CH 47

Inside the house, the wall-mounted air conditioner was buzzing and running, and a few rays of sunlight jumped in from the corner of the curtain that was blown by the wind, and spilled on the corner of the bed.

Wen Ge was awakened by a kiss. In his sleep, he felt a familiar warmth at the corner of his mouth, so his body reflexively moved closer to that warmth.

The shallow kiss gradually deepened after he took the initiative to approach, and Wen Ge was reluctant to open his eyes until he felt the breath in his lungs getting thinner and thinner.

“Morning.” Seeing that the person woke up, Gong Ze moved away from his lips, pushed on top of Wen Ge’s head, and smiled softly.

“Morning.” Wen Ge replied in a daze, then drilled into the bed, rubbed his face against Gong Ze’s chest, closed his eyes and said, “I’m hungry.”

“Good, I’ll go make the breakfast.” Gong Ze turned over and lay back on the other side, rubbing Wen Ge’s soft tousled hair, and asked, “What about you? Not getting up after going to bed?”

Wen Ge yawned and then sat up: “Getting up, I want to be with you.”

“Okay.” The smile on Gong Ze’s face couldn’t be restrained, and he couldn’t help kissing again.

The two went to the bathroom together. Wen Ge was stunned for a moment when he saw a few abrupt scenes in the corner of the vanity, and then realized that they were recording the show, and remembered his bold move when he was in bed just now. He was a little embarrassed.

Gong Ze saw his strangeness, squeezed his face, handed him the toothbrush, hugged him from behind, and asked with a smirk: “Are you shy?”

Wen Ge’s ears were red, and his  elbow pushed him away. “Now, brush your teeth without talking.”

After washing, the two of them went downstairs together. While Gong Ze was preparing breakfast, Wen Ge counted. There were a dozen hidden cameras upstairs and downstairs.

The feeling that every move was monitored by others made him feel all kinds of discomfort in his heart, the only good thing is that the show crew only installed a few machines, and did not find strangers in their homes.

The program they participated in was called “The Way of Getting Along”, which is an old variety show on Apple TV. It has a good reputation. It is a show that observes how couples get along.

Invited guests include amateur couples who have been married for more than ten years, as well as celebrity couples who are newly married and honeymooners, to explore the ideal couple relationship by observing how different couples get along.

The show does not have a fixed guest with a different couple every week and a 48 hours of follow-up shooting.

At this time, it has been a year since Gong Ze and Wen Ge opened up their relationship. After a year of digestion, the public has gradually accepted the relationship between the two.

They have now become the idols of the domestic gay community. More and more people bravely stand up and fight for their rights.

Through everyone’s efforts, the society’s acceptance of homosexuality has gradually increased. Under this trend, more and more people are beginning to wonder how gay people get along in private.

After learning about the “The Way of Getting Together” program, they wanted to invite Gong Ze and Wen Ge to the previous program.

Since the program started, they have invited an unknown couple of opposite sex, but the same-sex couple has never appeared. A year ago, they had never even thought of it.

They thought it would be difficult for the two of them to agree to participate in the meeting, but after the staff explained their intentions, the two immediately agreed without hesitation.

After breakfast, Wen Ge lay on the sofa, letting maltose trample on him. He glanced at the phone’s lock screen, sat up holding maltose, and asked Gong Ze, who was still eating the kitchen and washing dishes, with the back of the sofa: “Did Mom and Dad arrive today?”

“Well, I will arrive this afternoon.” Gong Ze answered him from the kitchen.

“What time?”

“Four o’clock.”

“It’s just time to come back.”

Wen Ge calculated the time and said, “Let’s eat at the restaurant at night. It’s almost six o’clock when I come back. You can only eat it if you do it by yourself.”

Gong Ze thought about it and found it reasonable, so he nodded and agreed: “Then we go to the one we often go to. It is also very close to the airport. You can have dinner before you come back.”

“Okay.” Wen Ge called to make a reservation. Gong Ze washed the dishes and walked into the guest room again. Wen Ge also followed with the maltose.

