Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui was not satisfied eating a rapeseed and mushroom bun, but he seemed to be afraid that Jiang Wuqi would snatch it from him. He took one and stuffed it into his mouth. The peerless splendor she had when she was in the dust is a bit more human, and she doesn't look like an evil ghost who has practiced for thousands of years.

Jiang Wuqi was afraid that Feng Rugui would choke, so he didn't fight with him, but patted his back lightly, and said softly, "Eat slowly."

Feng Rugui felt his back was scorching hot, as if a high fire had been set off, and his bone marrow was almost boiled away. This ironic and unbearable illusion made his heart lying in the chest cavity calm down from time to time. Sometimes restless.

While chewing, he looked at Jiang Wuqi's warm eyebrows and eyes, and was slightly absent-minded.

He didn't like the rapeseed and mushroom buns, and finally used up the two rapeseed and mushroom buns squeezed in his mouth, so he didn't want to eat any more.

But on the surface, he said arrogantly: "There are three more rapeseed and shiitake mushrooms. I will donate them to the Taoist priest."

"Don't you want to be angry with the poor?" Jiang Wuqi withdrew his hand from Feng Rugui's back, not caring about Feng Rugui's arrogant posture, and said generously, "If you want to eat these three rapeseed mushroom buns, you can Eat as much as you can."

Feng Rugui didn't know why he was angry, maybe it was because Jiang Wuqi didn't know whether he was caring for him, or maybe it was because of Jiang Wuqi's gentle temperament, he was throwing out the young master's temper that he hadn't had for a long time.

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt that he had bullied Jiang Wuqi, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Wuqi using the Yangchun noodles with clear soup and little water.

Jiang Wuqi raised his head in perplexity, and in the next moment, a rapeseed mushroom bag was delivered to his lips.

He didn't open his mouth to bite the steaming rapeseed and mushroom buns, but heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Aren't you angry with me?"

Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's right hand that was holding on to the bamboo chopsticks, pulled the bamboo chopsticks out of it, and stroked the tiger's mouth with the sword cocoon, and said with a smile: "I'm not angry with you anymore, as long as you take this I ate the rapeseed and shiitake mushrooms."

"Okay." Jiang Wuqi took Feng Rugui's fingertips, biting the rapeseed and mushroom buns one by one. The rapeseed and mushroom buns were full of juice, and the juice gushed out from the opening, meandering to the back of Feng Rugui's hands and wrists, before sinking into it again. In the middle of the sleeve of the clothes, a large piece of oil stains fainted, against the fiery red soft satin, it was extremely dazzling.

"Poverty Daoist, do it yourself." After Jiang Wuqi finished speaking, he wanted to take the small half of rapeseed and shiitake mushroom bag from Feng Rugui's fingertips, but Feng Rugui refused: "Does the Taoist despise me? Even the rapeseed that I fed Don’t you even want to eat the mushroom buns?”

Jiang Wuqi shook his head and said, "It's not that the poor are unwilling, it's just that your clothes..."

"What's so important about this clothes?" Feng Rugui urged with burning eyes, "Does the Taoist priest not want me to calm down?"

Jiang Wuqi had no choice but to continue eating the rapeseed and mushroom buns. When he was about to finish eating, the last bit of dough was pinched between Feng Rugui's thumb and index finger. Feng Rugui took advantage of the situation and inserted the tip of his index finger between his lips and teeth, rubbing his tongue.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wuqi was slightly taken aback, and immediately spat out Feng Rugui's fingertips.

Feng Rugui also didn't know the reason, in order to hide his guilty conscience, he put on a casual look and said: "The Taoist priest's tongue is also very soft."

If she is a woman, Feng Rugui's behavior is really what Deng Tuzi did.

Jiang Wuqi sighed, "Feng Rugui, you..."

"What about me?" Feng Rugui was afraid that Jiang Wuqi would bluntly tell him not to do that next time, so he took another rapeseed mushroom bag and pressed it against Jiang Wuqi's lips, coaxing, "Jiang Wuqi, eat another one."

When Jiang Wuqi heard Feng Rugui calling him Jiang Wuqi, he knew that Feng Rugui had passed away, and he didn't ask what Feng Rugui wanted to do just now, so he opened his mouth to eat the rapeseed mushroom bun.

Feng Rugui fed Jiang Wuqi all three rapeseed and shiitake mushroom buns, and then handed Jiang Wuqi the handkerchief that he had been kneading for a long time before, and said: "Jiang Wuqi, I fed you three rapeseed shiitake mushroom buns. In return, I will trouble you to wipe the juice off my hands."

Jiang Wuqi took the veil with his left hand, and wiped the tip of Feng Rugui's right finger, while the right hand was still under the control of Feng Rugui's left hand, being rubbed against the tiger's mouth.

Jiang Wuqi wiped his fingertips, the back of his hands, and his wrists, and pulled up some of Feng Rugui's clothes, but the juice didn't get very deep, he pulled the clothes up to his elbows, and the juice didn't stop .

The two of them were at the table in the farthest corner, no one was paying attention, but further up, Feng Rugui's entire arm was exposed, Jiang Wuqi subconsciously thought it was inappropriate, even though Feng Rugui was a man, but... Jiang Wuqi He closed his eyes, then tore off Feng Rugui's clothes to cover his fair skin and curvaceous arms, and said, "Will you wipe it off after you go back to your room?"

"Not good." Feng Rugui refused, but obediently took back his right hand, picked up Jiang Wuqi's used bamboo chopsticks, wiped the tiger's mouth that he had rubbed for a long time, and returned the bamboo chopsticks go back.

Jiang Wuqi continued to use Yangchun noodles, and when the soup had slipped into his belly, he heard Feng Rugui ask again: "How does the rapeseed mushroom bun taste?"

When asked this question, Jiang Wuqi racked his brains but couldn't remember the taste of the rapeseed and mushroom buns at all, but Feng Rugui remembered the aroma of rouge on his fingertips clearly.

Suddenly, he felt a little hot in his ears, and after concentrating on it, he answered frankly: "I don't know what the taste of rapeseed and mushroom buns is."

When Feng Rugui heard the words, he thought to himself: I forced him to allow me to feed him, which made him feel unhappy, so he couldn't taste it?

Thinking of this, Feng Rugui stood up suddenly, the smile on his face faded, he glanced at Jiang Wuqi, and said indifferently: "You wait a minute, I'll go back to my room and change my clothes."

Jiang Wuqi didn't know why Feng Rugui was so moody, he only thought that he had been an evil ghost for thousands of years, his mind was weird, and he was unpredictable.

He stared at the empty Yangchun face in front of him, smiled wryly and thought to himself: How can I use it slowly?