MTL - Guardian (Bu Hui Xia Qi)-Chapter 85 Retired Movie Emperor (3)

Quiet and awkward after dinner.

"I am full?"

"Ok."

"Do you want something to drink?"

"No, thank you for your hospitality. I ..."

"I just moved here today, and some things haven't been packed yet, if not troublesome ... help?"

He Long glanced at the table full of food and silently swallowed the resignation that came to his mouth and nodded, "Okay." Forget it, short mouth, help pack up and leave.

There are not many things to pack. There are only a few cardboard boxes. He Long simply put all the things into the utility room and said goodbye again, "It's too late, I'll ..."

"Tough work." Guan Bowen interrupted him and handed him a bag. "In return, thank you for the snacks you brought."

Guan Bowen, wearing home clothes smiling and giving away gifts ... He Long felt a little rigid.

"Thank you." He took the bag, paused, and said, "I need to call me later."

Guan Bowen smiled kindly, "I will."

"Farewell."

"I'll send you out."

Farewell to nature, leave blandly.

After leaving the hospital, He Long could not help but look back at Guan Bowen, who was still standing at the door with a smile on his face, and frowned. I always think something is wrong ... Strange ... What is wrong ...

After returning to Liang Zhou Villa, He Bo opened the gift given by Guan Bowen.

Tea, good tea, expensive tea ... He's favorite tea.

"This Mr. Guan ... is interested." He Bo took the tea with a serious face and clenched, not wanting to let go.

He Long: "..."

"Mr. Guan must have moved a lot when he moved here. You remember to help others."

"..."

"Have you heard?"

"... heard." All this today ... what's wrong?

On weekends, dinner, Guan Bowen cooks himself.

He Long was sitting in the restaurant peeling beans delicately, Liang Zhou and Yu Shulin were watching a movie in the living room, Zhang Qian and Zhao Zhi were setting up a barbecue grill in the yard, Ling Chun had just finished a case in the city, and was struggling, paralyzed. Waiting on the sofa in the small hall.

One faction is harmonious ... but I always think something is wrong.

"He Long, go to the refrigerator and get something to drink. Zhang Qian and they should be thirsty on the shelf."

He Long got up and took it.

"He Long, Xiao Yu said he was hungry, so you can grab a snack."

He Long went to the snack cabinet.

"He Long, Zhang Qian's clothes spilled with oil. You gave him an apron. By the way, Aunt Liu sent the seasonings. You can pick them up."

He Long looked around the restaurant, took the apron on the corner shelf, and then sent the apron for the spices.

"Little dragon, come and help me string potatoes."

He Long put down the seasoning, took the sign, then stopped.

"Hungry?" Guan Bowen looked at him in confusion.

He Long frowned. "What did you just call me?"

Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, smiling kindly, "I heard He Bo and Aunt Liu both shouted at you like this, I'm older than you, called you Xiaolong, is there a problem? I don't mind you calling me Guan brother or blog.

"... No problem, you are free."

"Okay, take out this plate of chicken wings, you can roast it first, this one is slow to cook."

He Long took the plate and walked out. He stopped without taking two steps. He looked back at the busy Guan Bowen who looked down and looked at Ling Chun, who was still alive and dead in the small hall. He continued to walk past the living room, scanning for snacks. Watching the movie, Liang Zhou and Yu Shulin, squinting, looking out at the courtyard and snoring, Zhang Qian and Zhao Zhi shaking the grill, shaking his head.

Still feel like ... what's wrong.

On the weekend, He Long came to see He Bo, but unexpectedly saw Guan Bowen in the garden.

"Pour so much?"

"Yes, the roots of the flowers will rot when they are irrigated with water. It's not bad. You get started quickly."

"That was well taught by Bo."

"No, no ... by the way, the seed you requested last time is here. I'll get it for you. You need to take good care of your bare garden. Ask me if you don't understand.

"Thank you, He Bo, I don't really understand the flowers and plants."

"You don't need to be so polite." He Bo expressed a relaxed expression and looked very good. He turned around and saw He Long poked at the gate of the courtyard. … Come here, talk to the blogger, I'll get the seeds. "

He Long said somehow.

