Ageless Seducer

Guan Fengyue brought a dark green travel bag of her own from the next door, and poured out a lot of bottles and cans. Fu Qingzhu asked, "You guys who eat?"

"Exactly." When Guan Fengyue was in a good mood, her tone of voice changed, and Fu Qingzhu's eyelids twitched: "You don't think—"

"Try." The other party raised his eyes and smiled, and pushed him outside the house, "Wait, I'll call you when I'm done."

Facing the closed door, Fu Qingzhu had helplessness written all over his face.

The person who was still lying on the bed didn't know that during the few hours he fell asleep, Guan Fengyue had already arranged his future life.

"After a while, when you recover a little bit, Master will take you out for a walk." The bearded uncle carefully painted a picture in his hand. After thousands of years of wandering, he has forgotten many things, but this initial I still remember some of my craft.

Guan Fengyue made her own mask and gently covered it on the face of the ancient corpse. After that, she bit her finger and drew a blood talisman.The blood melted into the mask, and the face of the ancient corpse instantly changed into another appearance. At first glance, it still looked a bit like Fu Qingzhu, but upon closer inspection, it was not the same.

Guan Fengyue shook her hand, and the wound on her index finger healed quickly.He tilted his head, took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and wandered out of the room.

"You're done." He smiled and stretched his waist, "Look, I think my makeup skills have improved to another level."

Fu Qingzhu glanced at the photos in Guan Fengyue's phone, and felt much more at ease.

"This is for you." Guan Fengyue took out a box of loose powder-like things from her pocket, "You won't lose your makeup if you puff on people every day."

"What is so miraculous?" Fu Qingzhu obviously didn't believe it, Guan Fengyue stuffed it into his hand directly: "Believe it or not, anyway, I won't be there on call in the future, you can figure it out."

Fu Qingzhu had no choice but to accept it with a distorted face: "Okay."

"I'm going to shave my beard and go out to buy some vegetables when I'm done. What do you want for lunch?"

Guan Fengyue's eyes lit up, and Fu Qingzhu's heart jumped when she saw it: "I don't have anything to eat, you can do whatever you want."

"Follow me?"

"Well, as you like."

Guan Fengyue grinned, very happy: "You pay, and I will make sure you two have a good meal!"

"I always feel that something is wrong." Fu Qingzhu muttered something in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

Guan Fengyue was allowed to prepare a table full of food as if she had been beaten with blood, and Fu Qingzhu couldn't close her mouth for a long time.But it is a pity that this old man answered a phone call temporarily, saying that he was asked to go back to discuss the new drama. Therefore, Fu Qingzhu could only watch Guan Fengyue leave with a chicken leg in his mouth, and then talked with the "cultural relics" at home. "Looked at each other.

"Eat?" He held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and took a mouthful of rice, while "Fu Qingyan" who was sitting across from him was staring at him blankly, without moving.

Fu Qingzhu bit his chopsticks, panicking in his heart. He stretched out his hand silently, added a chopstick dish to the other party's bowl, and smiled: "This, can I eat it?"

"Ah."

A gentle answer came, and Fu Qingzhu let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's delicious, and Laoguan's craftsmanship is very good." He praised, Fu Qingyan pursed his lips and chuckled, the slightly long hair on his forehead ran across the tip of his nose, and his pale face turned a little more rosy.

Fu Qingzhu was stunned for a moment.

He clearly heard his own heartbeat like a drum, and a familiar feeling was like a seed that broke through the ground in spring, growing crazily in his body, and he couldn't restrain it at all.

Fu Qingzhu leaned on the back of the chair, covering her hot face with both hands, feeling complicated.

He opened his round eyes, looked at the person sitting across from him, and thought, Guan Fengyue's makeup skills are really good, that face looks like me but doesn't look like me, what the hell is wrong with me? ?Is it narcissism or some other mental illness?

Fu Qingzhu was very flustered, and moved his body down again. He accidentally moved his head too far, and with a "bang", he fell to the ground with the chair.

"Hiss—" Fu Qingzhu gasped.

He was so unlucky that he hurt his waist when he fell.

Hearing the movement, Fu Qingyan left his seat suddenly, walked to him, picked him up and brought him into the bedroom.Fu Qingzhu was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe until he was carefully put on the bed.

"Thank you." Fu Qingzhu smiled awkwardly. He really didn't expect this old man's reaction to be so surprising.

Fu Qingyan bit his lower lip, climbed onto the bed, and lay side by side.An old cold air came over, and Fu Qingzhu's whole body was stiff. He tremblingly touched the pocket of his trousers, trying to call Guan Fengyue, only to find that the phone slipped out when he fell just now.

"What kind of operation is this?" Fu Qingzhu decided to get up, and just half an inch away, Fu Qingyan followed closely, and he was so scared that he stopped immediately.

"Brother, what do you want to do?"

No sound.

"I'm going out to get something, okay?"

shook his head.

Fu Qingzhu felt a little dizzy looking at the face that was so close at hand.

"I'm a little cold, I want to cover myself with a quilt." He closed his eyes, and reluctantly made up a reason to leave, never expecting that after he finished saying this, Fu Qingyan stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly. over him.

Fu Qingzhu's breathing was stagnant, and he felt that he was going to be cold.

"Good Ah Yan, you are not warm, can you let me go?"

Fu Qingzhu wailed and begged, but the other party was indifferent, and even drilled into his heart, the bone-piercing cold made his whole body numb.

Fu Qingzhu's mind was not clear, and he began to dream in a daze. He dreamed that he was lying in the same bed with a person, it was warm, and there was the sound of firecrackers outside...

"What festival, and the sound of firecrackers?" He opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was sleeping with the "cultural relic". He raised his right hand and looked at the time on the watch. Less than a quarter of an hour had passed.

"Hey, isn't it cold anymore?" Fu Qingzhu was a little surprised, and when he went to look at the person in his arms again, he unexpectedly found that he was breathing slightly.

"Huh? Is this coming back to life?" Fu Qingzhu felt incredible.

He carefully reached out a finger and put it under the other's nose, a warm air flowed slowly, Fu Qingzhu's heart paused like an electric shock.

He boldly poked the other person's cheek again, it was soft and elastic, not as stiff as the first day.

"What happened?" Fu Qingzhu's mind was confused.

Guan Fengyue, who was far away in the Grand Theater, sneezed suddenly, and the script in his hand was covered with fingerprints.

"Director, I'm going to the bathroom." He casually rolled up the script, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, greeted the bald director, and went straight out the door.

"My precious apprentice, I'm afraid I've woken up." Guan Fengyue was anxious, locked the door of the toilet and decided to cast a spell and run away. He had to go back and check the situation, so as not to make any mistakes.

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