Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

Zhou Jianan said, "I want Tomson's first product and one suite, is that okay?"

Wen Yuan: ...

"If you sell me, you can't afford it."

"You can afford it now." After Zhou Canaan finished speaking, he retreated a little and lay on his side on the bed, cosplaying a bodybuilding sculpture from ancient Greece.

Wen Yuan pursed his lips, finally realizing that Zhou Jianan was making fun of him.

"You said before that you would make a sculpture of the same size as me." Zhou Jianan suddenly became serious.

Wen Yuan's tense shoulders relaxed.

How could he still remember?How could he remember things for so long, remember every word he said, some promises he has forgotten now.

And dreams.

"Okay, I'll make it for you, a very handsome one." Wen Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand and gestured in front of Zhou Jianan: "The muscles are so big, and the fart is so upturned."

"You like people who are protruding forward and backward." Zhou Jianan asked.

Wen Yuan was teased by Zhou Jianan again, snorted softly, and muttered: "Who doesn't like it."

After Wen Yuan took the medicine, he soon became sleepy and drowsy, and the red spots on his arms from allergies were a bit hot, as if being splashed by sparks from a fairy wand.

"Xiaoyuan." Zhou Jianan called him.

Wen Yuan hummed.

Zhou Jianan stopped talking, and there was a distance of one meter between the two of them. For the first time, he thought the bed was too big, while Wen Yuan was like a kitten, so quiet that he couldn't bear to disturb him.

The next day, it was already nine o'clock when Wen Yuan woke up, and he was in a daze for a long time before realizing that he was at Zhou Canaan's house, and there was still a "betrothal gift" from Zhou Canaan on the bedside table.

To make him a clay statue, Wen Yuan reminded himself.

As usual, he got up and went to the bathroom first, but when he walked into the bathroom, Wen Yuan was dumbfounded.

The question about how Zhou Canaan knew he was not wearing underwear last night was also solved, because his underwear was drying on the small drying rack in the bathroom window together with Zhou Canaan's.

Two white boxer briefs of different sizes swayed in the morning breeze.

Wen Yuan blushed, stood there staring at the pair of underwear struggling, and even forgot to go to the bathroom.

"Why do you wash my underwear—"

Wen Yuan collapsed and crouched down.

When I was feeling sad, I heard the sound of someone walking, and heard Zhou Jianan shouting: "Wen Yuan?"

"I'm here," Wen Yuan replied, and then gently closed the door.

"Are you up? Take a shower and come down for breakfast."

"it is good."

After Wen Yuan went to the toilet, he dawdled for a while before coming out, and saw Zhou Jianan sitting on the chair at the end of the bed.

He was wearing a tight-fitting quick-drying suit, and he seemed to have just returned from exercising.

So self-disciplined, Wen Yuan thought to himself, self-disciplined men are the most attractive.

"Have you washed your face and brushed your teeth?" Zhou Jianan asked as he stood up, with a few strands of sweaty hair sticking to the corner of his forehead, which matched his sharp-edged outline, making him less aggressive.

Wen Yuan said it was done.

Why do you even have to ask this kind of thing? I am not an ignorant three-year-old child, and I have to supervise when I brush my teeth.

Zhou Jianan went in to take a shower, Wen Yuan sat down on the edge of the bed for a while, spread out the quilt, and went downstairs with his fried hair on his head.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, good morning!"

Wen Yuan didn't know that Wai Wai was there, and suddenly froze at the stairs. His current state was really not suitable for meeting girls.

"Morning, you are here."

Wai Wai is putting peeled oranges into the juicer, and he is accustomed to his appearance: "Drink some porridge first, the juice will be ready soon, do you like poached eggs or not?"

Wen Yuan laughed when he heard this name: "You can also call a hard-boiled egg a poached egg."

Wai Wai: "Brother Canaan always said that, so I was led to call him that."

Wen Yuan said that he would like fried eggs.

Zhou Jianan lived in Wen Yuan's house for a short time, because his parents had to go abroad for business, so Zhou Jianan ate some junk food at the school gate every day, and brought Wen Yuan with him.

Accidentally ran into Wen Yuan's mother, and the two of them went home to eat mother's love meal for senior high school students.

The name "no poached eggs" was made known to Zhou Jianan at that time.

"Brother Canaan got up really early today." Wai Wai was pouring orange juice into the quilt. "When I came here in the morning, I was startled when I heard the movement in the gym. I thought there was a burglar in the house."

"what?"

Wai Wai: "Usually no one wakes up so early, and the decoration workers have come to the house these few days. The spare key in the entrance is gone, and I haven't had time to change the lock."

Wen Yuan asked: "Is the house being renovated?"

"Yeah, don't you know? For your studio, those two over there."

two?Wen Yuan didn't understand, didn't he choose one that day?And they are all decorated.

"By the way, what kind of curtains do you want? I'll go to Curtain City to have a look after get off work today. Do you want a carpet? And buy a comfortable chair. It's not good for your back if you sit in front of the table all the time."

Wai Wai said to himself.

Wen Yuan got up and walked to the chosen room, grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open.

The wall in the middle was opened, and the two rooms together were much more spacious, and there was also a large floor-to-ceiling window.That is, the exposed steel bars after the wall was knocked down have not been processed well, and are exposed outside, forming a strong contrast with the whitewashed walls.

Like Wen Yuan's life.

"Brother Canaan, do you want coffee when you have orange juice?" Wai Wai asked.

Wen Yuan turned around when he heard Weiwai's words, and saw that Zhou Jianan had washed his hair, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and was looking at him on the stairs.

"Is it enough?" he asked.

Wen Yuan said enough.