Guan Bowen watched He Bo enter the door, then looked at He Long, "Come here, have you eaten?"

"No."

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Mr. Guan, you ..."

"You can call me a blog post, I don't mind."

"..."

He Bo came out with the seeds and a happy expression with a relaxed expression. "Your aunt Liu is cooking and staying for dinner?"

Guan Bowen glanced at He Long who could not react, and smiled and nodded, "OK."

The two walked into the room while chatting. He Long was a little hesitant. "Dad, I ..."

"What shouts." He Bo turned back and scolded him, urging, "Come in and help you with your aunt Liu, Master and Master Shulin go to the old house of Zhou Family, and we will be four for lunch, so be diligent."

"..."

At the table, Guan Bowen coaxed Aunt Liu in a few words, and a few words led to the opening of He Bo's box. They talked about the year. At the end, he took the time to give He Long a bowl of soup.

He Long stared at the soup in front of him, expressionless.

Guan Bowen glanced at him, naturally picked up the sesame oil on the table, and dropped a few drops into the soup. "Drink, the temperature is just right, not hot."

He Long felt that his neck was a bit cool ... Why did Guan Bowen know that he likes to add sesame oil when drinking soup ...

After dinner, He Long was kicked out by He Bo to send Guan Bowen home.

"What's your purpose for doing this?" After sending the person to the door, He Long finally couldn't help it, and asked the doubts in his heart.

Guan Bowen froze, "What did you say?"

"What's the purpose of pleaseting my dad like this?" He wasn't stupid. Guan Bowen was pleased with his father's behavior, which was too obvious.

Guan Bowen looked at him, the smile on his face slowly faded, his eyes dropped, he paused, and whispered, "Do you really know what I did for this?"

He Long shook his head decisively, "I never understand you." Whether it was the gossip film emperor who had previously been a bad-hearted man, or Guan Bowen, who is now gentle and kind, has never seen it. Such a person who can change his face at any time, in his principle of dealing with things, needs to be careful and keep a distance ... Although the other party seems to have done nothing to be sorry for himself.

"You hate me, right?"

He Long frowned and did not speak.

"Sure enough." Guan Bowen sighed and laughed at himself, "I was a film emperor who had friends all over the world before retreating, and after retreating ... He Long, this difference is so uncomfortable, I have very few friends, each of them It's precious ... I don't want one of you to hate me. You all have your own careers to fight for, but my life is left with a pale retirement life ... Or do you never consider me a friend? "

Yes, never.

... but it seems too hurtful to answer now.

He couldn't tell the truth and couldn't tell the truth. He thought of the meal a few days ago and the tea he had carefully collected from his father. He Long's expression was distorted, and he only looked at Guan Bowen and didn't speak.

He really didn't know what to say.

Guan Bowen also looked back at him, silent to each other, and then slowly lowered his eyes, his shoulders fell down, his head turned slightly, his lips pursed, and he laughed, "I see, Xiaolong ... no, He Sir, I'm sorry to disturb your father and son ... Thank you for your help during this time, I ... Sorry, thank you for sending me back, goodbye. "After turning, I opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door.

He Long was stupid, took a step forward and wanted to knock on the door, hesitated for a while, and closed it again.

I just read it wrong. Guan Bowen was ... red eyes? How do you feel that the other party is a bit pitiful ... Also, the other party hasn't done anything bad, like this ...

He Long tangled and turned away.

Inside the door, Xiao Guo stared blankly at Guan Bowen, who suddenly changed from "reddish eyes and frustrated face" to "dangerlang when owed and screamed", shaking, "guan, guan brother ... what you want, I Here you are, here you are ... "

Guan Bowen pulled his hair and squinted at him. "Why are you still here? Let's leave when things arrive. Right, take me out of the trash when you leave. There's nothing in the refrigerator. Remember to buy some tomorrow."

"……Oh."

"Have a few more flower farmers for me, and I'm going to get the garden. Take the time to go to the suburban flower shed and pick some good feeding flowers back." Guan Bowen said, placing the seeds in his hand on the coffee table, comfortable. Going down to the sofa and touching the phone, "Knee down."

