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Mao Fei took two days off to recuperate at home, Zhuang Zhou stayed with him every step of the way, and he didn't know who was more clingy to whom.

Two people, two cats, and a frame of flowers and plants, maybe the days of the gods in the sky are like this.

Mao Fei sent a message to Pei Li: Brother Pei.

Pei Li sent back a photo of him diving: the sun was vicious, and the white gull was tanned into a black crow.

Mao Fei held the phone and laughed: [Launch Xinxin.gif] is just as charming!

Pei Li didn't reply to him again, and he didn't ask any more questions. He was a little worried, and it was enough to stop.

On the other hand, Zhuang Qiang finally realized the warm feeling of solidarity and friendship with his roommates. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. On weekends, he was alone and alone, staying in the empty room for two whole days.

He sent a message to Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao: Where's the person?

No one cares about him.

He sent another message to Mao Fei: Ran and Xia are missing, when will you come back?

Mao Fei nestled in Zhuang Zhou's arms enjoying the pampering, and never wanted to go back for the rest of his life.

Feifei: Missing?

Zhuang Qiang: Yes, you went to your cousin’s house on weekends, and they also said to go out to play. You said that you were recuperating at home for the past two days, and you had a reason to ask for sick leave, and the two of them skipped class quietly and openly.

Zhuang Qiang: Is it because I am not a deputy committee member, so I can't deduct your credits, so you are not afraid of me anymore?

Mao Fei rolled his eyes, and muttered, "I just wanted to praise you for not being bureaucratic, it really slaps me in the face."

Zhuang Zhou rubbed him, the tips of his ears turned red from his kisses, but he still couldn't put it down.

He was talking on the phone with Song Yusong, and the compliment on the other side was not stingy: "Old Zhou, yes, this lesson plan is beautiful!"

Zhuang Zhou said casually, "Is it a lie when I say that your students no longer expect you to come back?"

"Think about it, come and test a teacher in our school?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed: "Unless your school allows teachers and students to fall in love, otherwise I will be found out, and I can only take Feifei to the Aegean Sea to watch the sunset."

The enthusiasm was hit, and the single person Song Yusong was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "What happened to Mao Fei? I heard that you were very angry that day. Did he make trouble with you? Now you are reconciled?"

Mao Feiben was typing away, but he was so close that he heard Mr. Song's gossip without hesitation. He raised his head and said angrily, "I won't tell him!"

Zhuang Zhou loved him so much, he smiled lightly and said to Song Yusong, "Go prepare for your class."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Fei squinted his eyes like a threat, and asked, "If I'm not here, what are you going to say to Teacher Song?"

"you guess?"

"I guess...you will say that Mao Fei is too capable, and he is disobedient in fighting!"

Zhuang Zhou's fingertips lightly touched the wound that had subsided but was still bruised. He thought to himself that he was indeed capable enough to avenge him and Hua Dan.

And now, it's his turn.

Jiang Yimian is still squatting in the detention center. There is no news about the information that Zhuang Mu asked to investigate, and it may take another two days.

Zhuang Zhou pressed Mao Fei's head into the socket of his shoulder: "Baby, let me ask you."

Mao Fei put down his phone and left Zhuang Qiang aside, he repeated, "Ask me."

"You made up a story for Jiang Yimian before, didn't you?"

"Well, I didn't know who he was at that time, so I'm so angry when I think about it!"

If your skills are small, you will say you are angry.

Zhuang Zhou coaxed: "Then let's start again, and you make up another one for him, and follow the current plot development, and make it up as you want to relieve your anger."

Mao Fei rested on his shoulder and didn't make a sound for a long time. He ignored the flashing breathing light of his mobile phone and just opened his eyes to watch the peanuts lick each other's fur.

He had a premonition, he murmured and asked: "Zhuang, is it true that you will copy what I say? If I vent my anger and say that I want him to be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of his life, is he really going to do that?" Will you be locked in?"

Zhuang Zhou asked, "You don't want to?"

He added: "It's not so absolute, I---"

Mao Fei straightened up from his arms, looked at him steadfastly, and swallowed what Zhuang Zhou had said.

Mao Fei called him: "Zhuang Zhou."

After shouting, he nestled back into his arms, closed his eyes and imagined: "If it is a story, I hope that he will be criticized and educated three times in the morning, noon and evening in the detention center, a total of [-] days, and he will be educated every day. He hit the wall and vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do. When he was finally released, he became frustrated with you. After returning to the United States, he met another person. Experience all the suffering you have experienced once, one time is not enough, you have to experience it many, many times, and let him know how bad he was to you!"

Seemingly satisfied with the story, Mao Fei clenched his fists and beat his palms, and said with a final word: "Didn't he lose his memory before? Just when he was tortured to the point of collapse, and when he missed you so much, he suffered from amnesia again. , This time I lost completely, I completely forgot about you and everything about you, I will never think of you again, let alone disturb you."

Mao Fei raised his face: "It's unfair to you. He forgot, but you still remember. But it doesn't matter, you have me."

Zhuang Zhou looked at his nonsense, full of pity and helplessness.

Needless to say, it's a pity, but what's extremely helpless is that in this story, he didn't extract any useful information, and he didn't have a single available method. How can he relieve his baby?

"But this is a story. I can make it up as I want. I don't have any psychological pressure." Mao Fei took Zhuang Zhou's left hand, and gently twisted the ring with his fingers. "To relieve my anger, I fought with him." One fight, and I won the fight, I was actually very relieved."

Zhuang Zhou sighed, "It's not enough, I think it's not enough."

"Zhuang Zhou, I... I'm just a commoner. You want me to decide the rest of a person's life now. I can try to relieve my anger and throw him into prison or a mental hospital, but then I will not I kept thinking about him, what kind of life he lived inside, whether he was forced to take a lot of medicine every day, and if he was judged to behave abnormally, would there be various punishments that sound terrible."

"I don't want to be like this. I don't want to worry about the life I arranged for him, and I don't want to be cursed by him all day long. I don't expect him to lose his memory completely one day. I just want him to stop looking for you and bother us." Mao Fei paused for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "I know!"

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly asked, "Huh?"

"If it is feasible, can you throw him to the United States so that he can never come back? Isn't he not on good terms with his family? Hasn't he lived in the United States for many years? Let him have no way to return to China. As for How he lives abroad is all his business."

Mao Fei asked: "What do you think?"

Zhuang Zhou pursed his lips and thought.

Mao Fei tried to persuade: "Just thinking about it makes me happy, don't you think it's not good?"

Zhuang Zhou pondered for a moment, and only said: "That is to say, the white porcelain pot didn't really hit you, otherwise there is no room for negotiation."