one night love

Mo Xiaobei helped Fang Yue put on a clean quilt cover and bed sheets, picked up the "Men's Clothes" scattered all over the floor and arranged them together. He stared at Liu Yan's beautiful sister Liuyan on the cover for a long time, then raised his head and asked: " Are you serious?"

Fang Yue nestled on the sofa eating potato chips like a hamster.

"Speak up, Mr. Fang!" Mo Xiaobei grabbed the magazine and threw it at him, "Didn't you like girls with big tits before? How can you change as you say?"

Fang Yue picked up the magazine and looked at it twice: "I also like this kind of big tit girl now."

Mo Xiaobei: "...I really admire you."

"..."

"..."

"When I rolled down the stairs, all I thought about was whether he would break up with that man, whether he would be sad, whether he would be unbearable, and what should I do to comfort him..." Fang Yue clattered Flipping through the magazine in his hand, from the beginning to the end, from the end to the beginning, "Xiaobei, do you think I'm playing for real?"

"..."

"...you should say something."

"Fang Yue," Mo Xiaobei couldn't figure it out, "What do you like about him? He doesn't look very good-looking. There are a lot of people in this circle."

Fang Yue couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't just like his looks."

"Then what do you like about him?"

What do you like about him?Fang Yue continued to stuff potato chips into her mouth.

can not say it clearly.

Maybe it’s because I like those eyes that can disturb people’s emotions, maybe it’s because I like his serious appearance when he’s working, maybe it’s because I like the expression of true feelings when he loses his composure after drinking, maybe it’s because I like the fiery heart hidden under his cold appearance… ...Probably because I fell in love with him, I don't want to see him with others, feel sorry for him, and beat him when he is being bullied...

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this," Mo Xiaobei finished the housework, and found the bag Zhongnanhai in the drawer of the coffee table, "I heard that you gave your parents a copy of Hainan in order to deceive him to accompany you during the New Year. Luxury seven-day tour? Uncle Fang, you are really willing to do it."

Hehehe, Fang Yue laughed.

"Take it easy, don't break all three legs," Mo Xiaobei took a deep breath between cigarettes, and kicked Fang Yue's uninjured leg, "How is his skill? Are you happy to serve him?" ?”

"Fuck, how do I know!?" Fang Yue stretched his legs and kicked back, "I gave him the time when I was drunk... I don't remember exactly..."

Mo Xiaobei's expression was full of hatred: "Damn, can you do it? You haven't eaten it for a long time? Show your courage back then. Listen to me, don't be cowardly, just do it." .”

"...Oh," Fang Yue asked sincerely, not ashamed to ask, "Xiaobei, can you teach me? I'm afraid it will be the scene of a car accident on New Year's Eve."

My day... the poisoning is not shallow... Mo Xiaobei pinched out the cigarette: "I will pass you a few videos when I go back tonight, and I will learn by myself."

Lin Zifeng pushed a trolley, absently sweeping the goods inside.

He went to Fang Yue's house two days ago, and when he saw that the house was clean, he just wanted to say a few words of praise, so he opened the refrigerator, and when he looked again, it was empty.

How the hell is New Year's Eve?

Fang Yue didn't take it seriously: "Go out to eat?"

"Go out to eat for seven days?" Lin Zifeng blurted out, "Want to eat fatty liver?"

"You want to stay with me for seven days?" Fang Yue was very excited, "Okay, okay, the wallet is on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, take it yourself, and buy whatever you want."

Lin Zifeng regretted so much that he wanted to tear his mouth.

He is not obsessed with going back to his hometown for the New Year. After all, his mother remarried early, and his half-brother works locally. It would not hurt to lose one of him.He just had a vague premonition in his heart that this year would not be too simple.

So he stretched out his hand to the cover recklessly, and took a bottle of lubrication along the way.

Seven days, he thought, be prepared.

On New Year's Eve, Lin Zifeng came from his home early in the morning with luggage.

"Have you brought all the luggage?" Fang Yue stepped forward to receive it, kissed him on the cheek, and said half-jokingly, "Why don't you leave."

"Go, go, there are two people living in your place, don't squeeze to death." Lin Zifeng took off the scarf and hung it on the hanger, "If you have bad feet, sit down and I'll prepare the New Year's Eve dinner."

Good morning... Fang Yue moved a small bench and sat in front of the open mini kitchen in his house, watching Lin Zifeng busily preparing the ingredients.

The pork ribs in the refrigerator were taken out to defrost, the mushrooms were soaked in warm water, the chicken was marinated with salt and cooking wine, and a pot of dumpling stuffing was chopped up to make dumplings, cabbage and shrimp.

"You are so virtuous," Fang Yue panicked, his hands and feet became disheveled, pinched Lin Zifeng's waist, and his mouth was not straight, "Like my wife."

"What are you shouting about!" Lin Zifeng chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, "Who is your wife!"

Fang Yue stuck out her tongue: "Ancestor, don't be angry, I, I, I, I am your wife, okay?"

"..." Lin Zifeng curled his lips in a shameless manner.

"I said, let's eat early." Fang Yue circled Lin Zifeng from behind, pressed him on her lap, and whispered in his ear, "After digesting, there are important things to do in the evening."

With Lin Zifeng's back turned to him, his heart was beating fast.

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