On how the sect sells domestically

After the two left, Feng Xiao shouted at Shu Wei who was standing at the door closing the door, "Are you done talking?"

"Ah."

Feng Xiao hung up the knife and ended her life of pretending to be busy, "Then I'll start cooking noodles."

"Okay." Shuwei sat on the black chair beside the sofa, still a bit puzzled by Shen Yao's sudden actions before leaving, what did the two of them mean?

But since Shen Yao didn't specifically mention it, it shouldn't be important to him.

Then don't think about it.

Feng Xiao was boiling water over there, and asked while holding the kitchen glass door.

"Who was it just now? Your colleague?"

Shuwei had the illusion of being questioned by his jealous wife, he cleaned up the cups on the coffee table, "Well, he is the general manager of sales in the agency, and also my friend."

Feng Xiao waved his chopsticks, "I just heard you call him Xiao Yao."

This is the tip of the ear.

Shu Wei nodded for a simple answer.

What he didn't say was that because he was the signboard of the painting club under Shen Yao's company, he always came to pick up paintings in person on behalf of the company.

Shuwei passes Fengxiao with the water glasses, and puts them into the sink.Feng Xiao also turned around and went down, making another taste of broth on the stove, "How long have you known each other?"

Shuwei thought for a while, "Some years."

Speaking of getting to know Shen Yao specifically, it probably started when Shen Yao hadn't graduated yet.He was still a student at that time, and because he loved oil painting, he often took his works to participate in art exhibitions of college students' works. At that time, Shen Yao and his classmates came to see the paintings.At that time, Shen Yao asked for his contact information. He was puzzled, but Shen Yao said that what he planned to do in the future was related to this, and he said that maybe the two of them would have a chance to meet in the future.

Later, the two kept in touch, sometimes discussing in the virtual community, and sometimes chatting a few words in the game.When he first joined the company, Shen Yao had just returned to work in the province and joined this company. At that time, Shen Yao was not the general manager, nor was he a signboard, but they met again by fate.

"It's probably like this." Shuwei thought back, her hands were not idle, and she was packing up the things beside the drawing board.

Feng Xiao over there filtered the water off his face, "It turns out he was the one who recommended you into the game, so you used to play together? I mean the game."

"Well. He has been playing Tiance from before to now. But I don't know which server he is in now."

"what happened?"

Shuwei closed the paint box, "It seems that some private matter happened." He lowered his head and piled the things together, "But we all know each other in reality and will meet in reality, so it's not like playing games every day, and we don't need to be together every day. together."

The painting in front of me is warm in color, a bit like a rainbow.

When Shuwei recovered from Feng Xiao's voice, he realized that he had picked up the pen again at some point.

"You...you are about to eat, and you dirty your hands again."

Feng Xiao brought out the noodles and said helplessly.

He pulled the chair away and urged Shuwei, "Come and eat noodles after washing your hands."

"Let's talk about it... I'm jealous."

Shuwei stopped there and turned her head in astonishment.

Feng Xiao leaned on the table and looked at him, with a serious expression on his face that seemed to be joking, but there was no smile in his eyes, just like black glass beads, people could feel his mood just by looking at them.

A little restless, a little wanting to be acknowledged.

From the first side, I found his lips, which are beautiful lines...suitable for kissing.

Just six steps away.

It is always a person's first initiative.

Shuwei walked over and hugged the waist of the person leaning on the table, and lowered his head in his surprised eyes, maybe in less than a second, the waist of the person leaning on the table was completely soft, and he was in a state of embarrassment. He quickly supported the table with one hand, and grabbed him with the other to support himself from falling backwards.A smile flashed in Shuwei's eyes, completely zero-distance contact.

"Well……"

The hands on the waist are hot, the lips and tongue at the negative distance are hot, and even the breath that is difficult to exhale is hot.

The hand that was stained with paint slightly dyed Feng Xiao's neck in other colors, and the person under his hands with bright red skin trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was excited or pitifully curled up in his arms, these colors on the neck were so angry and yet ambiguous.

After a long time.

Loosing his sparse eyebrows and eyes looked a little cold, but not so indifferent, he lowered his head and asked him.

"What do you want?"

Like a scholar with a problem.

Feng Xiao gasped softly, the toughness shown by Shu Wei made him already in a weak position, he faced him, watching his face became more and more gentle, "What do you want? Of course I am greedy for you people..."

Shuwei froze.

"I said I like you... I should be loving you now... I said I love you, don't you believe it?" Feng Xiao looked into his sparse eyes, "You are afraid of sudden surprises, so I will slow down, but I have already slowly walked to your side now, how can you not give it to me? What I want is you. "

No one has ever said it to him so directly.

