Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feet crossed, spine straight, shoulders open, hands knotted below the navel, head centered, eyes slightly closed, tongue licking the roof of the palate, there is clearly no mistake in the meditation posture, but why is the breath so disordered?

Jiang Wuqi didn't know the reason at all, the more he tried to exhale smoothly, the more chaotic the exhalation became.

It took a long time to calm down and get rid of distracting thoughts before his breathing became smooth.

Feng Rugui heard that Jiang Wuqi was exhaling evenly, so he couldn't help but turn around and look at Jiang Wuqi.

Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows and eyes, Jiang Wuqi's lips, Jiang Wuqi's earlobe with his tooth marks embedded, Jiang Wuqi's lapel that he rubbed open, the bright red of Jiang Wuqi's lapel that he crushed with his teeth... Everything about Jiang Wuqi is to him, everything It is very appropriate, and then lure him to get close to it.

He knew that Jiang Wuqi, who was already in meditation, would never notice that he was staring at him beyond the norm, so he could use his eyes to describe Jiang Wuqi carefully.

But why did he have such thoughts?Jiang Wuqi is a gentleman, with warm eyebrows and eyes, pampering him in every possible way and allowing him to bully, obviously because Jiang Wuqi has pity for him.

He desperately recalled Jiang Wuqi's expression every time he was injured, and immediately concluded that what he expected was right.

Jiang Wuqi treated him kindly out of pity, so what was he thinking about Jiang Wuqi?

He thought about Jiang Wuqi's panic and shyness when he suddenly pushed the door open just now, and the scorching heat that resulted from it, and he had to admit that Xu Jiang Wuqi was not just someone who could suck blood, snuggle, and bully to him.

Maybe he... Maybe he was moved by Jiang Wuqi?

If not, why did he tremble with fear when he saw billowing white smoke rising from Liang Jingwen's residence?

However, Jiang Wuqi doesn't touch meat or love, so how can he respond to him?

Only Miss Liu Yu Jiang Wuqi is special, and he is just one of the many living beings who met Jiang Wuqi by chance and roguely relied on his grinding addiction to attract Jiang Wuqi's pity.

Jiang Wuqi will return to vulgarity for Miss Liu, and will not hesitate to live up to the expectations of Taoist Daigo who raised him up for Miss Liu.

But how could Jiang Wuqi return to vulgarity for him?

Jiang Wuqi is by no means broken sleeves, what Jiang Wuqi likes is Miss Liu, the physical body he lives in is just an obstacle between Jiang Wuqi and Miss Liu.

Now Miss Liu has not shown up yet, when Miss Liu shows up, unless Jiang Wuqi is trapped by her side by shameless means, otherwise Jiang Wuqi will definitely live with Miss Liu, so how can she remember him.

He suddenly felt that his eyes were so blurred that he could no longer see Jiang Wuqi clearly.

But what does Jiang Wuqi's appearance have to do with him?

There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, and that sneer turned into a wry smile, and the wry smile vanished into nothingness. After a while, his face showed a dull look.

At this time, Biansheng hugged him into his arms with both hands, and sighed: "Feng Rugui, why are you crying?"

Did I cry?No wonder the eyes are so blurry.

Feng Rugui raised his head to look at Jiang Wuqi through the dense fog, "Jiang Wuqi, haven't you settled down?"

"Pindao was about to enter meditation, but seeing you cry, how can he still enter meditation?" Jiang Wuqi took out the handkerchief, wiped away the tears on Feng Rugui's eyelashes, and then wiped Feng Rugui's wet cheeks , and asked again, "Why are you crying?"

"I..." Feng Rugui never shed tears easily. Even if he was forced to throw himself into the lake by his biological father, he never cried and begged. Looking at Jiang Wuqi's body temperature, he suddenly felt as if he had been wronged by the sky, and couldn't stop crying.

Jiang Wuqi saw countless teardrops gushing from Feng Rugui's eye sockets, and was helpless for a moment.

