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Still made love.

In the big bed in the bedroom, use the most common, face-to-face posture.

Mao Fei was so sad that he wanted to cry the house into the Pacific Ocean, and his swollen mouth was moaning, cursing, and belching, and he was too busy.

Zhuang Zhou did it lightly and slowly, he couldn't pinch his waist or hold his wrists, so he had to hold two white dumplings and serve him wholeheartedly.

The groaning and crying were pleasant to the ear, but the words of cursing were repeated over and over again without any new tricks. The one "bastard" scolded Zhuang Zhou for the rest of his life.

The love affair is gentle, but the mind is turbulent, and the agitation of the mind makes the two greedy for each other.

Mao Fei wrapped his limp arms around Zhuang Zhou's neck and hugged him tightly, and the "bastard" gradually turned into whispers of love, saying distressed, sad, and wanting to turn back time, and even made up stories intermittently.

Returning to Han Fei and meeting again, he sat on the stage holding the microphone and saw his strange and touching eyes, so they walked towards each other, and the first greeting was advanced by three years.

Mao Fei was moved, curled up in his greedy embrace and whimpered, and said affectionately: "Zhuang Zhou, I love you."

Stars scattered across the sky, Huadan and Xiaosheng sat by the window listening to the birds chirping.

Huadan yawned, and Xiaosheng yawned too.

Zhuang Zhou took a warm wet towel to wipe Mao Fei's mess, it was made of water, and the mess was messed up.

He leaned in to kiss the face sunk in the pillow, not to mention bloated, bruised and ugly.

Mao Fei buried his face and refused to let him kiss: "Get up."

Zhuang Zhou's rascal: "I'm sorry."

"I'm still angry! Are you ready to coax me? No! It's endless! Let me tell you, it's not that easy!"

Unable to kiss on the cheek, Zhuang Zhou went to kiss the pink earlobe, and he murmured, "Feifei."

"It's useless! Do you think everything will be fine after the broken mirror is reunited? No way! I want to settle accounts with you!"

Zhuang Zhou really loved him so much that he couldn't help but feel sorry for this injury, otherwise he would still be able to yell here?

After the quilt was tucked in, Zhuang Zhou held the man in his arms and shook him, as if begging for mercy or flattering him.

"I'm going to take a bath, and I'll make meat and bone soup for you to drink. Do you want to put kelp or winter melon?"

What kind of winter melon is put, isn't this a ready-made fool? Cheba Cheba is chopped into pieces and stewed in a pot.

Mao Fei wanted to scold him as above, but he couldn't bear it. Just thinking about it for a while made his nose sour. He turned his face away and muttered, "What about you? Do you want kelp or winter melon?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Listen to my darling."

"But I want to hear from you."

Zhuang Zhou kissed him again, especially hard and loudly, and he said, "That's all."

Warm lighting and the sound of dripping water came from the bathroom.

Mao Fei opened his eyes in a daze, his body was a little sluggish after enjoying the lust, and his thoughts were flying. He understood what pain and happiness are.

Heartache for his unbearable three years.

Maybe not three years, maybe a year or a year and a half.What did he say?Reborn?If Zhuang Zhou is determined to reincarnate, he will definitely get out of the quagmire step by step. After getting rid of the mud that clings to him, he will walk more and more easily.

After all, his Zhuang Zhou is so gentle and powerful.

And he, without knowing it, has been accompanying him in another way.

It's also a wonderful fate, and before he came to find him, they finally met each other through shocking coincidences one after another.

Mao Fei cried happily.

They were transplanting flowers and plants on the balcony, and he fell down, so he was hugged in his arms and talked about love.

--- Resurrected every week, resurrected when I met you.

They were coaxed in MOMO, he broke the bottle and kissed him passionately.

---Feifei, I've been fantasizing about you for a long time, you know.

Mao Fei put the quilt over his head with a "woo", rolling all over the bed, so scared that Peanut picked up the airplane ears.

So happy, this is really, so happy!

When Zhuang Zhou came out, he saw that the big bed was empty. He brushed his hair and called out, "Baby?"

