Mozun cried and wanted to hang himself

Ye is now very calmly calling himself his white moonlight, even if he is kicked out of bed, he is very confident.

But Ye said while laying the floor: "How can I be considered your Bai Yueguang, don't I have the exclusive privilege of Bai Yueguang?"

Feng Yu's indifferent face: "No, get up."

Ye asked, "Then what is the difference between me and your sweetheart?"

Feng Yu: "..." Where did the drama come from?

But Ye lay on the floor and was able to entertain himself: "You can see the moon from this angle."

"Yes." Feng Yu threw a quilt over indifferently.

Ye said, "Come and see."

Feng Yu walked over and lay beside him. Through the window, she saw the moon and a few light blue stars. The stars moved slowly and flowed in the long silver river.

But Ye wrapped him in her own quilt and said softly, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Well," Feng Yu nodded, "Do you see what a good place I found for you?"

Ye smiled slightly, looking at his side face.

Feng Yu asked: "Is the moon beautiful? Are you happy?"

But Ye said, "Yes."

Feng Yu had no choice but to be an adult: "Then you can sleep here all the time from now on."

Ye Que: "..."

But Ye hugged him and began to show pity: "You are willing? I am so thin and tender."

Feng Yu suppressed a smile: "Go away."

Ye asked, "Aren't you obsessed with my body?"

Feng Yu said with disgust: "Who is obsessed with your body?"

But Ye kissed him tiredly, and whispered in his ear: "Of course it's Feng Xiaoqiu, who hugs others every day and doesn't want them to go, and still doesn't admit it."

Feng Yu was too lazy to break up with him, and said in a self-defeating manner: "Yes, yes, yes, I am obsessed with your body. I want to take a bite from time to time, so I am satisfied."

As he spoke, he kissed him on the cheek.

Night hugged him tightly.

"You are so clingy," Feng Yu pushed him, "You are really clingy, help me, don't bite my ear."

He bared his teeth and claws, and after a while, he finally stopped moving. He hugged Ye Que, and his breathing soon became more rapid.

Feng Yu kicked him up: "Hurry up and do it."

He said seriously again: "Do it directly, no flirting, no kissing, playing those nasty little tricks." He especially doesn't like greasy foreplay, because he will bark uncontrollably.

Ye promised very well.

The moonlight was deep, Feng Yu was exhausted from tossing and kicking him: "Go and copy the books."

But Ye said: "It's already midnight."

Feng Yu wanted to beat him when he said it: "You know it's midnight too?"

Ye Que: "..."

But Ye kissed his face and coaxed: "Go to sleep, I will copy tomorrow."

The next morning the weather was calm, but Ye thought he had forgotten, and was secretly delighted. At noon, Feng Yu handed over a copy of "Tao Te Ching".

Ye Que: "...how do you still remember?"

Feng Yu calmly said: "Take it and copy it three times."

Ye looked at the simple and majestic cover, and paused: "Really copy?"

Feng Yu said seriously: "I really let you copy."

But Ye pulled him into his arms and rubbed him: "Which mountain's little bad bird are you?"

The little bad bird slapped him on the head: "Go and copy!" I hope your heart can be purified by the ascetic words, and stop messing around.

Ye sat at the table, copying every word, and looked up at him from time to time.

In the quiet room, Feng Yu supervised him seriously, holding a long ruler in his hand.

The corner of Ye's mouth curled up, but he also copied slowly, without continuing to speak.

After a while, Feng Yu looked over and found that he was asleep.

Feng Yu moved over, looked at his neatly written words, stared at his face again, and complained in her heart that she was quite an adult when she was a child, but she is so babyish when she grows up.

Feng Yu showed disgust and made a movement to pinch his face, but she was afraid of waking him up, so she leaned on her face and stared at him quietly.

But Ye raised his hand and squeezed the face of the man who was staring at him in a daze.

Feng Yu said: "You haven't fallen asleep yet."

