No Questions

Chapter 26

The people who came to toast came one after another, Jiang Chifeng and his table were the last to leave, Wei Wenxing drank a little too much, and when he drank too much, he would slap his face, the roots of his ears and cheeks were red, reminding Jiang Chifeng The time we met for the first time.

If the eye sockets were also red, it would be a perfect reproduction.

Helping him into the car and fastening his seat belt, Jiang Chifeng walked around to the other side of the car door and was about to get in the car when a light flashed in his peripheral vision. He raised his eyes and saw a girl standing not far away with Holding the phone, the camera is facing him.

Jiang Chifeng frowned and walked towards her.

The candid filming had already summoned up all of Song Kaixin's courage, but the flashlight was not turned off, and she was caught by the owner... Seeing Jiang Chifeng walking towards her, Song Kaixin wished there was a crack in the ground so that he could hide in.

Shame, embarrassment, social death.

"I'm sorry... I've already deleted the photo." She showed Jiang Chifeng the phone interface, and explained with a blushing face, "I'm an employee of Fengxing, and my name is Song Kaixin. I'm a fan on purpose, and... also Your fan, so I couldn't resist the temptation just now."

"Really sorry!"

Jiang Chifeng was a little angry at first, but now he was amused by Song Kaixin's self-reported apology: "It's okay, don't take secret pictures next time."

He said: "If you want to take pictures, you can ask me, what if I agree?"

Song Kaixin was stunned: "Then, can I take pictures?"

"Not today." Jiang Chifeng shook his head, "As your punishment for secretly taking pictures."

Song Kaixin lowered his head and whispered again: "I'm sorry..."

Jiang Chifeng said: "It's okay, hurry up and take a taxi home."

Song Kaixin watched Jiang Chifeng drive away in the car, stood there for a while, and then clicked on WeChat and started sending voice messages to his best friend.

"I'm going crazy! I saw classmate Xiao Jiang tonight!"

"When I saw our boss in the group photo on his Weibo, I thought they were a good match! They are a perfect match! Although I don't know how they met, I am really grateful to the boss and the real person tonight. He's a friend!"

"I'm about to pass out from drinking, our boss treats him well, helping him to boil the vegetables and keeping him away from the alcohol."

"Look at him smiling, I've never seen our boss laugh like this, never!"

"That asteroid was definitely given to our boss by classmate Xiao Jiang!"

"Student Xiao Jiang also helped the boss into the car, woo woo woo, I was caught taking pictures out of audacity."

"Drinking CP in front of the Lord, I am really guilty."

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Jiang Chifeng sent Wei Wenxing off once a long time ago, remembered the name of the community, followed the navigation, and parked the car in the garage of the community smoothly.

Wei Wenxing blew the wind all the way in the car, sobered up a little from the wine, took off his seat belt and got out of the car, but walking was a little wobbly.

Jiang Chifeng watched him walk forward.The person who is usually the most stable person now walks like a two-year-old child, staggering, and feels wrong after taking two steps, so he stops and looks back.

Seeing Jiang Chifeng, he hooked his hand.

The man's fingers were slender and beautiful. Jiang Chifeng walked over quickly, held him, and held his arm with the other hand: "Wei Wenxing, you have to hold me well. I don't know the way or the door to your neighborhood." , if you lose me, I will never be found again."

Wei Wenxing turned his head to look at him, and squeezed his hand tightly.

"Building 7, 9-10." He drank too much wine and blew on the wind again, his voice was hoarse now, "I won't lose it."

Jiang Chifeng looked at him and smiled: "You want to take me home?"

Wei Wenxing reacted for a few seconds, his thoughts slowed down due to being drunk: "There is a gift..."

Jiang Chifeng was taken aback for a moment, and a surge of anticipation arose in his heart: "A gift for me?"

Wei Wenxing said "hmm" and led him into the corridor.

At the door of the house, Wei Wenxing took out the key to open the door, but couldn't align it with the keyhole for a long time. Jiang Chifeng held his finger, pointed at the keyhole, inserted the key in, and opened the door with a little force.

The small apartment has one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Standing at the door, Jiang Chifeng saw a neatly tidy living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, and the wind came in. A few minutes into the house.

Wei Wenxing turned on the light in the living room, and remembered finding slippers for Jiang Chifeng, and changed them himself, then went to get a glass of water, and poured a glass with his head up.

Jiang Chifeng looked around the living room, but found no sign of the gift, and asked him, "Where is the gift?"

"Come here." Wei Wenxing walked to the balcony, and Jiang Chifeng followed.

The balcony is not big, and there is a potted flower in the corner, which is a peony in full bloom.

The snow-white flowers reveal strands of carmine, and the petals sway gently in the night wind, exuding a burst of elegant fragrance.

"It's... peony." Jiang Chifeng's eyes were full of surprises, and a smile spread over his brows, "You planted it?"

Wei Wenxing said "Mmm", and seeing him smile, the corners of his lips curled up.

"For me?" Jiang Chifeng raised his eyes to look at him, his breath fluttered, "Why did you send me flowers?"

