Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

On the sofa behind him, sat Feng Cheng who came back from unknown time.

That pretty face was filled with snow, and his eyes fell on his shoulders. The expression in his eyes was unpredictable, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or anger.

Jiang Wu's heart felt tight and his hands were sweating.

He hurriedly put down the ore, closed the live broadcast room, turned his head, and faced it carefully.

Feng Cheng snorted lightly from his nose, his soft lips were almost pressed into a red line.

Displeasure was evident on his face.

Jiang Wu coughed and quickly explained: "I said that, it is a means of stimulating marketing."

Hearing this, Feng Cheng raised her eyebrows, leaned forward, put her chin against the man's ear, and asked him very puzzled: "Brother Wu is short of money?"

"No shortage," the ear was itchy, Jiang Wu turned his head in the far direction: "I'm just... hiss!"

A hand suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled it back forcefully.

"If you need money, I'll give it to you." Feng Cheng's voice was so cold, but the strength in his hands was slowly relaxing.

Jiang Wu followed the trend and put his head on the knees behind him, his raised face was full of disapproval: "You give it, what is that, I enjoy the process of making money, and that's all the fun."

Feng Cheng reached out and grabbed his ear, and tugged gently: "Is it your pleasure to get a divorce after earning money?"

Jiang Wu hissed again.

Feng Cheng's fingertips trembled, and he immediately shifted his position, grabbing his collar instead.

In fact, it doesn't hurt, it's just pretending, but the young man's reaction is very cute, and Jiang Wu is full of joy watching it.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he stood up cheerfully, intending to sit on the sofa.

As a result, just halfway up, Feng Cheng grabbed the collar and dragged him down again.

Jiang Wuyi sat back on the ground, his body fell between his fiancé's legs, and was pinched by his knees, immobilizing him tightly.

Originally, I wanted to sit in the past and hug someone so that I could coax him, but now that I am in this position, I can only be coaxed by reluctance.

"I was just joking with them, how could they really do this, not to mention that the sea of ​​mines is so big, and it is positioned as a luxury product, tens of thousands of carats, can they buy it all?"

No repentance, no attitude of admitting mistakes.

Did you tell yourself the truth?

Feng Cheng was already angry, but now she is even more angry, staring at the back of the man's head with sullen eyes, wishing to bald his hair: "No matter how abundant the resources are, there will always be a day when they will be sold out."

His tone was harsh, and every word that came out of his mouth could make a sound pit on the ground.

Jiang Wu laughed when he heard it, and turned his head to look at him, but was controlled by the palm of the other party and pressed down again.

Alas, Little Sweet Orange is still angry.

He could only face the floor and continue to talk to the young man: "Think about it, a person will live to be more than 100 years old in his lifetime. Rain mines are a new resource. With such a large sea area, even if I live in the universe sales circle in this life It’s impossible to sell them all—baby, there’s really no need to be angry because of this sentence, brother will be your man for the rest of his life, so he has no reason to run away.”

Jiang Wuzi thought he had explained it perfectly, and took away the hand on the back of his head.

Turning her head happily, she met the slightly red eye circles of the other party.

His expression froze, and the raised corners of his mouth slowly fell again.

"what happened to you?"

"I don't want to just spend 100 years with you." Feng Cheng sniffed, and the man's heart was broken when he saw a pair of red and tearful eyes.

"Don't cry, I will try my best to live longer." Jiang Wu stood up and hugged the young man into his arms, "Starting tomorrow, I will get up early to exercise."

In the interstellar era, the level of medical treatment is advanced. As long as you pay attention to your body, it is not difficult to live to more than 200 years old.

This answer seemed to satisfy Feng Cheng, his cold expression finally warmed up, and his eyes stared at him with sparkle, "I will supervise you."

[Neptune]: You only stay in this world for ten years, so exercising is really unnecessary and tiring.

Enjoy life, isn't it fragrant?

Jiang Wu's eyes flickered: It was because he only stayed for ten years that he felt indebted to Xiao Tiancheng.

He glanced at the young man in his arms, his tear-wet eyelashes were still fluttering, so cute and cute.

Jiang Wu really didn't want to see the other party sad.

Feng Cheng was still waiting for his answer, and raised her clear gray eyes again, looking straight at him, after a long time, there was still a grandma's 'Huh? ' He said, seeming to be puzzled by the man's sudden silence.

Jiang Wu was tickled by that sound, his mouth was a little dry.

"Kiss me." He turned his face to the side and offered it to the young man's mouth.

Feng Cheng opened his lips, pressed them as he wished, and sucked one, leaving a wet saliva mark.

Jiang Wu was satisfied in his heart, and was about to back away, but Feng Cheng held his head: "I will supervise your exercise."

Having been fooled by the man, the young man had no choice but to reiterate.

Jiang Wu wondered why Fengcheng was obsessed with this matter. The life expectancy of alien races is much longer than that of human beings.

But if you don't agree, it seems like you can't pass this test?

The fingers on the back of the head started to move again, pulling out like weeds.

It doesn't hurt, but he is worried that if he gets caught too much, he will enter the Mediterranean region ahead of schedule.

Although it is quite cool, Jiang Wu cares more about his own image.

He stretched his hand behind his head, touched the hand that hooked his hair and patted it lightly: "Let go first, everything is negotiable."