Feng Rugui pushed aside the wet veil, wiped tears carelessly on Jiang Wuqi's skirt, hooked Jiang Wuqi's back neck with his hands, and circled Jiang Wuqi's waist with his feet, like a dodder flower It entangled the host it depended on for survival.

Feng Rugui exerted a lot of force, Jiang Wuqi felt a little uncomfortable, but he lowered his head and didn't ask the reason anymore, letting Feng Rugui hold him and cry.

Feng Rugui is moody and capricious, but this is the first time he sees Feng Rugui shed tears.

Feng Rugui's face is like Shunhua, his muscles and bones are glamorous, his gestures are charming, but now Feng Rugui in his arms does not have the glamor of the past.

Hearing Feng Rugui crying so sadly, his heart trembled, and after the tremor, there was an indescribable pain.

He is not a man of eloquence, and he doesn't know who and what caused Feng Rugui to cry, so he can only say over and over again: "Don't cry, don't cry..."

Feng Rugui was not easy to coax, for a long time, there was still no sign of stopping crying.

Jiang Wuqi racked his brains, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Feng Rugui's red dress, and he had a flash of inspiration: "How do you like the poor way to buy gold hairpin Buyao, rouge and powder Dai?"

Hearing this, Feng Rugui burst into tears and said: "I don't want your golden hairpin, nor your rouge, I want you...I want you..."

I want you to kiss me, I want you to promise that you won't fall in love with Miss Liu, I want you to return to vulgarity for me... But all these appeals are just in vain to embarrass Jiang Wuqi, how can Jiang Wuqi do it.

Feng Rugui suddenly understood why the original body worked so hard to seduce and coerce him to get Jiang Wuqi.

There is no other such good Jiang Wuqi in the world, if he can't get it, how can he be reconciled?After being entangled for a while, how can I let go, why not just suck up the essence and blood, refine it into a elixir, and turn it into a part of my body.

But such a good Jiang Wuqi has no reason to be treated so cruelly, Jiang Wuqi and Miss Liu are the best match when they are together.

——Not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled, already having Jiang Wuqi's pampering, how can he be reconciled?

Thinking of this, he simply didn't think about anything, and covered his lower lip, wanting to kiss Jiang Wuqi's lips.

But when his eyes touched Jiang Wuqi's gentle and worried eyes, he couldn't kiss anymore, turned his head, and kissed Jiang Wuqi's chin instead.

As soon as he touched and left, he suddenly let go of Jiang Wuqi and backed away in a hurry, until his back hit the wall heavily, then he pointed at the door and said coldly: "Jiang Wuqi, get out."

The crisp sound rushed into Jiang Wuqi's ears, shaking the cochlea hidden in it painfully.

He subconsciously glanced at his empty arms, and looked at Feng Rugui: "What do you want?"

Seeing that Feng Rugui didn't answer, he hurriedly added: "Whatever you want, I will allow you."

"Really?" Feng Rugui stroked his temple hair and chuckled, "I want you to go out."

Jiang Wuqi froze in place, his feet seemed to be nailed to death, if Feng Rugui asked him to go out another day, he would go out, but Feng Rugui in front of him really made him feel uneasy.

He tentatively put his hand on Feng Rugui's cheek, but he didn't get any refusal before he put his hand on it.

Feng Rugui's face was wet, and tiny teardrops continued to flow down, soaking Jiang Wuqi's hands in an instant, not even letting go of the crevices of his fingers.

Feng Rugui expected that Jiang Wuqi should have gone out. Jiang Wuqi shouldn't bear his temper, but Jiang Wuqi's temperature came from his cheeks.

"Jiang Wuqi..." Feng Rugui could no longer take a tough posture, and his soft eyes fell on Jiang Wuqi, "Jiang Wuqi, I'm a little sleepy, can you sleep with me for a while?"

Jiang Wuqi didn't know why Feng Rugui's face changed so quickly, but he still managed to get on the bed.

In the next moment, Na Feng Rugui slipped into his arms, using both hands and feet together, hugged him tightly.

