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After eating and drinking enough, Zhuang Zhou followed Mao Fei's request to send him to MOMO and then returned home. At home, he was a family man who accompanied the cat and waited for his wife.

Xiaosheng is more courageous than Huadan. As soon as Maofei disappears, he will try his best to coquettishly surround Zhuang Zhou, meowing and snoring, licking everywhere with a small barbed tongue, and his tail can't wait to extend two meters. It would be good to entangle the owner whom it hasn't seen for many days.

Zhuang Zhou hugged it and rubbed it along its fur, and joked, "It's definitely not possessed."

Xiaosheng didn't understand, so he just rubbed his little head into Zhuang Zhou's arms vigorously, arching and topping, really no different from his Fei Fei.

Zhuang Zhou was in a good mood, and seeing Hua Dan also appeared, he knelt down/body and said, "Come here."

Hua Dan hesitated for a moment, and finally approached with small steps. The moment she was slapped, she snorted loudly, raised her two paws and pawed at Zhuang Zhou's leg, wanting to beg for a hug.

Sucking pussy is refreshing.

Zhuang Zhou sat on the sofa, embracing left and right, with a laptop in the middle preparing for lessons, and when he was done, he sent a message to Zhan Yao: Is it better?

Zhan Yao replied in seconds: I don't feel bad anymore, I just ate a salad, thank you for your concern.

Zhuang Zhou: Yun Ning is not bad.

Zhan Yao understood the words: I will walk around in the past two days to see, is there anything you need me to pay special attention to?

Zhuang Zhou: Shops that are suitable for cake shops should not be too far away. They are in my business district.

He added: just go shopping casually, this matter is not in a hurry for the time being.

Zhan Yao: Okay, what kind of cake is it?Fresh food, or already packaged?

Zhuang Zhou: Do it now, you need a workshop.

After the task was given, Zhuang Zhou sent Zhan Yao a big red envelope, and then checked the time, it was time to go to the Qing Bar to pick up his baby.

Mao Fei was standing on the open-air platform in front of MOMO, talking on the phone with his mother.

"I just finished singing and I'm ready to go back, but I didn't bring an umbrella, it's raining heavily."

"Didn't you check the weather forecast?"

"I read it and said it's going to be tomorrow, who knows that the sky will be missed right now."

"It's not as clever as the kids I bring with me all day, what are you going to do?"

Mao Fei leaned on the railing, kicking the ground with his toes: "My partner is here to pick me up, so I can't get wet."

Tong Yuwen stopped talking, and asked again and again: "Subject? Are you talking again? Is it reliable this time? Or your classmate?"

"It's not a classmate," he said with a chuckle, "I've been promoted, it's a teacher."

Tong Yuwen was surprised: "Your teacher?"

"Well, taller than me, handsomer than me, singing better than me, knowledgeable than me, especially good-tempered, and cooking is delicious!" Mao Fei boasted that he was more beautiful than water splashes all over the floor, "You See if I'm in Moments, he cooks all the colorful and delicious meals in the photos, as well as flowers and plants, and he also raises two cute kittens."

"Promise." Tong Yuwen skipped the show and went straight to the point, "Since he is a teacher, he must be older than you, right?"

"It's a big one."

"specific."

Mao Feilue cautiously said, "Seven years old."

Tong Yuwen said "oh", "27, very good."

Immediately afterwards, the conversation changed: "You got married?"

Mao Fei yelled: "No! Why should I talk to him after we get married!"

Tong Yuwen worried: "I'm afraid you'll be fooled so stupidly that you don't even know it. You need to keep your eyes sharp and shine. Do you know if you're heartbroken?"

Since ancient times, his mother looked stupid, and Mao Fei yelled heartily: "I know!"

When the phone was hung up, lightning tore through the night sky and thunder burst.

Mao Fei's bangs were wet from the rain and fog. He scratched and pulled twice, the toe of his shoe got stuck in the gap between the railings, his buttocks poked out again, his chin rested on the back of his hand, and did not move.

Wangfu Feifei folded herself into a less than sign.

He also has love to do at night.

In such a fine weather, the more heavy the rain outside the house, the more cozy and warm the house will be.Where will you use what pose?Will you still say some sweet and blushing love words?How long does it take to be fed?Obviously every time I am full.

Want to be called "husband"?call?

Let's see his performance!Reward him for his good performance.

Mao Fei smiled idiotically, tilted his head to write a draft of the night's affairs, and then his thoughts flew wildly, flying to his little brother Pei, wondering if he was sleeping soundly now.

Suddenly remembering that he hadn't reported to Ran Qing, Mao Fei hurriedly took out his mobile phone and sent a message: I won't return tonight, see you in the classroom tomorrow morning, [/kiss].

While staring at the screen waiting for a reply, Zhuang Zhou's voice came from under the terrace: "Feifei."

Shocked, Mao Fei immediately pulled his foot out, turned around and ran down the stairs. Zhuang Zhou went up to meet him with an umbrella, was thrown into his arms, and taught, "Don't be afraid of slipping and falling."

"You follow me." Mao Fei squeezed in front of him, announcing the good news, "I told my mother about you, and she was satisfied, saying that she knows how to hurt people when she is old. Do you know? Do you hurt people? ?”

Zhuang Zhou sent him to the passenger door, pinched his cheek and kissed him: "What do you think?"

Mao Fei shouldn't have asked such a question with his mouth.

