I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Although Cen Xiao spoke with sincerity, Fu Zhun still rejected this request with righteous words.

He waved his hands with a serious face: "This is not appropriate."

"Why isn't it suitable?" Cen Xiao didn't think there was any problem at all.

He stared straight at Fu Zhun, and there was a strong sense of doubt in his words: "If you don't do such a simple thing, then won't you be able to honor this IOU?"

As he said that, he twirled the poor IOU, with a look of doubting Fu Zhun's credibility: "Aren't you good?"

Fu Zhun: "???"

"What did you say?" Fu Zhun looked at Cen Xiao in astonishment for two seconds, and suddenly looked like he was about to smile: "What are you questioning?"

"Question your credibility." Cen Xiao folded the IOU and put it in his notebook, deciding to use both hard and soft tactics.

He pretended to sigh, and said in a low voice: "Such a small request, can't you satisfy brother on his birthday? Pulling?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

Probably because he had never heard Cen Xiao speak like this before, upon hearing this, Fu Zhun suddenly fell into an inexplicable sense of shame and indignation.

He buried his head in the crook of his arms for a while, and the tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene from the corner of the eye, Cen Xiao turned his head and looked at him in amazement, as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

He stretched out his hand to poke Fu Zhun's ear, but he shook it off.

Fu Zhun shook his head wildly like a dog flicking his fur, then suddenly turned his head, half buried in his arms, revealing a pair of eyes, and gave Cen Xiao a glare.

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao asked amusedly.

Fu Zhun frowned lightly, stared at him viciously, showed a vicious look in his eyes, and said in a fierce muffled voice——

"Speak well and speak well."

"What's the point of calling someone else's nickname?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

……

In the end, Fu Zhun succumbed to Cen Xiao's hard and soft tactics.

This psychological construction can be said to have been done for several days.

As the weekend approached the end of school, Cen Xiao saw that Fu Zhun hadn't heard anything about what he had promised, so before leaving, he suddenly turned around, leaned against the door and asked, "Fu Zhun, did you forget something?"

As soon as Cen Xiao started hinting at him again, Fu Zhun glanced at him angrily: "I haven't forgotten, I remember it."

Now Zou Qihang and Zhang Lechen have left, they are the only ones left in the dormitory.

It's a pity that Fu Zhun doesn't have such a strong heart that Cen Xiao cultivated in acting, and he still hesitates to let go.

The little princess looked at the two sets of girlish skirts by the bed, and rubbed her head irritably: "Give me some more time."

"How many days has this been for you?" Cen Xiao felt a little funny in his heart, but there was no disturbance on his face, he hummed softly, "You want to renege on your debt again?"

"No." Fu Zhun leaned against the bed and dawdled, "I don't have any makeup on, I'll go back and study it, otherwise it will be too eye-catching."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao's eyes slowly swept across Fu Zhun's face.

The cheeks are fair and delicate, except for the sharp edges and corners that do bring a little juvenile distinctness, everything else is comparable to that of a delicate girl.

Should not be too hot on the eyes.

So Cen Xiao comforted very generously: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of burning eyes."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Seeing Cen Xiao's expression of "I won't leave if you don't wear it", Fu Zhun gritted his teeth, and finally admitted, "I'll wear it, I'll walk through it, right?"

As he spoke, he wanted to take off his shirt.

However, before he finished taking off, the sound of high heels suddenly came from the end of the corridor of the dormitory.

Leaning against the door, Cen Xiao paused for half a second when he heard the familiar sound of footsteps, then suddenly came to his senses, dragged the suitcase and left without looking back.

With a "bang", he also helped Fu Zhun close the door by the way.

Cen Xiao pretended to be coming out of the dormitory after packing up, and bumped into Meng Zhen who came to pick him up: "Mom."

"You've been slow this time." Meng Zhen hurried over, glanced at the time, frowned and said, "Hurry up and follow me, or you won't be able to go to class later."

Seeing that Meng Zhen wasn't suspicious, Cen Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, said "Yes" and went downstairs with Meng Zhen.

