"Cen, Cen Shao." Wang Weichu greeted stumblingly.

Cen Yao nodded, he pushed the Baked Crab Mushroom with Foie Gras Sauce, and asked, "Want to eat it?"

Immediately, all eyes were focused on Wang Weichu.

Wang Weichu really likes to eat this, but the Cheng family pays attention to etiquette and can't eat too much of their favorite dishes. Wang Weichu didn't want to expose his petty arrogance, so he ate less. Especially now, he has no appetite at all.

So Wang Weichu shook his head.

The Cheng family frowned without a trace.

Cen Yao put away his hand, but he was not annoyed by being rejected.

He was still cool.

But his legs still did not retract.

Wang Weichu's hand gripping the chopsticks tightened, and shyness slowly rose in his heart.

He thought about it slowly... How could Cen Yao notice that he likes to eat that dish?

...

The meal was a mess.

Wang Weichu hardly ate anything.

Mother Cheng asked Cen Yao to stay here for one night.

"I haven't seen it for several years, so I can't just go back like this. Yaoyao stayed here for one night. The room you stayed here in junior high school is still there. It's all cleaned up..."

The Cheng family went to battle, trying to convince Cen Yao.

Cen Yao: "Okay."

The Cheng family was stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect Cen Yao to agree so easily.

Cheng Shuwen was overjoyed, and the joy on his face could hardly be concealed... Is it because of him that Cen Yao agreed so quickly?

Mother Cheng smiled and said, "Then you can chat later..."

Cheng Shuwen nodded and looked at Cen Yao.

"My jet lag hasn't reversed yet." Cen Yao said lightly.

Mother Cheng said quickly: "Then rest first, Shuwen, you accompany Yaoyao upstairs. Look at the layout of the room, whether it suits Yaoyao's mind. Yaoyao, the upstairs is cleaned very well, I know you are clean..."

Cheng Shuwen got up and accompanied Cen Yao upstairs.

Before Cen Yao went upstairs, he glanced back at Wang Weichu again, fluttering, if not for the experience under the table, Wang Weichu would have thought it was his own illusion.

Others have naturally forgotten Wang Weichu.

Wang Weichu pursed his lower lip and followed upstairs.

Cen Yao entered the room.

Cheng Shuwen stopped, turned his head, looked at Wang Weichu, and said with a complicated expression, "You can sleep in the guest room by yourself tonight."

Cheng Shuwen is very busy. When he is busy occasionally, the two will no longer have the same room.

This is not surprising.

But today...

Wang Weichu thought to himself, is he going to find Cen Yao?

Wang Weichu felt extremely uncomfortable, but suddenly thought of the action under the table. He clenched his fingers, and there was a shameful feeling in his heart again,...refreshing.

They said that Cheng Shuwen could not ask Cen Yao.

Wang Weichu couldn't tell whether Cen Yao was gay or not. He didn't even know why Cen Yao did this...

But that action can't be faked.

Wang Weichu responded, "Yes."

Seeing that he was good-natured, Cheng Shuwen didn't look so unpleasant when he looked at his dress, but just reminded lightly: "Cen's family is more disciplined than ours, and Cen Yao doesn't like seeing people dressed like you."

Wang Weichu clenched his fingers even tighter.

Cheng Shuwen's tone was flat, as if he was just narrating the facts. In fact, he didn't feel much when he heard these words in the past. After all, the humiliation of others is more mean.

But at this moment, thinking that Cen Yao is in this villa, Wang Weichu has a feeling of being stripped down and thrown to the ground and trampled on...

Wang Weichu replied vaguely, "Yes."

"Okay, let's go." Cheng Shuwen said.

go?

Where is he going?

Wang Weichu pursed his lips and went to the guest room.

It was at this time that he discovered that Cen Yao's room was only separated from his guest room by a wall.

Cheng Shuwen frowned when he saw this, but didn't say anything.

Wang Weichu entered the guest room on the front foot, and Cheng Shuwen followed Cen Yao's room on the back foot.

"Cen Yao." He whispered.

Cen Yao raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently.

Cheng Shuwen shuddered unconsciously, and he didn't know if it was his illusion. After returning to China, Cen Yao seemed to be more powerful than before. Cheng Shuwen stood in front of him, and he felt that his breathing was not smooth.

"Anything?" Cen Yao sat down on the sofa, his long legs bent slightly.

Cheng Shuwen was frightened for no reason.

