Yuheng said honestly, "It's very big."

"Do you think it's too big?" He Wenchu's face twitched for a moment, showing a complicated expression: "Like me, it's not easy to find someone, I don't like the older ones, and the young ones are too immature. , do you know how tired I was from coaxing a zither? I never wanted to coax a woman in my life."

He Yuheng said: "You... the same as His Majesty?"

"No, of course I'm different from him." He Wenchu ​​quite hated comparing himself with others, he said, "I don't like arrogant children like Dazheng, I like men who are as mature as me."

man……

He was so righteous, but He Yuheng didn't know how to take it.

Fortunately, the elevator opened soon, he immediately walked out, He Wenchu ​​followed him calmly, and said, "Ah Heng, you really don't understand why, let you sleep with me. Bed, why, deliberately lower the temperature, why, every morning to cook for you, why, let you stay by my side all the time?"

He Yuheng stopped at a loss, turned his head and asked, "Why?"

"Of course it's because..." He Wenchu ​​looked at him with unblinking eyes, He Yuheng's heart beat faster, he hadn't said the words, but he seemed to have an idea in his mind. This thought made him feel extremely ashamed. His face turned red all of a sudden, he turned his face away, and heard the other party's naturally smiling voice: "Because you are Ah Heng."

He Yuheng's heartbeat began to calm down gradually, and the fever on his face faded a little. He frowned, and just felt his breathing was steady, He Wenchu's figure suddenly came up: "Ah Heng, you really don't know, you are right. For me, how special is it?"

He Yuheng was stiff.

He knew that he was special. Ah Chu had said this more than once, but now, he found that what he said was special was somewhat different from what he understood.

He wanted to ask, how special is it? What kind of special?

But his ears were so hot that he couldn't say a word.

He Yuheng didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He was bored for a while, and suddenly he jumped up. Before He Wenchu ​​could react, he saw his toes stepping on the flowers on one side and suddenly jumping to the other side. , people have no shadow.

He Wenchu: "..."

He turned around in a circle, and then went behind the flower bed, but he still couldn't find the other person's figure.

Which old **** invented this **** light work.

He Wenchu ​​leaned against the tree, took out a cigarette and lit it, smoking and thinking. After a while, he took out his mobile phone to call He Yuheng, but the other party had a mobile phone, and the call was quickly connected. He took off his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and blamed: "Have I told you that you can't use light work here, you want us to be on the headlines tomorrow and be watched?"

"……Feel sorry."

He Wenchu ​​put a soft voice: "Where did you go?"

There was no sound inside for a long time, He Wenchu ​​waited patiently for a while, and heard him say, "Behind you."

He Wenchu ​​put away the phone, turned his face, and saw the other person sitting quietly on the bench behind the tree. He glanced at He Wenchu, quickly lowered his eyelashes, and squeezed the phone with his fingers.

He Wenchu ​​walked up to him and suddenly laughed. He took a breath and called him, "Aheng."

As soon as He Yuheng looked up, he was sprayed with smoke from his head. He coughed violently, staring at him with slightly round eyes, "You..."

"Angry?"

"……No."

"This is punishment." He Wenchu ​​was serious and said, "You can't use light work in front of me in the future, you know that I can't catch up with you."

"Got it." He Yuheng felt uncomfortable looking down at him, so he simply stood up, "What is this?"

"Cigarettes." He Wenchu ​​did not forget to hint: "I will smoke a few when I'm in a bad mood."

He Yuheng immediately realized that he was causing him to be in a bad mood, and he apologized again: "I won't in the future."

He Wenchu ​​did not speak.

He Yuheng was like a criminal waiting for trial, and like a bear child waiting for his parents' forgiveness, feeling uneasy in his heart. Finally, He Wenchu ​​raised his hand and pinned the cigarette **** on the trash can on one side, spit out the last puff of smoke, and said, "I'm not angry with Ah Heng."

He Yuheng looked at him.

"I'm just worried, I'm afraid that you will be treated as an alien, make headlines, and be watched... Then, more people will know about this, and Fang Tianzhuo will also be exposed, and then, someone will investigate further and discover Dazheng There is a mirror at home that can travel through the past and present, maybe the people here will not be good, but it will definitely anger Fang Tianzhuo, and when he gets angry, he will die."

He Yuheng deeply realized how big a mistake he had made, and his tone was even lower: "I won't do it in the future."

He Wenchu ​​came back and said with relief: "I'm just making an assumption, things are not that serious."

"Um."

He Wenchu ​​stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

He Yuheng: "?"

He hesitantly handed it over, but He Wenchu ​​suddenly grabbed it, and He Yuheng was caught off guard, and was dragged by him and rushed over.

He showed He Yuheng's familiar smile again, with a bit of seriousness: "That's right, if you want to fly in the future, just fly into my arms."

He Yuheng's face turned red, he stared at He Wenchu ​​all of a sudden, and became angry: "What the **** do you mean?"

He Wenchu's nose almost collided with him, and sighed, "I made it so obvious, you still don't understand?"

"..." He Yuheng felt a sullen breath in his heart, and was very uncomfortable: "I don't understand."

He Wenchu's smile suddenly froze, and slowly converged. He tentatively asked, "You hate me?"

"No!"

He Wenchu's smile came slowly but quickly. He laughed softly, his lips opening and closing close at hand: "That's what I like."

He Yuheng's whole body became hot, and he instantly seemed to have his head lowered, and a maddening message appeared in his mind:

I actually like Achu.

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My brother is an old man who can't bear to be lonely. He's not young and cute. Of course, the progress is fast~

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