SEC Chapter 42 Daily Life
Chapter 42 Daily Life
"Hey, what's the matter?" Jiang Lin didn't expect his reaction, and was a little flustered for a moment, holding the bubbling nozzle with one hand, and patted his shoulder with the other hand, hastily responding: " I know I know, don't cry don't cry."
"I didn't cry," Shen Mingyu explained while laying on Jiang Lin's shoulder, muttering in a muffled voice, "I'm just... a little emotional at the moment."
Jiang Lin was taken aback by his sudden emotional change, and Zhou Quanzao didn't know where to go, so he just stroked the back of his head and comforted him incoherently: "Blame me, blame me, and I will make it up to you in the future... I'll cook something delicious for you tomorrow, and then I'll help you move the things here, and I'll take you with me wherever I go, okay?"
"No, I still have to work..." Shen Mingyu rubbed Jiang Lin's shoulder, straightened up, lowered his head slightly, and looked a little embarrassed, "Well... I'm fine."
Seeing that his emotions come and go quickly, Jiang Lin felt that he really had a child, and stretched out his hand to increase the flow of water to wash him, a little bit dumbfounded: "I can't bear to be scared, don't scare me anymore .”
Shen Mingyu was also a little puzzled in his heart why his emotions were surging for a moment just now. At this time, he lowered his hands and lowered his head to the ground, and he returned to the shape of a wooden stake just now. His eyes only glanced at the ground, and he was embarrassed to look at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin helped him wash off the bubbles all over his body, stretched out his hand and pulled the towel from the side to wrap him up, and patted his back: "Go to the bedroom and rest, little emperor."
Shen Mingyu was wrapped from neck to calf like a mallet, his arms couldn't be stretched out, so he just leaned over and kissed Jiang Lin. Hearing this, he became smart again: "I am the little emperor, then you are Concubine Jiang."
Jiang Lin was amused by him: "It's just a noble concubine who serves you all night? What about the queen?"
"All the ones who are favored are concubines," Shen Mingyu walked out pulling his slippers, "I dote on you the most."
Jiang Lin laughed, ignored him, put on shower gel for himself in a good mood, hummed a song unconsciously, and saw Shen Mingyu coming out of the door after a while, and asked curiously, "Why are you back again?"
Shen Mingyu hid behind the door frame, with only one head exposed, blinking: "Listen to your singing."
Jiang Lin saw that his whole body was wet and his eyes were wet, like a little pet dog who just took a bath, and suddenly felt that his abdominal cavity was filled with soft cotton, and said with a smile: "I will sing to you every day from now on, Go quickly."
Seeing that he stopped singing, Shen Mingyu withdrew his neck in disappointment, and ran back to the bedroom.
After Jiang Lin finished rinsing himself, with a bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, with a towel in his hand, he sat on the edge of the bed and wiped Shen Mingyu's wet hair, while listening to him humming a song in a low voice, he asked casually, "What are you singing? "
"Don't you remember?" Shen Mingyu turned his head to look at him, "The song you sang when you won the top ten singers in the third year of high school." Seeing that Jiang Lin didn't seem to have much memory, he continued to sing in a low voice.
Jiang Lin listened carefully, brushing his hair once in a while, and only after he finished singing a song did he ask, "That time you were in the audience?"
"Yes," Shen Mingyu nodded, and recalled with fascination, "You were so handsome that day, and you sang well." After thinking about it, he said a little angrily: "You sing so well, obviously you should sing so well." I won the first place, but I don’t understand why the judges let you get the second place in the end.”
Jiang Lin had long forgotten the scene at that time, and he didn't even have a good impression of his second place, so he just smiled casually: "I don't have any skills in singing, so I sang nonsense."
Shen Mingyu stretched his arms around Jiang Lin's chest, straightened up again, threw Jiang Lin who was sitting by the bed down, lay on top of him and shouted disapprovingly, "Singing nonsense is also nice."
Jiang Lin was rubbed against the sensitive part by him, and the place that hadn't softened just now slowly hardened again, turned over and pressed him under him, and walked down with his hands: "It's better to be humming," and rubbed the root of his thigh Chu squeezed, "Hmph, listen to me."
Shen Mingyu just watched him laughing and shaking his head, his two long legs lifted up to clamp Jiang Lin's waist, unexpectedly Jiang Lin stretched out his hand to pinch the sensitive part, frowned, and let out a moan.
"It sounds so good, hum it louder," Jiang Lin stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "The sound insulation here is good, don't be afraid."
Shen Mingyu bit his lip, his legs were held up to his shoulders by Jiang Lin, his palms were weakly supporting the bed, his neck was slightly tilted back, and groans leaked from his throat, and in the end, he only remembered that their chests were pressed against their backs , the bodies that had just taken a bath were hugging each other with sweat, and the two hearts were beating rapidly with the violent impact under him. It even contains lust... The two young bodies struggled until the middle of the night before embracing each other and falling asleep...
The next morning, Shen Mingyu opened his eyes for the first time. At first, he was lying on his side with his back to Jiang Lin. When he looked down, Jiang Lin had an arm on his waist.
