In the middle of the night, Jiang woke up from a hazy dream. The curtains in front of the window were shaking slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality.Before he could react, he suddenly felt a coolness on his feet.

With a soft hiss, he got up from the bed and looked at his toes.

He touched it, and his toes felt cool, and when he scraped it with his fingers, some paste seemed to come out.

Jiang paused for a moment, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it strangely, and there was a very strong smell of medicine..

Not an illusion.

Jiang already felt chills all over his body. He checked the room and found that everything was normal, and there was no sign of other people breaking in.

And even if someone with a ulterior motive broke in, it would not be just to apply medicine to him.

Therefore, Jiang could not think of anyone else who could open his door without authorization and do so quietly, except for Wen Shiqing who lived under the same roof as him.

But how did Wen Shiqing know about his foot injury? He didn't tell anyone about it, and he didn't take it to heart.

The more he thought about it, the weirder he felt. His gaze was cast on the painting on the wall. The painting was hidden in the hazy night, and the shadows were so thick that it couldn't be seen clearly. He just felt weirder, and the bright red paint also deepened in the night.up.

A guess suddenly arose in his heart, Jiang Ji hesitated for a moment, and climbed out of bed.

He moved a stool and stepped on it to reach the painting.

He hooked the painting with his finger and it was crumbling.Jiang Ji was not short, about 1.78 meters tall, but the painting was hung too high. He gritted his teeth and took it down firmly.

As he guessed, there was a pinhole camera in the middle of the painting.

Jiang didn't know how to feel for a while.

He laughed, is there really no normal person in the Xu family?

Fortunately, was prepared in heart, and didn't think that Wen Shiqing would be an upright and good young man, so didn't have much emotion, but...

Does that prove that Wen Shiqing can see everything he does in the room.

Jiang Ji's first reaction was that luckily he didn't have a habit of streaking, otherwise he would have been seen from top to bottom.

He fiddled with the painting, but found no other strange things, then stood back on the stool and hung the painting on the wall again, without the pinhole camera in the middle of the animation.

Jiang had crawled back onto the bed, staring straight at the painting, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

His finger landed on his toe, there was actually no blood there, and it wasn't a big wound. If you didn't look very carefully, you wouldn't find the skin broken.

Wen Shiqing came into his room in the middle of the night just to rub the medicine on him, and he knew that if he did, it would definitely reveal that there was a camera in the room.

What is he doing it for?

There are very few introductions to him in the plot, and Jiang Ji even has a very vague image of him, unable to figure out what he is thinking.

This is very insecure.

Besides, who knows if Wen Shiqing did anything to the surveillance screen when he fell asleep?

Jiang has stared at the camera without hesitation, thinking about what to do next while watching.

Wen Shiqing must have known that he knew, and was probably looking forward to his next move now.

How do you harm yourself and others?

Jiang already thought of Wen Shiqing's weakness: cleanliness.

Very serious cleanliness.

He raised his eyebrows, just as a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.

The weather in midsummer night is the most changeable. The sky, which was still bright and high above the moon, is now covered with dark clouds. The light rain immediately turned into a torrential rain. The window glass was smashed and dripped, falling on the ground and among the flowersFall among the green leaves.

Jiang Ji made a plan, his expression changed, he blinked at the camera, and the corners of his lips pressed slightly.He shrugged pretending to be scared, his face collapsed, and he wrinkled his little face in fear.Then he held the quilt with some hesitation, climbed off the bed and hesitated for a few seconds, and then mustered up the courage to open the door and leave the room barefoot.

Wen Shiqing looked at the screen on the computer, saw the boy's composure when he discovered the camera, and the scene of the boy's ever-changing expression, and finally going out with the quilt in his arms.

He narrowed his eyes and chuckled, the look in his eyes fluttered, as if a hunter had caught some interesting prey.

In a few seconds, there was a knock on the door.

He turned off the computer and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Go in."

In the next second, the boy's figure appeared at the door.

Jiang already hugged the quilt, barefoot, and stood pitifully outside the door.

His voice trembled slightly, his eyes were full of panic and fear, and he walked in with small steps.

Wen Shiqing was hidden in the dark, he didn't turn on the light, sat on the bedside, and asked gently: "What's wrong, Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Ji bit his lip, like a frightened kitten, and the kitten's tail curled up.He said weakly, "Uncle Wen..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, a purple thunderbolt suddenly flashed outside the window.

Jiang already exclaimed, threw the quilt in his hand, and quickly got into Wen Shiqing's quilt with one stride.

A strange smell got into his nose in an instant, the shower gel that Wen Shiqing used was the same as the one he used, but how could it make people feel the difference.

Jiang Ji slandered in his heart.

He couldn't see Wen Shiqing's expression clearly, and he didn't know if he had angered him.

When the lightning dissipated, he began to cry, his voice quivered slightly, and his eyelashes seemed to be stained with tears: "Uncle Wen, I'm afraid."

