Luggage Syndrome

When Liang Yicheng came out of the bedroom, a delicious breakfast was already on the table.

Fried spring rolls are steaming, and steamed carrot cake is fried to a golden brown.Although the deep-fried dough sticks were so soft overnight, Fu Lang put them into a pot of porridge cooked at an unknown time.

Fu Lang tried his best to make the dim sum he bought yesterday into the best appearance.

Liang Yicheng's nose was a little sore, and he thought it was Fu Lang's knee that caused it.

There was no sign of Fu Lang in the living room. Liang Yicheng searched around and found that Fu Lang was on the phone in the study, so he obediently sat down at the small table.

After a high fever and a stimulating morning, he was visibly sluggish.

The little white cat finished licking its fur after eating and drinking, looked at its own nest, then at Liang Yicheng, finally stood up lazily, and gracefully jumped onto his lap, but it scared him who was in a daze to jump up, almost falling The cat shook into the pot of porridge.

"Fu Baibai! You scared me to death!"

Liang Yicheng was still in shock, and he didn't know whether he was worried about the cat or the pot of porridge. He picked up the little white cat on the ground and rubbed its fur viciously.

"Meow--!!!"

It was rare for the little white cat to decide to pamper him, but it almost became his breakfast, and its fur was rumpled, so angry that it struggled with its teeth and claws.

"Watch out for its claws."

Fu Lang came out of the study at some point. Although his expression was calm, Liang Yicheng could vaguely feel that he was not in a high mood.

Fu Lang picked up the cat from his arms, threw it back on the ground, and then sat down beside him.

Liang Yicheng looked at the dishes on the table, and wanted to talk to Fu Lang, but as soon as the familiar smell from Fu Lang entered his nostrils, his head went into a mess: "Fu, brother Fu, good morning. "

"Early?" Fu Lang lowered his head to fill the porridge, his voice was a little smiling, "It's not early, it was already ten o'clock when you woke up, and it's almost eleven o'clock now..."

Fu Lang raised his head, glanced at him meaningfully, and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

Although Liang Yicheng had changed into his own clothes, there was still an empty space inside, and he was flustered, but now that Fu Lang asked him, he was even more guilty, his face flushed, and he said: "I will help you!" washed……"

"Oh?"

The smile in Fu Lang's eyes deepened, and Liang Yicheng realized that Fu Lang was teasing him again, so he turned his head away from him in anger.

It was a very quiet breakfast.

Liang Yicheng was thinking about it, while Fu Lang was absent-minded.

After a while, Liang Yicheng finally plucked up the courage and said, "Brother Fu, can I not call you Brother Fu?"

Fu Lang paused for a moment with the hand holding the spring roll, slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Yes, but what do you want to call me?"

That "Brother Lang" stuck in Liang Yicheng's heart, he didn't have the courage to say it out loud, so he could only whisper: "Lang, Brother Lang..."

Fu Lang didn't know if he heard it wrong on purpose: "Old, old what? Husband..."

Liang Yicheng said angrily: "Old Talisman!"

Fu Lang: "Oh, then I will call you Lao Cheng?"

Liang Yicheng was furious: "You're so old!"

Fu Lang laughed.

Liang Yicheng immediately lost his temper, and secretly slandered Fu Lang's face for smiling too foully.

"Brother Lang...can I call you Brother Lang?"

Fu Lang looked at him sideways, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Ah."

The clear and pleasant voice was very light, like a fluffy cat's tail, gently sweeping over his eardrum.

In the evening, G Dining Hall.

"What? You're out of the group?! With that Bobogus?!"

Yu Qingming was shocked.

"That's not bobo intestines!" Liang Yicheng broke down, "Please let Bobo intestines go!"

Yu Qingming suddenly stood up slightly with a serious face, and leaned in front of Liang Yicheng.

Liang Yicheng guarded his stewed chicken leg vigilantly, and said, "What are you doing?"

Yu Qingming sniffed Liang Yicheng's ear and asked, "Have you slept?"

"no!"

"You smell like someone else!"

"Are you a dog!" Liang Yicheng went crazy, and pushed Yu Qingming back to the seat, "I took a bath at his house last night."

Yu Qingming stared wide-eyed: "Last night! You actually stayed overnight! And you said you haven't slept? Did you masturbate? You can lie to others, but to me? Is our six-year sisterhood just paper..."

"No, I had a fever last night...not this morning..."

Yu Qingming frowned and asked, "Can't he?"

"..."

Liang Yicheng recalled the aggrieved incident this morning, and suddenly couldn't refute confidently, and said lazily: "I don't know... I feel that he is, okay, but, that is, he didn't touch me..."

Yu Qingming was silent for a while, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and said, "This is a bit unexpected."

Liang Yicheng raised his head in a daze.

"I always thought he just wanted to play with you, but now it seems..."

Yu Qingming paused for a while, and Liang Yicheng was immediately dejected: "He doesn't want to play with me at all?"

Yu Qingming was about to laugh angrily, he slapped Liang Yicheng's head hard: "Sometimes I'm really curious about what's in it..."

Liang Yicheng was knocked so hard that his face almost fell into the plate. Although he reacted promptly, the tip of his nose still touched the drumstick.

He wiped his nose casually, and said angrily, "It's not your yellow waste anyway."

Yu Qingming watched silently as he wiped the marinade juice all over his face, and sighed: "Maybe this means that stupid people are blessed with stupidity."

The author says:

White Wolf:? ?When someone chases me, they regard me as a treasure. After they get me, am I not as good as a pot of porridge? ?Although it is short, I wish you all a happy 520 and love you all (づ￣3￣)づPS: Lao Lin: A certain local dialect, which means fool... whispering to seduce friends who don’t know bobo intestines, hurry to Baidu [Run]