[MTL]After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can't Leave

Ch 38

　　As he said that, he grabbed Tan Yue's sleeve, shook it, and said softly: "I'll go and explain our relationship to him later, my brother is my certified husband, okay?"

　　He wasn't even allowed to do the introduction just now, so Song Linchu could only tell him in private.

　　When Tan Yue heard the word husband, the cold air around him suddenly disappeared.

　　With a smile in his eyes, he whispered, "Okay."

　　Song Linchu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

　　It's like dancing in a crematorium!

　　"Brother, I'm going to tidy up the house and go buy something to cook. Don't you still have work to do? I'll take you to the study, where there is a heater."

　　This heater was bought by Song Linchu with a huge sum of money. He came back from his freshman year for the New Year, and taking advantage of the winter vacation, he took several orders in one go.

　　But it was very cold in my hometown that year, and my hands were so cold that I couldn't hold a pen, so I reluctantly bought a heater.

　　Tan Yue did have a lot of work to deal with, so he said, "Well, leave the packing to Ah Yong."

　　"Okay," Song Linchu pushed Tan Yue, "Brother, go quickly, it's too cold here, don't freeze you."

　　The first floor of their self-built house was like a cellar, it was surprisingly cold, and there was a draft. Song Linchu was worried that Tan Yue's body would not be able to bear it, so he hurriedly pushed him to the study.

　　The so-called study room means that there is a desk and a simple bookshelf filled with books from Song Linchu’s childhood to adulthood. Song Linchu took off the dust cover and cleaned it up briefly. Take the air-conditioning in the room.

　　After thinking about it, he ran upstairs, took out a small blanket from the closet in his room, and covered Tan Yue's legs.

　　Just as Song Linchu was about to withdraw his hand, Tan Yue grabbed it suddenly.

　　"Brother?" Song Linchu looked at him puzzled.

　　Tan Yue didn't speak, stretched out his other hand, held his cold hand, and rubbed it for him.

　　On such a cold day, the temperature of Tan Yue's palm was scorching, like a small heater.

　　Song Linchu was rubbed so that his scalp and back were numb for a while, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held even tighter by the man.

　　"You stay here," Tan Yue whispered, "Let Ah Yong cook."

　　Song Linchu's ears felt hot, he didn't dare to look at Tan Yue, and asked, "Will he know how to do it?"

　　"simple is okay."

　　"That's fine."

　　Who knows if his simplicity is so simple that he can only cook tomato scrambled eggs.

　　"Let me do it, brother, you are busy, I will call you after dinner."

　　Saying that, without waiting for Tan Yue to speak, Song Linchu broke free from his hand and ran away quickly.

　　Tan Yue looked at the back of the young man running away, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

　　Why is this person so contradictory.

　　He was so flirtatious day by day, and he was so shy again when he really responded to him.

　　After Song Linchu settled Tan Yue, he went to the kitchen to find Kang Jing. Kang Jing's movements were neat, and he had already washed all his tableware and kitchen utensils, which looked clean and tidy.