Seeing that he was about to clean up the room, he stepped forward to stop him: “Call a part-time worker. I’m in a hurry to come now.”

Who knows that Gong Ze would refuse: “No, the room is not dirty. It is quicker to clean up by yourself.”

Wen Ge saw that he was sweeping and mopping the floor and making the bed and quilt, and whispered:

It sounds very light, but he still heard Gong Ze turned off the vacuum cleaner, put him against the wall with his forehead against forehead, smiled and asked: “Why? Distressed?”

Wen Ge rolled his eyes, pushed the person away, holding the maltose and going out, “You take care of yourself slowly.”

Gong Ze grabbed him, and looked at him grievously: “Baby, you don’t want to help me?”

“Not at all.” Wen Ge refused firmly.

Gong Ze held him and said, “Baby, you should move too, you see you are fat.”

Wen Ge squeezed his waist, then hypnotized himself : “Not fat.”

“Fat, really fat.” Gong Ze stepped forward with his hands around his waist, “I hold you every day, I know better than you if you are really fat.”

“I’m not fat.” Wen Ge curled his lips, refusing to admit that he was fat.

“Well, you are not fat.” Gong Ze felt that if he continued the fight, they could fight until tomorrow, so he compromised. “But even if you are not fat, you should exercise more. Your physical fitness is really bad.”

Wen Ge looked at the vacuum cleaner with disgust: “Then I have never heard of mopping the floor to exercise.”

“Okay, then we will go to the fitness room and exercise with professional equipment.” Gong Ze said, seeing the plan had succeeded.

Satisfied, he squeezed his face, and no longer insisted on letting him help. “Go to the living room and sit down. When I’m done here, I will accompany you to exercise.”

Wen Ge was dizzy and was pushed to the door by Gong Ze: “What about me? It’s time to say I’m going to exercise!”

“You don’t want to exercise by doing housework, so you can only rely on professional equipment.” Gong Ze looked at him innocently, “Okay, don’t stand stupid. It’s a big gray here. Take your son to the living room.”

Wen Ge felt that he was trapped, and he refused to go out. He said pitifully, “I regret it. I think mopping the floor is also good.”

Gong Ze smiled handsomely at him, and then shook his head firmly: “No.”

Seeing Wen Ge’s reluctance to leave, he took the person to the living room by himself, “Well, go watch TV by yourself.”

Wen Ge lay on the sofa impeccably, despairing, and complained, “Gong Zhuang, so cruel.”

Gong Ze staggered and glanced at him complainingly: “Baby, can’t you save me some face in front of the audience.”

“You didn’t save me any face, why should I give it? You save face.” Wen Ge had a rascal look: “what you can do with me”.

Gong Ze shook his head helplessly and returned to the guest room.

Wen Ge watched TV, ate watermelon, and patted the dog. He was extremely refreshed. Gradually, he forgot about it.

So an hour later, when Gong Ze was standing in front of him in a work vest, he didn’t realize the danger coming at all and pushed him aside with disgust: “Don’t disturb me watching TV.”

Gong Ze took the remote control and turned it off, and looked at Wen Ge condescendingly.

“What are you doing when you turn it off? I’m seeing a wonderful place.” Wen Ge glared at him with dissatisfaction, trying to get the remote control back.

“Exercise.” Gong Ze spit out the word unhurriedly.

Wen Ge frozed like a statue, and before he could grab the remote control, he slapped his body and fell on the sofa.

Gong Ze was so strong that he picked him up without any explanation, walked to the fitness room, and put him on the treadmill: “Run for an hour, and then do 100 sit-ups. You will have to shoot the album cover next month. How much do you have to practice some muscle contours.”

Wen Ge’s next album is more rock and roll. In order to fit the style of the song, the cover of the album is more manly, and his upper body is shown.

Ying Yutian has been urginghim to exercise, but Wen Ge is very lazy in fitness and doesn’t like sports at all so he hasn’t started exercising now.

