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Hanfu has arrived, three sets of men's clothes, three sets of women's clothes, and a bellyband.

The packed carton box became a paradise for Xiaosheng and Huadan, and Pili Plop played and rolled all over the floor.

Mao Fei was more excited than the two of them, and wanted to try it on, but was stopped by Zhuang Zhou: "Come cook together first."

Lemon chicken, shiitake mushrooms and cabbage, and the tomato sorrel fish that Mao Fei has talked about several times.

Mao Fei didn't stand up well, squeezed Zhuang Zhou, and asked, "Are we living a good life?"

Zhuang Zhou was hindered by him so he couldn't use the knife well, so he simply took him into his arms, handed the knife to Mao Fei, and taught him how to pick the bone of a chicken leg: "Forget it, falling in love and living a life are two different things."

Mao Fei raised his head to beg for marriage with him. He didn't learn how to use a knife, but he became more and more good at acting like a baby.

After finishing a greasy meal, Mao Fei swallowed and took a picture and posted it on Moments: I am the happiest and happiest!

It’s not good to eat, he devours it, and the lemon chicken surpasses the status of the garlic shrimp. He finally knows that the ecstasy expressions of those eating and broadcasting bloggers are not necessarily fake, it may be that the real wife is too good have eaten.

After eating, even though Zhuang Zhou was staring at him, he still supported himself by eating, hiccupping his belly, and wanted to wash the dishes, but Zhuang Zhou didn't let him, so he lay on Zhuang Zhou's back and continued to be a in the way.

Neither cat was as clingy as him.

Zhuang Zhou asked, "Aren't you going to try on the clothes?"

Mao Fei lazily said: "After a while, otherwise the girdle will not be fastened."

Zhuang Zhou chuckled, thought for a while, and arranged a task for him: "Go and open a bag of chicken breast for the two little ones, I'm probably hungry."

"I don't want to go," Mao Fei rubbed against him, "I can't live without you, it's grown on you."

"Really?" Zhuang Zhou was in a good mood, and then ruined the atmosphere, "Are you in trouble?"

Mao Fei: "...I suddenly remembered a terrible story."

Thinking about the story again.

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "Who are you thinking about this time?"

"No, I listened to our biology teacher when I was still in elementary school---it was not called biology class at that time, it was called nature class. Listening to what our nature teacher said, I was scared for a long time, and I still remember it."

"Tell me, maybe I've heard it too?"

Mao Fei hugged Zhuang Zhou's waist, his hands were dishonest, he got in between the buttons of his home clothes and fumbled, and said lustfully, "The white-faced wolf is still called the white-eyed wolf. Anyway, it is a wolf that can stand up and walk. It specializes in following people who wander outside late at night, it will put its claws on your shoulders, and when you turn around, it will open its mouth to bite your neck, if you don't look back, it's useless, and you can't run away from it."

"I've heard it before." Zhuang Zhou turned off the tap and dried his hands. "Many folklore has this story."

Mao Fei straightened up as he turned around, a little timid: "I'm super afraid of these folk ghosts, weirdness, etc., which are much scarier than bloody horrors. I can't think about it carefully. The more I think about it, the greater the stamina."

Zhuang Zhou laughed: "Isn't there one here, pervert, have you touched me enough with its paws?"

Can't help but say, Mao Fei shamelessly said: "No, I still need to touch it."

After finishing speaking, he got into a mess with Zhuang Zhou, swapped identities, the one who should be the pervert became the one who couldn't escape, his neck was licked and bitten until there were successive layers of excitement.

Huadan and Xiaosheng didn't eat chicken breasts, and Mao Fei didn't try on Hanfu, but the bright red embroidered apron wrapped around Mao Fei's slightly bulging stomach after the home clothes floated to the ground.

A thin black rope is wrapped around the neck, and a thin black rope is wrapped around the slender waist. Mao Fei is pressed under the soft bed quilt and the corners of his eyes are dizzy. To grind people.

"The bellyband looks better than the bunny girl," Zhuang Zhou murmured in a sexy and hoarse voice, "it really looks like a little lady."

The little lady's eyelashes were trembling, with tears in her eyes, she was indulging in this tender and endless love affair without knowing the day and night.

For two days on the weekend, Xingzhui Amano changed its name to the prostitution nest, and the two lived happily like gods.

The only regret is that Mao Fei still couldn't meet his little Brother Pei.

When returning home after the resident singing on Sunday night, Mao Fei wondered, "Is your brother gone?"

"He didn't tell me, I don't know if he left or not."

"It's been a week... Didn't he leave early? Leave a little brother Pei who can't get out of bed alone at home? Could he have a fever? Could he be sick?"

Zhuang Zhou reassured him not to worry, took out his mobile phone and called Zhuang Mu, but no one answered, and just after hanging up, he received a WeChat message.

Zhuang Mu:?

Zhuang Zhou: Gone?

Zhuang Mu: I just left yesterday.

Mao Fei was relieved after seeing it, and secretly clicked his tongue, indulged in a week, this is, whether he can see the hollowed-out Boss Pei next Tuesday is a question.