Chapter 22

◎ Unconditional Doting ◎

"Hey, Wen Xu——" "Wen Xu——"

The pedestrian street is bustling during the day, but the lights go out in the early morning, and it is empty and so quiet that you can hear the sound of breathing.

Du Ningyang folded her hands in front of her chest, raised her head and looked into the dark window. Her messy hair fell on her face, and she was too lazy to reach out and brush it away, trying to blow it away. The

sound of her high heels thumping on the brick floor was like the accompaniment of her madness in the middle of the night, "Hey——Wen Xu, wake up, it's me. I'm back."

Du Ningyang said that quitting drinking was like farting. She drank too much, but she didn't have patience even when she was drunk. She leaned against the flower bed and finally shouted at the top of her voice.

"Hey!——"

Wen Xu didn't open the window like Rapunzel, stick his head out, and wave to her with an innocent smile. He held a cigarette in his mouth and came out of the alley next to the echo. He was still angry and felt very excited. He believed that she had just returned from reconciling with Wei Ye.

He didn't say anything, but glanced at her with a sidelong look, like a street thug, to show his attitude that he was not easy to mess with and not easy to coax.

She was so drunk that she could only see the outline of the man in front of her, wearing a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, with slender white hands hanging by his legs, and red stars flickering.

Du Ningyang smiled foolishly at Wen Xu, like a Chihuahua seeing ribs, his body suddenly leaned forward and reached out to touch the burning cigarette butt.

This was really unexpected, Wen Xu's defense was instantly broken, and she jumped up in place with fright, "Hey, damn, this is a cigarette butt! Did you drink so much again?"

"Yeah, I drank too much, and I bought a bottle of foreign wine, a beautiful product!... But I'm very happy," her eyes were still following the burning cigarette butt, shiny, red, translucent, and very warm.

Wen Xu threw the cigarette away and rubbed it with her foot. Seeing that she was not in a clear state of mind, he spoke his mind in a bad mood: "He is back, you should be happy, anyway, except for me who sticks to you, you are happy to see anyone."

"No, nonsense!" Du Ningyang stretched out his hand and tried to touch Wen Xu's face again, confirming: "You are Wen Xu, right?"

"Who else could it be?" Why does it seem like he smokes and his words will choke people?

She looked at him ignorantly, her pupils out of focus, and the remaining will made her analyze his words and tone word by word, "You mean, I am not happy to see you?"

"Yes."

"I, Du Ningyang, am not happy to see Wen Xu?"

"Yes."

"Who said that?"

Her voice suddenly became louder and echoed in the street, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and seemed to be defending him, "Wen Xu, tell me, you, you tell Du Ningyang, who said this?"

The expression on her face was extremely serious, and there was also some... anger in the seriousness?

It was like a Chihuahua roaring.

Wen Xu couldn't figure out her way, but his voice fell down and he bent down to pull Du Ningyang up, "You speak softly, let's go back and say."

"Who said that," she insisted on figuring out this matter on the street, leaning back, holding the edge of the flower bed tightly, "You tell me, it's okay, I'll support you, who did you tell me?"

"Damn," Wen Xu couldn't laugh or cry, "Get up first, when you go back, I'll tell you, you'll be drunk on the street, the neighbors are going to come out to beat you."

"Who wants to beat me?" Du Ningyang looked around, looking around and began to roll up his sleeves, "Where is it?"

This woman is so terrifying. She either got drunk or had a relative or fought with someone.

Wen Xu had no choice but to be angry, he squatted down and reached out to hug the princess.

That's what I should have hugged...? He had never hugged her before, so he could only feel that his left hand wrapped around her knees, his right hand firmly surrounded her waist, and he picked her up like a light dumbbell.

Du Ningyang suddenly stopped making noises and walked a few steps, gently put his arm around Wen Xu's shoulders, and leaned into his arms.

When he stepped onto the second floor, she had already fallen asleep. Her false eyelashes curled up, and her lowered eyes cast a well-behaved shadow.

Wen Xu pushed open the door of Du Ningyang's room and found that the whole place was covered with clothes. The bed was covered with coats and overcoats that were not chosen when she went out. The chair in front of the dressing table was piled with underwear, autumn clothes, woolen vests that had been changed two days ago... layer upon layer, stack upon stack.

Even the floor was covered with unpaired socks, with no place to step.

Wen Xu thought for three seconds and carried her back to his room.

The good material living environment since childhood made him pay special attention to the cleanliness and hygiene inside and outside. He never thought of putting a sloppy woman who had just drunk a lot of wine outside, had not washed her face, brushed her teeth, washed her hair, or taken a bath, on his bed, not to mention that this person was indecisive and distracted, which made him very angry.

But she seemed to have the ability to push herself over the line again and again.

When the word "spoil" appeared in his mind, he thought he was doomed.

He did spoil her, unconditionally, just like the first time he discovered that he liked her, and he couldn't even find the reason. He couldn't help it, so he leaned over and kissed her with his arms on the edge of the bed.

Her sweet dream was disturbed, as if warm jelly was rolling on her face. Du Ningyang pouted, turned over and continued to sleep in a different direction.

She occupied two-thirds of the 1.5-meter bed, turned over again, and put her legs on Wen Xu's waist. As his breathing rose and fell, he hugged her tighter.

