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Mao Fei fell asleep with the kitten snoring.

Wearing Zhuang Zhou's clothes, hugging Zhuang Zhou's pillow, sleeping on the side where Zhuang Zhou usually sleeps, the mess in the dream is full of sad things.

The windows were not closed, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were blown up by the wet night wind, Hua Dan and Xiaosheng curled up tightly against Mao Fei's body.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was a sneeze from a cold in the room.

Mao Fei shrinks back into the bed, rubbing the tip of his nose against the pillow, and then hears his stomach rumbling.

He hadn't eaten dinner yet. When the video came over, he had just finished painting "Flying Gull". Zhuang Zhou asked, "Baby, have you eaten yet?"

Mao Fei had no appetite, so he lied to him: "I have eaten it, I turned my grief and anger into appetite, and cooked twenty wontons in one go."

Both of them were on the balcony in the background, and Zhuang Zhou coaxed him: "Go and mix a cup of yogurt and nuts to digest food."

Mao Fei didn't go, he said pitifully that he missed him, that he missed him, that he wanted to be hugged and kissed.

Zhuang Zhou was so distressed that he couldn't help it: "I'll go back tomorrow afternoon. Your Teacher Song will be in Xiaofudu tomorrow morning. We'll go to school to hand over work on Monday, and you won't have to call me Teacher Zhuang anymore."

"Who said it, I still have to be called, don't you teach me to take the postgraduate entrance examination by hand?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled: "Call, call, call, I listen to you."

"Then... Teacher Zhuang, I have another little peach blossom, do you want to see it?"

Zhuang Zhou saw "Flying Gull", and he praised: "Our sixteen paintings are the masterpiece of the shop."

Mao Fei realized that he had also tasted the effect of the aphrodisiac, scratching his heart and lungs, and only wanted this person with all his heart.

"Brother," he admitted in a low voice, "Actually, I lied to you, I haven't eaten yet, I can't eat, I...I want to sleep."

Zhuang Zhou didn't scold him, and before he could coax him to sleep, Zhuang Mu's figure suddenly appeared in the background: "Hi! Kid---"

The video was cut off, fortunately it was cut off, otherwise Mao Fei would have yelled at him as an asshole across the screen!

Later, Zhuang Zhou sent him a message: If you miss me, call me, no matter what happens, call me.

Xiaosheng also woke up, jumped out of bed after Mao Fei, jumped on the dining table and sat upright, curiously watching his little master boil wontons in the middle of the night.

Mao Fei clutched his hungry stomach and did what he said twenty times.

He looked at the tumbling wontons, and remembered the day when he and Zhuang Zhou established a relationship, the two argued in the carriage.

"Teaching you how to cook should also be on the agenda. When I'm not at home, you can at least feed yourself."

"I can order takeout."

"In the middle of the night and the snowstorm, there is no takeaway."

"It's snowing in the middle of the night, why aren't you at home?"

At that time, Mao Fei saw that he was stopped, so he hooked his fingers and said coquettishly: "Don't stay at home."

But now, Mao Fei is listening to the wind and rain outside the window, and his Zhuang Zhou is not at home.

miss him.

Mao Fei went to the balcony to cut a handful of chives that he carefully raised, cut them into fine pieces and sprinkled them in the hot soup bowl. He brought them to the dining table and looked around for his phone to take a picture. The wonton skin was soft and white. The whole room is full of fragrance.

After looking for the mobile phone for a long time, I found it under Huadan's belly. Mao Fei scolded it: "It's hard to find me!"

He picked up Meow's struggling Huadan with one hand, and turned on the screen with the other. As he walked towards the restaurant, he wondered whether the online discussion about the engagement of Prince Chichao was still in full swing.

Suddenly, Mao Fei stood still in place.

Huadan escaped from his arms, flicking her fluffy tail, and went to have fun with Xiaosheng.

In Wannian's text message that only had a verification code, Mao Fei saw a new message from an unfamiliar number ---

Mao Fei, meet at noon tomorrow?

The signature is: Jiang Yimian.

