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Ran Qing slowly woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes, and saw the unfamiliar furniture in the room.

The sky was bright, and there were crisp birdsong outside the window. This sleep was heavy and exhausting. He was in a trance lazily, while looking at the veil blown by the wind, he slowly retrieved his chaotic memories.

After a while, Ran Qing's eyes became terrified.

Clear, stage, microphone.

Confession, forced kiss, mandarin duck bath.

Ran Qing closed her eyes tightly, avoiding all the foolishness he made when he was drunk and crazy.

The embrace behind him moved slightly, and the arm wrapped around his waist was gently raised. Ran Qing hurriedly pretended to be asleep, then his forehead was probed, and then, the sky was blocked, the shadows approached, and a soft spot was printed on the corners of his eyes and brows. kisses.

Ran Qing couldn't pretend anymore.

He thought of being squeezed in a corner, and the phrase "I want you, I want you more and harder than Xia Xiaoxiao in the novel".

I also remembered that Ran Qing quietly scratched the quilt, and remembered that he said "I have liked you for a long time".

The shadow didn't leave, not only didn't leave, but also let out a short nasal laugh, his voice was a little hoarse just after waking up, Xia Xiaoxiao called him: "Stop pretending, your eyelashes are trembling like something."

Ran Qing was ashamed, pretended to be dead for a moment, then leaned into the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Get out."

Xia Xiaoxiao held his shoulders and pressed him down, making him unable to hide or hide, he asked: "Ran Qing, are you not broken?"

Ran Qing deeply felt that this position was not very good, he lowered his eyes and said nonsense: "It's broken, and you have lost your memory, who are you?"

The light in Xia Xiaoxiao's eyes was like the sunshine on the bay window through broken leaves, and he pressed against his forehead: "I like you, and Xia Xiaoxiao you like."

Outside the room, the little masters were parkouring, and the thunderbolt was so lively.

Mao Fei huddled beside Zhuang Zhou with flour in both hands. He looked back at Xiaosheng and Huadan, wondering, "I have a question a long time ago. Didn't cats come and go quietly, so they are good hunters?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Zhou was chopping dried plums and preparing to make pork with preserved vegetables. He guessed Mao Fei's next words and said with a smile, "You want to ask, why are they making such a big noise?"

Mao Fei let out a "huh" and said sincerely in confusion: "The two of them are simply two galloping ponies."

Tired of galloping, the pony ran to the window sill in front of the sink to watch the wind, his pupils shrunk into thin lines, and he howled while watching.

Mao Fei asked the two of them: "What is it? What is it called? Did you see the bird again?"

Zhuang Zhou put the plate into the steamer, wiped his hands again, laughed and said, "You are suing me."

"Complaint?"

"Sue you for speaking ill of them."

Mao Fei had never seen such a naive Zhuang Zhou, he stared at him strangely, and he saw him close to him, hugging his chest against his back.

Zhuang Zhou kissed the thin skin behind his ear: "If you speak ill, you will be punished."

Mao Fei pushed his butt against him, and muttered duplicity: "Get up, knead the dough."

To make Wowotou, golden cornmeal, just him, after seeing people singing on the street that day, he swore on a whim, and made Zhuang Zhou so excited that only making Wowotou could vent his overwhelming love.

Zhuang Zhou kissed all the way from ear to cheek, to lips, coaxing him: "A fine kiss, quick."

Mao Fei obediently pecked at him: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he continued to knead the dough until it became a smooth ball, and then closed the lid to wake up for a while. Mao Fei dragged Zhuang Zhou to move with difficulty, and went to wash his hands. He said with great effort, "Zhuang."

Zhuang Zhou said "Mmm" and didn't let go, wanting to spoil his nonsense, he asked, "Does the butt still hurt?"

Last night, Mao Fei directed and performed a wedding proposal feast. After saying "I love you", his heart was full of emotion, and he buried his tears in Zhuang Zhou's neck, and asked him in a buzzing voice, "Do you love me?"

Zhuang Zhou was about to strangle him, he said in a hoarse voice, "Love."

They made an uncontrollable love, trembling, moaning, loving words, gasping lips saying "I love you" one after another.

Later, Mao Fei lost his soul and collapsed into a puddle of spring water that melted into the soft bed quilt. His eyes were innocent and charming, and when he was being watered tightly by his buttocks, his straight legs couldn't help being weak Struggling, he grunted in pain with a spring tide on his face.

