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When I came out of Ginza, it was already dark, and the neon lights on the long street were bustling.

On the ring finger of Zhuang Zhou's left hand, a new diamond-studded ring was added, which was as shining as the one that hung around Mao Fei's neck with a thin chain.

Mao Fei's face seemed to be boiling. He was so excited that his eyes were watery.

"Woo... Zhuang Zhou," Mao Fei squeezed onto Zhuang Zhou, "what should I do?"

Zhuang Zhou was very satisfied, and he was complacent. He coaxed, "What's the matter?"

"I love you so much, I...I can't live without you."

"How wonderful, I can't ask for more."

Mao Fei bit his lip, then rubbed his face against Zhuang Zhou's shoulder, holding back his tears, and said in a muffled voice, "I...what kind of luck did I hit! I want to bring you home, I want to let you My mother also looks at you."

Zhuang Zhou stopped when he heard this, and took out a small packet of tissue to wipe his face: "Before we go far, do you want to go back and buy some jewelry for your mother? Do you know what she likes?"

They stood in the greenery between Ginza and the above-ground parking lot, and there were sporadic people passing by, watching Mao Fei sniffling and wringing their noses curiously.

Mao Fei shook his head and said in a buzzing voice: "She's going to be terrified, didn't she tell you that my mother is a kindergarten teacher and deals with little Mao Maos all day long, if you give her a few fairy tale books she hasn't read, she will It will be very happy, and you can use it to coax the children when you turn around."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lightly, held Mao Fei's face and said seriously: "Feifei, it was my luck that I met you."

The cold temperature of the ring was pressed against his cheek, Mao Fei was looked at affectionately, and the whole person fell into the tender eyes.

Mao Fei burst into tears again and scolded him: "You are so annoying, you still provoke me outside."

Zhuang Zhou was so comfortable being scolded, he waited for him to wipe his tears and nose: "When you return to Xiaofudu, remember to tell me in advance."

"Well, yes, I will help you choose a meeting ceremony."

"Okay, listen to you."

He was also crying, and he was also happy. Mao Fei stuck to Zhuang Zhou's arm and asked with a red nose, "Go home?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at his watch, 07:30, still early: "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit."

"Then bear with it, do you want to go to Sixteen Paintings to have a look?"

Of course I want to!

Sixteen Paintings is located on Xiannv Road, a commercial street with heavy traffic, and it took Porsche half a circle to find a parking space.

Mao Fei glanced along the road, but he didn't see the sixteen paintings. He saw the milk tea shop first, and his mouth watered immediately.

The advantage of ordering with your boyfriend is that you can enjoy two flavors of milk tea at the same time. Mao Fei used a long spoon to dig out ice cream milk balls. There were many people coming and going, so he was embarrassed to feed them to Zhuang Zhou. He sighed with a mouth full of sweetness: "Quick It's been two months, after the first time, I haven't done Zumba for almost two months."

I don't like to go to the gym at home, I only go to the gym two or three times, and I get hot every time, it's just a beautiful woman who can't see sweat.

With a smile on his face, Zhuang Zhou listened to his sweet baby asking, "Zhuang, have I gained weight? Are you heavier than before?"

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "It feels better."

After finishing speaking, he added: "The taste is also better."

Mao Fei couldn't help being ashamed, but he was also secretly proud. After a few moments of darkness, he blatantly grinned and cursed: "You are so annoying tonight!"

The road is long for flirting, and when I looked up, I saw the posters of Sixteen Paintings Dessert House.

Zhan Yao is a strong woman, standing on a pair of pointed high-heeled shoes among the materials on the floor, wearing a hard hat on her head, and supervising a room full of decorators.

There was a lot of dust in the room, Mao Fei covered the lid of the milk tea and fastened the packaging bag tightly, unexpectedly Zhan Yao would be there, just in time to reward her with Zhuang Zhou's unopened cup of milk tea later.

Zhuang Zhou told her: "Beware of spraining your feet."

Zhan Yao was surprised and said, "You are here."

Then he bowed his lips and greeted Mao Fei: "Hi!"

Mao Fei looked around curiously. It was messy and nothing was there yet, but he just thought of it as beautiful as a castle in the future.