"Don't you want to exercise?" The fingers did not loosen, but gripped even tighter.

"Exercise, exercise." Jiang Wupo agreed helplessly.

Feng Cheng immediately smiled, let go and said, "Then let's start now."

He turned on the optical brain, and clicked on a folder on the desktop called 'The Secret of Longevity'.

There are densely packed documents, videos and folders inside.

Feng Cheng seemed to be familiar with the location of these materials, moving her fingers coherently, and finally found a video between clips.

Jiang Wu swallowed his saliva: This damn hides really deep.

It looks like it was prepared long ago, but I happened to hit the 'gun' today?

Feng Cheng dragged the video to the desktop and turned to look at him.

Jiang Wu was terrified at the sight, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The foot moved back involuntarily.

Feng Cheng patted the place beside her, motioning for the man to sit over: "Let's watch the video first."

Jiang Wu hesitated for a moment, but still passed.

The video opened, and a middle-aged woman in a white yoga suit appeared on the screen, opening her mouth with a long speech.

"It is said that one inch of tendon lengthens life expectancy by ten years. This is not a lie. If you want to live a meaningful life in the rest of your life, stretching your ligaments is something you must persist in every day. Of course," the woman smiled softly, "Maybe before the video You are still very young now, and you don't think it is necessary at all. When you reach the age when your legs and feet are not flexible, you will thank yourself for insisting on exercising..."

Jiang Wu frowned when he heard this, feeling that something was wrong.

He turned his head stiffly, but what he saw was Feng Cheng's focused profile.

"You asked me to practice this?" Jiang Wu raised his volume in disbelief: "Are you sure? Are you kidding me?!"

He has lived for more than [-] years, and he has never seen a man practicing yoga.

Feng Cheng paused the video, turned his head to meet his eyes, and said seriously: "You can live a long life."

Jiang Wu twitched the corners of his mouth and stood up: "My old bones can't stand the toss, so let's go for a run."

How could Feng Cheng let him go so easily, stood up and stopped in front of him: "I'll help you, it's not difficult."

"It's not difficult, why don't you show me one?" He didn't believe that Fengcheng could do it.No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it is still the skeleton of a man, and it is impossible to be as soft as a woman.

Feng Cheng bent his mouth: "If I can do it, you will practice?"

Jiang Wu also smiled: "It must be very standard, and there should be no reluctance."

Feng Cheng raised his chin, his eyes slanted to the wall, and then turned back, "Brother Wu."

Just as Jiang Wugang wanted to respond, his arm was grabbed, and he was pushed to the wall behind him with a force.

Immediately afterwards, there was a blur in front of his eyes, and the breeze brushed past his face. When he realized it, his whole body was already trapped between the limbs of his fiancé.

"Standard?" Feng Cheng stood in front of her with her arms folded, with a relaxed expression on her face.

Jiang Wu slightly raised his eyes to look at the long legs that were pressing directly next to his head, and he couldn't even say the word 'not standard' against his conscience.

Seeing the constipated look on the man's face, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, Feng Cheng leaned over and kissed his forehead in this posture.

Jiang Wu: ...

Is the softness of this body still human?

No, he was not human.

Jiang Wu has never hated his own mouth so much.

Nothing to mention about training, nothing to provoke Feng Cheng?

The current situation is not made by myself.

Pulling the ligament should be done step by step. For the sake of his own life, he resolutely refused Tiancheng's help.

"The elderly can't stand the toss, I will do it myself." Shaking his "old cold legs" and stepping on the yoga mat slowly, Jiang Wu did a set of lunges and leg presses between classes.

Feng Cheng stood on the side and stared at him.

Jiang Wu cheekily pressed the ligament for 10 minutes, but he didn't make a breakthrough.

Neptune: [You can bend your back legs even more. 】

Jiang Wu: [Shut up. 】

Feng Cheng's patience is also really good, silently watching Jiang Wu perform all the way, no matter how perfunctory his movements are, he never said a word.

When Jiang Wu felt that he was almost fooled, and was about to stop his feet, the motionless figure beside him suddenly approached.

Feng Cheng pressed his hands on his shoulders, preventing him from getting up.

Jiang Wuzhi felt that the hand was as heavy as a mountain, and it couldn't be shaken no matter what.

He was forced to maintain the leg-pressing movement, with his heart fluttering in his chest, fearing that the young man would do some tricks.

Feng Cheng just pressed him to maintain the same level, and used the other hand to straighten the hind legs a little.

The cold fingers held Jiang Wu's knee tightly, and he didn't intend to take it away.

"It's only effective if you do it to the standard."

But Jiang Wu maintained this position for a while, and his calf began to shake, and he seemed to be struggling, "...I'm tired."

Feng Cheng didn't make things difficult for him, he let go of his hand and asked, "Then practice tomorrow?"

"Okay." Jiang Wu nodded with a smile on the surface, but the MMP in his heart refused.

I'm already thinking about cremation or cutting the yoga mat.

The author has something to say: Jiang Wu: Why pull the ligament?

Wind Orange: For (*/v＼*)

Jiang Wu: Please be an individual! ! !

There are also small red envelopes in this chapter today~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: the Qing Dynasty is dead, and there is one Bai Pangpang;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of the one that was named waste, renamed, IF; 4 bottles of tea; 1 bottle of wow

I will continue to work hard!