For dinner, as Ling Miao said, porridge and zongzi, but Ling Miao did not cook preserved egg and lean porridge, nor did he cook corn porridge, mung bean porridge, and pumpkin porridge.

Ling Miao walked into Su Yuyang's room with porridge and zongzi, put the porridge on the bedside table before helping Su Yuyang up, and let Su Yuyang lean his back against the head of the bed, as if he was worried that Su Yuyang was on his back, and thoughtfully put a pillow behind Su Yuyang.

After doing this, Ling Miao moved the desk on the bed to the ground.

Set up the table and put the porridge and zongzi on the table in seconds. The zongzi Ling second has been cut into small pieces, and the sugar has also been placed. Su Yuyang looked at the white sugar in the bowl, frowned quietly, the sweet and greasy feeling spread in his mouth, and gradually his stomach began to sing the opposite. Swallowing his saliva incessantly, Su Yuyang tried to calm his stomach in this way, but it didn't seem to have the slightest effect.

Su Yuyang doesn't like to eat anything too sweet, he can accept the zongzi, but the zongzi are dipped in sugar...... Looking into the bowl again, Su Yuyang felt that he was about to faint immediately.

Ling Miao lowered his head and blew porridge, naturally not seeing Su Yuyang's expression. When Ling Miao handed the spoon containing the porridge to Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang's face instantly returned to calm.

The porridge was handed to his mouth, Su Yuyang had no reason to refuse, right? Besides, he doesn't have much strength to eat by himself now.

Su Yuyang slowly opened his mouth, and Ling Miao patiently stuffed the porridge into Su Yuyang's mouth.

Su Yuyang's eyes widened in confusion: he was so gentle before, why did he suddenly become rough all of a sudden?

Ling Miao scooped another spoonful of porridge and handed it to Su Yuyang's mouth, Su Yuyang opened his mouth and held the spoon in his mouth, Ling Miao took out the spoon, and the porridge entered Su Yuyang's mouth, and it also stained a lot on the corner of Su Yuyang's mouth. Ling Miao took out a piece of paper to clean the residue at the corner of Su Yuyang's mouth, and said with a smile: "Su Yuyang, drinking porridge leaks soup and dripping, you have a hole in your chin, right?" ”

Su Yuyang stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, and said meaningfully: "The white porridge is also very delicious, I still want it." Su Yuyang opened his mouth with an "ah", and Ling Second let out a chuckle, probably laughing at Su Yuyang's childishness.

Although Ling Miao boiled white porridge, the taste of fragrant and soft silk, coupled with the spoon dipped in white sugar, made the porridge have some sweetness, Su Yuyang ate one bite after another, and soon a bowl of porridge bottomed out. Looking at the empty bowl, Su Yuyang frowned, and pouted dissatisfiedly: "I didn't eat enough." ”

Ling Miao glanced at Su Yuyang, as if he disliked Su Yuyang for having too many things, but he didn't say anything like "I'm not going".

"I'm going to scoop porridge, don't move!" Ling Miao gave a warning, and walked out of the room with empty bowls and zongzi.

Su Yuyang hadn't noticed it before, and when Ling Miao left him, he remembered that Ling Miao hadn't given him zongzi before.

"How does he know that I don't like to eat zongzi with white sugar?"

Before Su Yuyang could think of an answer, Ling Miao came back, and this time Ling Miao only served a bowl.

"Huh?" Su Yuyang let out a surprised sound.

Ling Miao scooped a spoonful of porridge and asked puzzledly, "What are you?" ”

Su Yuyang smiled: "Minced meat cowpeas." ”

It turned out that when Ling Miao served the porridge, he added a lot of minced meat and cowpeas to the bowl. Ling Miao sent the porridge to Su Yuyang's mouth, and said angrily: "If you don't like to eat zongzi, just say it earlier, and I will cook one more!" ”

Su Yuyang was stunned, and his open mouth seemed to be unable to close. Ling Miao stuffed another spoonful of porridge into it, and Su Yuyang reflexively closed his mouth.

Su Yuyang swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and Ling Miao's spoon came to his eyes again. Su Yuyang didn't open his mouth to take it, he asked in confusion: "How do you know that you don't like to eat zongzi?" ”

"When you see the expression of the zongzi in the bowl, it's like you're looking at the stool, and you're so disgusted that I don't have any eyesight, how can I take care of your sick number?" After saying that, Ling Miao's anger became even greater, and his feeding action became rude. Su Yuyang was worried that the spoon would poke his throat, and he quickly stopped Ling Miao's movements: "Hey, I'm full!" ”

Ling Miao didn't seem to hear Su Yuyang's words, he continued to scoop the porridge, and Su Yuyang had no choice but to continue eating.

waited until the second bowl of porridge bottomed out, and Ling Miao threw the bowl on the bedside table.

"Hey, let's leave it like this!"

Ling Miao was just about to remove the table, but Su Yuyang hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

Ling Miao seemed to understand what Su Yuyang meant, he nodded and went out with the bowl.

This time, Ling Miao went out for a bit of a long time, and Su Yuyang leaned his head against the bed, and Ling Miao's busy figure echoed in his mind.

As soon as he is free, Su Yuyang will think of many things.

"When I first met Ling Miao, judging from his various behaviors, he should not be gay. But why did my mother say that he liked men, and said that Ling Miao told her personally? Could it be that Ling Miao's liking for men is something that happened after he met me? Who bent him? Su Yuyang's mind slipped through one name after another, there was Feng Ji, Ji Linxi, himself, and even the security guard and the courier brother thought about it, but each one of his exclusions, including himself.

