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"I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart." Xie Er said while kneeling on the sofa, lowered his head, and sincerely reviewed: "I was wrong."

Wu Fuyang stared at his furry head, curled the corner of his lower lip, and laughed silently, "Do you dare next time?"

Xie Er lowered his head even lower, "Don't dare to provoke me."

"Don't act like a baby." Wu Fuyang sneered, "Here you are."

He held the elevated Coke under Shell's nose.

Shell picked up the Coke, raised his head and drank it vigorously, and drank it in one gulp.

Coke is called "Fat House Happy Water" for a reason. Schell doesn't know what other people think. As far as he is concerned, what he actually likes is the feeling of the bubbles exploding in his mouth, including the moment when it rushes into his throat The excitement made him want to stop.

But in all fairness, he thinks the taste is mediocre.

So what he likes is actually not cola, but sparkling water, but the cola is just not too sweet and not too sour.

Shell sighed contentedly, leaned on the sofa and narrowed his eyes slightly, like a cat that just ate dried fish.

Wu Fuyang moved his eyes from the opening of the coke can to his slender wrist, remembering the feeling of holding his wrist on the last night in Japan.

Shell was thin, but not weak.Compared with the thin artists who are used to in the entertainment industry who seem to be blown away by the wind, he is very well-proportioned.He is obviously not short, but his bones are one or two points thinner than ordinary people.

Such as the clavicle, such as the wrist bone.

"Grumpy~"

The air was too quiet, and Shell's stomach was desperate for attention.

"Oh." He sighed, and said with a bitter face, "I'm hungry, I ate three crabs this morning."

Wu Fuyang got up and took off a rubber band from his wrist to tie his hair. Although he hadn't raised his hair for a long time, he was used to it now, and his movements were very skillful.

Shell looked up at him, "I kind of want to eat tomato brisket."

Wu Fuyang: "Get up and wash the vegetables."

After a good night's sleep, Xie Er recharged his energy, and also cultivated a little capital to act willfully at Wu Fuyang's place.

With the corners of his lips curled up, he slumped on the sofa motionless like a fool, "I'm too hungry to move."

Wu Fuyang didn't respond, he tied his hair and went straight to his hands, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him up.

Feeling cold to the touch, Wu Fuyang froze for a moment.

Just as Xie Er was about to jump on him for a while, he saw that his expression was a bit wrong. He stood up straight and asked hurriedly, "What's the matter, did you stretch your arms?"

Xie Er was too nervous, and Wu Fuyang suddenly became wicked. He glanced at the pulp of his finger that was just placed on the pulse of Xie Er's wrist, with a serious expression: "You..."

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Shell became even more anxious. He grabbed his arm with the other hand and touched it up and down a few times, "Is it? Does it hurt?"

"No." Wu Fuyang suppressed a smile, grabbed his wrist and lifted it up, "I just gave you a pulse."

Shell was stunned for a moment, "You must be poisonous."

Wu Fuyang was obviously in a good mood, he didn't scold back, and said with a smile: "Push it fluently, as smooth as pressing a ball."

Then he tilted his head slightly, and continued with a narrow smile, "Congratulations, Ximai."

Wu Fuyang is a person who is cold and mature in front of others, but he is actually childish to death.

Shell stared at him speechlessly for a few seconds, and when he saw the vague ambiguity and mischievousness in his smile, he suddenly calmed down and asked curiously, "Whose one?"

Wu Fuyang was silent.

Judging from Schell's nearly 20 years of experience, when Wu Fuyang's expression appeared, it meant that he had won this round.

However, before he showed his complacent face, he heard Wu Fuyang say:

"The pulse does not have this function. Whose do you think belongs to?"

His heart skipped a beat, and two words popped out subconsciously in his mind: Yours.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, Wu Fuyang suddenly pulled him towards him with all his strength.The two were standing face to face, but with this pull, almost the whole body of Schell had to stick to him.

"Say it." Wu Fuyang moved closer, with a smile in his eyes, but with a sense of merciless aggression, he examined Shell's flushed cheeks and kitten-like bewildered eyes.

Pressing his voice, he pressed, "Whose?"

This scene is like a wife who was caught cheating by her husband and forced to ask who the father of the child is.

Cher's brain short-circuited for a moment.

"The old king next door?"

Wu Fuyang: ...

Shell: ...

The atmosphere froze terribly, Shell's brain circuit was back on track, and he was not in a good mood.

Wu Fuyang let go of his hand expressionlessly, took a step back, and then walked away without looking back.

Shell frowned and watched him leave.

It is not good to be ambiguous with Fa Xiao, it is easy to go astray, which is not conducive to flirting.

Chapter 38

Misfortune comes out of the mouth.

That's a really good saying.

Just now, Wu Fuyang even threw the wheat on the bed when he handed him the wheat, without touching him at all.