He suppressed the weird feeling in his heart and smiled: "You rest first, we will talk about the rest tomorrow."

He glanced at Cen Yao twice before turning around and leaving.

However, Cen Yao turned his head and stared at the wall next to him.

Shouldn't wait too long...

Wang Weichu almost didn't eat dinner. He flipped through the book for a while, watched the online drama for a while, and chatted with Jin Yao for a while.

Of course, he didn't tell Jin Yao that Cen Yao hooked his leg today.

If you say this, others will think he is a lunatic.

In fact, Wang Weichu also felt incredible.

"Guji-"

There was an empty growl in his stomach.

Wang Weichu couldn't stand it anymore.

He glanced at the time.

It's eleven o'clock at night.

At this time, he will definitely not be able to eat, and the servants of the Cheng family will not make an exception for him to make supper for him because he is hungry.

Wang Weichu got up and opened the door, thinking of finding something to fill his stomach downstairs.

But the door next door opened at the same time.

In the silent night, the door opening sound was particularly clear.

Wang Weichu instinctively looked over.

Cen Yao was only wearing a white shirt, he stood there with a long shadow drawn behind him.

Then Wang Weichu heard him ask lightly, "Hungry?"

Wang Weichu was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Cen Yao walked up to him and stretched out his hand, as if to hug him.

Wang Weichu was startled when he heard a soft click, and Cen Yao closed the door behind him.

"Let's go." Cen Yao said.

where to go?

Before he could understand, Wang Weichu instinctively followed.

"Come in." Cen Yao walked back to his room, stopped and said.

Wang Weichu also wanted to go in a little bit. He wanted to know, is Cheng Shuwen in there?

Wang Weichu hesitated for a moment, then walked in.

Cen Yao's hand circled around him again and closed the door.

Wang Weichu shivered nervously, and then raised his head,...empty, without Cheng Shuwen.

This bedroom is spacious, twice the size of the guest room.

Warm yellow lights fill the space, not far from the coffee table and sofa.

Cen Yao walked to the sofa and asked, "Do you want to eat cake?"

Wang Weichu didn't answer.

But Cen Yao had already bent down and took out a palm-sized Black Forest cake from the small refrigerator. He put the cake on the coffee table and said, "Eat it yourself."

Wang Weichu was in a trance.

He was a little confused about Cen Yao's attitude, but he still walked to the sofa, sat down, opened the cake, and ate slowly.

Sweet and a little bit of chocolate bitter.

As the food entered his stomach, Wang Weichu felt a little more comfortable.

But Cen Yao didn't sit down, he got up to wash a glass, poured a glass of hot water, and put it in Wang Weichu's hand: "Drink some water."

Wang Weichu was stunned again.

He looked at Cen Yao's movements slightly in a trance.

Cen Yao...wash the cup...pour hot water...for him?

Wang Weichu held up the water glass and mechanically lowered his head and took a sip.

Warm water entered his throat.

I feel more comfortable in my stomach.

That feeling is too clear, it can be seen that everything in front of you is not a dream.

"Are you Wang Qingzhi's son?" Cen Yao asked.

"...Well." The man in front of him called out his father's name. Wang Weichu had a deeper understanding of how powerful Cen Yao's family was.

Wang Weichu was a little afraid to look at Cen Yao.

He lowered his head and silently ate half of the cake.

Cen Yao asked, "Have you eaten enough?"

Wang Weichu put down the cake fork: "Enough."

He thought it was strange.

what is this? Run to the rival's room and eat his cake?

He had a lot of things to ask Cen Yao.

Do you like Cheng Shuwen, why did you do that today... But all the words were stuck in his throat, and Wang Weichu couldn't make a sound.

So what is good?

Say, I'm leaving?

When Wang Weichu's mind was in a mess.

Cen Yao held his leg and whispered, "Don't move." Cen Yao's voice was still cold, and it sounded like an unattainable distance.

Wang Weichu: ?

Cen Yao leaned forward, raised his hand, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips: "I've eaten to my mouth."

Wang Weichu was startled, then instinctively stepped back.

Even Cheng Shuwen had never done such an action to him!

Cen Yao held his leg.

Wang could not retreat even if he did not retreat.

Cen Yao's eyes locked on him firmly.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of strength.

Wang Weichu froze there, his heart was beating wildly, his brain almost stopped.

Cen Yao pressed his lips.

soft.

Wang Weichu had a vague conjecture in his heart, but that conjecture was too crazy, how could it be possible...