Before leaving, he looked back at his dormitory——

Fu Zhun was lying on the glass window of the door, staring straight at Cen Xiao who was about to go downstairs.

Then when he saw Cen Xiao looking back, he hooked his lower eyelids with his fingertips, stuck out his tongue and made a face at Cen Xiao.

As if celebrating his escape.

Seeing this, Cen Xiao paused, laughed secretly, waved at him, then slowly looked away, and left.

……

Fu Zhun came home from school this time, and he brought a lot of things with him.

There are two big bags, sealed tightly, for fear that others will pry into the little secrets inside.

He used to play basketball with Zhou Yuancheng and the others on Saturdays after school, so he always asked Uncle Liu to take his things home first, and then he went home after playing.

As a result, today, for the first time ever, he came back with Uncle Liu.

And you have to carry things by yourself and don't let others touch them.

Fu Zhun sneakily carried the two big bags back to his room.

Once inside, he immediately locked the door behind him.

Opening the bag, Fu Zhun spread out the two sets of skirts neatly on the bed.

In the room with gray and white color schemes, two sets of little lace skirts suddenly appeared, and the girl's heart burst out from the bed, the contrast was great.

Fu Zhun was inexplicably ashamed.

And this was the skirt that Cen Xiao wore.

He pursed his lips, always feeling like a pervert.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Zhun closed his eyes, reached for the two sets of skirts with trembling hands, picked up the skirts lightly as if forced by life.

As a result, just two seconds after he picked it up, there was a knock on the door.

There were two "dong dong", followed by the voice of his mother He Keren: "Isn't our little Fu always back?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fu Zhun's mother, He Keren, is a well-known painter in the art world. In the past two years, she has held art exhibitions all over the world and likes to travel around.

Except for Fu Zhun's father who can catch her, basically no one can find her.

Ever since Fu Zhun went to live in high school, he only saw her every two or three months.

Fortunately, both mother and son are big-hearted, and there is no estrangement.

It was also because I hadn't seen him for a long time that Fu Zhun didn't pay attention when he came back, subconsciously thinking that there was no one at home.

Now a big living person suddenly appeared, and Fu Zhun's fragile little heart, which was still preparing for it, almost jumped out.

He looked at the skirt in his hand, then at the door, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly stuffed the skirt into the closet.

Including those intertwined white high socks.

Before he could tidy up, He Keren's urging voice came again: "Little Boss Fu? Fu Zhun? What about you? Can't tell that I'm your mother? Just ignore me, right?"

Fu Zhun got a headache when he heard that He Keren began to chant scriptures.

After reluctantly hiding his clothes in the closet, he ran to the door and opened it for He Keren: "Here we come."

As soon as the door opened, He Keren cast a suspicious gaze over him: "What did you just do?"

"I'm wearing earphones, but I didn't hear it." Fu Zhun nonsense without blushing.

Hearing this, He Ke felt that there was nothing wrong with the reason, so he didn't say anything to him, nodded, sat down on the sofa in his room, and patted the empty seat next to him: "Come, come, sit, come and sit with you Mom, let's talk."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Seeing that He Keren was not about to leave, a crack suddenly appeared on Fu Zhun's calm face.

He subconsciously glanced at the wardrobe from the corner of his eye.

It turned out that the pair of white high socks could be vaguely seen beside the closed wardrobe door.

The white silk was caught in the crack of the door, with a corner hanging down pitifully.

Fu Zhun's pupils shrank suddenly, as if the world was about to collapse.

He could barely look back, managed to stabilize his mind, tensed his expression, pulled a stiff smile and said: "Mom, let's talk tomorrow, I still have to do my homework."

Unexpectedly, He Keren looked at him in surprise: "What?! You can still do your homework?!"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Can you have a little confidence in your son?" Fu Zhun closed his eyes speechlessly and in despair, "My grades don't seem to be bad, do I?"

"What?!" He Keren looked more surprised than before: "Aren't your grades not bad?!"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"You are really my own mother," Fu Zhun laughed angrily, "I have nothing to talk to you about, I just pack up and leave home."