Of course he wanted something from him.

Because, his whole being is what he wants.

The sparse eyes looked at him, and the affection that was obvious but not hidden was displayed openly, and the eyes were clear, like a mirror, reflecting his own eyes that were staring at him seriously.

"Give it to me... okay..." Feng Xiao urged softly, begging, like a traveler begging for water in the desert.

Shuwei seemed to be thinking about why he gave the answer, and Feng Xiao's eyes, which were so gentle that they were about to drip water, flashed by. While whispering, "Master..."

A pair of hands quietly wrapped around his neck, the distance gradually approached, and the breath intertwined unsteadily.

"Master... give me a favor..."

……

morning.

The biological clock wakes up the person on the bed on time, and Shu Wei realizes this when she opens her eyes, and sits up from the bed.

Through the curtains, the room is dimly lit.

It is obviously a familiar environment, but now something is different. The furnishings that I see are a little weird, as if I am in someone else's house.

Another person's steady breathing came from his right side, he turned his head to look, Feng Xiao was facing his direction, obediently wrapped in the quilt, sleeping very deeply, until now there is no sign of waking up.

I feel very at ease.

With a relaxed smile on his face, Shuwei reached out and stroked his soft hair.

He thought about it.

Bow down and kiss his forehead.

After finishing these, Shuwei suddenly remembered something.He propped his forehead, the image of yesterday's entanglement in his mind gave Shuwei a headache at this moment, he... and Feng Xiao had a big death yesterday.

Shuwei admits that if Feng Xiao was at fault by five points yesterday, then he was also five points.And for this great death, there are two main conditions that cannot bear to look directly at.

One, he did it by pressing people on the sofa.

Accent: sofa, white sofa.

He felt that he should have always been rational, but yesterday, in Feng Xiao's enthusiastic efforts from beginning to end... he was on strike for a while.So, it wasn't so good afterwards.

Second, there is nothing at home that can..., but Feng Xiao clings to him with passion as if he can't feel the pain, the more it hurts, the more he wants him, so what they did... was very intense.

Accent: sofa, white sofa.

Later, they didn't even eat dinner, Shuwei carried him to take a bath, and went directly to the bedroom to sleep together.

So, if you go out now, in addition to seeing the white sofa that you can't bear to look at directly, there should be noodles in clear soup that have turned into gnocchi.

Shu Wei gets up from the bed, puts on her clothes softly, walks into the living room, and sits in front of the computer.

Enter:

What to do if the sofa is dirty.

——You have two options, one, throw away the sofa.

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[-]. If your sofa cover is detachable, just remove it and put it in the washing machine for cleaning.If your sofa cover is non-removable and washable - please repeat the first option and throw away the sofa like this (╯‵ ′)╯︵┴─┴.

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-Sorry I'm kidding, but you can choose to use a stain remover.

Shu slightly sighed.

But I'm not a stain that can be cleaned with a stain remover.

—Smimasai, I don't quite understand your pun.

"Sparse?"

Turning his head slightly, Feng Xiao in his clothes was standing there leaning against the wall, he closed the webpage and got up.

"Go on and sleep for a while."

Feng Xiao shook his head, "I'm not sleepy."

but.

"If you're going to sleep with me, I think I'm still sleepy."

Shuwei: "..."

Why do I feel that there is a kind of deja vu in front of me?

Shuwei quickly remembered where this feeling came from.

I said you...every time you lose in the sparring, you still come to 'provocation', and the lesson of being abused and crying, hasn't you learned enough yet.

Shuwei kindly let this time go, "Come on, go back to bed. I'll go downstairs and buy you breakfast."

"Hmm~"

Feng Xiao, who was held by Shuwei, seemed to be the main wife who had finally ascended, and said to him arrogantly (mistakenly), "Are we really, really, really together?"

"of course."

……

Shu Wei has always felt that she is not good. Although her work and family background are good, her living habits are so weird that it becomes her biggest shortcoming.No matter where you are or sitting in front of the computer, as long as you suddenly want to draw, you must get a pen.His living habits seem to be filled with nothing, and there is no planability at all.I wear clothes full of paint all day long, and sometimes I can't keep it clean for a moment.

But he didn't think of it.

A you who has been questioned by him, and I have never even seen you in reality, finally a dream invaded his world for a long time.

He likes his good and accepts his bad.

All the reasons for the refusal were untenable, and even the last bit of doubt was dispelled.

So as a matter of course, I often accompany me and make appointments until I grow old.

嗯……姑且将教训欠揍的另一半当成是情人之间的情趣吧。