My Bai Yueguang is allergic to inhibitors ( Chinese Bl Mtl Novel )

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

　　Lu Heng on the other end of the phone was silent, "Why?"

　　"I accept the bed."

　　Lu Heng smiled softly, "You slept well at my house last night."

　　Yu Liancheng was blunt and angry, "That's drunk, it's different from usual. Oh, by the way, my house is only 100 square meters, you can think about it."

　　"Don't think about it." Lu Heng said, "I agree."

　　Yu Liancheng didn't expect Lu Heng to be so forthright, he hesitated and said, "Then you can move here sometime."

　　"Okay." Lu Heng's voice was not as cold as usual, a little lazy, as if whispering in his ear, "Remember to make room for me."

　　Yu Liancheng hung up the phone, feeling a little hot at the base of his ears.

　　After work, Xiao Huan drove Yu Liancheng home. Yu Liancheng was absent-minded, and Xiao Huan didn't ask much. While waiting for the traffic lights, Yu Liancheng suddenly said, "Is my home a bit far from the company?"

　　Xiao Huan: "If there is no traffic jam, we will arrive in twenty minutes."

　　"But traffic jams are the norm on weekdays."

            "That was not more than forty minutes."

　　In fact, the fastest way to get to the company from home is to take the subway, but if Lu Heng is asked to take the subway, the picture of Yu Liancheng feels poisonous just thinking about it.

　　He didn't let Lu Heng live in his home on impulse, he just felt that when the two finally separated, if he moved away from Lu Heng's house and left the place for Lu Heng's new love, it would be too embarrassing.

　　If you like someone, you can be humble, but you can't be too cheap. He hoped that when he said goodbye to Lu Heng, he could send Lu Heng out of the house with a smile, and say to him: The transaction is over, let's go slowly.

　　After returning home, Yu Liancheng ignored his physical exhaustion and began to tidy up the house. Compared to Lu Heng's house, which is spotless, like a model house, his house has a sense of life.

　　The trash can is half full, there are a few clothes on the sofa that I forgot to throw in the washing machine, and the quilt in the bedroom is not made. While tidying up, Yu Liancheng thought, he actually loves cleaning, but he just doesn't have time to tidy up, so he might as well find an aunt to help in the future.

　　The second bedroom has been unoccupied for a long time and has become a storage room. Yu Liancheng opened the door, and a sense of rushed towards him. There was a single bed inside, a large wall-mounted bookcase connected to a desk, and a few cardboard boxes piled up messily on the floor.

　　From the time he could remember, Yu Liancheng had been living in the second bedroom. Later, when his father passed away, he moved to the master bedroom, and rarely stepped into the second bedroom except to put and take things.

　　Yu Liancheng drew the curtains and opened the window, the sun was setting, and the air was filled with fine waves of light. He squatted down and began to sort the cardboard boxes.

　　Most of the cardboard boxes were filled with books and manuscript paper, as well as a few bottles of expired binding heat inhibitors, which were relics of his father; Yu Liancheng also found a lot of his own things: ballpoint pens that could no longer be written, math notes from high school, buttons on school uniforms, a doll given to him by a cute school girl, empty drink cans...