Vicious female supporting role, gender male

After the two ghosts arrived in Fuqu City, Fu Mingxu went to a small stall at the entrance of Fuqu Lane to find a sugar painter, while Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi found a breakfast shop together.

Feng Rugui just wanted to eat tofu nao, deep-fried dough sticks, and scones filled with chive and egg. Unexpectedly, tofu nao and fried dough sticks were still available, but the scones filled with leek and egg were sold out.

Feng Rugui grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hand and kneaded it, but looked at the shopkeeper full of resentment.

The scones filled with leeks and eggs were indeed sold out, but when Feng Rugui looked at them like this, the shopkeeper felt that he had done something heinous, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, the scones filled with leeks and eggs are sold out today." When it's over, I invite the young lady to visit the shop again tomorrow."

Seeing the apologetic expression on the shopkeeper's face, Jiang Wuqi advised, "Don't make things difficult for the shopkeeper, we'll come back tomorrow."

Feng Rugui threw himself into Jiang Wuqi's arms, grabbed some of Jiang Wuqi's lapel, pursed his mouth, and said aggrievedly: "Wuqi, my scones, my scones stuffed with leeks and eggs..."

Jiang Wuqi's heart softened after being summoned by Feng Rugui, he gently stroked his back and said, "How about eating chives and pork stuffing today?"

"Fine." Feng Rugui stood on tiptoe, kissed the corner of Jiang Wuqi's lips, and complained half-truthfully, "It's all your fault for walking too slowly."

It's obvious that Fu Mingxu's footsteps are too slow. If only Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi are alone, the ten-mile journey from Fujia Village to Fuqu City District will only take a cup of tea at most.

Hearing Feng Rugui's complaints, Jiang Wuqi still said softly: "It's all the fault of the poor."

Feng Rugui knew that he was being unreasonable, but when he saw Jiang Wuqi admitting his mistake, he said even more, "I only planned to eat a scone at first, but since I couldn't eat the leek and egg stuffing because of you, in order to make up for me , just buy me two scones stuffed with shallot and pork."

Jiang Wuqi rubbed Feng Rugui's temple hair, and said with a smile, "You can eat as much as you like, as long as you don't get upset."

Being pampered by Jiang Wuqi, Feng Rugui felt a little shy for some reason, but for a moment, like a young animal with its teeth and claws open, Feng Rugui hummed to Jiang Wuqi: "Don't mess up my temples."

Jiang Wuqi withdrew his hand in embarrassment, but Feng Rugui held that hand, and then, Feng Rugui actually lowered his head and bit his palm.

The palm of his hand immediately felt slightly numb, similar to the feeling yesterday when Feng Rugui stuck the tip of his tongue into his mouth to make trouble.

Feng Rugui bit Jiang Wuqi's palm, then pulled Jiang Wuqi to sit at a table outside the breakfast shop, then raised his voice to the shopkeeper, "I want a bowl of tofu nao, two fried dough sticks, and two more. Scallion pork scones."

Jiang Wuqi subconsciously looked at his palm, there were shallow tooth marks embedded in the palm, the tooth marks were wet, stained with body fluid from Feng Rugui's mouth, this body fluid tasted like candied haws?

He was contemplating, but he smelled Feng Rugui and urged: "Wuqi, what do you want to eat?"

"Like home..." Jiang Wuqi called out instinctively before looking at the shopkeeper, "A bowl of soy milk and a basket of mixed vegetable buns."

Hearing Jiang Wuqi call himself Rugui, Feng Rugui couldn't help rubbing the back of Jiang Wuqi's hand that was placed on the table.

When Jiang Wuqi looked back at him suspiciously, he turned his head away as if he didn't know it, and stared at the shopkeeper who was serving tofu nao.

The shopkeeper put the tofu brains in a thick porcelain bowl, and asked Feng Rugui, "Does this lady want the salty ones or the sweet ones?"

Feng Rugui couldn't wait to say: "If you want something salty, add some mustard, chili oil, and diced green onion."

The shopkeeper added seasonings as he said, brought them over, and asked Jiang Wuqi, "Does this young man want salty food like your wife?"