Jiang Lin's hand was naturally drooping, making his fingers even more slender and well-defined. Shen Mingyu looked down for a while, then carefully took his hand away, and slowly turned his body to face Jiang Lin.
He set his gaze on Jiang Lin's face, watching his chest rising and falling, his eyelashes lying quietly on the lower eyelid, densely looking like a small black fan.After a whole night of tossing, Jiang Lin's black hair was wet with sweat, and was plastered quietly to his forehead. In a trance, he still looked like a 17-year-old boy.
Shen Mingyu gently put one arm on Jiang Lin's body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up.
He just watched Jiang Lin's sleeping face quietly, and gradually felt a little parched, so he crept up and wanted to pour some water for himself.Just crawling to the edge of the bed, when I looked up to see the computer, I suddenly thought that I hadn't finished the manuscript last night.
Shen Mingyu slapped his forehead and almost rolled off the bed.
It will be published in the newspaper tomorrow, so whatever I say today has to be sent out in the morning, and I may have to be called back by the editor to make changes several times.Shen Mingyu was in a hurry for a while, and he was worried about not waking Jiang Lin up, so he ran to the bathroom to wash up barefoot.
He quickly turned himself upside down, ran back to the bedroom, looked at the computer and hesitated for a while, wondering if he should wake Jiang Lin up, waited for permission before turning on the computer, and turned to look at the still sleeping computer. Jiang Lin, just opened his mouth and immediately closed it—waking up from a deep sleep was a very painful thing for Shen Mingyu, and he couldn't bear to be so cruel to Jiang Lin.
He quietly walked to the computer, turned it on, inserted the USB flash drive, found out the documents from last night, and sat gently on the chair to start thinking about it.Most of the writing was done last night, and the framework has already been determined. Shen Mingyu found out the interview notes that he had sorted out, and began to write down while recalling.
I don't know how long it took to write, when I heard a rustling sound from the bed, followed by Jiang Lin's slightly hoarse voice: "Woke up so early today?"
"Well, hand in the manuscript in the morning." Shen Mingyu heard that Jiang Lin woke up, put down the manuscript in his hand, and rushed towards Jiang Lin, his fluffy hair rubbed against Jiang Lin's chest, and put his arms around Jiang Lin's neck and said, "I'm so tired." ..."
"Shall I write for you?" Jiang Lin looked down at him sleepily, with a deep voice.
"Okay, okay," Shen Mingyu nodded hastily, hugged Jiang Lin and wagged his tail, "You can write for me."
Jiang Lin rubbed his hair with his hands, and said with a hoarse smile, "I'm illiterate, so I can't do the work of an educated person."
Shen Mingyu curled his lips, looked at Jiang Lin with a smirk, and said, "Then I'm also illiterate."
Jiang Lin hugged Shen Mingyu with one arm, and sat up on the bed with the other hand: "This is impossible, we need a cultural person in our family."
Shen Mingyu was held in Jiang Lin's arms, staring at him intently, feeling happier the more he watched, the corners of his mouth curled up.
Jiang Lin was uncomfortable with his affectionate gaze, scratched at his messy hair, and said helplessly, "I'll show you enough after I wash up, okay?"
Shen Mingyu nodded, finally took his two paws off Jiang Lin's neck, and sat aside to watch him get dressed.Jiang Lin let him watch, put on his clothes and hugged him from behind, the two of them got out of bed clinging to each other, and then moved to the edge of the chair with hands and feet.
Shen Mingyu was pushed into a chair and sat down, raised his head and asked, "Can the computer... work?"
"The people are all yours, and you still ask about the computer?" Jiang Lin rubbed the back of his hand against his cheek, "Use both the computer and the people if you want to use them."
Shen Mingyu grabbed Jiang Lin's arm and bit it, complaining, "Seduce me early in the morning."
With an innocent face, Jiang Lin touched the bitten place with his hand, then lowered his head and kissed Shen Mingyu's face, and then walked slowly to the bathroom.
Jiang Lin tidied himself up, rummaged through the refrigerator to find some ingredients, and simply ordered a bowl of noodles. The two of you fed me a mouthful and I fed you a mouthful. Shen Mingyu was so satisfied that he held the bowl and drank the soup Clean up, show Jiang Lin the clean bottom of the bowl after drinking.
Jiang Lin felt like a kindergarten teacher, touched Shen Mingyu's bulging stomach, thought for a while and said, "You haven't promised me what you said last night."
"What?" Shen Mingyu looked up at Jiang Lin with a puzzled look on his face.
Jiang Lin reminded, "Just move here, how about it?"
Shen Mingyu's skin was thin, his little face turned red, he was still holding a bowl in his hand, his head was slightly lowered, but his eyes were raised upwards, looking at Jiang Lin through his broken forehead hair: "Uh... is it okay?"
The author has something to say: It feels sweet for too long. The part about the QAQ reunion is too detailed, and the length is a bit long. The next chapter will continue with the plot _(:з」∠)_