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The time after lunch was spent on the balcony, sitting alone on a small bench, taking care of flowers and plants, and listening to Zhuang Zhou talk about his tentative future plans.

The whole body was shrouded in the warm sunshine, Mao Fei was lazy, and he successfully transplanted another succulent plant into a beautiful small flower pot.

He hesitated: "You insist on asking me if I want to take the postgraduate entrance examination or work..."

"Well, it's because your plan will determine my plan." Zhuang Zhou took the meat and put it sideways on the wrought iron flower stand beside him, "Don't worry about the postgraduate entrance examination, I will guide you by hand, if you don't pass the exam... .”

Mao Fei ventured to guess: "Will you throw money at me?"

"It's a good idea." Zhuang Zhou laughed, "Let's not pass the exam. The possibility of this is so small that it is negligible."

Mao Feibiao wanted to urge him: "What if! What if my elm brain just doesn't open up?"

The two pairs of bear ears on the cotton mop were pushed together, Zhuang Zhou didn't take off his gloves, he bent his mud-stained index finger and scraped Mao Fei's nose: "Peach blossoms will grow, can a postgraduate entrance examination still be difficult for you?"

Scratching the tip of the nose, God, every time Mao Fei saw this kind of plot in the novel, he would grin and frown in disgust, and the thick and greasy feeling that hit his face always made him hairy.

However, but.

Mao Fei's tanned pink face quickly turned red, and he covered his nose and hid back, making it too late for Zhuang Zhou to catch him, and he fell down on the stool with his back.

Zhuang Zhou was amused and convinced, took off his gloves, half bent down, picked up Mao Fei who was screaming in pain, hugged him, and sat down again, "What do you think you are hiding?" He rubbed his buttocks and joked, "Mao Fei Mao Fei, hands and feet, causing trouble, is that how it got its name?"

Mao Fei scolded him for talking nonsense, and didn't dare to move around, for fear that his dirty gloves/clothes would be stained, so he countered: "Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou, 'Zhuang' pretends to be, Zhou...Zhou...Zhou. ..”

It's so lacklustre!

Mao Fei hated: "Zhou Papi!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed tremblingly: "Help you?"

Mao Fei glared at him with angry eyes.

Zhuang Zhou said: "Resurrected in the Zhou Dynasty---resurrected after meeting you."

Mao Fei couldn't get angry anymore, and scolded him in a low voice: "Do you think I'm uneducated? Ah? I'll just take advantage of it."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and lowered his eyes to look at him, he didn't know whether his eyes were as bright as the starlight last night, or as gentle as the sunlight now, he looked at Mao Fei a little crazy.

Zhuang Zhou kissed him on the tip of his nose which was still covered with mud and dust: "Can I ask you for another one?"

Mao Fei groaned: "Please."

Love talk, everyone loves to listen.

Zhuang Zhou laughed lowly, and murmured, "Zhuang Zhou's dream is not a dream."

The flower pots are gradually full, the flower stands are half empty, and the sun is still full.

When the Mercedes-Benz drove out of Xingzhui Tianye, Mao Fei sat in the passenger seat and fiddled with his mobile phone. He asked, "After sending me back to school, will you come back?"

"Don't come back yet, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just ask."

"I will go to Bowen first to move all the things that can be moved, and then go to the pet store to buy the necessities of life for the two ancestors." Thinking that Mao Fei had never raised a cat, he added, "Cat food , cat litter, cat litter box, shower gel and the like."

"Why are there no small fish?" Mao Fei asked anxiously, "When I raised cats, I saw them hugging small fish and snoring while eating."

"Yes." Zhuang Zhou thought of the greedy appearance of the two cats, and smiled, "It's snacks, there are biscuits, chicken breast and so on."

Mao Fei was looking forward to it. He was stroking the cat in his head when he heard Zhuang Zhou ask him, "Is there any class on Tuesday afternoon?"

Mao Fei recalled for a moment: "There was a session, and it ended at three o'clock."

