It didn't matter what he looked at, after opening the locked door, he found that Jing Mian was huddled in his room, having fainted for a long time, and even showed signs of dehydration.

He didn't expect that Mianmian would be so curled up in the dark and lonely home, without eating or drinking, and spent three days and three nights alone.

No one knows what the kid went through.

Jing Guozhen felt uncomfortable for a while.

He crouched down and picked up the leftover toy in the corner by the windowsill, gray and worn, with a broken pencil next to it.

Jing Guozhen was about to get up, but his eyes inadvertently fell under the window.

Faintly, it looked like something was written.

Jing Guozhen squatted down, one knee fell to the ground, and when he got closer, his gaze narrowed slightly because of his dazzle, after seeing what was written there, he unconsciously stagnated, and his palm began to tremble.

It was pencil writing, and it seemed that the person who wrote had no strength, and even the strokes were very shallow, making it extremely difficult to notice.

Jing Guozhen read it carefully and found that the handwriting was intermittent and only occupied a corner of the wall.

[Mom],

And [brother].

The handwriting is not very neat, or even irregular.

Jing Guozhen trembled his lips, read down word by word, and in the corner where Jing Mian reached height, at the end of the handwriting, a few words were written crookedly:

[I'm sorry]

[I didn't die.] ］

*

*

[Has the live broadcast started?] 】

【Here we go!】 】

[The lens is a little blurry]

[Ahh

[Mianmian finally started broadcasting]

[Long time no see, Ma Ma misses]

Jingmian adjusted the equipment, and the subtle sound of clicking the mouse sounded in the room. The boy seemed to be sitting in a large study, wearing a black mask, his eyelashes were down, and his shadows were delicate and beautiful.

It's just that the style of this study doesn't match the teenager very well, and the decoration style and aura are getting colder and colder, like a pine wood in the snow.

Only on the edge of the solid wood table in the study room is a whale pillow.

Jingmian entered the interface as usual, but found that the number of live broadcasters was still rising.

In just a few minutes, it has surpassed the peak of any previous live stream.

Last time, Sheep's live broadcast was interrupted due to fever, and all the new fans who came here were still unsatisfied, and after several days of anticipation, they were finally able to watch Sheep's first full live broadcast.

[Sheep's eyes are so beautiful]

[Who bought the calf for our cubs?] You deserve to enjoy the temple]

[The faceless anchor doesn't blow his face]

【The global competition is coming, right?】 】

[Yes, the countdown is twenty days, will the cubs go to Europe or Japan and South Korea? 】

[There is a high probability of Europe. 】

[The battle list has been released, and the first game of ME will be on POV.]

[It turned out not Mox?] I can only say that I am relieved]

[The first game of AUB is Mox, silently give AUB. a wax, even if Shock comes, it will have to be hanged]

Jing Mian's gaze stayed for a moment.

At the moment when the speeding car was detonated, the boy moved his position neatly, decisively and smoothly, and he whispered as he operated: "I won't lose this time." ”

[The cub is so distressed]

[Yes, I was seriously ill after the final, and that game was nothing more than a regret that ME couldn't let go]

【Rush, the global race must be won!!】 】

【Feeding cookies to future world champions】

The topic of the global competition is hot.

No matter which live broadcast room players are mixed in, as long as it involves related topics, they can't help but chat, after all, this year's two popular teams are about to stand on the large-scale arena facing the world stage.

After the live broadcast, Jing Mian stretched his waist, his back softened.

The event is approaching, the training intensity of the base is slowly increasing, and the practice time is maintained at thirteen hours a day.

He glanced at the clock, and it was nearly twenty-three.

Mr. Ren has been very busy these two days, and sometimes returns later than himself, but it will not be later than eleven o'clock at the latest, and I thought that the man would miss the appointment tonight.

Unexpectedly, before the pointer turned to twelve, the sound of the door opening sounded.

