Great God's Feeding Rules

The familiar voice made Fang Zuo stiff, and then asked, "Didn't I leave a note for you?"

The other party paused, and seemed to go over the note deliberately, and said to him very calmly: "You only told me that breakfast is here, but you didn't tell me that I have to deal with it myself. You are getting more and more active when you go out on a date? "

"Have you lost your mind?"

Fang Zuo thought that after he said this, the other party would become more normal, but as soon as he finished speaking, there was a plaintive voice: "I'm hungry, if you don't come back, I have nothing to eat."

Grinding his teeth hard, Fang Zuo squinted his eyes: "Then you just starve to death."

Hanging up the phone without mercy, Fang Zuo turned to Bai Chen with a smile: "Let's go, game hall."

Such a big person can't even handle lunch. In those days before, he was fed by ghosts?

At about six o'clock in the evening, Fang Zuo returned home slowly.

Opening the door, the room was eerily quiet.

Fang Zuo put down the keys, changed his shoes, and just took two steps forward when he heard a groan from the sofa.

His body froze, Fang Zuo froze for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly, "Great God?"

The sofa stretched out a hand and shook it weakly: "You are back."

"You..." Fang Zuo hesitated for a long time, "You haven't eaten?"

Going around the sofa, he saw the man leaning on it, his eyes were open as if he had lost his soul, his eyelids moved only when he saw him coming, but he still looked sickly.

"I'm hungry."

Fang Zuo wished he could put a knife on his neck and chop him off. He clenched his palms tightly and asked him through gritted teeth, "Are you waiting to starve to death if I don't come back?"

"Well," Bei Ye nodded, Fang Zuo felt inexplicably distressed as he looked at Fang Zuo with sluggish eyes, "I can't eat without you here."

The look in his eyes had already softened his heart, but Beiye's last words made his teeth itch with anger.

Walking up to him, straightening him up and sitting him up, Fang Zuo sighed: "Sit and wait."

Beiye nodded obediently, staring at him like a child who has made a mistake.

Fang Zuo stood up and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles. When he came back, Bei Ye was still in the same posture as before, his eyes almost stopped wherever he went.

"Eat," Fang Zuo put down the noodles, "what's the matter, I really treat myself like a child."

Bei Ye didn't speak, but obediently ate the noodles, his eyes were full of grievances as always.

Fang Zuo made him feel flustered, and he always had the illusion that he had bullied him, so he put away the dishes and washed them, and turned around to try to reason with him.

And Beiye also made up his mind not to listen to him, and entered the room after eating, and locked the door, Fang Zuo knocked a few times outside, and the other party reluctantly opened the door.

"Is something wrong?"

Fang Zuo felt that if he fed the person enough, the other party would start to make trouble.

"Aren't you going to explain to me?"

"Shouldn't you explain it to me?"

Fang Zuo rubbed the center of his brows, wondering if he had met a fake Beiye.

However, Beiye spoke again at this time, with his unique tone: "Are we a couple?"

There were 1 question marks in Fang Zuo's mind, wondering why he was asking this at this time, and he didn't want to answer, but Bei Ye grabbed him into the room, caught off guard, Fang Zuo let him lean against the door.

"I want to withdraw some benefits." Before Beiye finished speaking, his lips were pressed down, Fang Zuo's eyes widened in astonishment, and he didn't understand what the development trend was at all.

"Wait a minute," Fang Zuo pushed him away, tilting his head, "What's wrong with you?"

Bei Ye seemed to be paralyzed. He put all his body weight on him, rubbed his head on his shoulder, and sounded a little wronged: "I'm jealous."

Jealous of what?

"I haven't even dated you."

Fang Zuo's laughter came out of his voice, and he didn't know what to use to describe his current mood, the kind of unhappiness that you have held back for a long time, only to find out that it was a joke at last, and the other party also because of This incident caused awkwardness that should not belong to him.

"Are you really Bei Ye?"

Moving his head on his shoulder, Fang Zuo smiled: "Okay, you are Beiye, so tell me, where did you get so jealous?"

The other party suddenly stopped answering, lying on top of him as if trying to hide his ugliness, motionless.

"Get up," Fang Zuo patted him on the back, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Together."

"You want to die."

"Do not want to."

Fang Zuo pushed him away and took a shower for 10 minutes. The door was knocked loudly. Fang Zuo always felt that if he didn't open the door, the door would be scrapped in the next second.

Opening the door, Beiye stood at the door with water dripping from his head, as if he had come out to seduce him. His jacket was discarded as before, and his lower body was wearing a pair of shorts. Fang Zuo looked down from the top of his head. Fang Zuo couldn't help being stunned by the legs.

Rubbing his head, Fang Zuo grabbed the towel on Beiye's head and wiped it vigorously: "Don't come out with your head wet all the time, I have to wipe the floor."

Beiye took advantage of the situation and grabbed his hand on top of her head, pushed him into the bedroom very naturally, pressed him step by step, rubbing his hand on his head without relaxing: "Help me."

Is this arrogance over yet?

Fang Zuo dried his hair, threw the towel on his face, patted him lightly, and gave him a smile: "The task is completed, you can go, my god."

Beiye tore off the towel, narrowed his eyes, and smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth: "It's not enough."

"Fang Zuo, do you think I will let you go today?"

Fang Zuo smiled, and replied indifferently: "Then what can you do?"

"In order to make up for the harm I suffered today, today, I want to..."

"Stop it," Fang Zuo blocked his approaching body, "I won't blame you for being jealous, I just played games with Brother Bai for a while, why don't you even eat?"

"Besides, the editor-in-chief told you that I met Brother Bai?"

Beiye stopped moving: "He's different."

"Why is it different?" Fang Zuo held back his smile, "Could it be that the editor-in-chief's pursuit of Brother Bai is still far away, and you feel threatened?"

He thought he wouldn't get an answer, but Fang Zuo heard him answer in a small voice.

It's not like Beiye, but there seems to be nothing wrong with An in Beiye, it's better than those who get jealous for no reason and want to have a big fight, Beiye's coquettish submissiveness is very useful , Just like raising a humanoid dog.

If you treat him well, he will be willing to rub against you, and will pounce on you from time to time. If you treat him badly, he will not forget the fact that you are his master. He will always lower his eyelids and tell you that he has been wronged. He is unhappy and needs reassurance.

Fang Zuo had no choice but to compromise, and took the initiative to lean over and press on his lips: "Are you satisfied?"

Beiye pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Don't overdo it."

"Not too much," Bei Ye grabbed his hand and stretched it to a certain part, "Use your hand..."