"..."

Sure enough, the film emperor is still the film emperor ... Everything I saw before is fake ...

fake!

Xiao Guo wrote down what Guan Bowen said in his notepad fiercely, and dared to anger and go out.

"Trash, don't forget."

"..."

Xiao Guo was gone, and the living room was quiet again. Guan Bowen changed his posture, raised his mobile phone above his head, squinted ... this code of chasing people ... seemed to be useless.

Life is like a play, all relying on acting skills, and sure enough, he is more reliable.

He pouted, threw the phone onto the sofa, and got upstairs.

He Long began to feel restless. As soon as he took a break, the picture of Guan Bowen's suspicious redness in his eyes began to clear. Various conjectures circulated in the brain, and guilt began to prevail.

The main thing is that he talked about something that made him care.

Guan Bowen made the garden.

Guan Bowen sent a gift to He Bo.

He Bo invited Guan Bowen to dinner, but was pushed away by the other party on the grounds that something happened. Then on the day of the meal, Aunt Liu saw Guan Bowen's assistant secretly delivered the takeaway to the villa.

Guan Bowen hasn't been out for a few days.

Guan Bowen appeared solitary in the community garden, and looked a little embarrassed.

Guan Bowen seems to be deliberately avoiding He Bo.

Guan Bowen seems to be preparing to move.

Guan Bowen Guan Bowen Guan Bowen ...

He Long couldn't sit still. When He Bo called again to mention Guan Bowen, he hung up the phone and drove to the villa area.

First he went home and talked with He Bo. After confirming that Guan Bowen was really at home, he sorted out his thoughts and strode towards Guan Bowen's villa.

The garden did look a little different. The flowers were beautiful and beautiful, but He Long felt good-looking and deserted. The curtains on the first floor of the villa were all closed, the gate and the courtyard were closed, and no one was at home. Seeing his frown, he felt more guilty about the bluntness of the day, and raised his hand to ring the doorbell of the courtyard.

The bell rang for a long time and did not respond.

He felt more and more uncomfortable, simply went over the wall of the courtyard into the courtyard, trot to the gate, and started knocking.

"Guan Bowen! Are you there? Open the door."

Still no response, he began to rush.

Just as he knocked anxiously and was about to smash the door, the door opened.

In a pajamas, Guan Bowen, with tangled hair, stood inside a half-opened door, with dark circles under his eyes, red blood in his eyes, and a look of apathy. "Little dragon? Why are you here?" It seemed like a sudden reaction, Looking down at the clothes on his body, he was a bit sluggish to arrange the crooked collar, and embarrassed with a smile, "Look at me, messy ... what are you doing to me? Want to come in and say?"

He Long frowned at him, glanced into the dimly lit room, and asked Shen Shen, "Are you sleeping?"

Guan Bowen nodded, "Suddenly I felt a bit tired after dinner, and went straight to sleep."

He Long looked at him carefully, suddenly raised his hand and touched his forehead, then frowned fiercely, and pushed him inward. "You are sick, go into the room and lie down on the bed, where is the thermometer and take your temperature."

Guan Bowen was obviously shoved by him and smiled to stop him. "I'm not sick myself, I know for myself, don't be nervous, I'm just a little tired ..."

"Go to lie down." He Long looked at him flatly and pointed to the sofa. "Or lean on the sofa and cover the blanket."

Guan Bowen looked at him, then looked at the sofa, and suddenly smiled, "You care about me?"

He Long frowned and did not speak.

"Do you hate me?"

He Long stretched his face, pulled him directly to the sofa, took the blanket and wrapped him, turned and walked out, "I'll go to my dad to get a thermometer and medicine, you can rely on me, I'll be right back."

Guan Bowen held him directly, his face clearly rejoicing, "Don't you hate me?"

"Don't move." He Long broke away from his hand and felt like he was twitching with another big man, discussing whether to hate this kind of topic. He insisted, "Frankly, I'll be right back." Stepped out.

Guan Bowen watched him leave, raised his hand to touch his forehead, narrowed his eyes, and smiled like a fox. "It seems that the cold water is not white ... I know you are soft and humming." 2k novel reading network