"Well," but he didn't open his eyes, and his tone was rather displeased, "Why didn't you secretly kiss me?"

Feng Yu: "..."

Feng Yu said with a cold face: "I'm sorry, I don't have such a unique hobby."

Ye opened his eyes.

Feng Yu kissed him quickly, and raised her eyebrows proudly: "I kiss him openly."

Ye smiled and said, "Little bad bird."

Feng Yu kissed him again.

But Ye wrapped his arms around him and said seriously: "Did you bump into my arms on purpose because you thought I looked good back then?"

Feng Yu: "...Where does the imagination come from?"

But Ye said: "Don't quibble, I've seen too many little birds like you."

Feng Yu was expressionless: "Oh, with so much experience, who else have you met?"

Ye Que, who dug a hole for himself: "..."

Feng Yu leaned on his face with one hand, rubbed the back of his foot against him, and said indifferently, "Do you have other little birds outside?"

The night was amused.

Feng Yu slapped him on the head ferociously: "Don't laugh."

But Ye pulled him into his arms, rubbed his chin lightly against his neck, and said in a pleasant voice, "My little phoenix is ​​so cute when he's jealous."

Feng Yu: "..."

Then I copied the "Tao Te Ching" three more times based on my strength.

Ever since meeting Ah Ji, Feng Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and became lazy again, lying on the chair with his legs crossed.

Feng Yu looked at him for two seconds, and asked curiously, "Aren't you doing good?"

Feng Chen lazily responded.

Feng Yu asked: "How many good things have you done these days?"

Feng Chen's legs were raised high, and his feet were dangling leisurely: "It's almost three hundred." Sometimes he would do one thing, and he would directly memorize five things. The attitude is very good, and I directly recorded a hundred items for myself afterwards.

Feng Chen sighed, feeling relieved: "I didn't expect it to be an oolong. I'm really tired this time, and finally I can take a good rest."

Feng Yu suppressed a smile unkindly, and finally couldn't hold it back: "Hahahahahaha."

Feng Chen: "..." Hahahaha what a fart.

Feng Yu's eyes were earnest: "Quickly object to our marriage!"

Feng Chen didn't bother to pay attention to him, and yawned: "What's your hobby?"

Feng Yu: "..."

Feng Chen scolded: "People who are about to get married, why are they still so immature?"

Feng Yu: "... Shouldn't you be the first to jump out against us? What about your principles?"

Feng Chen said lightly: "I have figured it out now."

Feng Yu suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

Feng Chen looked up at him and pointed out the problem: "Do you have premarital phobia?"

Feng Yu: "..."

Feng Chen said seriously: "Don't run away, running away won't solve the problem, otherwise talk to Ye, maybe he's afraid too."

Feng Yu: "..."

Feng Yu didn't want to talk to him.

Feng Chen sighed, and said longingly: "Now, I only hope that when the catastrophe comes, I can fight fiercely. Thinking about it, I feel heroic!"

Feng Yu patted him on the shoulder: "Then you will be disappointed, you don't have a catastrophe to bear."

Feng Chen asked in shock: "Huh?"

Feng Yu said: "When you were born, your parents helped you hold things down, otherwise you wouldn't have grown so slowly and always looked like a child."

Feng Chen looked forward to it: "Then won't it look like a child in the future?"

Feng Yu tapped him on the head: "It's a good idea, you will never have the chance to feel that exciting feeling."

Feng Chen frowned, and after a while, he rushed over, with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you are so kind to me."

Feng Yu: "..."

Touched, Feng Chen went back to bother his parents.

As the end of the year approached, everyone in the Demon Palace gave out a lot of money and flocked out to eat hot pot.The little radish monster was never satisfied, and jumped greedily: "That's all! Give me more!"

The streets are full of prosperity and the flow of people.In front of the small stall, many people crowded together to buy New Year pictures in full swing.

Qingli felt that this period of time was not going well, so she plunged into the crowd and bought a portrait of the koi piously, hoping to bless herself.

Feng Yu said slowly: "It's fine to protect yourself."