The aroma of wontons floated on the tip of his nose, but Mao Fei smelled the spiciness of ginger.

What do you mean?

If you want to take Zhuang Zhou's phone number, if you don't look for Zhuang Zhou, what are you doing looking for him, the incumbent?

Where did you get his phone number from?

Mao Fei paced around the dining table slowly, pulled out the chair and sat down, and first scooped up a mouthful of hot soup with a spoon to warm his stomach.

Chichao's official media released the good news tonight, at eight o'clock last night to be precise, and then Jiang Yimian sent a text message at ten o'clock in the evening.

Mao Fei frowned, and felt a strong sense of diaphragm in his heart. The timing was too good and subtle. It can be seen that he has been waiting for the opportunity to act. Now, the timing is just right.

He took a bite of the wonton, it was tender and juicy, no matter how tangled his mind was, he couldn't match the satisfaction of this mouthful. He went to the refrigerator and picked up two chopsticks of crispy radish and put it in a small plate. This is his new favorite that he just became addicted to recently.

The chandelier above the head shines warm light, and it also illuminates Mao Fei's eyes concentrating on thinking.

Regardless of how the guy surnamed Jiang got his cell phone number, maybe he just searched the Internet and found his resume from Haitou when he was looking for a part-time job.

He is transposing ginger.

Mao Fei thought, if I were Jiang Yimian, what would I do?

Zhuang Zhou's elder brother will hold an engagement banquet at noon tomorrow, and Zhuang Zhou will definitely attend, so there are two possibilities.

Situation [-], Zhuang Zhou brought Mao Fei out.

Under this possibility, if I send this message to Mao Fei, not only will I not be able to get a date, but Zhuang Zhou will also know about it.After the engagement banquet was over and the two returned to Yunning from Fudu, Zhuang Zhou was destined to take the initiative to contact me.

In the second case, Zhuang Zhou attended alone, while Mao Fei was still in Yun Ning.

This is the best way, if Mao Fei agrees to the appointment, then get rid of him and let him leave Zhuang Zhou voluntarily. If Mao Fei does not agree to the appointment, but waits for Zhuang Zhou to come back and then complains, the ending will be the same as the final direction of situation [-].

After the transposition was over, Mao Fei was really angry!

"Damn! It's too beautiful to think about!"

Mao Fei picked up the bowl and drank up the soup base, wiped his mouth, and his heart was terribly blocked.

One after another, why are all the things swarming out to sting people?

214 was framed by the group and failed, Zhuang Qiang was lonely and hard to say, and he was already a well-known thief and pickpocket on the school net.

Little brother Pei doesn't need to say any more, tears won't listen to him when he talks about it.

And Sheng Jiang, the predecessor who didn't know how many hands he had hidden, jumped out suddenly to find his presence, as if he was afraid that it would not be lively enough.

Further on.

Went to the present, was tricked, made trouble in the police station, and was almost extorted 6 yuan, but at least Ran Qing was enlightened, Xiao Xiao was brave, and they achieved a happy ending of mutual love.

Then go to MOMO to play, get played by Jiang, and give him accompaniment!

Mao Fei got angry and didn't dare to be cruel to the beautiful and delicate soup bowl. After washing it and putting it in the drying box, he ran to chase Huadan and Xiaosheng, and the two cats ran around the room in fright. Unfortunately, he was still caught by the furious Mao Fei.

Fishing for one in each hand, Mao Fei buried his face in the fluff and murmured to himself, "Peanut, I might be beaten, I decided not to tell your father..."

At four o'clock in the morning, Mao Fei closed the window, leaving a small night light behind.

He huddled under the quilt and hugged Zhuang Zhou's pillow tightly to read Zhuang Zhou's instructions: No matter what happens, call me.

"You will be punished for resisting the decree..." Mao Fei said in a condescending tone, "Will you lose your temper with me?"

He didn't think he was afraid of writing a self-criticism or being beaten, but he was afraid that Zhuang Zhou would really lose his temper with him.

Why are you afraid?

Just like people are afraid of ghosts, why?

Because I haven't seen it.