He smiled at Zhan Yao: "You have worked hard."

"It's not hard, I just finished eating sushi on the opposite side." Zhan Yao walked to the small table and took out the ipad and presented it to the two, "Two masters sent me work this afternoon, they are teachers from West Point School, Not bad, it matches the drawing very well.”

This is the first step in Zhan Yao's search for a pastry chef -- audition, first of all, he can copy the appearance, and the next step is to select the taste.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou would ask Mao Fei to watch together whenever a work was sent, but no matter how many of Mao Fei’s imaginary paintings had been materialized, he was still full of joy. The picture, perhaps because the filter is not turned on, the effect is slightly lower than expected.

But Mao Fei didn't mind, he happily said in words that only the two of them could understand: "Another one!"

Another little peach blossom.

Zhan Yao: "Huh?"

Zhuang Zhou took him into his arms, looked at his pink face, and said with a smile: "Well, there will be another room."

There will also be a room full of little peach blossoms.

Zhan Yao reasonably suspected that these [-]% were some kind of intimate love words. Although she couldn't figure it out, it didn't prevent her from being turned into a lemon by the bright ring. She said sincerely: "Will I be able to eat wedding candy on the opening day?"

The wedding candy does have to wait, but it doesn't matter, Mao Fei didn't wait for Zhuang Zhou to express his opinion, and ran to hold the milk tea and handed it to Zhan Yao: "Tea instead of wine, let me treat you to the wedding bar first!"

The renovation ended at eight o'clock in the evening, and the master called it a day. Zhan Yao was in a hurry to go home. Ever since she served Huadan and Xiaosheng, she was honored to be a new cat slave. After Yun Ning rented a house, she immediately became a shit shovel officer.

"Would you like to go to my house to see Song Rener?"

Song Ren'er is a cream-colored light yellow-orange cat who has already dominated Zhan Yao's circle of friends.

Zhuang Zhou hesitated for a moment, then looked at Mao Fei with a chuckle, "Next time, I heard his stomach growling, and we haven't had dinner yet."

Mao Fei muttered "no" embarrassingly. The thief lost face, and when he finished speaking, his stomach immediately growled.

Zhan Yao was amused, she stepped on high heels and was about the same height as Mao Fei, she purposely said, "Feifei, you are the cutest boy I have ever seen, may I tell you a secret?"

Who doesn't like to hear secrets?

Zhan Yao said: "The boss once raised two Hainan starlings, they are very smart and learn the tongue very quickly."

Mao Fei said "ah": "Let me guess, they have learned to be called 'Huadan Xiaosheng', and also learned to meow, right?"

"More than that," Zhan Yao glanced at Zhuang Zhou, seeing that he didn't seem to want to stop him, so he said mysteriously, "They learned to sing a song."

"A song?" Mao Fei turned to ask Zhuang Zhou, "What song do you like so much? Did you sing too much, or did you teach them on purpose?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't know how to answer, so he prevaricated: "Singing too much, maybe."

"What the hell is that song? Have I heard it?"

Zhuang Zhou had no choice but to continue talking nonsense, "I heard it." Then he started to sing, "I have been away from home for more than ten years, I got off the train today---"

"Stop it!" Mao Fei went crazy, he didn't want to be brainwashed again at all, his curiosity collapsed all over the board, "I know it, really, I can learn it if I'm a starling!"

Zhan Yao smirked sullenly as he sipped Heycha, which used tea instead of wine, she thought, really satisfied.

After parting in the parking lot, the Porsche drove to the ground.

Mao Fei clutched his rumbling stomach and asked, "Zhuang."

Zhuang Zhou understood: "What do you want to eat?"

"I have to do my homework when I get home, and I don't want to go home." Mao Fei tilted his head to procrastinate, "Let's eat outside, okay?"

"Okay." Zhuang Zhou waited for the red light to rua him, "Where do you want to go?"

"Just... go to the red tent on the river beach to have a barbecue, how about it?"

In the fine weather in early summer, the crayfish were on the market early in the morning, and the food stalls on the river beach were almost full. Not to mention inside the red tent, there were almost no places for those who were blowing the wind in the open air.