"That's just in time. Do you want to go together? Pick them up in the suburbs."

"Outskirts?"

Zhuang Zhou said "Yes", "The helicopter came here."

Mao Fei was silent for a few seconds, then pressed his heart and said to himself: "I want to be calm, I want to be calm, it's just a helicopter, not a bomber."

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight, "Go?"

If he can resist the temptation, he won't be called Mao Fei. He nodded: "Please take me with you."

"My assistant, her name is Zhan Yao. When she comes, I will drive this car for her temporarily, and I will go to Bowen to get another one."

Sure enough, it was Berwin's car.

"So, you open the storage box."

Mao Fei opened the lid of the box according to his words, and a bottle of body lubricant came into view.

Mao Fei didn't need him to order any more, and hurriedly took it out and put it next to the perfume bottle: "Don't forget to put it away! Do you have any more? Is this the only bottle?"

"Well, everything else is in the hotel."

"Keep away the ones in the hotel too! Don't you feel ashamed when you say you're such an adult!"

Zhuang Zhou let him scold him. After turning the corner, he happened to see a dessert shop with a very vulgar signboard.

He called: "Fei Fei."

Mao Fei: "Why?"

"There is still half a year left, you can think about it slowly---I, as Party A, ask you for the name and logo of the cake shop, is that okay?"

Mao Fei was stunned.

This is Zhuang Zhou's main plan, which can be called a livelihood: he wants to find a store here and open a cake shop.

After the substitute class is over, Zhuang Zhou will take off his teacher's identity and become a pastry chef, working with cream, flour, and various fruits and sweet sauces all day long.

Mao Fei imagined Zhuang Zhou wearing a suit and mounting flowers, and said in a daze, "Do you want me to even think of the name?"

"Think about it as you please," Zhuang Zhou reassured him, "Don't feel pressured, I will think about it myself."

Mao Fei looked out of the window with a lot of thoughts, and the phrase "Zhuang Zhou's dream is not wrong" popped up in his heart.

Really like.

I really like this love story.

---It's so beautiful, it makes me dream.

---You know, I've been fantasizing about you for a long time.

They can be blended together into a smooth and lovely love story.

If that's all, it's fine, but he has actually been planned into one's future plan.

This is more beautiful than any love words.

Mao Fei closed his eyes and opened them again. The car had already reached the tree-lined road at the back gate of the school, so hurry up.

He looked at Zhuang Zhou: "Zhuang Zhou, I, I promise you now, okay?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled: "Boyfriend?"

Mao Fei excitedly said: "Yes!"

Zhuang Zhou refused, saying, "No, you—"

"Why?" Mao Fei was anxious, "You have no reason not to do it! You have to do it! What is the difference between us and a couple now? Aren't you fantasizing about me? Isn't it a pun, but you just want to enter my body? ?”

Zhuang Zhou thought for two seconds before he understood what the phrase "pun intended" meant, and he couldn't stop laughing.

It's really interesting, the brain circuit is really clear.

He parked the car under the shade of a tree, sighed, couldn't hold back Shang Maofei's impatient brows, and broke into a laugh again.

"What did your teacher Song say last night? Teacher-student romance is prohibited, otherwise both will be expelled."

Mao Fei misfired for a second.

"If you get caught and fire me, it doesn't matter. I am a substitute teacher. But what will you do? How will you explain to your family? What will your teacher Song do? He called me in for emergency, but I Do something unbearable for the school."

Mao Fei said dryly: "I didn't think so much."

Zhuang Zhou took his hand and rubbed it: "And didn't you say that you have never been chased before, and you don't want to enjoy it?"

Mao Fei muttered: "I want to, I want to be in love more."

"Actually, there is still a difference between us now, compared with love."

"What's the difference? We're obviously flashbacks, sex first and then love."

Zhuang Zhou smiled softly: "For example, in today's situation, you say you want to go back to school and have dinner in the cafeteria. I won't force you. This will send you back, and you have the initiative."

Mao Fei asked: "Then, what if it's a boyfriend?"