"Is it someone on the Internet?" Thinking of this, Su Yuyang's calm eyes rippled.

Ling Miao contacted someone on the Internet, he didn't know, and he couldn't find it.

"Hey." Su Yuyang closed his eyes irritably, and when he opened his eyes, Ling Miao had already appeared at the door, and Ling Miao still had a rice bowl in his hand.

Ling Miao swallowed the food in his mouth and said apologetically, "That Brother Su, do you want to watch a movie or something?" ”

So he's afraid I'll be bored? Su Yuyang's heart was warm.

"You go about your own first, I'll wait for you."

Ling Miao's hands stiffened, and his entire mind was suddenly occupied by Su Yuyang's sentence "I'm waiting for you". This seems to be the third time Su Yuyang has said "I'll wait for you" to him, and every time he hears these three words, his reaction seems to be different. Probably every time the mood is different.

Su Yuyang didn't know that what he said inadvertently meant something else to Ling Miao, he saw Ling Miao's stunned place, and shouted anxiously: "Xiao Miao, are you okay?" ”

Ling Miao was awakened by Su Yuyang's shout, the corners of his mouth rose with difficulty, and said, "I...... What can I do? It's just that Ling Miao's voice trembled violently, and his expression was unnatural, no matter from which point of view, Su Yuyang didn't believe what he said. It's just that Su Yuyang didn't have time to ask in detail, and Ling Miao disappeared at the door.

Su Yuyang continued to look at the ceiling, and continued to think about the person Ling Miao might like, but every time he thought that that person was not himself, his heart was like being put on an iron plate and fried on fire. Su Yuyang wanted to cover his heart so that he would not be in so much pain, but his hands were weak to lift, and he could only let the pain spread in his limbs. This kind of painful mental torture is far more painful than the physical body.

"Do you like him?" Su Yuyang's eyelashes fluttered, and his face slowly turned to the door.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Miao finally appeared in front of Su Yuyang, and Su Yuyang's original heart was released in an instant.

"Small seconds." Su Yuyang called Ling Miao affectionately, Ling Miao was like someone had cast a spell to fix him, and his feet couldn't move half a step at all.

"Small seconds." Su Yuyang shouted again, but this voice was not mixed with too much emotion.

Ling Miao also seemed to have been solved by a spell, and he walked towards Su Yuyang step by step.

Su Yuyang felt as if his heart was being rubbed against the soles of Ling Miao's shoes, and every time Ling Miao's steps were taken, there was an extra scratch on his heart, and blood slowly leached out along those abrasions.

For the first time in so many years, he felt this way.

"Is this like?" Su Yuyang asked himself.

Ling Miao had already walked in front of Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang looked up at the face full of panic, and slowly turned his head in another direction.

As long as you don't see him.

Su Yuyang thought so.

Ling Miao was panicked, Su Yuyang's first sentence of "Xiao Second" really made him panic, making him feel like "Su Yuyang also likes me", but the second sentence of "Xiao Second" without emotion poured cold water on him again - he also likes me, it's just my illusion.

I like each other, but we both think that we don't like each other.

If she leaves here, she will definitely scold Su Yuyang with her head and face: "If you like it, confess it boldly, whether he likes you or not, let's start first!" Maybe he likes you too, or maybe he thinks you're good, and the two of you just get together? ”

However, Su Yuyang is not a divorce, he has his own concerns.

Ling Miao looked down at Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang looked out the window sideways, except for the sound of rain, there was no sound around.

It was as if the space swept by death, quiet and oppressive, and even the air that was breathing gradually solidified.

Perhaps because he was afraid of being crushed to death by this dullness, Ling Miao finally spoke, and he asked Su Yuyang: "Do you want a computer?" ”

"Hmm." Su Yuyang uttered a simple syllable.

Ling Miao put Su Yuyang's computer on the table, and asked him what software he needed to open, Su Yuyang let Ling Miao get on YY, and then entered his room.

Ling Miao made a note of Su Yuyang's vest and then exited the room.

The audio version of Su Yuyang's novel was playing in the room, and Su Yuyang watched the book friends discuss the plot and discuss the game, the online game "Evil Song Against the Sky".

"The online game of "Evil Song Against the Sky", Ling Miao will definitely go to play." Su Yuyang's eyes appeared in front of Ling Miao's scene of complaining while playing a game, and he laughed out loud.

"Small seconds?" Su Yuyang shouted Ling Miao's name vigorously, but he wasn't sure if his hoarse voice could reach Ling Miao's ears.

A few seconds later, Ling Miaofeng appeared in front of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang asked with a smile: "Do you have the activation code for the closed beta of "Evil Song Against the Sky"? Su Yuyang remembered that Twilight Rain once gave Ling seconds.

Ling Miao nodded: "The game company gave me a lot of activation codes, and I plan to hold a lottery." ”

The more Ling Miao spoke, the more frustrated he became.

In his opinion, Su Yuyang's words undoubtedly made him distinguish his identity from Su Yuyang's identity - they are just the relationship between the assistant and the boss.

"Su Yuyang, you saw something, so let me put myself in the right position?"

His heart seemed to be soaked in salt water, and the strength of Ling Miao's whole body was drained, but he still stood in front of Su Yuyang like a pillar.