Feng Rugui's behavior is really incomprehensible, but no matter what, it's good that Feng Rugui didn't ask him to go out with sarcasm anymore.

His breathing went from chaotic which is hard to be regulated, to smooth rhythm which is about to be regulated, and then to inexplicable sluggishness when seeing Feng Rugui weeping, but now it is slightly out of order.

In order for Feng Rugui to sleep more comfortably, he took off Hua Sheng from Feng Rugui's bun, and Feng Rugui's black hair immediately fell down, and a few strands fell on his neck, feeling slightly chilled.

Feng Rugui was patted on the back by Jiang Wuqi, his heart gradually settled down, and soon he stopped crying, and fell asleep drowsily.

In the dream, there was no Miss Liu, and no one else. There were only him and Jiang Wuqi in the world. Jiang Wuqi took off his blue Deluo and put on an ordinary gown. He took his hand and confessed with shame: " Feng Rugui, I am happy with you."

He replied anxiously: "Jiang Wuqi, I am also happy with you."

Then, Jiang Wuqi kissed his lips, and he responded jerky, and then, Jiang Wuqi took off the clothes of the two of them, and pressed him to the ground, and then, he ushered in a long cloud and rain.

It's easy to wake up from a good dream, but before he could feel the feeling of having sex with Jiang Wuqi, a curse hit his ear: "Baobaxing, you let two strangers live in my old home for no reason without my permission. Is it okay to be an old man who is dead?"

Hearing the sound, he suddenly opened his eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, Jiang Wuqi's chin came into his eyes, and his cheeks immediately became hot.

Jiang Wuqi was looking sideways at the door, and realized that he was awake, turned around, and said softly, "What's wrong with you?"

But it turned out that Jiang Wuqi thought that something was wrong with him, so he lost his temper?

After he had slept, he had calmed down, and with a wry smile in his heart, he ordered himself not to lose his temper with Jiang Wuqi again.

He took another deep breath, let go of Jiang Wuqi with both hands and feet, got down on the bed, put on his middle coat and outer shirt, tied his black waist belt, and with his black hair loose, pushed the door and went out.

Not far from the door, there is an old woman and a woman. The old woman's face is full of ravines, her eyes are full of disgust, her right hand is holding a dove stick, and her left hand is hanging down. There is a dazzling slap mark printed on it.

The old woman was over fifty years old, she still had eyesight and ears, she could hear things, she turned her head and stared at Feng Rugui to look up and down.

The old woman's scrutinizing eyes were like sharp knives, trying to cut him open inch by inch. If you look carefully, even the bone marrow and internal organs were not spared.

After a while, the old woman said in an old voice: "Nie Yi!"

Before Feng Rugui could open his mouth, Jiang Wuqi stood in front of Feng Rugui, frowned and said, "Old man, you can speak too much."

The old woman actually said aggressively: "He is a man, but he is dressed as a woman, turning Yin and Yang upside down, and the old man scolded him for being evil, but you, as a monk, slept in the same room with an evil, not because of the evil. If you are calm, you have made peace with this evil obstacle."

After that, she stared at the woman again and said: "You take this evil obstacle and this Taoist priest and get out, don't get in the way of the old man here."

The woman glanced at Feng Rugui, then at Jiang Wuqi, and was about to speak, but she heard that Feng Rugui smiled and said, "You want me to go, but I will not go."

Feng Rugui sat on a grand teacher's chair at the top of the hall, with a stretched figure and a proud expression, he didn't pay attention to the unreasonable old woman at all, and said politely to the woman: "Madam, please make me a cup of tea." .”

Seeing that Feng Rugui dared to sit on the grand teacher's chair, the old woman turned pale with anger, her heart was raging with rage, her fingers trembled, and the dove stick kept hitting the ground, and then she hurried up to Feng Rugui and held up the dove The stick rushed straight towards Feng Rugui's face.

＊＊＊＊＊＊

Note:

Legend has it that the dove is a bird that does not choke, and the pattern of doves is carved on the head of the stick, hoping that the elderly will prevent choking when eating.