"It's salty, so there's no need to add seasoning." For Jiang Wuqi, both salty and sweet are acceptable, but because he can't eat meat or spicy food, he doesn't add seasoning.

Along the way, there were countless people who misunderstood him and Jiang Wuqi as husband and wife. Feng Rugui had long been used to it, but after the kiss last night, he had the courage to say to Jiang Wuqi, "If I was really a woman, would you marry me?" Me as a wife?"

Marrying Feng is like being a wife?

He was originally a Taoist priest who became a monk, and he was not allowed to marry a wife and have children according to the rules of the sect, unless he broke the family and returned to vulgarity, but if he married Feng Rugui as his wife, he could hold Feng Rugui's thin waist in his arms and caress it wantonly A pair of butterfly bones, taste the taste in Feng Rugui's mouth again, strip off Feng Rugui's clothes, bully Feng Rugui to the point of tears, and force Feng Rugui to groan... But he clearly knew yesterday He had already promised Feng Rugui that he would not bully Yu Feng Rugui again, how could he break his promise?

And Feng Rugui is not a woman.

Jiang Wuqi thought for a long time, and said seriously: "You are not a woman."

Can't it be a woman?

That's right, Jiang Wuqi definitely didn't have a broken sleeve, and of course he couldn't if he wasn't a woman.

Feng Rugui couldn't help being disappointed, he picked up the deep-fried dough sticks, and used up the tofu nao after dipping them in, and insisted on eating the tofu nao with a spoon.

Jiang Wuqi reached out and patted Feng Rugui's back to comfort him, but Feng Rugui gave him a stare.

Then, Feng Rugui patted Jiang Wuqi's hand away, and went to eat chive pork scones again.

Jiang Wuqi looked at his empty palm, and his heart was also empty.

After Feng Rugui ate the scones, he had already dissipated. Seeing that the salty soy milk and mixed vegetable buns in front of Jiang Wuqi hadn't been touched at all, he couldn't help asking, "Why don't you eat them?"

Jiang Wuqi was reminded by Feng Rugui before going to eat his own breakfast.

The salty soy milk and mixed vegetable buns are very delicious, his sense of taste tells him so, but he does not have the slightest pleasure of eating delicious food in his mind, instead his mind is full of images of Shi Caifeng Rugui clapping his hand away .

In fact, the reason why he comforted Feng Rugui last night was not to let Feng Rugui stay by his side with peace of mind, but because he hoped that Feng Rugui would be within his reach?It doesn't matter even if Feng Rugui sucks his blood when his addiction breaks out, even if he dies because of it...it doesn't matter.

I don't know when, Fengru became so important to him, this kind of emotion of worrying about gains and losses, he had never tasted it in his life, it was very strange.

He once said to Feng Rugui that he treated Feng Rugui better than his dearest relatives, he didn't have time to think about it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, why did he say that?

He was sent into the Taoist sect by his parents since he was a child, and since then, he has been with his seniors all day long. The Taoist master sometimes retreats and sometimes travels, and rarely teaches him. Most of the people who teach him are seniors, but between him and seniors, there is almost nothing. How could Feng Rugui be so close without physical contact?

He was over forty years old and his parents passed away one after another. He still looked like a teenager. When he went to the funeral twice, he cried a lot.

He is boring by nature, he is not the brother who loves the most, and his parents have three sons and a daughter, and he is not the child they love the most. Everyone knows that he is very boring, can't tell witty words, and can't please others.

If senior brothers and parents are regarded as close relatives and loved ones, Feng Rugui can easily compare them.

But is Feng Rugui tired of him now?Feng Rugui had never slapped his hand away before.

Feng Rugui sensed that Jiang Wuqi was quite absent-minded, and asked with concern, "Isn't it delicious?"

Jiang Wuqi heard Feng Rugui's concern, put down the bamboo chopsticks, raised his eyes to look at Feng Rugui and said, "Is it boring to be poor?"

Feng Rugui didn't know why Jiang Wuqi asked this question, and replied with a smile: "No, you are much more interesting to me than other people and things."

Jiang Wuqi frowned: "Are you joking about the poor?"

Feng Rugui smiled and said, "Why am I making fun of you?"

