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Mao Fei was stunned!

As if Zhuang Zhou didn't think it was exciting enough, he turned on the speakerphone, and the "beep---" waiting to be connected rang through the bathroom.

Mao Fei's eyeballs were about to pop out, and he shouted angrily, "Is it the midnight bell?!"

Zhuang Zhou also imitated his tone: "Hush."

The next moment the call started counting down, Song Yusong was full of doubts and said, "Hello? Old Zhou?"

"Well, are you busy?"

"I'm not busy. It's two o'clock in China. Where did you go? Don't say you were kidnapped by Ms. Li Wei?"

"Thinking too much," Zhuang Zhou said with a smile, "Don't worry, your students don't expect you to come back now."

Song Yusong dismissed him and said solemnly, "What's the matter? I'm so scared, every time you call me in the middle of the night, it's not a good thing."

"May I ask you, does your school prohibit teacher-student romance?"

Mao Fei's scalp exploded, and he didn't know what he was afraid of. He held his breath, but only heard his Mr. Song gasp in horror.

"Damn it's really not a good thing!" Song Yusong scolded, probably out of breath, "You, you, you, you didn't stop a few years ago, now that you've had enough, you're looking for excitement, right?"

Zhuang Zhou corrected him: "It's not a joke."

He said again: "Looking at your reaction, is it forbidden?"

"Prohibition! Prohibition in bold and black!" There was a sound of walking on the opposite side, and Mao Fei could imagine Teacher Song's madness, "When I was a trainee teacher, the relationship between the school professor and the students was ambiguous. A bunch of scandals came out, and then the relationship between teachers and students was banned, otherwise both of them will be expelled."

Zhuang Zhou pretended to be sorry and said, "All right."

Song Yusong was annoyed by him: "It's okay, what can you do! You don't come here, Lao Zhou, don't play with firecrackers, the kids nowadays are very wild, let me tell you, don't mess with Lao Tzu's students Ya!"

So anxious that he even ran out in dialect, Zhuang Zhou said with a smile: "What should I do, I will kill first and then play."

Mao Fei was also in a hurry, and when he moved, there was a sound of splashing water, which made the other party hear it clearly.

Song Yusong took a deep breath: "Old Zhou, I use my bold imagination, I hope you can deny me."

Mao Fei vigorously shook his head at Zhuang Zhou, throwing him a splash.

Zhuang Zhou suppressed a smile and said, "Don't let timidity limit your imagination."

"At two o'clock in the morning, the sound of splashing water, aren't you soaking in the bathtub?"

"Ah."

"one person?"

Mao Fei covered Zhuang Zhou's mouth regardless, and threatened him with the sight of death.

Zhuang Zhou scratched his itchy flesh lightly, and easily freed himself, he said, "Well, alone."

The two people on the phone and on the other side heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

Song Yusong suppressed his breakdown: "Old Zhou, is that the one who sang in the bar that night when you were greeted? You still went ahead to see someone? After a long time, it was my student?"

Zhuang Zhou slowly rubbed Mao Fei's waist with one hand, and only replied "um".

"Okay, old Zhou, tell me who he is?"

The sight of death struck again, Zhuang Zhou leaned over to peck at Feifei before he said with a low smile, "Use your bold imagination."

"Forget it, I don't know how to pull it off... You are a real bully, you can trick someone into falling in love with your teacher and student by singing three songs, what about me? I will eat pistachios down there and eat them in my mouth Huo, it didn't heal in the first place, but now that you are angry, you will definitely have an ulcer in your mouth tomorrow."

When the word "cheat" came out, Zhuang Zhou was screaming inwardly, and sure enough, his neck was strangled.

He interrupted Song Yusong's chanting: "Eat more fruit to supplement VC. Don't worry, I---"

Song Yusong also interrupted him: "I'm not worried at all, the substitute teacher I recruited violated the school rules and messed with my students, can I be relieved!"

Zhuang Zhou calmly comforted him, "Then you came back earlier, is everything going well?"

"It's okay." After a pause, Song Yusong sighed, "That's fine, that's all, you just know what to do if you have a new love and forget the old love."

"There are a few. Then hang up."

"Well, hang up."

But no one hung up.

Mao Fei waited in silence, his teacher Song broke the silence first: "I had a dream last night, I dreamed---"

"It's better to hang up." Zhuang Zhou said coldly, "I'll change the WeChat name later."

Song Yusong let out a "fuck" and hung up.

Mao Fei immediately snatched the phone and put it on the shelf, and then straddled Zhuang Zhou's waist in one go: "You lied to me?"

Zhuang Zhou wanted to laugh when he saw his condescending virtue of pretending to be a queen, and he showed weakness: "We didn't actually play games, that was my excuse to go up to you and sing."

Mao Fei stared at him: "Really? That's it?"

Zhuang Zhou affirmed: "That's it."

"What's the point of lying to me?"

"I suddenly ran up and said I wanted to sing a song with you, for fear of scaring you."

Mao Fei didn't know whether to believe it or not.

"Who knew that someone would actually ask for a price for me," Zhuang Zhou hugged his buttocks, "In order to make you more money, I left you, Mr. Song, to peel pistachios alone, and made him angry."

Mao Fei also pinched his neck in a vain manner, and shook it twice, and the water waved to the ground. He smothered his laughter and "twitted" him: "Come on, you still blame me for your evil intentions, you are the only one who can talk... "

With his cheeks held, Zhuang Zhou raised his head and kissed him. The soft light hidden under the sink cast lingering shadows on them, which reflected on the tiled wall in a quiet and warm way.

Mao Fei asked curiously, "Is Mr. Song also an incognito son?"

