perfect lover

Chapter 35

"What! You fancy a man?!!!"

"Xiang Wei, are you kidding us, are you hurt because you broke up with An Ruomei!"

"..." Xiang Wei ignored Lin Xuan and Jin Teng's surprise and looked down at the wine in the glass with dull eyes.

Seeing Xiang Wei's reaction, Lin Xuan felt even more uncertain. He pushed Xiang Wei, "Are you serious?"

Xiang Wei raised his head, his handsome face was covered with a thick layer of haze, "I... am serious."

"My God!" Jin Teng pressed his head, "What kind of man can you fancy! Can he be better than An Ruomei?"

Xiang Wei shook the wine glass, and the wine in the glass also swayed, just like Xiang Weigang knew that he liked Zheng Hao, swaying, "He is better than anyone else, but how did I find out?"

Lin Xuan put her hand heavily on Xiang Wei's shoulder, "Don't think I'm wordy, I'll ask you again, are you serious?"

Xiang Wei stared at Lin Xuan's eyes without even a trace of wavering at this moment, "I'm serious, I've never been so serious before."

Lin Xuan sighed, "If you are with him, what about your acting career? What about your parents? You have to face more than you imagined."

"I know."

Jin Teng couldn't help sighing: "So calm! It seems that you are really going all out? But which man is so powerful that you can make you pay so much for him?" Jin Teng finished speaking and picked up a glass to drink.

"Zheng Hao."

"What? Who?"

"puff!!!"

Lin Xuan's surprise at this time was no less than just now. He felt that Zheng Hao's name sounded familiar, but the other's reaction was to spray out the wine from his mouth in the form of a sprinkler.

On the other hand, Zheng Hao came to Meng Qijun's house. He cleaned himself up and down before coming. Zheng Hao thought he was not a sloppy person, but in front of Meng Qijun, he was a carrier of bacteria, so he tried to do his best. clean.

Zheng Hao stood at the door of Meng Qijun's house and rang the doorbell.

Not long after, Meng Qijun opened the door, "You are here."

"Ah."

Meng Qijun looked at his watch, "Very good, I'm not late today, come in."

"Oh." Zheng Hao walked in cautiously step by step. When he came, he deliberately rubbed his shoes at the downstairs door.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?"

"What did you use to ring the doorbell?"

"..." Zheng Hao stretched out his right index finger.

Meng Qijun took out a handkerchief from his pocket with a blank expression and wiped the doorbell sideways before giving way to Zheng Hao.

"come in."

"Oh."

Just as Zheng Haoren entered the door, Meng Qijun called out again.

"stop!"

Zheng Hao didn't dare to take a breath, "Huh?"

"Don't move." Meng Qijun turned around and rummaged through something in the shoe cabinet. After a while, he took out a pair of shoe covers, "Put this on."

"okay."

Zheng Hao put on his shoe covers before formally entering Meng Qijun's house. He found that everything in Meng Qijun's house was white, the walls were white, the floor was white, the sofa and TV were white, and the wardrobe bookshelves were all white. White?"

"En." Meng Qijun took out a black cushion and put it on the sofa and said to Zheng Hao, "Please sit down."

"Oh." When Zheng Hao sat down, he felt as if he was isolated.

Meng Qijun went to the kitchen and came back with two cups in his hand, one black and one white, needless to say the black one must be Zheng Hao.

"Thank you." Zheng Hao took the cup and said.

Meng Qijun sat across from Zheng Hao and said: "Last time we just had a general chat and didn't know each other very well. Let me introduce myself again. My name is Meng Qijun. I am 25 years old and I teach history in xxx high school."

"You are a teacher? That's amazing."

"It's nothing serious, what about you?"

"I...I am..." Zheng Hao reintroduced himself again, facing Meng Qijun, he felt as if he was interviewing for a job.

After listening to Zheng Hao's introduction, Meng Qijun took out his gloves, put them on and stretched them over to Zheng Hao, "Then let's start a formal relationship."

Zheng Hao had an illusion, he always felt that what Meng Qijun said should be happy cooperation.

Zheng Hao held Meng Qijun's hand and said, "Okay."

Meng Qijun withdrew his hand and asked, "Do you have anything to say before dating?"

"say what?"

"Some personal requirements or regulations."

"..." Zheng Hao shook his head.

"Really do not have?"