The two looked at each other up and down for a moment, and Wen Yuan suddenly said, "Do you still want to remove those exposed concrete and steel bars?"

"Well, the workers will come back after I go out later, and I can fix it today." Zhou Jianan said as he walked down.

"Can you not remove it? I think it's quite distinctive."

Zhou Canaan didn't understand what was so special about it, did it "demolish" it?But Wen Yuan spoke up, of course he still agreed, after all it was his studio.

During breakfast, Waiwai kept talking about what happened in the company in the past two days, saying that she had heard gossip that a girl group member who was about to debut in the company seemed to be having an affair with McConaughey.

"McConaughey? Is he the one who returned to Hollywood? I quite like him." Wen Yuan said.

"Yes, that's right." Wai Wai nodded frantically, took a big bite of the omelet: "Manager McConaughey is telling people to shut up everywhere."

"Then why don't you shut up." Zhou Jianan said in an unpleasant tone.

Shrugging crookedly, he made a zipper movement around his mouth.

Wen Yuan also seemed to feel scolded, and buried himself in the porridge.

Zhou Jianan doesn't like this kind of gossip in the industry, but in the entertainment industry, he can know a lot without asking, not to mention that he is Zhou Jianan. If he doesn't listen, others will tell his assistant. Pass these things to Zhou Canaan's ears.

"McConaughey is not a good person." Zhou Canaan said suddenly.

Obviously, this sentence was meant for Wen Yuan, because of course Wai Wai knew that McConaughey was not a good person.

Wen Yuan muffled: "Oh."

I thought to myself whether he is a good person or not has nothing to do with me, I just said something casually.

Wen Yuan ate very quickly, he was the first to put down his chopsticks, and sat aside to sip his juice.

Zhou Jianan is going to make up magazine cover shoots today, and he probably won't be back until evening, but he is a little worried about leaving Wen Yuan at home, and there will be decoration workers coming later.

You can't leave Waiwai at home, she needs to take care of a lot of things.

After much deliberation, it is the best choice to bring Wen Yuan to the past.

Before he could open his mouth to seek Wen Yuan's opinion, Wai Wai said first: "Brother Canaan, Sister Kaye asked when the official announcement will be made, and her phone is about to explode."

"Oh, yes." Zhou Jianan said, "I forgot about it."

The big question marks in Wen Yuan's mind can be forgotten. When he has time to prepare a dowry gift to decorate the house, he forgets what the original intention of the two of them got married.

"Jianan, can I go with you today?" Wen Yuan asked, thinking that the two of them would show up outside more often, so that everyone would believe that they were really married. Zhou Jianan had no appointments or promiscuity.

"Wow, that's great!" Wai Wai applauded.

Zhou Jianan glanced over, and immediately changed his gentle tone: "Okay, but the shooting will be boring."

"No, I can draw manuscripts at the side." Wen Yuan answered truthfully.

The corner of Zhou Jianan's mouth twitched, and he had to pull out a stiff smile to cover it up. He just said that, so he really felt that watching his work was boring.

After breakfast, the two went back to their room to change clothes.

Zhou Jianan can just wear something casual, and he will have to do styling when he arrives at the shooting location. There should be no fans who know about today's itinerary, just keep a low profile.

But Wen Yuanxin wanted to go out with Zhou Jianan, so he couldn't dress too poorly, but the clothes he wore yesterday were work clothes made of mud at home.

"Hmm..." Wen Yuan stood in front of the full-length mirror and thought, without a clue.

Until Zhou Jianan found two sets of clothes from the cloakroom and asked him, "Which one do you want to wear?"

Wen Yuan turned his head and saw Zhou Jianan holding two pieces of clothing in each of his left and right hands. His left hand was a shirt, a vest and a windbreaker, and his right hand was a turtleneck sweater and a denim shirt.

Wen Yuan seldom wears this kind of layer-by-layer collocation that belongs to trendy people, and never leaves the house. Pajamas and work clothes are what he wears most.

"Look," Zhou Jianan held up the windbreaker set: "Folding vests is a popular trend this year. The shirt inside doesn't need to be fully buttoned, and a necklace is worn inside to reveal a little bit. Cool, perfect for fall."

Wen Yuan nodded.

The more Zhou Jianan talked, the more excited he became: "You have a long neck, you look great in a turtleneck sweater, and a stiff denim shirt is tucked into your trousers..."

"Wear the windbreaker," Wen Yuan said, because he felt it was a little difficult for him to control the combination of a turtleneck sweater and a shirt.

Zhou Jianan threw the denim shirt set on the bed: "Then you change it, I'll go find accessories."

Wen Yuan scratched the back of his head and felt that things were going in some strange direction. Why did Zhou Jianan, who matched his clothes, look so excited?

After changing his clothes, Wen Yuan looked at the man in the mirror who looked good, feeling a little dazed. He used to be a smug boy who liked to stand in front of the mirror.

"Here, sunglasses, necklace."

Zhou Jianan came over with the selected accessories: "Sunglasses will be cool."

Wen Yuan took the initiative to take the sunglasses and put them on, and then Zhou Jianan took the necklace and went around behind him with both hands to snap it on.

Wen Yuan was held in Zhou Jianan's arms, and he didn't dare to move.

Wearing the necklace didn't seem to be going so smoothly, Zhou Jianan looked over Wen Yuan's shoulder to see why it couldn't get on.

Completely embraced, Wen Yuan tried to take a deep breath, telling himself that he was just wearing the necklace, it was nothing.

"Okay," Zhou Jianan stepped back, bent slightly to look at Wen Yuan who had been dressed up by him, and couldn't help reaching out to pinch his face.

"So lovely."