Is the wood enlightened?Jiang Chifeng thought, Wei Wenxing is going to confess?

Wei Wenxing said in a low voice, "I only bought you tulips that day, but I want to buy you peonies."

He said, "You like it."

"I like it, can you give it to me?" Jiang Chifeng also lowered his voice. In the night, this soft whisper was like the singing of a siren, which lured sailors on a long voyage to sink.

Caught in Wei Wenxing's heart, he sank.

He hardly thought about it, and the alcohol made him unable to think rationally: "Yeah."

Jiang Chifeng licked his lips: "I have something more I like."

Wei Wenxing asked, "What?"

Jiang Chifeng raised his head slightly, and a light kiss landed on the corner of the man's lips.

It's just a touch away, but they are still very close.

The breathing was entangled, and the heartbeat was chaotic and fast, and it was hard to tell who moved the heart first.

Jiang Chifeng pressed the answer that was ready to come out from his heart. Wei Wenxing was drunk, but he was sober.He wanted the relationship between the two of them to go further, but felt that this should not be the case. He had to make a confession in response, rather than tricking him carefully.

So he spoke, and the answer was: "Rose."

He said: "I like the rose you gave me that day."

Wei Wenxing was stunned for a long time before he said hoarsely, "There are no roses today."

Jiang Chifeng smiled: "Then next time we meet, bring me a bouquet of roses."

Drunk people probably have a common problem, stubbornness. At this moment, Wei Wenxing was lost in thought. He looked at Jiang Chifeng, frowned for a while, relaxed for a while, and finally smiled.

"Today," he said.

He dragged Jiang Chifeng into the room, then rummaged through the bookshelf for his painting tools.

The first time Jiang Chifeng entered his room, he was curious about where he hid the roses and the layout of the room. He looked around and turned back to Wei Wenxing, and found that he had dug out a set of painting tools.

Although he hasn't touched a brush for a long time, Wei Wenxing has been learning to paint for a longer time, holding the brush is almost his muscle memory, but at the moment of writing, Jiang Chifeng held his hand: "I don't draw on paper. "

Wei Wenxing was puzzled: "Where is the painting...?"

Jiang Chifeng looked at him, his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm: "Can you paint on me."

There's no way, Wei Wenxing after getting drunk is really interesting and good-natured, whatever he says or does, it's really hard for Jiang Chifeng to restrain his desire to push forward.

It's his conscience not to trick someone into bed tonight.

"Come here." Jiang Chifeng lay down on his bed, pinched the corners of his clothes with both hands and crossed them upwards, and took off his shirt: "Look."

He took Wei Wenxing's finger to touch the scar left by the operation on his waist and abdomen.The color is lighter than the skin tone, two slightly raised scars on the left lower abdomen, a cross scar above the navel, and one more on the right lower abdomen...

"It's too ugly." Jiang Chifeng said, "Here, draw me a rose, okay?"

Wei Wenxing held the pen in his hand, rubbed his fingertips on the scar on Jiang Chifeng's lower left abdomen, and then slowly wrote down the pen, outlining the rose petals, flower stems and small thorns.

Jiang Chifeng could clearly perceive the position of each stroke, and Wei Wenxing warmly held the palm on his waist, which was a little itchy and hot...

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat, not to make too much noise, so as not to disturb Wei Wenxing, who was serious about painting.

The petals of the rose stretched and bloomed layer by layer, and the veins of the branches and leaves were clear. After Wei Wenxing finished the painting, he looked at it carefully, and felt that something was missing. He stared at the rose for a long time, changed a pen, and placed it on the lower right abdomen of the young master. Drop your own signature.

There was a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room. Jiang Chifeng stood up and walked to the mirror.

An uncolored rose seemed to have taken root in his heart all the way from his waist, and it was also branded in his eyes.His eyes fell on the small signature, and he couldn't help laughing.

This rose was given to him by Wei Wenxing, and it would be thrown away when it withered; it would fade and disappear if it was painted on his waist by Wei Wenxing.

But what does that matter.

The rose itself does not represent love, it is just because the person who gave him the rose was Wei Wenxing.

Jiang Chifeng turned around, only to find that Wei Wenxing had already fallen asleep.

The painting tools were scattered all over the bed, and the man was lying on his side on the bed, still holding a signature pen in his hand.

Jiang Chifeng put on his coat, put the painting tools neatly on the desk, then took out the signature pen he was holding, and covered Wei Wenxing with a quilt.

Then I went home with the pot of peony in my arms.

It's like being embraced with tenderness and love.

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Mo Fengjun:

Don't be surprised that there are so many atmosphere renderings in place, why don't you confess

The question is that in "Licking Honey with the Tip of the Knife", the two of them were together on Wei Wenxing's birthday when they punctured the window paper, and the outline can't be moved.

I can only control my heart and hands that want to write a confession

Finally, if there is a difference between the description and the tip of the knife, it is because I have disassembled some content and written it in detail, but it is basically the same

At the end of the day, I will write a lot of extra cp singles, I am a pig

I don't want to suffer from the syllabus being fixed to death and repeated revisions