Non-non

After Zhuang Zhou went out, Liu Maofei lay on the bed slowly.

The bedroom is quiet, the floor-to-ceiling curtains are open, the window is dark, and the glass reflects the scene inside the house.

Mao Fei saw himself trapped in the soft quilt, like being surrounded by clouds, like being lazy in cotton.

His heart is also so soft, it is no longer violently beating, but relaxed and joyful, if I have to describe it, it is about the beginning of peach blossom, enjoying the warm wind in the gentle sunshine.

He likes these intimacy, being held in hands, hugged in arms, hugged, princess hugged, waist hugged, buttocks hugged, kissed his face or ears, and made some jokes about calling someone a hooligan.

He loves it so much.

Mao Fei clung to the pillow, and became aggrieved after being happy.

I have only experienced the fickleness of men from senior Zhu Ming, and now Zhuang Zhou is ambiguous to him, maybe it is because he is good at sex in bed, maybe... also because he is someone's stand-in.

"Woo...I'm so pitiful..."

Mao Fei snorted in a nasal voice, and felt wronged in an instant. He still laughed so loudly in the car, and he couldn't stop laughing when he was thinking about it by a friend with sex. Now, he is neither stupid nor happy.

His ears hurt, Mao Fei turned around and lay down on the side, and saw his handwriting on the notepad: Thank you for the hospitality.

Hospitality.

Well, they are in a relationship of entertaining each other now, since Zhuang Zhou is willing to be ambiguous, and he feels that he enjoys it, it is better for everyone to enjoy it, just like Brother Pei said, just care about so much and do what you want, as long as you are comfortable.

Mao Fei got up and sat there for half a minute, a little confused, not sure whether he had successfully enlightened himself, and after a thorough enlightenment, he finally seemed to understand "what to do with so much".

But novels are not for nothing, Bai Yueguang's double, sex first, love later, friends with sex become lovers, etc., one of the operations is very worth learning.

Mao Fei reached out to pick up the notepad, opened a new page, and was about to write when he heard a series of sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen, and unconsciously wanted to sniff with the tip of his nose, as if he could already smell the aroma of food.

He turned over and got out of bed, stepped on the cotton slippers and ran to the kitchen, and saw that Zhuang Zhou had changed into a loose home dress with rolled up cuffs and an apron hanging on his chest.

"There are no more ingredients, let's make tomato meat sauce noodles."

Mao Fei stretched his neck, looked at the oil pan and then at Zhuang Zhou: "But you are making fried chicken."

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Well, a few small chicken legs and wings are for your snacks."

Mao Fei swallowed on the door frame: "I want the cumin flavor, is there any chili powder?"

"Eat less spicy food." Having said that, Zhuang Zhou still took a small dish and poured him a pinch of chili powder.

Mao Fei thought it wasn't enough: "Give me more."

"You need to maintain your health." Having said that, Zhuang Zhou still poured him a handful more, "Noodles are not pasta, but ordinary vermicelli."

"I can do it, I don't choose." Mao Fei took the small plate, put it on the dining table, and then folded it back. He pressed the notepad on the wall of the door, and he wrote: "Three Chapters of Agreement."

After finishing writing, I tilted my head and looked at the tomato washer. I realized later that he could cook!

Another bonus item, the same as singing well, the kind of bonus item where one out of ten.

"Why...why don't we order food?" Mao Fei asked curiously, "Also, I haven't said anything yet, how much does this suite cost per day?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at him and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Mao Fei handed him the notepad: "Is there any objection?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight: "I have no objection, I will listen to you."

The washed tomato is chopped with a knife, and then a handful of shallots are taken. The minced meat has been seasoned for later use. Before the next step, take out the golden and crispy chicken legs and wings to control the oil.

"This room," Zhuang Zhou hesitated, "maybe hundreds or thousands of days, I don't know."

Mao Fei was stunned: "Are you really taken advantage of? The overlord in the novel is not as wronged as you."

"I don't care about things," he paused and thought for a while, "My brother doesn't necessarily know about things."

Mao Fei hugged the pillar of the wall and pressed his chest against the notepad, he was a little soft when he heard this.

He tentatively asked, "What, what do you mean?"