Cen Yao's hand suddenly moved away, and turned to clasp the back of his head, and then crushed him completely on the sofa.

The man kissed hard.

"I'll clean it up for you."

Wang Weichu's mind was rumbling, his hands and feet were numb again, and he could hardly make any other response.

Cen Yao easily pried open his lips and lifted his shirt with one hand.

Wang Weichu was shocked, and only then did he regain some strength.

He pushed Cen Yao, looking embarrassed: "What are you... doing? I... I'm married!"

What a fool.

It is also the Cheng family and the Wang family who took the dough and rounded it and flattened it.

Cen Yao sighed in his heart: "...Do you think the marriage certificate between you and Cheng Shuwen is real? It's just that my grandfather found out that he liked me. They hurriedly gave it to him because they were afraid of offending my grandfather. Cheng Shuwen arranged a wedding. You didn't even meet him, so you were hurriedly put into the Cheng family... You are the Cheng family, with 8 million, a shield borrowed from the Wang family. You and him came from the law Say, it doesn't matter."

Wang Weichu's eyes widened suddenly, his chest was so choked that he seemed to be out of breath.

...These words are connected with the words of that Feng Shao.

real? fake? ......he does not know.

"Do you believe it? After I return to China, as long as the Cen family changes their attitude towards the Cheng family, Cheng Shuwen will tell you immediately that you have broken up and will shove you out of the house."

Is this a demonstration?

Wang Weichu bit his lip and did not speak.

When Cen Yao saw that he was facing a great enemy, he felt amused, pitiful and cute at the same time.

He asked lightly, "Why did you marry Cheng Shuwen?"

He was still a little late.

Wang Weichu was full of sadness in his heart, he opened his mouth and said, "Why can't I..."

Cen Yao followed closely: "Cheng Shuwen has liked me since junior high school, but I hate him very much. When he entered high school, he deliberately found several boyfriends and wanted to be angry with me. I still hate him. He even more To make things worse, ... he will not be short of lovers. It is the same now. How could you agree to marry him with such a person?"

Wang Weichu was stunned.

The Cheng Shuwen in Cen Yao's mouth was very different from the Cheng Shuwen he saw.

"...I don't believe you." Wang Weichu pursed his lower lip, which was still warm. He suddenly remembered when Cen Yao kissed him just now.

Wang Weichu said angrily: "You let me go, I'm going back."

Cen Yao said in a low voice, "The clothes you are wearing today are beautiful."

Wang Weichu hadn't heard Cen Yao say so much when he stepped out of the door of Cheng Cheng's house. And it's still... it's the same!

The memory in Wang Weichu's mind was hooked out.

Cheng Shuwen said that the Cen family is more disciplined than our family, and Cen Yao doesn't like seeing people dressed like you.

That sense of shame still haunts Wang Weichu's mind.

He blurted out, "Do you like it?"

"I stepped in the door and saw you at a glance. You are very beautiful, and I liked it very much at first sight." Cen Yao said slowly.

His voice was still cold, but his tone was firm.

Wang Weichu fell into a daze again.

He had never heard affirmative praise.

And such words actually came from Cen Yao's mouth. From the mouth of Cen Yao, who was described by Cheng Shuwen's friends as "unattainable".

Cen Yao lowered his head and kissed him again.

Wang Weichu's chest felt uncomfortable, but there was an inexplicable relief.

He unconsciously grabbed the hem of Cen Yao's shirt.

Cen Yao tore off his tie with one hand, then lifted his bright silver shirt again and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Cen Yao and Cheng Shuwen are completely different people.

Cheng Shuwen is handsome, young and promising, and he is an excellent existence that most people can encounter in reality.

And what about Cen Yao? He was noble and elegant, and Wang Weichu could still remember that when he was at the dinner table, when he held the chopsticks, his slender and beautiful phalanx. Even the action of picking vegetables can't be imitated by others.

Cen Yao is like a dream.

But now... Cen Yao's slender and beautiful fingers pressed against his lower back, gently rubbing it.

Wang Weichu's legs were weak.

He remembered what Feng Shao said to Cheng Shuwen the day before.

If you don't like him, why do you want to marry the Wang family? Why make him so embarrassed at Cheng's house?

Probably because they never treated him as a living person.

Wang Weichu's illusion of maintaining a chaotic life was pierced with a puff.

The Cheng family treats him badly.

Cheng Shuwen doesn't love him.

Whether he is in the Wang family or the Cheng family, they are all dispensable...

