Chapter 1314

He took a bath, wiped Wang Bing clean, wrapped him in a big towel, and carried him to the room. Yang Ming had already made the bed for him, and he tucked Wang Bing into the bed.

Yang Ming was watching TV in the living room. Wang Xiaoming looked at the snowflake electronics on the TV screen: "No one has watched this TV for a long time. It's broken. You go and take a shower."

Yang Ming said: "You wash first."

"You wash first, and I'll pack your things. Put the clothes you changed into in the washing machine, and I'll wash them together after I take a shower. We'll dry them when we get up tomorrow morning." Wang Xiaoming said and went to pack things.

"Oh." Yang Ming looked at his back and shook his head slightly. He really had a hard life.

Yang Ming came out after taking a shower. The TV was still on, and the screen was still full of snowflakes. Wang Xiaoming was lying on the sofa, seemingly asleep. He wiped his hair with a towel, walked to the sofa, and looked at Wang Xiaoming's sleeping face. There was a faint blue-black under his eyes. The dark circles under his eyes had not disappeared since he saw him, and they looked lighter recently. , living under so much pressure, it’s strange to be able to live relaxedly. Every time Yang Ming looked at Wang Xiaoming, who was as tireless as a worker bee, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He wanted to help him and make him live a better, more relaxed and happier life.

He sat down next to Wang Xiaoming, the sofa cushions were dented, and Wang Xiaoming still didn't wake up. Yang Ming stared at Wang Xiaoming's face quietly. After a while, he stretched out his hand and patted his cheek: "Get up and take a shower."

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes and saw Yang Ming sitting next to him, wearing the black short-sleeved T-shirt with the bright red pattern of an arrow piercing the heart. He sat up and wiped his face: "Ah, Oh, I almost fell asleep." He said and yawned.

Yang Ming turned his back to Wang Xiaoming: "He has fallen asleep."

Wang Xiaoming chuckled and got up from behind Yang Ming: "The sofa is too soft, I want to sleep as soon as I sit down." When he climbed off the sofa, his feet got stuck between the gaps of the sofa cushions, and he brought up a sofa cushion. Immediately, the garlic was mixed under his feet, and he fell to the ground. He was about to fall into pieces and be chewed by dogs, but he was hugged by a pair of strong hands around his waist. As he moved back, his body was pressed against a solid chest, which prevented him from falling. The dangers of kissing the floor.

Yang Ming chuckled: "Your cerebellum must not be well developed."

Wang Xiaoming was very embarrassed. He had fallen down twice in a row recently, and it was always embarrassing in front of him. He rolled around and broke away from Yang Ming and stood up: "I'm careless, I'm careless. Pretend you didn't see it. I'm going to take a shower." After saying that, he ran into the bathroom.

Yang Ming looked at his back, couldn't help laughing, and continued to wipe his hair with a towel.

About three minutes later, Wang Xiaoming's voice came out of the bathroom: "Yang Ming, are you still outside?"

Yang Ming turned off the TV and walked to the door: "Huh?"

"Ahem, I didn't bring a towel or clothes. Please help me get them." I was a little panicked just now, so I took off my clothes and soaped up before I remembered this.

Yang Ming's smile deepened: "Stop wearing any clothes and run naked. They are all men anyway."

Wang Xiaoming coughed: "That's so embarrassing."

"You have low self-esteem?"

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

"I won't laugh at you."

Is Yang Ming kidding? Wang Xiaoming was a little unsure. He seemed to have never seen Yang Ming act inappropriately: "Yang Ming, please stop making trouble and help me. I will be grateful to you."

After a while, there was a knock on the bathroom door: "Here!"

Wang Xiaoming opened the door and stretched out his hand to pick up the things: "Thank you."

Yang Ming said seriously: "Actually, streaking is nothing. Even if you are younger than me, I won't say it."

He said unserious things in a serious manner, which made Wang Xiaoming shocked on the outside and tender on the inside. It turned out that Yang Ming was not an absolutely serious person, he was also bad, the kind of wilted, bad, and bad kind.

Early the next morning, Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes and saw the morning light filtering in through the window. Everything in the room seemed so strange. He almost didn't remember where he was. After five seconds, his thoughts returned to their original place. By the way. , in a newly rented house. He looked at the bright windows and the white ceiling, and the corners of his mouth curled up. This life was finally on the right track!

Wang Bing next to him hadn't woken up yet. Wang Xiaoming pinched his nose and said, "Ah Bing, get up."

Wang Bing closed his eyes, but his eyelashes were trembling. Wang Xiaoming knew that he was awake: "Why don't you get up? Uncle is leaving. Are you at home alone?"

Wang Bing still didn't move.

Wang Xiaoming felt something was wrong. He opened the quilt and saw that Wang Bing was drawing a map on the bed. He was lying on the map. There was a smell of urine coming from the tip of his nose, and Wang Xiaoming yelled: "Little bastard, you wet the bed!" No wonder he didn't get up to pee last night.

Wang Bing raised his hands to cover his eyes: "Uncle, I'm sick."

Wang Xiaoming jumped out of bed, quickly pulled the little bastard up, and took off his wet pants: "You bastard, don't pretend to be sick. Why don't you get up and pee? You still sleep on top after peeing. Is it weird if you don't get sick?" Let’s go and get an injection!” Wang Bing usually urinates consciously at night. When he wants to pee, he wakes up and says something. Wang Xiaoming helps turn on the light. He goes down to urinate and then crawls back into bed. Wang Xiaoming basically doesn’t have to worry about it. As a result, he went to bed last night. I don't know why I didn't get up.

Wang Bing knew that he had done something wrong, so he obediently allowed Wang Xiaoming to mess with him. Wang Xiaoming didn't even wear any clothes, so he carried him to the bathroom to clean himself. Yang Ming was hanging clothes and saw the uncle and nephew: "What's wrong?"

Wang Xiaoming said angrily: "I peed!"

"Who peed?"

Wang Xiaoming was going crazy: "You must have done it on purpose!"

Yang Ming laughed: "It doesn't matter, just put it in the washing machine and wash it."

Wang Xiaoming finally remembered that things were different now. There was a washing machine to help, so he no longer had to wash himself. He put hot water on Wang Bing's lower body and gave him a slap on the butt: "Why are you so stupid? You don't know how to change the place when you wet yourself. Do you want to dry it? I will send you there if you are sick." inject!"

Wang Bing's original intention was to dry the wet areas with his own body, but the map was too big, the others were too small, and the firepower was insufficient. Before the evidence of the crime was eliminated, daybreak came. Wang Xiaoming slapped her wet buttocks, which caused burning pain. Wang Bing was hurt and scared, and she cried loudly.

Yang Ming put down the clothes hanger and ran to the bathroom: "Why did you hit him?"

Wang Xiaoming said bitterly: "If you don't fight, you won't have a long memory."

Yang Ming took Wang Bing from his arms, held him in his arms, and reached out to wipe his tears: "Bing, don't cry."

Wang Bing did not expect that Uncle Yang Ming, who had never liked him very much, would come to save him at this time. He cried even harder now. Wang Xiaoming rolled up the wet sheets, quilt cover and pants, threw them into the basin and soaked them first. .