It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Fang Feng is holding an entertainment company called Yunfeng.

"Tell me." Feng Quan's current mother looked at him, "How are you doing?"

Facing the mother with this body, Feng Quan had complicated emotions.He rubbed his nose and nodded. "yes."

Fang Feng said: "A few days ago, I saw your name in the guest list of the program I planned, and I wanted to come back to see how you are doing. Look at this, the exam is not bad?"

Feng Quan nodded again, "It's okay.... How many days ago?"

"It's the 'Looking for the Origin of Dreams' that Chang Yiguan participated in."

Feng Quan hesitated and said, "...Isn't this what happened several months ago?"

Fang Feng said: "It's all the same." After finishing speaking, he looked at Yin Cong who was sitting beside Feng Quan, "Friend?"

Feng Quan nodded, "Yes."

Fang Feng raised his eyebrows, "I will still be able to hide in the golden house."

Feng Quan: "...Huh?"

Fang Feng turned his head and looked at the furnishings of the living room and dining room in the house, with a pointed tone:

"Looking at the cleanliness of the house, you can tell that you have lived here for a long time, right?"

Feng Quan thought that Ms. Fang Feng used the idiom "Golden House Cangjiao", because she could see the relationship between him and Yin Cong. It turned out that this lady also knew that her son was a messy person who didn't fit the current tidy home. people.

Yin Cong nodded politely to Fang Feng, and said: "At the beginning, there was no place to go, and Feng Quan agreed to let me live here. I was negligent for not asking Madam for your opinion in advance."

Fang Feng smiled lightly, "I was negligent, I forgot that Feng Quan still has a mother. To be honest, if it wasn't for helping his child's college entrance examination, I would have forgotten that I also have a son who is about the same age."

Feng Quan: "..."

Fang Feng looked at Yin Cong appreciatively, his formal sitting posture and elegant temperament made her unable to help but look him up and down.Then he looked at Feng Quan who was next to him with his trousers rolled up to his knees and his shirt up, and said to Yin Cong:

"Koizumi has a friend like you, so I feel more at ease. I'm busy with work, I even forgot that he is a senior in high school this year, and I thought he just started middle school—you are taking care of him, it's really hard work."

Feng Quan felt that Ms. Fang Feng's expression on Yin Cong's face didn't seem to be saying "You've worked hard", but "It's good that my son is you".

After saying a few words, Fang Feng took the initiative to say:

"My son finished his college entrance examination, and my mother cooks a delicious meal by herself!"

Feng Quan said, "I want to eat shrimp!"

Yin Cong looked at him, "It's not in the refrigerator."

Feng Quan thought for a while, "Where's the chicken breast?"

"I just finished eating yesterday."

Feng Quan curled his lips, "Forget it, you know what you bought, so you can order."

Yin Cong said: "You go to take a shower, the change of clothes is in the closet in your room, the second drawer on the left."

"Row."

Fang Feng, who walked to the door of the kitchen, heard the conversation between the two, and looked at them with relief.

It's just that Feng Quan and Yin Cong still couldn't eat the meal cooked by Fang Fangfeng, a mother who hadn't seen each other for more than a year.As soon as Fang Feng washed the dishes, he received a call. While talking to the person on the other side of the phone, he looked apologetically at Yin Cong who was sitting on the sofa, and hurried out.

After a while, Fang Feng's car drove away.

Feng Quan came out of the shower, and it was Yin Cong who was cooking in the kitchen.He rubbed his hair and asked:

"Ms. Fang is gone?"

Yin Cong nodded and said, "She seems very busy."

Feng Quan shrugged, sat on the sofa, picked up an apple from the bag, took a bite, and said vaguely:

"Everyone is busy."

When Yin Cong ordered the porridge, he came out of the kitchen, reached out to take the apple that Feng Quan was biting into, and sat beside Feng Quan to peel it.

"The ones in the bag haven't been washed, next time I'll eat the ones on the plate."

Feng Quan tilted his head and looked at Yin Cong's serious profile with a smile.

After the apple was peeled, Yin Cong handed it to him.Feng Quan took it, but didn't rush to eat it, but said to Yin Cong:

"Can I kiss you?"

Yin Cong was taken aback.

Feng Quan waited for the other party's reaction.After Yin Cong was stunned for a moment, he coughed slightly and said, "... yes."

Feng Quan's eyes lit up, and he sat down, shoulder to shoulder with Yin Cong.Then he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his shoulders.

He approached slowly, staring at Yin Cong's expression, and said softly:

"That's what you said..."

Yin Cong froze his body, but waited calmly for Feng Quan's approach.Feng Quan glanced down and saw the reddish neck of the other party, knowing that he was pretending to be calm, he couldn't help smiling.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and Feng Quan can already see the fine hairs on Yin Cong's fair face at close range, but Yin Cong suddenly said:

"Wait a moment."

Feng Quan stopped his movements, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"

Yin Cong looked at him, examining his eyes, "Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Brushed."

Yin Cong nodded, "Then... let's continue."