"Don't cry." Cen Yao kissed the corner of his eye.

A fire burned in his chest.

From the first time he saw Wang Weichu, he wanted to hold him in his arms. The more the fire burned, the more prosperous it became, until this moment... but Cen Yao didn't want to scare him.

Wang Weichu stared at Cen Yao dimly.

...Cen Yao in front of him is real.

That shameful cheer filled Wang Weichu's chest again.

He gripped the hem of Cen Yao's clothes even tighter.

Cen Yao pinched his waist and invaded.

...

Cen Yao and Cheng Shuwen are indeed two types of people.

Cen Yao looked at the abstinence and coldness, but he would frequently praise him, his voice was cold but strangely gentle.

Cen Yao praised him for his good looks.

Compliment him for his soft waist.

Compliment him on how beautiful he is.

Wang Weichu has never received praise in his life, but he has received all of them today.

Wang Weichu realized that this kind of thing was not embarrassing and painful.

Cen Yao would kiss him frequently.

When he was almost killed on the bed, he could clearly see his own appearance in Cen Yao's black and white eyes.

There was only one of him in Cen Yao's eyes.

It really seems like an overly beautiful dream...

Wang Weichu closed his eyes reluctantly.

Cen Yao lightly pinched his cheek, then got up, picked Wang Weichu up, went into the bathroom to clean up, and put him in the bed.

Cen Yao didn't fall asleep immediately, but turned around to open the door and went downstairs.

He was back in his suit.

Cen Yao stopped a maid: "Go and prepare a supper... just fish porridge, boil it until it's soft."

The maid knew Cen Yao's weight, how could she dare to refuse? Hastily agreed.

The lights were dim at night, and the maid didn't notice that Cen Yao's trousers were wrinkled.

It took almost an hour for the supper to be handed over to Cen Yao.

Wang Weichu woke up in a daze.

For some reason, he dreamed again. The day he first arrived at Cheng's house, he was stared at coldly and contemptuously by others because of a joke.

Wang Weichu sat up suddenly, but his body was so soft that he almost sat back again.

He blinked.

He was the only one left in the room.

Wang Weichu almost thought that everything before was really just a dream.

He pinched his fingers, and only then did he feel a little real.

Cen Yao... gone?

A trace of panic floated in Wang Weichu's heart.

At this moment the door suddenly opened.

Wang Weichu was shocked and hid under the quilt.

"woke up?"

When the quilt was lifted, Wang Weichu looked up and saw Cen Yao's face.

"Get up and eat something." Cen Yao reached out and picked him up.

Wang Weichu was a little resistant at first, but when he thought of Cen Yao's departure, it turned out to be to get food, he slowly relaxed his limbs, and even hooked Cen Yao's shoulders to prevent him from falling off.

Cen Yao put him on the sofa and wrapped him with a small blanket.

He held the porridge to his hand again: "Fish porridge, eat some."

Wang Weichu felt a little unreal again.

He carefully took it in his hand, lowered his head and took a bite. There was another "gurgling" sound in the stomach. Obviously, the half cake could not stand the toss at all.

Wang Weichu ate slowly.

The stomach and limbs became warm.

This was the first time he had supper at Cheng's house.

Wang Weichu's eyes were inexplicably sour.

He forcibly suppressed the sourness, and after eating the porridge, he brushed his teeth. He was sleepy again, and he didn't have the strength to think about anything else. He lay in bed and closed his eyes in confusion.

The next morning, Wang Weichu was awakened by a knock on the door.

Cheng Shuwen came in through the door with a smiling voice: "Cen Yao, are you awake?"

"Feng Xun and the others are here...I want to see you."

That voice with a smile on his face was extraordinarily unfamiliar to Wang Weichu.

Wang Weichu slowly blinked his eyes, and then there was a sense of shame and panic. But soon, those emotions were suppressed by Cheng Shuwen's voice again.

The first thing Cheng Shuwen did when he woke up was to find Cen Yao...

It is estimated that no one found out that he hadn't slept in the guest room last night, right?

Wang Weichu twitched the corners of his mouth and turned to look at Cen Yao.

Cen Yao closed his eyes, but suddenly raised his hand to hold Wang Weichu, and then wrapped Wang Weichu in his arms.

"Cen Yao? Can you hear Cen Yao? You didn't answer when I called your phone, so you can only knock on the door."

Cen Yao kissed his neck and rubbed his waist again.

Wang Weichu's legs were weak.