A Serious Person Who Writes A Diary - CH 27.1

When it comes to the word “husband,” Lin Fengqi hesitated, and the volume of his voice became lighter. As if the word is sacred and undefiled.

“What the hell?” Wen Xia said.

“……”

Lin Fengqi was silent and said, “You are drunk.”

Wen Xia: “Hehe, aren’t you drunk?”

Lin Fengqi: “I didn’t drink.”

“Bullshit, haven’t you heard a word?”

Wen Xia added, “People get drunk even if they don’t drink.”

Lin Fengqi: “…”

It seems that Wen Xia is really drunk.

This is the first time that Lin Fengqi went to pick up Wen Xia while he is drunk. Obviously, he doesn’t smell like alcohol, but he still looks hot, his ears even a little red along with his cheeks.

….. Cute.

Without talking, Wen Xia squinted and suddenly said, “I want to go home.”

Lin Fengqi came back to his senses and said, “En.”

He raised his hands but felt conflicted. Should he help Wen Xia?

Wen Xia drank wine. What if he can’t walk steadily? But if he helps, how should he support him, shoulder? Or an arm?

Is it too abrupt?

While Lin Fengqi’s thoughts were churning and undecided, Wen Xia had already taken a step. He went straight to the pedestrian street.

Lin Fengqi quickly tried to catch up. Whenever his body swayed, Lin Fengqi felt so nervous that his heart would jump out of his throat. Holding his hand in mid-air, and guarding around Wen Xia at a distance, for fear of falling.

When he walked to the intersection, Wen Xia recognized Lin Fengqi’s car at a glance, went over and knocked on the co-pilot window.

Lin Fengqi hurried to open the passenger door with his hand at the top of his head to prevent Wen Xia from hitting his head.

When he got back to the driver’s seat, he turned around to see Wen Xia fighting with the seatbelt.

“Why can’t this be plugged in?”

Lin Fengqi hesitated and whispered, “I’ll do it.”

The seatbelt that was pulled retracted back while Wen Xia sat motionless in the driver’s seat and stared.

Lin Fengqi’s Adam’s apple roll. He used one hand and carefully leaned over enough to put on his seat belt.

The distance shortened, and he could feel Wen Xia’s breath brushing his ear, with a little alcohol.

Lin Fengqi’s heart jumped with a jerk, and his hands holding the seatbelt shook.

It happened that Wen Xia suddenly asked in his ear, “What are your hands shaking?”

Lin Fengqi’s hand shook again.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep. He pretended not to listen, and quickly pull the safety belt buckle. He almost did it in one breath.

After finishing, he didn’t look at Wen Xia, Lin Fengqi turned his head to fasten his seat belt, and then started the car.

Along the way, Wen Xia quietly cocked his head and pretended to be asleep. In fact, he secretly glanced at the person in the driver’s seat from time to time.

The man’s face was serious and cold. At first glance, he seemed to have great dissatisfaction with someone and wanted to seek revenge. But now he gets it. Maybe this man is just nervous.

Wen Xia wanted to face Lin Fengqi’s cold face several times in high school. He has always been wrong, thinking that Lin Fengqi is expressing his disgust.

In fact, Lin Fengqi is not only nervous but also feels that there is a burning kettle shouting in the top of his head, which has been echoing the phrase “Why are your hands shaking?”

He even wants to use something to separate the driver’s seat from the co-pilot, otherwise, what should he do if Wen Xia hears the loud beating of his heart?

But still, Wen Xia fell asleep.

The city center at this point is easily blocked. Lin Fengqi tried to take a detour, but the path was closed because when he reached the night market, the vehicles had to detour.

It was already an hour after they got home.

Wen Xia actually fell asleep in the middle of the ride, but he didn’t feel a little after waking up. Instead, his head was even dizzier. He wondered if his brain became tofu after Lin Fengqi’s driving.

“Be careful.” Wen Xia almost stepped in the air, and Lin Fengqi hurriedly assisted him.

Wen Xia frowned and looked at the steps in front of his eyes, a little unhappy: “Are these stairs against me? Just like you. ”

Lin Fengqi paused, stood firm, and suddenly let go: “I …”

“Oh, but forget it, I’m an adult, so I won’t care about you,” Wen Xia pointed to the almost empty step, “and I won’t care about it.”

Lin Fengqi looked serious.

Wen Xia really felt the alcohol at this time, thinking that this wine is really strong. He vaguely knows what he is doing, but he just can’t control his mouth and behavior. He wants to restrain himself, but he can’t help babbling at everything, for example;

“This elevator is so slow, it doesn’t want to take me. Oh, interesting little things. ”

“And this lamp, how come it turns itself off? It’s time to repair. ”

Lin Fengqi said, “This is a lamp with a sensor.”

“Sensor lamp? What is its use? Give me a one-kilowatt one! ”

This kind of dialogue is heard while they went upstairs. Wen Xia can always express his views on anything, even a passing moth should be taught a lesson.

Like the grade director who was pointing while patrolling the corridor in high school. No, it’s a thousand times cuter than the director.

Lin Fengqi only thought of him with three words: cute, cute, cute …

He wished Wen Xxia was a cat, so he could hold him. Lin Fengqi wonders what kind of cat Wen Xia will be. Maybe it’s a beautiful and expensive doll cat like Wen Dage.

One person talks nonsense while the other thinks wildly, and they finally enter the house.

Ah Mo came to warmly welcome them. Wen Xia was a little dizzy. He stumbled backward and hit his back against a meat wall.

The meat wall stiffened.

Wen Xia subconsciously turned, and his cheeks almost brushed Lin Fengqi’s lips.

They were both taken aback.

Time seems to freeze, and Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi didn’t move. This is the closest they’ve been since the reunion, so close that their breath almost blended in one.

There is ambiguity.

Lin Fengqi’s Adam’s apple moved, and his hand just came up. Ah Mo barked and hit him.

Wen Xia is dizzy and has no support. His only support was hit by Ah Mo. Holding the shoe cabinet next to him with one hand, he pointed at the big black dog: “You just rely on the fact that you are not my son. If you are my son, I will give you all my dog food.”

Damn, it’s hard to be a stepfather.

Lin Fengqi frowned and pulled away: “Stand back.”

Ah Mo moved back in grievance.

“Sit down.”

The big black dog got down and his black eyes looked at his father piteously.