Ying Yutian said that he was dry and couldn’t persuade him, so he could only ask Gong Ze, hoping that with the encouragement of Gong Ze’s love, he could exercise his fighting spirit.

Regardless of whether it is the encouragement of love or the punishment of love, you have to bow down in the face of laziness.

When Gong Ze said this, Wen Ge lay directly on the treadmill and pretended to sleep: “I’m asleep, don’t bother me if I’m asleep, huh.”

Every time Wen Ge tried to avoid doing something, he would be a rascal. This behavior seemed so cute to Gong Ze, he couldn’t get angry at all, so he squatted down and leaned in to kiss his face.

Pretending to be asleep, Wen Ge opened his eyes and looked at Wenger with a grudge. It’s a pity that this time Gong Ze was determined to stare at him for exercise, firmly pulling him up, and given time and speed.

Wen Ge realized that he can’t run away, he can only reluctantly move, and bargaining as he runs: “One hour is too long, half an hour, okay, I haven’t exercised for so long, so I can’t just come. Such a high intensity.”

Gong Ze couldn’t laugh or cry: “It’s only an hour, and the speed is not fast, so it’s a high intensity, don’t struggle, talk for an hour and an hour.”

Wen Ge’s mouth was drooping, and there was  nonstop repeating phrase in his stomach. I wanted to complain, but gradually, the more he ran, the more tired he became, and he didn’t have the energy to speak anymore.

An hour later, Wen Ge was sweating profusely, panting and limp on the treadmill. Gong Ze wiped his sweat with a towel, fed him a few sips of water, and said, “Ten minutes to rest, and then start doing sit-ups.”

“Cough, cough, cough.” Wen Ge choked out with a sip of water, and Gong Ze hurriedly Pat him on the back.

Wen Ge ferociously grabbed Gong Ze by the collar: “Gong Zhuangzhuang, do you want to exhaust me to find the second spring, huh? That’s how you treat your husband?”

Gong Ze would not feel distressed when he is so tired, but knows that if he is not strictly required now, he will be dissatisfied when the cover is shot, and he will have to blame himself.

It is better to make him suffer a little now, and then he will not have to suffer psychological torture.

“Okay, let’s rest for half an hour.” After all, Gong Ze still couldn’t completely harden his mind.

But just like that, Wen Ge still doesn’t appreciate it: “Can’t you just cancel it, or put the sit-ups until tomorrow.”

“No, there are plans for tomorrow.” Gong Ze finally took the water back, and then squatted on the ground to help him massage the calf.

“I want to tell my parents, you are abusing me.” Wen Ge glared at Gong Ze.

Gong Ze’s face instantly collapsed: “Bao, you think my parents are too kind to me, don’t you? You said I’m cruel, you’re cruel, you said that they can’t take my skin.”

Of course Wen Ge was just joking, dreaming about what Gong Ze would end up doing if he really did this. When he thought about it, he couldn’t help but laugh, and the grievances in his heart disappeared a lot.

Gong Ze smiled when he saw this, and rubbed his shoulders flatteringly: “Don’t be angry anymore.”

“When did I get angry?” Wen Ge refused to admit, “Okay, okay, don’t squeeze, I will do sit-ups. The parents are back by themselves.”

There was a machine dedicated to doing sit-ups in the room, but Gong Ze changed his mind and took Wen Ge to sit on the yoga mat, hugging his calf, solemnly Said: “Seeing you for so hard, reward you every time you do a kiss.”

Wen Ge finally knew why Gong Ze picked up the equipment to choose manual self-help, and gave him a white look: “You are so clingy!”

He said as he put his feet on the pad and put his hands near his ears. Gong Ze did not give up and asked again: “Really don’t want to?”

“No!” Wen Ge replied firmly.

Gong Ze lowered his head and smiled without insisting, but his eyes flashed with confidence.

Wen Ge took a deep breath, forced his waist and abdomen, raised his upper body, looked at Gong Ze’s gradually enlarged face, and finally leaned in to kiss him.

Sit-ups are too tiring, so give yourself a little motivation.