Feeling that this was not enough, Jiang Ji dared to grab the corner of the other party's pajamas, looking dependent: "Uncle Wen, I'm afraid of lightning and thunder, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Wen Shiqing didn't speak, what was waiting for him was the silence and tranquility of the room.

Jiang Ji tremblingly wondered if his farting would break this strange silence.

He tried it, and there was nothing to fart.

I don't know how long it has been quiet, so quiet that Jiang already suspects that the other party is acquiescing that he slept here.

Wen Shiqing broke the silence, he smiled softly: "Xiao Jiang has grown up, he can no longer sleep with his elders."

Jiang Ji twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself, good guy, I remembered that you are an elder at this moment, why didn't I think of myself as an elder when I installed the camera?

Wen Shiqing's tactful refusal also confirmed that Jiang had grasped a certain weakness of his, he was relieved, and at the same time revengeful, his mind turned around, and he immediately put his arms around Wen Shiqing's waist, softening his voiceShe said coquettishly, "Uncle Wen, I'm afraid, you are so nice, can't you help me, just for one night~"

Thank you for the invitation, let me vomit in advance.

Wen Shiqing didn't react too much, only Jiang Ji keenly noticed that the waist he hugged tensed for a moment.

In less than a second, Wen Shiqing relaxed, so fast that Jiang already thought it was his own illusion..

"Uncle Wen, I know you are a very good person, you will definitely not reject me, right?" Jiang Ji's voice was stained with tears: "I will sleep next to you, I will not disturb you, and my sleeping position is also very goodof."

This can be regarded as a very humble begging.

How could a gentleman like Wen Shiqing continue to refuse? That would be too out of character.

Sure enough, Wen Shiqing sighed helplessly, his expression was unpredictable in the dark, Jiang Ji could only guess what his expression was at this time by feeling.

Maybe taking advantage of the night, Wen Shiqing replayed the act of strangling him to death hundreds of times in her heart.

Jiang already felt very satisfied, he just liked the way others wanted to kill him but couldn't.

"Go to sleep, just this night." Wen Shiqing compromised: "There will be no next time."

Jiang Jideng immediately cheered: "Okay, thank you Uncle, Uncle is the best, I will always love Uncle."

With that said, he lay down neatly, got into the bed, quickly closed his eyes, and looked like he was sleeping obediently.

Wen Shiqing moved, and Jiang opened his eyes in the next second, grabbed his sleeve, and said pitifully, "Uncle Wen, don't sneak away, please, I will be scared by myself."

Wen Shiqing paused, and said softly, "Okay."

As he spoke, he stopped moving, but he didn't really lie on the same bed with Jiang Ji either.

Seeing him deflated, Jiang already felt relieved, and immediately fell asleep obediently.

He thought that he would lose sleep in this strange environment, in a strange atmosphere, and even with a strange person sitting next to him.

But didn't expect to fall into a deep sleep as soon as closed eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to feel that someone was touching his feet, and he moved subconsciously, but the hand seemed to be just stroking, and there was no further movement.

Before Jiang Ji could open his eyes, he fell into the land of tenderness.

When he woke up in the morning, Jiang had already stared at the ceiling dully, and subconsciously glanced at the other side of the bed.

Wen Shiqing was not on the bed.

Jiang Ji was about to get up when he saw the man sitting on the balcony.

The man has a good figure, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and looks very stylish in a suit. He can walk on the runway as a model with any clothes, not to mention that he is only wearing a bathrobe at this time, showing his hard chest and abdominal muscles.looming.

That's how people's desires come about.

Jiang Ji even thought that when he left, he would have a fight with Wen Shiqing, which could be used as a conversation piece in the future.

Such a man only appears in newspapers and periodicals, living in admiration for his family, and living in the high-spirited talk of ordinary 996 people.

Wen Shiqing seemed to have just taken a shower, and his hair was still dripping with water. He was sitting on a chair, with one hand on the back of the chair, a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and his facial features were dimly isolated in the smoke.For a while, Jiang had stood far away and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Thinking in ecstasy, Wen Shiqing looked over and smiled slightly at the corner of his lips: "Xiao Jiang woke up."

Jiang had come back to his senses, and expressed his gratitude: "Yes, yes, it's a good thing I had Uncle Jiang last night, otherwise I would definitely not be able to sleep well."

Both of them were well aware of what happened last night, but they tacitly did not expose it.

Wen Shiqing snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and smiled with downcast eyes: "Xiao Jiang is not young anymore, don't let what happened last night happen again."

Jiang Ji nodded obediently: "I understand Uncle Wen."

It seemed that the old man had resentment in his heart, and Jiang had given up the idea of having a fling with him.

Forget it, the grudge old man may play a lot of tricks in bed, he is an old pervert.

He is afraid of death.

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