In the end, the fall at Starbucks could not be hidden.

Afterwards, Mao Fei felt aggrieved: "I don't care if I think about it, it doesn't hurt if you hit it... It's not because your hand is so strong..."

So Yunnan Baiyao appeared again.

Huadan and Xiaosheng also called out the window, calling them woodpecker cats.

Mao Fei stretched out his hand to stroke their tails, and then turned around and hugged Zhuang Zhou's waist when he was done.

He raised his face and exuded cute charm: "Kissing the mouth won't hurt."

As soon as Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao came out, they saw such an exciting scene. The two were still wearing bathrobes, standing in the living room like two light bulbs, bright white.

Hua Dan was caught by the two light bulbs first, she was timid, and ran away first, and there was a "boom" when she jumped off the glass platform.

Mao Fei opened his eyes tremblingly. He was kissed passionately, and his eyes were full of thick love.

Then I glanced out of the corner of the eye, and was also flashed by two light bulbs. Immediately frightened and ashamed, I asked at the top of my voice, "Ah! You two are peeping!!"

At the dining table, Ran Qing and Xiao Xiao were sitting on one side, facing Mao Fei, making cornbread.

After changing out of the bathrobe, Xia Xiaoxiao went to the balcony to collect the clothes. During the period, he was full of admiration for the flourishing and splendid flower stand, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to play with the mimosa, but Mao Fei happened to see it, so he was yelled again, "You stop!!".

He is really the master of the house, with a big temper.

Zhuang Zhou served Ran Qing a glass of warm milk while making side dishes: "Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable?"

Ran Qing hurriedly shook her head: "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, I don't feel bad anymore."

Mao Fei showed off: "Mr. Zhuang cooked millet porridge for us specially. I really, brother Ran Qing, I really didn't expect you to drink so badly, worse than me."

Ran Qing really wanted to blame the cocktail he made for Pei Li, but he didn't dare, because he was afraid of being yelled at, so he picked on irrelevant points and said: "When I was sick at home, my mother would cook porridge for me. Drink, what she cooks is not millet porridge, but ginger porridge, the ginger is shredded and cooked with rice...to make...porridge..."

At the right time, Xia Xiaoxiao asked Mao Fei at the end of the hesitant words: "What's wrong with you?"

Mao Fei had a grim expression on his face, he squeezed the steamed bun in his hand as if it was something, and said angrily, "Ginger porridge!"

The two were confused.

Zhuang Zhou looked back at him with a wry smile and said, "It's purely a coincidence."

Mao Fei was still angry: "I even have a CP name!"

Ran Qing said cautiously: "Did I step on some kind of thunder?"

"I have two good friends who are studying abroad. They both upload a cooking video every week. They love each other. I am responsible for moving the video from the external network to our domestic bullet screen."

Xia Xiaoxiao said "hmm": "And then?"

"Then, one of them is called Chen Qi, and the other is called Su Chengyin, so the CP name I gave them is Navel Orange Couple."

Ran Qing: "...Did I really step on the thunder?"

Xia Xiaoxiao suddenly realized: "Is it the one last night, the one where you threw the microphone at him?"

Ran Qing: "...What? Dropped the microphone?"

Mao Fei answered his questions and said, "Last night, you took a break from cooking. I didn't see it. I got angry at Mr. Zhuang's predecessor. The predecessor's surname is Jiang."

Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao: "...!!!"

Mao Fei poked a deep hole in the last bun, and said, "I'm so angry!"

The lunch was hearty, with whole grains as the staple food, and a table with side dishes. The four of them were all men with big appetites, and they were all swept away.

After the meal, Xia Xiaoxiao volunteered to wash the dishes, but Zhuang Zhou didn't treat him politely. He had to take care of the two little masters when he was full.

Ran Qing followed Mao Fei to visit the study room. He shook his head and sighed at the "full boat full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy" hanging on the wall: "No, you are really extraordinary."

Mao Fei was happy, and patted him too: "You are not bad, if you run with your front foot, you will come out of the closet with your back foot."

Sighing again, I don't know if it's gloating: "Oh! Troubled Zhuang Qiang, what can I do with this single steel seedling!"

After skipping class all morning, Zhuang Zhou sent the three students back to school without any discussion in the afternoon.