Qing carp was ridiculed and felt very embarrassed: "I'm saving myself!"

Feng Yu asked: "Your master hasn't come back yet?"

Qingli sighed: "Yes, you don't even have a letter from your master."

Not far away, an old man with white hair and youthful looks was gnawing on the neck of a duck. Feng Yu pointed to it and said calmly, "Do you think that looks like your long-lost master?"

Qingli took a look: "...isn't that your master?"

Both of them pretended not to see it with indifferent faces.

The fairy-like old man came over, carrying two jugs of wine, grinned and said with a smile: "You two cubs, don't you recognize your master?"

They both have indifferent faces.

The old man said narcissistically: "I think I'm more handsome as a teacher."

Two people: "..."

"Hello, little carp," the old man said hello to this one, and then to the other one, frowning, "Little bird, are you still hanging out with Ye Que?"

Feng Yu's eyes lit up, and he thought, finally someone objected, and immediately said: "Yes, that's right."

The old man said: "Speaking of Ye Que, I hate him the most."

A faint excitement surged in Feng Yu's heart, and he had already thought about how to resist vigorously.

The old man sighed: "But it's fine if you like it. I'm here to give you a special wedding gift. Dangdang, a sack of beef jerky! Are you surprised?"

Feng Yu remained expressionless: "...Surprise, thank you."

"You're welcome. Goodbye, two darlings. I'm going to go surfing again." The old man hopped and ran away with his orchid fingers up.

Two people: "..."

Feng Yu looked at the whole sack of beef jerky, was silent for two seconds, and asked Qing Li: "Or? Give you some."

Qingli immediately kept a distance from him, keeping a respectful distance from the bag of beef jerky.

After a while, Ye came over, holding a bunch of phoenix portraits, because he couldn't stand so many people coveting his little phoenix.

Feng Yu: "..."

Qingli finally found a chance, and returned the words he just laughed at himself: "It's okay to protect yourself."

Feng Yu: "..."

Ye looked at his big sack and asked, "What is this?"

Feng Yu said lightly: "Take the dowry gift for you."

In the endless abyss, the little cute snake recited a poem very elegantly, seductively: "Come into my arms, I will lend you my body as a container."

Yin Yao became a vain and harmless waste gas, felt that his life would be better than death, it was embarrassing, and cursed: "Get out."

Xiaomeng snake said: "I have nine heads, although the main head was beheaded by Feng Yu, but there are still eight secondary heads, you really don't want to integrate with me?"

Yin Yao ignored him, and kept thinking: "What's the use of my life, I'm dead, I'm floating here and there, hopeless, and I'm always annoyed by idiots."

Xiaomeng snake said: "I want to sing a poem for you."

Yin Yao was so dispirited that he slammed against the wall in anger, "I finally saw someone sicker than me."

Feng Yu pulled Ye Que to revisit the old place, seeing the desolate surroundings, he was filled with emotion: "Do you still remember the first time we came here after you became abnormal?"

Ye Que: "..." What is abnormal, don't say it so bluntly.

But Ye said calmly: "Remember, you were anxious and restless at that time, and your heart was full of me."

Feng Yu said expressionlessly: "Nonsense, you suddenly became stupid, insisted on keeping a distance from me, and refused to let me touch, anyone would be anxious."

Feng Yu scratched him furiously: "I'll just touch you, and you'll be mad at you, how dare you not let me touch you! Do you dare to let me keep a distance from you? Huh?"

Ye smiled and pulled him into her arms.

Feng Yu poked him, imitating what he said at the time: "Presumptuous."

Ye Que: "..."

Feng Yu said coldly: "If you don't get this little bird, you want to slander this little bird, don't you?"

Ye was amused and pinched his cheek.

Feng Yu patted his hand, and said unyieldingly: "I didn't expect you to be such a man of Meng Lang."

Ye Que: "..."

Why are you still playing more and more vigorously?Ye had a headache and rubbed his forehead.

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