The night sky is washed like ink.

Suddenly, a square soft pillow on the bay window of the bedroom fell to the ground.

The rain curtain was outside the window, and it was strange that the two insisted on listening to the rain, so in this small world that became hot because of hugging, a lewd rain also fell.

Symphony, the sound of rain accompanied by humming, lingering and sentimental, converging into a melodious melody.

Zhuang Zhou listened intently and devoted himself completely to playing the music.

The strings trembled with the sound of the musical notes, stretched tight, and picked out a round arc.

The rhyme flows continuously, like gurgling spring water, like the melody of nature, which makes people addicted and intoxicated.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier.

Mao Fei's harmony was raised twice, as if he was tired from singing, and his voice was hoarse, adding a touch of temptation.

Zhuang Zhou said thoughtfully, "Baby, do you want to take a rest?"

Mao Fei groaned, his soul had already floated to the sky in the beautiful movement, and he couldn't hear Zhuang Zhou's murmur clearly.

He even curled up his toes, like a ballet dancer, twisting his waist in the fierce and high-pitched tunes, as if he was in the heavy rain, dancing a ecstatic dance.

The dance is moving, the song is beautiful, Zhuang Zhou lost his mind for him.

He sighed and pressed his cheek to his, and kissed him deeply.

In the middle of the night, the final chapter of the symphony came to an end, it was time to sleep.

Huadan and Xiaosheng sneaked into the bedroom, and the dog sneaked into the bedroom.

Sitting on the side of the sofa for a few minutes, seeing that the two people in the big bed were still not moving, they boldly jumped onto the bed one after another. The catwalk was precise, hitting Maofei's sour and lemon fruit's vitals, and the pain caused him to wake up from his deep sleep. But he was in a daze and couldn't open his throat to call out.

Anyway, just passing by, Xiaosheng strolled to the pillow again, and led Huadan to become a detective, sniffing Mao Fei's face and hair.

It was faintly itchy, Mao Fei was physically and mentally weak and comfortable, and he didn’t even want to lift his eyelids. He just thought, just smell it, and don’t step on me again. After a while, I thought I would fall asleep again, but unexpectedly it was already bright It's bright morning.

Zhuang Zhou was making breakfast in the kitchen, and the two cats were washing and grooming gracefully in front of the window.

Mao Fei turned off the alarm clock, rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, and lamented how quickly time passed while sleeping.

He came to the restaurant with his slippers on, and was led by the smell of fried bacon until he bumped into Zhuang Zhou's back. He opened his arms and hugged him around his waist, and acted like a baby early in the morning: "Zhuang Zhou."

Zhuang Zhou responded with a light smile, and he called again, "Husband."

No less calls last night.

Not only that, but also a tangled and in-depth discussion on the question of "whether it hurts or not".

Q: Does it hurt?

Answer: It hurts.

Q: Then should I be lighter?

A: No, no, that's it.

Q: Didn't it hurt?

Answer: It doesn't hurt.

Q: Oh?I don't hurt people?

Answer: It hurts.

The word has multiple meanings, broad and profound, which makes Mao Fei very bitter.

Put the bacon on the slices of bread, and crack two eggs into the pan.

Zhuang Zhou turned around, saw that he was obediently wearing his nightgown this time, picked him up like a reward and walked towards the bathroom: "Did you sleep well?"

"Well, but I had a terrible dream. I dreamed that I became a lemon tree. The only place in my body that could bear fruit was there. Huadan and Xiaosheng kept picking my fruit. I was sore and painful, but I It's a tree, and I can't move or run."

Zhuang Zhou was very happy and said, "Can you explain your dream?"

Mao Fei was put down, squeezed the toothpaste and frothed his mouth, and motioned to him with his eyes: You can solve it.

Zhuang Zhou massaged his lower back skillfully: "It means you want to eat lemon chicken."

"Ah?" Mao Fei slurred his speech and wanted to argue that he didn't want to, but the words came to his mouth—is it delicious?

The buttocks were soft and upright, and Zhuang Zhou slapped him lightly: "It's delicious, I'll make it for you next time."

After all, go out, or the eggs will be fried.

Mao Fei gurgled his mouth, wondering what the dream had to do with the lemon chicken.

After washing his face, he lifted up his nightgown to pee, and lowered his head to hold his own lemon fruit.

After urinating, Mao Fei shook, thinking about it.

He rushed out from the bathroom, still trying to pounce on Zhuang Zhou in an angry manner: "Why are you so perverted! So you are such Zhuang Zhou!"

Zhuang Zhou handed him the golden millet porridge, and successfully prevented a riot. After serving the millet porridge and sandwiches, Mao Fei's arrogance came and went quickly, and he only looked at him with teasing eyes: "Rogue."

"Virtue." Zhuang Zhou laughed at him, held his shoulders and pushed him into the living room, "Go and get food for the two of them. If you give food, you will be mother, and I will kiss you after a few times."

"Then you kiss me first." Mao Fei cheated, "I haven't kissed you yet when I got up."

Zhuang Zhou was really going to be sweetened by him, so he pulled him into his arms and kissed him sweetly.

"Do you really want to make lemon chicken for me?"

"Really."

After all, kiss again.

The feeling of being pampered is so wonderful, Mao Fei suppressed a smile and said: "Then put a little less lemon, I'm afraid of sourness."

Zhuang Zhou promised him: "I will listen to you."