Jingmian had just been broadcast, and he didn't notice it in Mr. Wang's study until the door opened, and the young man was still wearing headphones, and the action of taking them off was in mid-air, and he was slightly surprised: "Are you back?" ”

quickly and quietly glanced at the time, and found that it was exactly eleven o'clock, and the young man's expression was stunned.

He still remembers the promise he made to his husband that even if he stayed up late at night, he would control the agreement to go to bed before eleven o'clock.

"Hmm." The man's eyelashes are slightly constricted, and the fine light and shadow outline the outline.

When he was picked up from the chair, Jing Mian was a little panicked at that moment, and when he regained his sense of reality under him, the young man sat in the man's arms.

The panic in his heart continued, especially two hours ago, when the boy quietly heated himself a bowl of instant instant noodles for dinner because he was lazy, and although he later destroyed the box, he was not sure if his husband would notice.

So he silently changed the subject: "... When you come back, you're about to wash up. ”

Unexpectedly, the man said: "I'll wash later." ”

"Stay with me for a while."

……

Mr. Ren has the wind chill of returning late from the outside, but the placket is smooth and soft, both the temperature and the touch are very comfortable, which will make people unconsciously want to rub it.

But Jing Mian held back, not only endured, but also tried to ask to appease his lover in a mature tone: "Are you busy today?" ”

"Hmm." The man said, "Just took over a job. ”

"Is it related to the project?"

"It's not." Mr. Ren opened his lips: "It has to do with games." ”

Although Jingmian knows that any company is related, he doesn't know the specific areas involved in Mr. Ren's business scope, but since it is a game, it is likely that he signed an endorsement as an insider in the circle.

It was probably a busy and hard day.

Mr. Ren, who is omnipotent, needs to take a break once in a while.

"Good work." Jing Mian raised his hand, hugged the tall man back, put his palms together, and gently patted the other party's back.

This time the voice was a little quieter: "Brother." ”

The other party's breath stagnated slightly.

Soon, a slightly cool mark fell on the young man's neck, mixed with the familiar smell of goodness.

The force was very light, but it didn't stop.

Jing Mian wanted to shrink a little, but in the end he didn't move, like a swan with a graceful neck, letting the kiss fall on him.

Kissing and kissing, the earlobe was bitten.

Jing Mian couldn't help it, he snorted with the tip of his nose, and the redness instantly spread to the root of his ears, and he didn't even have the free hand to take off the mask during the live broadcast first, so he had to scream: "... Mr. ”

He turned his head sideways: "What's wrong?" ”

The moment he raised his eyes, the man kissed the young man's cool nose bridge and lips through the mask.

The expensive suit was clinging to the child's sweatshirt, and the young man in his arms was hugged a little tightly, his chin fell to his shoulder, and then he heard the gentleman's slightly deep voice:

"Charge."

Chapter 106

At the end of the year, the snow in the city was misty and fell a little frequently.

The temperature in the city is not too low, so there is almost no snow on the streets, and the wet dark asphalt road appears.

The school's professional courses have ushered in the submission of papers and final examinations of various subjects.

The professional courses of several open-book exams ended first, and Jingmian passed all the way. It's just that the main subject that requires energy and time is urgent, and the roommate who lives in the local area even goes home with a stack of books all night.

Revision time is tight, and the library and study hall are overcrowded.

Jing Mian turned to the last page of the last professional book, and slowly closed the book, next to the key points of a chapter that he had handwritten and crossed.

He clamped the straw paper and couldn't help but look at the neat A4 paper at hand.

I suddenly remembered that the note that my husband left at home after leaving home every time he went out was not a colorful post-it note, but an A4 piece of paper torn into a quarter.

Probably in Mr. Ren's impression, post-it notes are outside the scope of daily necessities.

Jing Mian pursed her lips.

The feeling of silently surging up in his heart also made the boy unconsciously raise the corners of his mouth.

Such a Mr. Ren,

It's so cute.

The boy put the pages in his backpack along with the professional books, put on his coat, and turned to leave the study room.