Jiang Wuqi asked solemnly: "What's so interesting about being poor? I don't know about being poor."

Feng Rugui raised his hand to cover Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows, smoothed those eyebrows, and then meandered to Jiang Wuqi's lips, rubbing gently: "Your appearance is very interesting now."

"Really?" Jiang Wuqi questioned, but saw that Feng Rugui actually put the fingertips that had pressed his lips into his mouth to suck.

Feng Rugui met Jiang Wuqi's gaze, his eyes were full of charm, he opened his lips, revealing a small tip of his tongue, which wrapped around his own white fingertips, making people blush and heartbeat.

With this posture, he said vaguely: "The taste of salty soy milk is really good."

So Feng Rugui's mouth tastes like salty soy milk?

Would love to try it again.

Jiang Wuqi was thinking like this, but Feng Rugui secretly added in his heart: The salty soy milk snatched from Wuqi's lips tastes really good.

Jiang Wuqi silently recited the method of concentrating and calming his mind, and then pushed his bowl of salty soy milk that still had half of it left in front of Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui knew that Jiang Wuqi was going to give him the salty soy milk, but he sucked his fingertips smugly, and said narrowly on purpose: "Could it be that the Taoist priest wants me to feed you, little lady?"

Before Jiang Wuqi could reply, he picked up the spoon, took a spoonful, and brought it to Jiang Wuqi's lips.

Jiang Wuqi opened his mouth to speak, but the soy milk was fed into his mouth, spoon by spoon, without stopping.

It wasn't until he saw the bottom of the bowl that he had no choice but to say: "As home, why did you slap the hand of Pindao away just now, did Pindao offend you?"

Jiang Wuqi naturally made him unhappy, but it was not Jiang Wuqi's fault.

But Feng Rugui said: "Master Daoist, you really annoyed me, so you have to do something to me."

Jiang Wuqi said without hesitation, "What's the matter?"

Feng Rugui reached out to pick up an assorted vegetable bun, rubbed Jiang Wuqi's lips, and then replied, "I'll feed you this assorted vegetable bun with my own hands."

Jiang Wuqi nodded, and immediately took Feng Rugui's hand to eat the assorted vegetable bun.

After Kankan took a bite, he tasted it, not simply through taste perception.

There were four mixed vegetable buns in a cage, and he had eaten up one of them, and Feng Rugui fed him the remaining three, and when he took the last bite of the last one, Feng Rugui's fingertips were just as close as the tip of his tongue. With a slight difference, the tip of his tongue seemed to have self-awareness, carefully, and seemingly unintentionally brushed against Feng Rugui's fingertips.

His heart skipped a beat, and after a while, he felt that Feng Rugui's fingertips were tofu nao, deep-fried dough sticks, chive pork scones and...salty soy milk.

——There were faint traces of body fluid on the fingertips.

He suddenly felt his ears burning, and at the same time he was extremely ashamed.

He is an upright person, but a moment ago, while Feng Rugui was feeding him mixed vegetable buns, he looked for an opportunity to thin Feng Rugui's fingertips.

He peeped at Feng Rugui anxiously, Feng Rugui just took a Zhang Sipa to wipe off the oil on his hands, Feng Rugui shouldn't have noticed his behavior as a disciple?

After wiping his fingertips, Feng Rugui wiped Jiang Wuqi's lips. Finally, he threw the silk handkerchief on the table, then reached into Jiang Wuqi's arms, took out copper coins, and placed them one by one. on the table.

Jiang Wuqi's heart obviously had never been touched by Feng Rugui's fingertips, but it suddenly became noisy.

Is it because of doing something wrong?

Jiang Wuqi's expression was the same as usual, Feng Rugui didn't know that his heart was turbulent, he grabbed his hand and said cheerfully: "Wuqi, let's go see Fu Mingxu draw sugar figures, I have never seen anyone draw sugar figures before." .”

When Feng Rugui was the second son, he was pampered and pampered. He only asked the boy to buy such a market thing as a candy man to try it out; In the ghost mountain; after going down the ghost mountain with Jiang Wuqi, he has never seen a sugar painter's stall.