"I'll settle the score with you when you wake up at dawn," he said to himself.

-When

Du Ningyang woke up, the warm spring sun was swaying overhead, and it was time for lunch. Wen Xu's quilt smelled so good, with a faint lemon scent.

She buried her head in the dry and fragrant quilt and took a few deep breaths. Then she remembered that she didn't brush her teeth or wash her face last night, so her face was messy and dusty. The remaining conscience made her sit up quickly, rubbing her eyes and touching her slippers with her toes.

The big bear on the fur slippers grinned foolishly, as if saying "good afternoon" to her.

She supported herself on the edge of the bed with both hands, calming and calming her thoughts. In fact, she didn't get too drunk last night. The three of them were fine at the beginning, until Zhu Yao got excited and reached out to take the bottle of wine and blew into the bottle, and Xu Zhaolin was not to be outdone and grabbed it and drank it with his head tilted back.

She sat aside and sighed at Xu Zhaolin's deep affection that was like a movie or novel. She was a little slow and couldn't join the ranks of people scrambling for wine.

She could only drink three cups at most. She wanted to pretend to be crazy while drunk and said to Wen Xu, "Why don't we just start it formally."

She was very excited along the way, like a soldier who had won a battle, but she became timid when she walked back to the pedestrian street. When she looked up and saw the dark window, she was instantly defeated and became a deserter.

Although behind that window, they always kissed while listening to music.

It didn't really matter whether they were together formally or not. Suddenly, a strong sense of rebellion surged up, and she didn't want to break this layer of window paper.

She sat by the flower bed and vaguely saw the shadow, tall and slender. She knew it was him at a glance. The cold moonlight sprinkled on him like a thin veil. He looked distant, and he looked like a young man with his head held high. He was not pleasing from a distance, but people couldn't take their eyes off him when they got closer.

She needed to confirm, again and again, that this was not a headache dream.

"Is that you, Wen Xu?" When the voice came out of her throat, it was so coquettish that she even got goose bumps. Forget it, it's coquettish, tea is tea, she has drunkenness as a cover, so she doesn't have to admit it when she wakes up.

Without a title, there is no constraint. If it doesn't start, it won't end. Well, this logic is particularly valid.

Du Ningyang stood up like a chicken blood, bid farewell to this neat and tidy room with disheveled hair and dirty face, and honestly returned to his doghouse to stay.

"Get up," Wen Xu heard Du Ningyang's movement downstairs and predicted her actions, "Don't go back to lie down."

The little thief felt guilty like a thief who was caught. Du Ningyang said stubbornly: "Which eye of yours saw me go back to lie down, I, I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth!"

"Okay, hurry up, I made breakfast, just in time."

Breakfast? This person can also make breakfast? It's noon, what kind of breakfast?

But that's not right, they don't even have a bowl, how can he make breakfast?

Du Ningyang quickly washed up and slipped downstairs like a ghost to see what this person who pretended to be sad and hid outside smoking in the early morning was up to.

Wen Xu was holding a small sandwich maker, pouring out the hot sandwiches from the container, which was a foam packaging box he got from the restaurant next door. Sometimes when he went to pack, the waitress would wink at him.

It was her first time to eat a sandwich in a foam box.

Du Ningyang stepped forward, pointed at the sandwich maker and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

"I bought it online," Wen Xu threw two more slices of bread, a slice of ham, and a slice of cheese into it, "Stay away, don't burn yourself, this thing is very hot."

Du Ningyang then saw a blister on Wen Xu's thumb. With a sigh, she went to the cabinet and took out a small band-aid and threw it to him.

She was not very good at taking care of people, and lived a casual and rough life.

Wen Xu threw the band-aid on the tea cabinet, "Put it on later, it won't hurt."

"You've also learned how to shop online?" Du Ningyang was sharp-eyed and saw that the small machine was a Nordic brand and was not cheap.

"During the break, students asked me to download shopping software so that I could buy paint for them. I did some shopping in the studio, and this was free. It was delivered to the station at the street corner in the morning, and I went to pick it up when I saw the text message. I was bored when you were not awake, so I studied it for a while and found that it was not complicated to use." You are getting better and better at life

, and you can also "shop" and "check the receiving code".

Du Ningyang praised: "You are the first person I have seen in real life who "successfully shopped". Really, you are rarer than pandas." "

Thank you for the compliment."

The two sat face to face at the table and began to enjoy their first proper "breakfast", a hot-pressed sandwich in a foam packaging box, and two cups of mung bean soup in plastic cups that the waitress secretly gave to Wen Xu.

"It's delicious. Is this your first time cooking?" Du Ningyang was very considerate and swallowed half of the burnt ones.

"Yeah."

"Then you are quite talented."

Wen Xu was just praised casually, and it was as if he had amnesia. He completely forgot that he had made up his mind last night to have a big fight with her, and that he had secretly smoked the whole pack of cigarettes in the dark. It was all in vain after all.

He said: "Then let's learn to cook in the future. It's getting boring to eat out every day."

"Stupid," she smiled and looked at him as if she was a little fool, "cooking requires gas, and there is no gas in this house."

"Huh?——" Wen Xu sighed in disappointment.