Mao Fei leaned against the driver's window, looking clingy as if two hours away would kill him: "You just write the summary in the office, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"Well, I'll just write the summary in the office." Zhuang Zhou understood what he was worried about, "If he calls me, I will tell you."

"Then will you take me with you?"

"Do you want to go?"

Mao Fei pouted his lips, wondering: "I kind of think about it, I want to slap him, but I also don't want to, I think you can handle it well."

Zhuang Zhou was amused by the phrase "呲儿他", and poked his fingertips on the edge of the glass: "Go, after class is over, let's go buy a ring."

Unexpectedly, no one in the class who skipped class could be Zhuang Qiang who skipped class.

They went back to 214 to pick up books just now, and the room was a bit messy. As the deputy committee member of life, the always fussy Deputy Commissioner Zhuang has high demands on himself in daily life, and logically he would not tolerate his bed being in a mess.

Xia Xiaoxiao guessed: "Last time it was so strange that the dormitory was spit into a river. Did we miss something this time?"

Ran Qing shrugged: "Ask 215 after class."

After the two-hour class, Mao Fei acted alone, had to hold the books, and had homework to do tonight.

Zhuang Zhou was not in the office or in the car. Mao Fei stood next to the Porsche and sent a message: My boyfriend is gone!

Brother: In the supermarket, come right away.

Feifei: Why did you go?

Brother: You gave the last toffee to Ran Qing.

Mao Fei was having fun with his mobile phone, it turned out he was shopping for snacks.

ah!Really, the feeling of being pampered is so fascinating!

The lights of the Porsche flashed, Mao Fei opened the door first and got in, and then came a big bag of snacks and drinks.

The "I like you so much" that I used to say in the past has changed since last night. Mao Fei poured out his joy while unpacking Wangzai's milk: "Zhuang, I love you so much."

Zhuang Zhou's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he was so impressed that he couldn't find an adjective.

Porsche followed the navigation and drove to Yunning Ginza, where luxury brands gather.

Mao Fei looked at the word "Ginza" and trembled: "Actually, we can change the place, I don't think it should be so grand."

"If you're going to eat, drink, and have fun, I can listen to you," Zhuang Zhou said softly, "I'll listen to this."

"I...but I..." Mao Fei touched his fingers, and then touched the dimple between his collarbones, and said worriedly, "I have all hands and feet, what should I do if I lose them, I will definitely put the star Chuitianye was crying."

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight and asked him, "Would you like to put it away first, or wear it around your neck?"

Mao Fei didn't hesitate: "Wear it! Just wear it around your neck. It's safe to wear around your neck. Find me a stronger chain."

After finishing speaking, he was stunned again, and stammered: "The chain... just use hemp rope?"

Zhuang Zhou swore that no one could be more likable than his precious lump.

Ginza is simple and luxurious. Mao Fei has been studying in Yunning for nearly three years and has seen countless Ginza promotions.

He was held by Zhuang Zhou, and he didn't care if someone looked sideways, and he didn't let go.

Mao Fei was determined not to show timidity, and he was generous on the surface, but he was almost blinded by the price tag on the inside.

After visiting three or four brands in a row, Mao Feijing whispered to Zhuang Zhou: "After reading too much, I found that they are all similar."

"Is there anyone you like?"

"...Yes, yes, but..."

Zhuang Zhou knew his concern at a glance: "Is it because you love money?"

Mao Fei nodded: "Although, it is really expensive. I suddenly feel that I can't afford it..."

Zhuang Zhou was not in a hurry, and led him to sit on the rest chair: "Tell me the truth first, which one do you like?"

Mao Fei pursed his lips, wondering if he was too petty, but he has been a commoner for 20 years, as ordinary as a grass, he just has never seen the world.

"The first model," Mao Fei said frankly, "the one that costs 300 million pairs."

"300 million," Zhuang Zhou rubbed his palms, "roughly estimated, it's equivalent to one yuan of our current property."

Mao Fei's eyes widened slowly, his head was pounding, he couldn't figure it out, and he asked: "Then, we, no, it's yours, so how much do you have in total? Two yuan?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed out loud, "Guess again."

"Five dollars?"

"Silly baby."

"Ten dollars?"

Zhuang Zhou raised his eyebrows at him.

Mao Fei quit, and came with a big ticket: "50 yuan?"

Zhuang Zhou led him to stand up and walked towards the first brand store: "It's not only 50 yuan, it's not only 60 yuan, you can relax."