"I will wait until after dinner at night before letting you go, maybe I won't drive, we will take a walk after dinner together, occupy you as long as possible, and let you stay with me."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhuang Zhou continued: "I will also introduce you to my friends, and then I will choose a suitable time to take you to meet my family. Teaching you how to cook is also on the agenda, and there will always be times when I am not at home." time, you can at least feed yourself."

Mao Fei was finally able to refute: "I can order takeaway..."

Zhuang Zhou hypothesized: "In the middle of the night and blizzard weather, there is no takeaway."

Mao Feisoul asked: "Why are you not at home in the snowstorm in the middle of the night?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed, and Mao Fei choked on him, "I'm out of words!"

After choking, hook his index finger with his index finger, curl it tightly, and say, "Don't stay home."

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but want to kiss him.

"Feifei, why are you so obedient?"

"That's when you didn't see how good I was."

His lips were swollen, and Mao Fei said with a nasal voice coquettishly: "Besides, and you have said so much, I still think there is no difference between us and being in love. No matter whether I agree or not, we must be careful in school." It’s good to conceal the identity of a girlfriend, concealing the identity of a boyfriend is also concealing, and concealing the identity of a boyfriend is also concealing, it’s all concealment, why don’t you let me agree to you? As for underground love, I have more experience than you, and my five exes are all underground love.”

Zhuang Zhou's Adam's apple rolled.

"I'll learn how to cook with you too, so why don't we just talk about a sneaky relationship that only the two of us know about? Let go when we meet friends and family members. Are we just in a hurry for half a year?"

The heat in his heart burned into his eyes, and Zhuang Zhou stared at him firmly.

Mao Fei flattened his mouth: "Why don't you talk? Do you think that I really have to come here without any effort? Obviously you came to chase me, but I-oh!"

Zhuang Zhou kissed him fiercely, his fingers caught in Mao Fei's hair, making it impossible for him to escape.

It hurt to be sucked and bitten, Mao Fei was good at pushing him, tears were forced out from the corners of his eyes, he struggled with "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The salty tears, mixed with the saliva soaking the corners of his lips, finally made Zhuang Zhou kind and gentle. He pecked his red and swollen lips and whispered, "No."

Mao Fei didn't want to talk to him, for fear that if he said something again, he would be treated cruelly.

It took a long time for her breathing to gradually stabilize, and the aggressive energy slowly dissipated in the silent tenderness.

Zhuang Zhou called him, "Baby."

Mao Fei responded obediently: "Do you agree?"

Zhuang Zhou gently touched the corner of his eyes: "I promise, I promise you everything, I listen to you."

Mao Fei endured it, gritted his teeth, but he still couldn't hold back the corners of his lips. The more he smiled, the happier he became, and he said in a buzzing voice, "I've got a rich man, I really want to laugh!"

"Stupid." Zhuang Zhou touched his forehead, "Silly treasure."

Mao Fei was just silly: "Then...then you still, will you let me go? Can I have something for dinner?"

Zhuang Zhou said cruelly, "If you don't leave now, you will skip class tomorrow."

Mao Fei shrank his buttocks, he felt that he might not be able to do it anymore, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

Last night he was so close to being incontinent, it was horrible.

Mao Fei pushed him away, unbuckled his seat belt, and turned around without hesitation like a client who heard that the money would cost him his fortune: "Tuesday afternoon, see you the day after tomorrow."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and sighed, "Well, I'm still waiting for you here."

Mao Fei picked up his bag and opened the door to get out of the car. With rich experience, he put on the hood first.

He walked around to the driver's side and knocked on the glass, stretched out his thumb and index finger to draw a little distance.

Zhuang Zhou cooperated with his mysteriousness, and only rolled down the car window by a small crack.

Mao Fei approached and said, "I will miss you."

After finishing speaking, he didn't leave, but stuck his fingers in the cracks, waiting patiently.

Zhuang Zhou wanted to laugh, but his heart softened.

He poked him with his fingertips: "I will miss you too."