The two sat on the far side, with plastic stools, a square folding table, and a transparent tablecloth of poor quality.

Mao Fei likes the unrestrained feeling of rolling up his sleeves. He hooked the menu with a pencil on the top, and hooked Zhuang Zhou with his toe on the bottom. He said regretfully, "You can't drink while driving, otherwise we can have a drink."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly: "Give me a cup."

Mao Fei didn't understand all of a sudden: "Pay?"

Then his eyes flashed, and the brilliance from the diamond instantly made him understand.

The tip of his toes seemed to turn into his tail, rubbing wildly back and forth on Zhuang Zhou's calf: "Go back, open a bottle of 82-year-old red wine, and I'll give it to you!"

Zhuang Zhou's eyes were full of connivance and pampering, which made Mao Fei look a little crazy.

He is actually very familiar with this kind of look, but every time he feels so moved.

As soon as my heart is moved, I want to be pampered, rubbed, loved, and give myself all.

Mao Fei lowered his head and continued to check the menu. He didn't pay attention to it. He first ticked a roasted sheep's egg, followed by a roasted bullwhip.

He was thinking about other things, he wanted to have a cup, and he wanted to have a fellowship after the cup, and during the blending, he could still have this kind of friendship, and he could also have that kind of friendship.

Mao Fei shrunk his buttocks. To be honest, he was actually quite afraid that one day he would be exhausted because of being too slutty and greedy.

Pass the menu and pencil to the opposite side.

Zhuang Zhou browsed with his head down, and added a golden steamed bun with cheese. Mao Fei fed him last time, and he never forgot.

"Feifei," Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to beckon the apron girl, and sighed with a smile, "Do you think the leeks are not enough?"

It wasn't until the two plates of baked eggs and whip that Mao Fei had never seen before were served, and when he picked them up with chopsticks and looked at them, wondering what they were and stuffing them into his mouth, that Zhuang Zhou told him calmly: " What to eat to make up for."

The sheep's egg was on his lips, Mao Fei took it away after hearing it, and looked at it again: "Isn't this brain roasting?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled tremblingly at the table and asked, "What do you think about when ordering?"

Mao Fei didn't know why, so he hesitated and said, "...I miss you."

Zhuang Zhou loved him so much that he sighed.

"If it weren't for the fear that you would ignore people after eating, I really want to—"

"Why are you hesitant to talk, what do you really want to do?"

Zhuang Zhou saw that he had a tendency to blow up his hair, and said with a smile: "I really want to see your expression after eating it. You must have chewed and said to me, 'Zhuang, why are you so weird?'"

Mao Fei immediately put down his chopsticks: "What the hell is this!"

"Sheep eggs."

"...Sheep eggs?!"

Zhuang Zhou saw how funny he was with his eyes wide open, and he was so thankful that he intercepted him halfway and saved an oolong farce.

At the end of a barbecue meal, the river breeze blows, blowing a faint smell of cigarettes.

The food stalls are noisy and lively, and there are always people smoking.

Mao Fei belched cumin and recalled: "Do you remember the first time we met? I waited for you to come out of the shower. I was so scared that I lit a cigarette."

"Remember." On weekdays, Zhuang Zhou was wearing a suit and shirt. The suit and tie were left in the Porsche one step earlier. At this time, the shirt was unbuttoned and his collarbone was exposed. "I gave you a bite, and you choked to tears."

Mao Fei waved his hand indiscriminately: "Don't mention it! I just want to say, it seems that it was just that one time, and I never saw you smoking again after that. Did you deliberately carry me behind your back?"

"No, I seldom smoked. I would only order one when I was tired or in a bad mood."

Mao Fei became proud: "Then you and I have never smoked together, which means you are happy."

"Well, when I said that I was dreaming and waking up with a smile, was it a lie?"

After eating and drinking, and talking sweetly, Mao Fei didn't want to go home to do his homework and wanted to cling to others. His toes turned into flattering tools again: "Zhuang, shall we walk across the river bridge? Just treat it as a way to digest food."

Zhuang Zhou saw through him: "When I go home, I close my study and do my homework."

Mao Fei promised: "Guan Guanguan, I will definitely not cheat this time."