"Berwin belongs to my family." Zhuang Zhou sprinkled the fried chicken he had prepared with cumin, put it on a plate and handed it to Mao Fei. "It's one of my family's properties, but I don't inherit the family business, so I don't know very well."

Mao Fei held his breath, stuck to the wall and couldn't move.

He is a grassroots person in school, and he is also ordinary in society. His parents are divorced, and his father has a new family. He has long ignored them. His mother is a kindergarten teacher. I am satisfied with a salary that does not worry about food and drink.

But he feels dreamy now, is it because he has read too many novels that he wears books?Stepping into a rich sadomasochism book to play the role of a small cannon fodder who has only appeared in more than a dozen chapters?

Zhuang Zhou came closer and laughed at him: "Stupid?"

There were still drops of water on his hands, so he didn't use his apron to wipe it off, but instead wiped it on Mao Fei's flushed face, and then picked up a fragrant chicken leg and stuck it to his slightly parted lips: "Bite."

Mao Fei just took a bite, and some bread crumbs fell off crispy, tender and juicy in his mouth.

Finally regaining consciousness, Mao Fei yelled vaguely while chewing: "You are the son of Zhuang Hezhou?!"

"Ah."

"Zhuang Mu is your brother?!"

"Ah."

Zhuang Zhou fed him another mouthful, then pushed the plate away: "Serve it yourself, I'll cook the noodles."

Mao Fei took over obediently, and asked, "Is this your biological brother?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "They are all surnamed Zhuang, what do you think?"

"Zhuang Qiang is also surnamed Zhuang!" The fried chicken just out of the pan was so delicious that Mao Fei killed one and picked up another, "Is Zhuang Qiang your brother?"

"This is really not it." Zhuang Zhou started two stoves, boiling water and cooking noodles while frying meat sauce, "You don't want to write the third chapter of the agreement?"

Mao Fei was glib: "Writing, I'm going to suppress my surprise first. I seem to have gotten rich, can you tell me about the grievances or gossip of a wealthy family? Your brother's golden bachelor must be liked by many daughters, right? Is there any?" What kind of heart-wrenching story about giving up the legendary romance for the sake of family business marriage?"

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help laughing, Mao Fei was choked because of his own crimes, he stretched his neck trying to swallow but couldn't swallow, and couldn't cough, blushing and thick neck.

Zhuang Zhou scolded him for being stupid, and gave him a cup of warm water to drink, and he would be good after drinking it.

There were still two legs and wings on the plate, so Mao Fei put them on the table and left them for Zhuang Zhou to eat. He licked his lips and leaned against the wall again, writing the first one first: You can't be nice to others during the period of friends with benefits.

"It's unbelievable, I, I, I, who the hell would have thought, that I actually got an appointment with the young master of Chichao! What do you like about me? I am now, will I be thrown a check to call me in the future?" away from you?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly: "No."

Mao Fei poked his head to look at him, but he could only see half of the profile, with the corners of his eyes and lips curved. He asked again, "Is it convenient to say, you don't inherit the family business, what are you doing?"

The curved arc faded a little, Zhuang Zhou said: "It's hard to explain in one word, but simply put, it's to help my mother take care of the beauty salon."

"Oh." Mao Fei stopped asking, changed the subject in time, and picked up a lively tone, "Then is there any gossip about your brother? I'm really too old, I haven't seen the world, I'm really curious."

"Yes, there are too many," Zhuang Zhou smiled, "I'm afraid you'll eat your pen after listening to it, so I won't tell you."

To be even more concerned, Mao Fei walked into the kitchen with his notebook in his arms, and lay down on the refrigerator to write the second article: mutual confidentiality, a teacher-student relationship in school, and freedom outside the school.

"Well, don't tell me if you don't say it, you rich people always have a lot of ulterior secrets."

Stir-fry the tomato sauce, add a little sugar to enhance the taste, then put the tumbling noodles in a little cold water, put them in a bowl, white and moist, pour the meat sauce and mix, sprinkle with green onions, and it's done.

Zhuang Zhou took off his apron, turned around and covered Mao Fei's back, and saw that he was writing the third article: the frequency is every Friday and every Saturday, one day and two nights, with restraint.