Zheng Hao thought for a while, "No."

"It's okay, maybe you won't remember it for a while, let me talk about it first."

"Oh, tell me first..." Zheng Hao still looked blank.

"I have no other requirements, the only thing is to be clean."

"Clean?" Zheng Hao swallowed, "Your clean means..."

Meng Qijun showed a formulaic smile and said, "I mean everything."

When Xiang Wei came home at night, he saw Zheng Hao squatting in the bathroom washing clothes.

Xiang Wei pointed to the washing machine and said, "Zheng Hao, there is a washing machine there, why do you wash it by hand?"

Zheng Hao wiped the water stains on his face with his hands, but the foam on his hands got on his face again, "Qi Jun said that my clothes must be washed by hand, and washing them with a washing machine is not clean."

Xiang Wei knelt down and wiped the foam off Zheng Hao's face, then held his hand and asked, "Your hands are wrinkled, how long have you been washing them?"

"what time is it now?"

"It's past five o'clock."

"It's five o'clock!? I've been washing for so long!"

Xiang Wei didn't dare to think how long he had been washing. He pulled Zheng Hao to wipe his hands with a towel, "Don't wash it! Your hands are not for washing clothes."

"No! I'm one more short, and I'll finish washing it soon."

As soon as Zheng Hao stood up, his legs felt terribly numb. If Xiang Wei hadn't supported him, he would have fallen.

"Your hand, your leg, you still do the laundry? Don't wash it, come here!" Xiang Wei pulled him back to the living room, but he saw that Zheng Hao couldn't move at all, so he simply picked him up .

"What are you doing! Let me down!" Zheng Hao's legs were numb at first, but now his whole body is numb.

While hugging Zheng Hao, Xiang Wei did not forget to pinch Zheng Hao's legs twice, "I will put you down, but not here, come into the house with me."

"I can go by myself! Put me down quickly."

"Shut up! Be obedient!"

Xiang Wei didn't carry Zheng Hao back to the living room, he carried Zheng Hao directly into his bedroom.

When Zheng Hao was sitting on Xiang Wei's bed, he was in a bad mood, "Well... I... I can just sit in the living room for a while, no need..."

"Tsk!" Xiang Wei glared at Zheng Hao, took out hand cream from the drawer and applied it on him.

Xiang Wei's movements were light and slow, the two of them interlaced their fingers, and a strange electric current came from Zheng Hao's fingertips. Although Zheng Hao didn't dislike this feeling, there was a voice in his head telling him that he didn't There should be such contact with Xiang Wei.

After Xiang Wei wiped his hands, he lifted his legs and put them on the bed, and then went to bed.

Zheng Hao was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away. Because he moved so fast, the back of his head hit the head of the bed behind him.

"what!"

"Are you okay!" Xiang Wei hugged Zheng Hao's head anxiously, and gently touched the back of Zheng Hao's head, "Why are you stepping back suddenly?"

"..." Zheng Hao saw that Xiang Wei hadn't done anything, so he was embarrassed to speak, maybe he was thinking too much just now.

Xiang Wei touched the place where Zheng Hao was bumped again, there was no lump or swelling, and Zheng Hao didn't cry out pain when he touched it, so he rubbed it slowly, "Don't be so reckless in the future."

"Oh……"

After rubbing his head, Xiang Wei said, "Come on, straighten your legs."

Zheng Hao shrank in fright, "What are you doing?"

"Aren't your legs numb?"

"........."

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up!" Seeing that Zheng Hao didn't respond, Xiang Wei pulled his leg out and gave him a massage.

Zheng Hao opened his eyes wide, his face turned pale instantly, and Xiang Wei was actually pressing his legs, which was something he couldn't even dream of.

"You... I can do it myself."

Zheng Hao wanted to retract his legs, but was held back by Xiang Wei, "Tsk! Be honest!"

"I……"

"Shut up! Why are you talking so much today!"

Zheng Hao thought that you were too abnormal.

Zheng Hao thinks that he should have nothing valuable for Xiang Wei to worry about, why is he so kind to himself all of a sudden?

Just when Zheng Hao was thinking about what Xiang Wei missed about him, Xiang Wei said, "Don't be with Mr. Meng Qi."

"why?"

"With him, you'll die of exhaustion."

"It seemed that you were the one who said that he was nice."

