wind blowing

At six o'clock the next day, the phone alarm rang on time.

The ringtone is set in advance. Beyond's "Gray Track", a very old Cantonese song, belongs to Fu Fenglan's youth.

Fu Fenglan opened his eyes, stretched his arms and turned off the alarm.

Turning his head, he looked at the sleeping child beside him, helped him tuck in the quilt, and got up lightly.

Dress, wash.

He grew up in an intellectual family in a third-tier city, and his parents were honest teachers, so he has some old-fashioned habits.

For example, when going out, I will bring a big suitcase, bring my own mouthwash cup and toothbrush and toothpaste, and bring towels from home after drying.

When brushing your teeth, you will be very careful. Follow the "Pap brushing method" taught by the dental clinic, and brush carefully for 3 minutes.

A well-ironed dark blue T-shirt, sweatpants, and a change of underwear.

Razor, aftershave lotion, travel size perfume roll-on bottle.

It looks complicated, but it's actually in order.

It only takes about 10 minutes to complete a complete set of washing and tidying.

The morning assembly time is 07:30, but Fu Fenglan is used to making preparations in advance to deal with possible emergencies.

It stands to reason that the probability of so-called emergencies approaches zero.

Press, reason, and speak.

After Fu Fenglan finished washing, she returned to the bed and found that Jing Yu sat up at some point.

Because of short-term memory loss when he just woke up, Jing Yu stared at him blankly.

This time, I quickly remembered what happened before going to bed.

Jing Yu: "You're going to record a show."

Fu Fenglan: "Yes."

Jing Yu: "When will you come back?"

Fu Fenglan wrapped the garbage from washing with paper towels and threw it neatly into the trash can.

After thinking about it, he said, "It's about nine o'clock in the evening. It seems that the night market is open tonight. The unfinished tasks during the day will continue to be done at night."

Jing Yu suddenly lost face: "It's so late."

He thought he would be off work at five or six in the afternoon.

I didn't come back until after nine o'clock.

There are not a few hours left for him and Fu Fenglan to be alone...

Jing Yu really didn't want to repeat the mistakes of last night.

It was not easy for him and Fu Fenglan to reconcile, and he should have taken advantage of this time to be gentle and promote their relationship.

It's all the show crew's fault.

Why do you have to implement 996 when recording a variety show!

Has the current entertainment circle become so introverted!

Thinking so, Jing Yu didn't dare to show it.

He is still in the probation period of "confession and repentance". He should try his best to behave well-behaved and sensible, be cautious in his words and deeds, and leave a good impression on Fu Fenglan, so as to get leniency as soon as possible.

So Jingyu reassembled her broken face and said seriously: "Night market? The night market is good. It can just show the customs of the town, inject new vitality into the revitalization of the countryside and the construction of a beautiful new countryside, vigorously develop tourism, and promote new urban development."

Fu Fenglan: "...Where did you learn the words?"

Jing Yu confessed honestly: "I watched the news broadcast for a while in the car last night."

Fu Fenglan curled his lower lip: "That's right, the ideological consciousness is quite high."

At this moment, Jing Yu was sitting softly on the bed, her eyes half-closed, surrounded by piles of quilts, in fact she looked very much like a little polar bear surrounded by snow.

very cute.

Makes one want to rua a rua his head.

I wanted to hold him in my arms and take a deep breath.

However, Fu Fenglan is well aware of the child's temperament, knowing that he has always been smart, good at observing words and demeanor, and making progress.

Once he showed a relaxed expression, the child dared to hit the snake with a stick in the next second, and hugged him with a hug.

Then it won't work as a warning.

So Fu Fenglan hardened his heart and ignored his pitifulness.

He said in a flat tone: "It's quite early, you can sleep a little longer, watch TV or read a book during the day, do whatever you want, and I'll be back at night."

After speaking, he turned around and was ready to go.

Jing Yu whispered: "But... I'm hungry."

Fu Fenglan: "Shall I order room service for you? Or do you want to eat takeaway, soup buns? Bean paste buns?"

Jing Yu shook her head: "Come here, come here and I will tell you."

Fu Fenglan raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

Six forty.

It's still a while before I leave work.

So he tried to keep a calm expression, went back to the bed, lowered his eyes and asked him: "What?"

Jing Yu: "Squat down a little, I'm afraid you can't hear clearly."

Fu Fenglan had no choice but to sit down.

As soon as I attached my ears, I felt a thin warm current blowing from my ears.

Jing Yu whispered: "I want to eat... pig ears."

After finishing speaking, the tips of the small teeth bit Fu Fenglan's earlobe.

Fu Fenglan trembled almost instantly.

He has always taken the initiative in the affair between the two of them.

Out of shyness, Jing Yu usually closes her eyes and is held down by him, like this or that.

Now it's the other way around.

Jing Yu really seemed to be hungry all night, she sucked his earlobe in her mouth, and the tip of her tongue deftly penetrated into his ear, licking the outline and ear canal.

Fu Fenglan couldn't take it anymore, so he groaned softly.

It's really... an experience I've never had before.

The ears are hot and crispy.

Subtle itching, like a feather scratching lightly inside.

ambiguous.

frivolous.

charming.

At this moment, Fu Fenglan's only thought turned out to be:

Fortunately, his hygiene habits have been good.

Fortunately, I cleaned my ears carefully when I washed it just now.

This silent presumption is a hint.

The child is trying to please him, but also testing him.

He should have thought a long time ago that Jing Yu was clever and eccentric, so of course she would not honestly admit her mistakes and contemplate her mistakes behind closed doors.

He must have the courage to pee on his territory.

He should seriously push him away, continue to pretend to be calm, and walk away.

But after raising his hand a few times, Fu Fenglan finally firmly grasped Jing Yu's arm, and pressed him deeper into his arms.

When she was sleeping last night, Jing Yu didn't dare to shoot the gun, but she couldn't help but still hugged his arm, her little head buried in the hollow of his neck.

He said that after so many days of cold war, he missed him.

The little snore was loud, as if he had slept soundly for the first time in many days.

Why is he not.

The slightest touch of the body seems to be on fire.