The answer came from the kitchen: "I'm here!"

Mao Fei was wearing Zhuang Zhou's home jacket, the hem of which covered his buttocks, and his long bare legs underneath.

He was bending over to wash the kelp, and when he heard Zhuang Zhou approaching, he hurriedly ordered him to get a tissue: "It's dripping out again, it's sticky."

Zhuang Zhou: "..."

"Why are you standing still?" Mao Fei raised his hand to urge him, his hand was injured and couldn't get wet, so he put on a pair of rubber gloves, "My hands are wet, hurry up, it's about to drip onto my legs."

Zhuang Zhou wanted to go in and block it himself.

He walked over and picked up Mao Fei directly: "If you can't wipe it clean, I'll wash it for you."

The tone and expression didn't seem right, and there was a subtle sense of premeditation to do bad things, but before Mao Fei could investigate further, he was turned over and lay on Zhuang Zhou's lap.

It's a good "wash for you".

Washing by hand for a quarter of an hour, the technique was gentle yet strong, and the priorities were just right. After washing, Mao Fei's toes were curled up and his whole body was trembling. He finally bit Zhuang Zhou's arm before he stopped.

Mao Fei quit working, Mao Fei wants to be a master!

In front of the Liulitai, Zhuang Zhou wore an apron and cut winter melon, and the pressure cooker was steaming, emitting a strong aroma of big bones.

Mao Fei nestled on the sofa to comb the hair of Hua Dan. The weather was hot, so the hair that was combed every day was not thrown away, and it could be made into a long scarf in winter.

Huadan is not allowed to touch her buttocks, she will struggle to escape as soon as the comb reaches her buttocks, Xiaosheng is not allowed to touch her belly, it may be because her hair is short, the comb teeth will rub against her nipples as big as nipples, and if it hurts, she will be in a mess Call.

After tossing and tossing the two masters in turn, Mao Fei was so tired, he grabbed Xiaosheng and vented his anger: "I will give you a bath tomorrow!"

Xiaosheng protested: "Meow!"

Mao Fei: "You and Huadan have to wash, and the whole family has to be neat and tidy. Neither of you can run away, just go."

As soon as he let go, Xiaosheng ran wildly, looking for Huadan to escape with him.

Mao Fei covered the glass jar, and it was full of fluffy cat fur in it—reserve materials, and when he was free, he wanted to learn felt crafting.

Think about it, if it is done well and can be sold, then make a pair of peanuts and put them in the sixteen paintings, and put them somewhere as a pair of beckoning cats, wouldn't it be beautiful?

Mao Fei sat on the back of the sofa and imagined a bright future. Thinking about it, he remembered that he hadn't settled the score yet.

So he jumped off the sofa and ran behind Zhuang Zhou as a pendant: "Zhuang."

Zhuang Zhou backhanded him a freshly washed strawberry: "Huh?"

"What clothes did I wear that day?"

"That day?"

Mao Fei said "hmm" and fell silent again.

Zhuang Zhou understood, and smiled softly: "You were wearing a white sweater that day, with a cartoon pattern of a bear's head embroidered on half of the sleeves to the cuff, and two bear paw prints around the neckline and hem, and black pants. A pair of brown ankle boots."

Mao Fei rubbed his forehead against him, he didn't remember it himself, he just remembered that he called Su Chengyin to sing on stage, and he sang so beautifully.

"Why didn't you like Yinyin? He's better than me, he's still a top student, and he's really good at studying."

Zhuang Zhou was amused, and then he seemed puzzled and said, "I also want to know why your Bai Yueguang didn't like you, it's probably just a radish and a pit."

Mao Fei was fed another cherry, and compared: "Then you also listen to Yinyin singing, who can sing better, me or him?"

"You." Zhuang Zhou turned around and cupped his face, "With me, no one can compare to you."

Kiss is fruity sweet.

Mao Fei asked softly, "That video is still in your computer, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Zhou was a little nervous, "If you don't like it, let's delete it now."