Mao Fei tried his best to imagine how Zhuang Zhou was angry with him. The most serious time in the past was when he was drenched in heavy rain, and Zhuang Zhou scolded him "ah".

Mao Fei buried his face in the pillow, his heart was flooded, how could his Zhuang Zhou be so gentle and kind.

No matter what method Jiang uses to threaten him tomorrow, he will not back down a bit!

Be imposing, just like when you fell down the microphone and yelled "Don't even think about it!"

Mao Fei was secretly encouraging himself, but the peanut cat jumped onto the big bed to seek revenge, and the galloping pony ran from one side to the other, trampling Mao Fei firmly.

Moaning, Mao Fei covered his soft waist and turned over, laying on the pillow and sending Jiang Yimian a message: time and place.

I didn't expect to be answered in seconds: Eleven o'clock, Fairy Road Cat Cafe.

Mao Fei's diaphragm is as strong as the storm at this time, what is this for?Could it be that he came to meet with a pair of sharp scissors in his arms?At that time, if there is a disagreement, will the blood be splashed on the spot, and threaten him with catching the cat and cutting the tail?

Mao Fei was so angry that he wished he had a pair of scissors in his pocket. He replied: Change to another place!

I changed the exclamation point to a full stop, and deleted the full stop again, and only sent the four bare words.

Mao Fei thought to himself, this is a tactic, lest the punctuation reveal his anger at this time, isn't that just in his way?

Just thinking about it, a text message came: Fairy Road Cafe, is it okay?

Mao Feihui: Yes.

Huadan and Xiaosheng stopped, and after revenge, they continued to cling to others, forming a hairball next to Mao Fei.

The phone didn't turn on again, and Mao Fei gradually fell asleep in his wild thoughts, maybe it was because he was lying on his stomach. In the dream, he fell into the pond. Holding Zhuang Zhou's hand, kissing him, hugging him, and starting to lift up the hem of his clothes...

Mao Fei woke up with a start, and beads of sweat formed on the tip of his nose.

He tilted his head and gasped in shock, panting for a while before leaning back, staring at the ceiling and weeping.

Scared him to death, scared him to death! !

He stretched out his numb arms from under the bed, and stroked the peanut cat, gradually regaining his sense of security.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, Mao Fei fumbled for his phone, it was eight o'clock.

He sent a message to Zhuang Zhou: brother, I have a nightmare.

Psychological effect, Mao Fei felt that Zhuang Zhou returned faster than seconds: Don't be afraid, dreams are all reversed, I will help you explain.

Feifei: I don't want you to explain. I want to ask you a question.

Zhuang Zhou called directly: "Bao, did you just wake up? Wake up and have something to eat."

Mao Fei said greedily, "Call me again."

"Baby, cute baby," is a favorite word, and the people who called it and listened to it all laughed, "Silly baby, silly baby."

Mao Fei muttered: "I miss you so much, you'll be back in the afternoon, right?"

"Well," Zhuang Zhou replied, "I'll be home around two or three o'clock."

"I...I ate it. I woke up hungry last night. It was around three o'clock. I got up and cooked wontons. It was delicious."

"Okay, if you're sleepy, go back to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll see me back."

Mao Fei closed his eyes and asked him: "Zhuang, I just said that I want to ask you a question... Let me ask you, if I do something that you cannot forgive, will you forgive me?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly: "You can't forgive me after you have said it all."

"So will you still forgive me?"

"Well... specific situation, specific analysis."

"After that analysis, will you still forgive me?"

Zhuang Zhou became suspicious: "Feifei, what happened?"

"...No, it's just a nightmare." Mao Fei felt guilty, and at the same time confirmed that Jiang Yimian really didn't go to Zhuang Zhou.

He urged again, insisting on asking the result: "So will you forgive me?"

Zhuang Zhou said softly, "Then you have to ask me a few more times."

"I beg you a few more times, and you'll forgive me, won't you?"

"Ah."

Mao Fei's heart was so soft that the tears from being frightened by the dream moistened the corners of his eyes because of being moved.

Now, he thought, he really had nothing to fear.