Xie Er leaned against the refrigerator door with a banana and watched Wu Fuyang cook.

Wu Fuyang didn't want to argue with him, but the words "Old Wang next door" echoed in his mind over and over again. He took a bone chopping knife and chopped up the ribs as Schell's brain circuit.

Compare it with force.

Wei Shi stood beside him silently watching his nose, nose and heart.

Quarreling is a family matter, and it is not appropriate for outsiders to intervene.

Peng Wei wandered into the kitchen like a ghost with the red marks on his face from sleeping.

He touched the front of the refrigerator, looked at Xie Er who was looking at Yangzi eagerly, then at the refrigerator door blocked by him, and then at Yangzi who was "duangduangduang" chopping bones, and pondered for a moment.

"You messed with him again?"

Shell drooped his eyebrows pitifully, and nodded.

Not surprised, Peng Wei pulled him aside, took out a large bottle of Sprite from the refrigerator, and took two large glasses from the side shelf.

"Get drunk and relieve your worries, come?"

Shell looked at him like a fool, "...come on."

Peng Wei raised his eyebrows, turned around and left the kitchen with the cup and Sprite.

Xie Er stood where he was, looked at Wu Fuyang hesitantly, and tentatively called, "Yangyang."

"..."

"Yangyang?"

"..."

"Am I leaving?"

"..."

"Peng Bo called me to get drunk, did I really leave?"

"..."

"Then I'll coax you later."

"..."

Shell is gone.

Wei Shi couldn't help it, his whole body was shaking from laughing.

Wu Fuyang put the ribs into the hot water, sighed helplessly, and then smiled too.

Really, not angry at all.

In the living room, Peng Wei and Xie Er held a glass of Sprite and clinked glasses.

Peng Bo: "Watching horror movies?"

Shell:? ? ?

Pan Yue:? ? ?

"Are you addicted?"

Peng Wei thought about it for a while, and said rigorously: "It's not an addiction, but I think it's pretty good-looking."

It was still dark, and there was a beautiful sunset and clouds hanging outside.

Shell thinks he can try it, it shouldn't be so scary during the day.

"Then let it go."

Peng Wei nodded, turned on the TV, and began to choose movies.

Pan Yue, who was playing games next to him, glanced at the TV vigilantly. Taking advantage of the moment of death, he moved his mobile phone to the farthest place from the TV, with his back to the TV screen, and then turned up the volume of the earphones to the maximum.That's when I started playing games with peace of mind.

After all, Sprite is not wine, and it cannot relieve thousands of worries.

Horror movies are really effective, and Shell is now full of ghosts and core socialist values.

He approached Peng Wei tremblingly, holding a pillow in his arms.

He didn't pay attention to see what the title of the film was, it was made in China.

The background is probably after 2000, and the horror element is the usual Ghost Marriage.

Seeing the pair of baby dolls brought back by the hostess, Xie Er's pupils trembled.He's terrified of this stuff, and SD dolls.

The following plot is that the male host is always attracted by this pair of dolls for no reason, and unconsciously wants to get closer, but the hostess tries to pull him away every time.This made the male host suspicious and curious, and his obsession with Xiwawa became deeper and deeper.

Until one day, while the hostess was cooking in the kitchen, he sneaked into the bedroom to take a closer look at the pair of dolls.

He stretched out his hand towards Xiwawa, feeling more and more nervous, just when he was about to touch——

"what are you doing?"

Wu Fuyang stood behind him and touched the back of his neck, his voice echoed that of the hostess.

Shell was so frightened that his face turned pale, his muscles stiffened, his hairs stood on end, he suddenly dodged to the side, and turned his head hastily.

Wu Fuyang looked at him in confusion, with his hand still outstretched.

"Why are you scaring me?"

After being overly frightened, the heartbeat jumped to the peak in an instant, and the fear gradually faded away.Xie Er looked at Wu Fuyang, all the grievances gathered together, his eyes were red.

People have very different mood changes in front of different people.

If it was someone else today, Shell would pass away after being frightened.But it was Wu Fuyang, which made him completely unable to control his emotions.

Fear and grievances covered his reason. Xie Er knelt on the sofa and threw himself into Wu Fuyang's arms through the back of the sofa, accusing him in a trembling voice: "You scared me to death."

Wu Fuyang was taken aback, reached out to hug him, stroked the back of his head, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

While coaxing him, he looked at Peng Wei.

Peng Wei looked at him innocently, and explained in a low voice: "There was a scary point just now, you just appeared at the most scary time, and..."

Peng Wei looked at Wu Fuyang's increasingly cold face, and said cautiously: "The sentence you said happened to be heavy with the lines."

Wu Fuyang: ...

"Closed, go serve dinner."

Peng Bo followed good advice, turned off the TV and went to the kitchen.

Wu Fuyang frowned in distress, the movements of his hands became more and more gentle, and the other hand moved up to knead his