After finishing writing, start a new line and sign: Mao Fei.

Mao Fei leaned back slightly, his hair brushed against Zhuang Zhou's chin to get a kiss, and he urged: "Have you finished reading? Is there anything to add or disagree with?"

"It's all up to you." Zhuang Zhou wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him in his arms. He held Mao Fei's hand with the other hand and went to sign. Woolen cloth?"

"No!" Mao Fei couldn't escape, twisted twice and was pushed against the refrigerator, Zhuang Zhou asked, "If I really give you a check and ask you to stay away from me, what will you do?"

Mao Feile was farting, and before answering, he laughed a series of "hahaha": "I am so happy just thinking about it, how much can I ask for at most? Is 500 million okay? Less, 300 million?"

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head and kissed his brow, scolded him: "Just think about it, come over to eat."

The agreement has to be written, and everyone has a copy, and put it on the table for the time being.

The meat sauce is full of complexion and fragrance. Before eating, Mao Fei took a photo with his mobile phone. After taking the picture, he didn’t know what he was doing. He clicked on the circle of friends and posted the picture with the words: A cannon fodder’s instant carpe diem!

The likes came quickly, Ran Qing was the first, and the comments followed immediately: Where to eat?

Mao Feihui: Don't ask, if you ask, you won't be able to eat it! [/sinister smile]

Su Chengyin second: Last time I made peach blossom wine, this time I made stewed noodles, and I was so greedy.

Mao Fei stared at "Peach Blossom Wine" in embarrassment, swiped his finger back and forth a few times, and deleted the item "Peach Blossom and Wine, I want to drink too much".

I don't know if Zhuang Zhou saw it, it's too wild, what's the difference from "Don't stop, I want more"?

No difference, Mao Fei put down his phone, pressed the Longyang Eighteen Styles flying in his head, picked up a big mouthful of noodles with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth, it tasted completely different from fried chicken, and he couldn’t compare which one was more delicious .

Zhuang Zhou asked, "Is it okay?"

Mao Fei nodded again and again, and then pushed the plate: "The ones left for you, you fried them, and you haven't eaten yet."

Zhuang Zhou smiled, picked up a wing according to him, and asked, "What else do you like to eat?"

"There are too many, I don't want to eat." Mao Fei was very refined, sucking and sucking, "I didn't eat garlic before, but I found out that the garlic is really fragrant. I put it in oysters, grilled eggplant, and sizzling shrimp. ..”

As he spoke, his voice weakened, and he asked, "Do you eat these? Have you heard of them?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't know whether to scold or laugh, his shoulders were loose, and he was in a very relaxed state: "Let me tell you, soy sauce dipped in green onions, sliced ​​steamed buns with fried eggs, and corn buns with mustard."

Mao Fei thought about it, and heard Zhuang Zhou say again: "I'm not the tyrants in your novels, I'm no different from you, at most a few years older than you."

"Seven years older, just seven years old, I don't think you're old," Mao Fei was a little nervous because he had to think carefully, "Seven minus one is six, seven minus two is five, five plus one is six."

Zhuang Zhou laughed tremblingly.

Mao Fei looked at him with a pair of pious eyes: "You are so down-to-earth, please be considerate and considerate of me. I ate the buns before I went to MOMO that night. I was not full and I was always hungry."

"Really? Then I asked you 'are you full', and you said 'full, can't eat anymore'?"

"me..."

Mao Fei shrank his buttocks, and even curled up his toes. He went all out: "Get rid of the fake!"

Really in a good mood, Zhuang Zhou sighed: "Pin, take out the book and study by yourself later, if you know anything, just ask me."

"and then?"

"Then I will give you two questions, and if you answer correctly, you will be dismissed."

Mao Fei asked the way out first: "What if the answer is not correct?"

Zhuang Zhou said honestly, "I haven't made up my mind yet, but I will definitely teach you."

how to teach?

Mao Fei couldn't help thinking of Pei Li's sensual speech, and learned how to shoot as much as possible.

Mao Fei shuddered.

Zhuang Zhou urged him, "Eat quickly. Are you still full?"

Mao Fei hurriedly picked up a chopstick, eating until his cheeks swelled up.

He realized that he was looking forward to it.