Zhuang Zhou answered irrelevantly: "Are you ready to be coaxed? Are you not angry?"

"Who said that, just force it," Mao Fei frowned and fell into his arms, "Don't lie to me in the future."

"It can't be guaranteed," Zhuang Zhou chuckled, rubbing and rubbing to help him relax, "It depends on the situation."

The nonsense almost flooded the bathroom, until he finally returned to bed, Mao Fei still didn't know if his Mr. Song was an incognito son or not.

There was a heavy rain in the morning, and it turned into a sunny day in the afternoon.

Mao Fei really didn't want to leave the pillow, and every time he would have an unclean complaint: man, why should the chamber pot be eliminated from the necessities of life.

When the bed is settled, tighten the lid, put it under the bed, and then take it out when you get up, do you still hate your own urine?

He was wrapped up and reluctant to lift off the quilt, Zhuang Zhou would not be on the bed at some point, he trotted to the bathroom on his worn cotton mop, shivering while urinating, feeling cold.

The heating in the house was turned off, and the windows were opened to ventilate after finishing work last night. At this time, I could smell the cool air after the rain.

Mao Fei found Zhuang Zhou on the balcony, the glass sliding door was closed, he knocked, and saw that he was working with their flowers and plants wearing white gloves.

Zhuang Zhou turned around, his eyes immediately became unfriendly, he took off his gloves, opened the door without saying a word, and hugged Mao Fei horizontally: "Bare buttocks are poor."

"Who's freaking out!" Mao Fei was displeased, "Call me as soon as I woke up."

The bed was as warm as a paradise on earth, Mao Fei rolled in automatically as soon as he was put down, Zhuang Zhou sat by the bed and patted the pile of clothes beside the bed: "You can reach out, huh?"

Mao Fei cocked his head and challenged him: "I wet the bed after wearing it!"

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help laughing because of choking, and asked: "Then next time, I'll change into a nightgown and just put it on. Do you want to wear it or not?"

Mao Fei shrunk under the quilt, revealing his eyes, and said stubbornly and obediently: "Put it on."

Typical eating soft but not hard.

Zhuang Zhou leaned over and moved his bangs up, and then pressed a kiss on his forehead.

Mao Fei closed his eyes and muttered happily, "What are you doing?"

"Take your temperature."

"Oh...is it burning, how many degrees?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Normal, 250 degrees."

"You!" Mao Fei counterattacked impotently, "You are only two hundred and five!"

The two quarreled for a few rounds across the quilt, and finally relied on Zhuang Zhou's force to suppress them. They pressed the person into the pillow and waited for a big health care before they reconciled. Mao Fei felt comfortable all over, stretching his arms and legs to enjoy the dressing service. Said: "I seem to be more like a young master."

Zhuang Zhou drove him out of bed: "Go to work on the balcony."

Mao Fei scolded him: "Can't you let me float a little longer!"

The balcony was a mess, full of soil and pots, and scattered flowers, branches and leaves.

Mao Fei sat on a small bench. Zhuang Zhou put on gloves for him and told him how to fill in the soil and transplant plants. He told him, "Make it slowly, and if it doesn't work out, just put it away. I'll clean it up after cooking."

Mao Fei held the small shovel: "Don't worry."

The ingredients in the refrigerator were bought when they passed by the convenience store last night. Mao Fei guessed that lunch was about sandwiches and milk.

The sun was very warm, and after a while, the sound of frying came faintly.

Mao Fei turned his head to look towards the kitchen, and could only see Zhuang Zhou's back. He slept in yesterday morning, and today he still didn't know how he shaves with shaving foam.

Mao Fei turned back with a little pity, resting his chin on his knees, and carefully planed to loosen the soil.

Mr. Song said that every time he called in the middle of the night, it was no good. He was saying that after Zhuang Zhou was done by someone, he should complain to him, right?

How uncomfortable it must be, angina, right?Will you sigh, will you pull your hair and grit your teeth and cry?

They also said that Ms. Li Wei tied him back, and that Ms. Li Wei was Zhuang Hezhou's wife and Zhuang Zhou's mother.

So do you still have conflicts with your family? It's been so long, haven't you reconciled?

The soil was planed loose, so Mao Fei chose a new pot of suitable size and transplanted it. Small yellow and white flowers, tender green leaves, beautiful and sturdy ceramic flower pots, Mao Fei thought about how they were smashed by anger, and it was still time and time again. , Countless times, a cavity of anger rushed straight into the palm of his hand, and he had to fan it out and fan it on the body surnamed Jiang to be happy.

Plants also hurt, okay? Potatoes scream when they are peeled.

Mao Fei sighed heavily.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Zhou came over, took a rag and wiped off the soil outside the porcelain basin, took it and put it on the flower stand, "Sigh, are you tired?"

Mao Fei stood up, took off his gloves and put them on the edge of the flower stand: "No one will throw them anymore."

Zhuang Zhou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled softly: "Yes."

Lunch was really sandwiches and milk.

I don't know how Zhuang Zhou made it. It's simple, but it's delicious.

After eating, Mao Fei took the initiative to wash the dishes. He liked this set of tableware very much, like his boat full of clear dreams pressing down on the galaxy.

Zhuang Zhou accompanied him and asked, "Are you going back tonight?"

Today is Sunday, I have been away from home for two days, playing and singing every night.

"Come back." Mao Fei thought in the sound of dripping water, the past two days... no, this week has been too fulfilling, "I'll go back after changing the flower pots with you later, dinner Back to the cafeteria to eat."

It seemed that Zhuang Zhou had expected it: "Well, listen to you."