Feng Quan approached again, and Yin Cong thought of something again, and quickly pecked Yin Cong on the face.After kissing, he looked at Yin Cong and said:

"Tsk, the head is not accurate, and the kiss didn't reach the mouth."

Yin Cong blushed from neck to side, but his expression was still calm. He pushed Feng Quan away and said:

"I'll go and see how the porridge is doing."

After eating, Feng Quan lay on the bed and received a call from Feng Jing.

The other party first whispered, "Is that friend of yours here?"

Feng Quan smiled and said: "Look at you, it doesn't matter if he's here, I've already finished the college entrance examination."

Feng Jing seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and then said, "Brother, I remember you dealt with Painted Skin Ghost before?"

Feng Quan said: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"I'm currently handling a very weird case. I haven't been able to find a clue for two consecutive months... There are several corpses sent to the Celestial Master, and they all have two faces."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, "Faceless?"

"Yes." Feng Jing said, "It's hard to say the specific situation, since your cousin has already finished the exam, do you want to come over?"

"It's okay," Feng Quan thought for a while, "Exercise your muscles and bones. But you are busy these few days, let me take a break and fill in a volunteer."

Feng Jing on the opposite side was speechless for a while, and then said: "...Yes, although it seems difficult, but in fact this matter is not very important. Although the deceased's two faces are a bit weird, but I can be sure that these people are normal Death is not caused by ghosts. When you are free, cousin, remember to contact me."

Feng Quan pinched his fingers and calculated, "Are you in the capital?"

"Yes."

"Then you wait another five days, and I will be there in five days."

Feng Jing's tone was unexpected, "Didn't you say you want to rest for a while?"

Feng Quan said: "Isn't the three-year family trial about to start, just take this time to take a look."

Feng Jing said unexpectedly: "I thought cousin, you finally got rid of the Feng family... you won't want to come back again."

"I'm not going back, just to take a look." Feng Quan said, "Didn't you say that the Celestial Master is dying. I hope this is my last time to participate."

After hanging up the phone with Feng Jing, Feng Quan picked up a book and read it for a while, and couldn't help it, so he went to the door of Yin Cong's room with his pillow in his arms.

He listened inside, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Please come in."

Yin Congzheng was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing a pair of round-frame glasses, and holding a book with his head down.Feng Quan walked to Yin Cong's bedside, and climbed into Yin Cong's bed very consciously without being greeted by the other party, lifted the quilt and sat in.

Yin Cong turned to look at him, "Why did you come to my room?"

Feng Quan patted the pillow, "We are in a relationship! I want to sleep with you, can't I?"

Yin Cong came to a sudden, and said: "Oh, I remembered. It is indeed the case."

Feng Quan stared slightly, "How dare you forget?"

Yin Cong bluntly changed the topic: "I warmed up the milk, do you want to drink it?"

Feng Quan shook his head, "Why did you start drinking milk?"

Yin Cong touched the top of his head and said with a serious expression: "I think I can grow taller?"

"Grow taller?"

Yin Congdao: "I didn't think so before, but now I have been reading under the light for a long time, and my eyes will be sore. This is a human physiological reaction-so I think that the height should also continue to grow."

Feng Quan looked at Yin Cong speechlessly, and suddenly felt blessed, "You can't be, remember what I said a few months ago...I'm much taller than you?"

Yin Cong pursed his lips and turned his head away.

Feng Quan refused to let go, grabbed the book in his hand and put it on the table, and pressed himself on Yin Cong, looking down at him condescendingly.

Yin Cong's eyes slid down to the bridge of his nose, and his eyelashes were very black, sweeping to the frame of his glasses, giving him an elegant and abstinent feeling.Feng Quan reached out and took off Yin Cong's glasses, looked into his eyes, and said:

"Do you feel... the atmosphere is a little better now?"

"atmosphere?"

Feng Quan said, "I want to kiss you."

He didn't know when his eyes became hot, and Yin Cong couldn't help turning his face slightly.

Feng Quan asked: "Is it possible?"

"……Um."

Feng Quan leaned over, and just when the two breaths were almost blending together, Yin Cong suddenly said: "That..."

Feng Quan said, "I brushed my teeth."

"Not this." Yin Cong lowered his eyes, embarrassed to look directly at Feng Quan. "You obviously haven't been like this before..."

Feng Quan understood his unfinished words, smiled, and said: "Before? I didn't dare, you are better than the dean, if I make you unhappy, and you speak ill of my class teacher, then I will punish you. Exam papers are exhausting."

Yin Cong stared slightly, "Can you make me unhappy now?"

Feng Quan proudly said: "Yes." Then he bent down.

The two pairs of lips touch together, the soft touch is also warm.

Counting, this is actually the first serious kiss between the two.

After Feng Quan kissed him for a while, he didn't move. In fact, he was also a little dazed.After a while, he moved his lips lightly, then tentatively stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick Yin Cong's lips.

The latter suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his whole face quickly turned red.

The temperature on Feng Quan's face rose, he moved away a little, looked at Yin Cong's half-reclining posture, and said "kindly":

"This position is uncomfortable, you lie down quickly. Let's continue."