The movements of Xiang Wei's hands paused, "He...is a good person, but he has a problem."

"You mean cleanliness?"

"Ah."

"What's wrong with cleanliness? At worst, I should pay more attention to personal hygiene."

Xiang Wei's reason for not letting Zheng Hao and Meng Qijun be together is mostly because of his selfishness, "This guy was special when he was in college."

"Wait, do you think he has too many things?"

"what happened?"

"Are you friends?"

"of course."

Zheng Hao looked at Xiang Wei suspiciously, "You guys think he has too many things, even though you are friends?"

"He has a lot of things but it doesn't affect being friends."

"It's hard for me to understand your logic."

"You don't need to understand."

"........."

Xiang Wei shook Zheng Hao's hand and looked at him and said, "You just need to understand me."

Zheng Hao frowned, and he pulled back his hand vigorously, but Xiang Wei didn't let go until his hand hurt.

"You... are you okay today?"

"Something happened."

"........."

Zheng Hao found that every time Xiang Wei said a word, he got closer to him, and now he was lying on top of him. Zheng Hao wondered if he was taking on a new play again?About the same sex?Are you practicing with him now?

"Xiao Hao, I..."

At this time Xiang Wei's cell phone rang.

"Fuck! Who! Calling at this time!" Xiang Wei originally took out his phone and planned to throw it away, but when he saw that the call was from Song Yun, he picked it up.

"Hey, what's the matter...you said...um..."

When Xiang Wei left him, Zheng Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now he felt as if he had time-traveled. When he returned to school, that painful memory had already been blurred. Why did he still feel like he was there just now? How do you feel?

"Come with me to the company tomorrow." Xiang Wei hung up the phone and said to Zheng Hao.

"Oh..." Zheng Hao suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with Meng Qijun tomorrow, "But I have something to do tomorrow... Qijun and I..."

"Zheng Hao!" Xiang Wei suddenly approached Zheng Hao again, scaring him to put his arms around his shoulders.

"what?"

"Don't you feel that you are too free as my personal makeup artist?"

"I don't think I'm free? I think I'm a bit like your assistant."

"I haven't given you less leave recently."

"That's because you rested yourself."

Xiang Wei raised the corner of his mouth and slapped the head of the bed behind Zheng Hao viciously with his right hand, and gave Zheng Hao a bed thump.

"You talk back to your boss?"

Zheng Hao lowered his head and tried not to let himself face to face with him, and kissed him any closer, "Don't dare."

"Then just be obedient."

"Oh..." Zheng Hao was a little strange, he had clearly promised him, why didn't he leave?

"By the way, what did you say about you and Qi Jun tomorrow?"

"We have an appointment to meet."

"Meet?"

"Well, he wants to check whether my clothes are dry or not."

"Meng Qi-jun is so annoying, and his clothes need to be checked!" Xiang Wei stared at Zheng Hao with his eyes wide open, and got angry when he mentioned Meng Qi-jun. He must have had a brain cramp to introduce that matter to Zheng Hao, and Zheng Hao He still listens to him like that!

Zheng Hao felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, "I'm ummm!!!"

Zheng Hao thought that Xiang Wei was so angry because he didn't do his job well and was always "absent from work". He just wanted to defend himself, but his mouth was blocked by Xiang Wei's lips. Not only did he block Zheng Hao's lips, but his The tongue drilled into Zheng Hao's mouth like an electric drill and slid across the soft inner wall.

Zheng Hao pushed him with his hands, Xiang Wei didn't move, Zheng Hao kicked him again, Xiang Wei still didn't move.

"Umm... you... um... no... um..."

It wasn't until Zheng Hao felt dizzy and rolled his eyes that Xiang Wei let him go.

Zheng Hao got the fresh air and breathed heavily, "You...you...what are you doing..."

Xiang Wei stood up and licked his lips, as if he had just eaten a delicious meal.

"I've been in a bad mood lately when I've lost my relationship. When I'm in a bad mood, I miss my loved ones."

"What! When did you have this habit?" Zheng Hao didn't remember that he had this habit. In the past, he was scolded by the director when he was filming NG or quarreled with An Ruomei, and he didn't see his relatives.

"There are now." The smile on Xiang Wei's face became more and more rascal.

"........."

Zheng Hao suddenly remembered the time he was played by him before, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly and said to himself that Xiang Wei is still the same, and has not changed.