Mao Fei shook his head: "There is no dislike."

This is probably the privilege bestowed by love. If it were replaced by anyone else, he would resist and mind.

"You can keep it, but I hope you don't watch it anymore." Mao Fei said seriously, "I will treat you well, so if you encounter troubles in the future, if you come to me, I can not only sing live Listen, I can still hug you, kiss you, maybe even help you think of a way to share the difficulties."

Zhuang Zhou looked at him, unable to say anything.

Mao Fei grabbed his clothes and shook them: "Do you have any regrets? Regret that you didn't go to me earlier?"

"I regret it..." Zhuang Zhou stroked his cheek, "It's not a little bit, but I regret it very much. If I went to you sooner, you would be able to cure me in two days. There is no need for a doctor." .”

Mao Fei laughed, rewarded him with a kiss, and asked, "When did you plan to come to me?"

"Leave the lesson to Mr. Song."

"The result was reversed. Before the class started, I was found first."

Zhuang Zhou also laughed, and couldn't help hugging him into his arms, exerting some strength: "Does it hurt?"

Mao Fei also tightened his waist and said happily, "I'll hug you even if it hurts."

At nine o'clock in the evening, a delicious casserole of big bone soup was served.

Both Huadan and Xiaosheng love to lick their bones, so the family of four is a real treat.

After eating, Mao Fei touched his round belly and went to the study to get the guitar. He dragged Zhuang Zhou to the balcony to watch the stars. He didn't want to sing, but just played casually.

There is also a black harmonica.

Guitar and harmonica, they have played together on the stage of MOMO.

Then it attracts countless eyes, attracts devouring girls who want to ask for kisses, and also attracts him to realize that he likes Zhuang Zhou.

He was also photographed by Pei Li and sent to Zhuang Mu, who then sent it to Jiang Yimian, so that Jiang found MOMO and waited for the rabbit.

Mao Fei thought, MOMO is gone, what is his little Brother Pei doing now?

If he knew his heroic deeds today, he wouldn't think of him as a wimp, would he?

While the music was flowing, Mao Fei touched Zhuang Zhou with the tip of his toe: "Is the bride pretty?"

Zhuang Zhou recalled for a moment, nodded and said, "Beautiful."

Mao Fei looked up at the bright moon and stars hanging on the treetops, and said, "Little Brother Pei's Aegean Sea is also very beautiful."

He raised his left hand again, admiring the bright ring: "Shall we go too? I've been skiing in the snowy mountains, but I haven't been to the beach to see the sea. Let's go together?"

Zhuang Zhou grabbed his hand and held it tightly in his palm, promising him anything.

The wound on his body needs to be sprayed with medicine, and when the moon is at ten o'clock, Zhuang Zhou will carry him back to the bedroom.

He turned into a masseur, rubbing his hair until he groaned, it was painful, itchy, and comfortable.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't bear to recall the surveillance video he watched in the afternoon, and he trembled when he thought of it: "Bao, I'll buy a sandbag and come back and teach you boxing, okay?"

"boxing?"

"Well, justifiable self-defense."

Mao Fei lay on the pillow and said worriedly: "Ah? I, I want abdominal muscles, but I don't want to have strong muscles. Even my abdominal muscles are four packs and I am very satisfied! Even, we Will--"

Zhuang Zhou was amused when he heard that, seeing his distorted expression, he asked, "Is it possible?"

"Could it be---" Mao Fei turned to look at Zhuang Zhou, his eyes frightened, "Mutual attack?"

Zhuang Zhou: "..."

Zhuang Zhou rubbed his white and soft skin, and laughed at him for his carelessness: "I will buy it tomorrow, and I will start practicing every day when the injury is healed."

He didn't hear a sound, but he felt his body shaking under his palms, and goose bumps appeared.

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Did it hurt somewhere?"

Mao Fei buried himself in the pillow, wailing in a muffled voice: "Me! I don't want to fight with you!"

Zhuang Zhou: "..."

Zhuang Zhou was angry and laughed, and slapped the ball of white buttocks.