"Oh." Seeing Fu Zhun's appearance, He Keren thought it was quite funny, and said with a smile, "Why are you angry? Come and sit down, I just want to talk to you about this."

Fu Zhun noticed that He Keren was not going to leave for a while, so he could only sit down resignedly: "What's the matter?"

"I heard from your Director Chen..." He Keren paused, and observed Fu Zhun's face: "Have you been under a lot of pressure recently?"

If it's the pressure to wear women's clothes, it's really big.

Fu Zhun thought so.

But he still had that expressionless look on his face: "It's okay."

"Are you okay?" He Keren didn't seem to believe it, "How did I hear that you started smoking?"

Recalling the confiscated e-cigarette, Fu Zhun thought for a while in silence, then changed his words and said, "It's a little stressful, after all, there is an exam."

"That's right, are you going to take the junior college entrance examination? I haven't paid much attention to you recently." He Keren finally remembered this, as if he had just realized that he had such a big son, and decided to start exuding the brilliance of maternal love: "Is there anything you can do for me?"

"No." Fu Zhun didn't want to help anything, he just wanted to send this Buddha away as soon as possible.

However, He Keren seemed to have no intention of leaving.

She glanced around Fu Zhun's room, as if observing where she could express her rare maternal love.

Every time her gaze swept over a place, Fu Zhun's heart felt cold.

Until He Keren's eyes fell on the wardrobe, Fu Zhun finally couldn't help but say: "Mom."

It's a pity that He Keren just responded hastily.

As if she had finally found a chance, she got up and walked to the closet, pointing to a white corner exposed by the closet door, and said, "Look at you, you can't even tidy up the closet. Turning around, your clothes are all crumpled by you."

Seeing that his mother found this place, Fu Zhun exploded in an instant: "Don't move, I will clean it up myself."

He Keren stopped opening the cabinet door, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong? What treasure are you hiding?"

"No, it's just..." Fu Zhun was dumb for a moment, turned off the fire and explained indiscriminately: "There are my dirty clothes in it, and I have to wash them myself later."

He Keren: "..."

Not knowing what treasures there are in a pile of dirty clothes, He Keren glanced at him suspiciously, and guessed wildly, "You don't know how to pee your pants, do you?"

Fu Zhun: "?"

"Okay, it's not that I haven't washed your diapers before, there's nothing to be shy about." He Keren waved his hand at him as if he had come here: "You were cute and wet the bed when you were young, and you don't remember it yourself."

Fu Zhun: "???"

While Fu Zhun was still immersed in the story of bedwetting when he was a child and didn't realize it, He Keren directly raised his hand and opened the closet door.

As soon as the door opened, the skirts that had been randomly stuffed into the closet just now suddenly rushed out.

The flamboyant, layered lace and ruffles are obviously not the dressing style of a big boy like Fu Zhun.

The mother and son just stood by the door, watching a lot of gorgeous skirts fall to the ground.

There also seemed to be a pair of white high socks mixed in.

Fu Zhun and He Keren were dumbfounded.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

I don't know how long it took, but He Keren finally came to his senses, glanced at Fu Zhun who had been petrified in place, and said, "Are you talking about a girlfriend?"

Fu Zhun: "...?"

As if he didn't expect there to be such a reason, Fu Zhun couldn't help giving his mother a thumbs up in his heart.

After all, washing clothes for his girlfriend and wearing women's clothes for himself, obviously the former sounds more normal.

So Fu Zhun took it very discerningly: "Yes."

He Keren nodded and didn't say anything to him, just bent down to help him pick up the clothes, jokingly said: "You're good, you're doing well? You even took your girlfriend's clothes home to wash."

How dare Fu Zhun deny it now, he can only nod in response: "Well, my girlfriend has to be pampered."

"That's right." He Keren didn't say much, picked up one of the skirts, took a look at it, and casually understood the situation: "Your girlfriend plays cosplay?"

"Well, yes." Fu Zhun touched his nose guiltily, and replied casually.

As a result, He Keren, who didn't think much at first, picked up his clothes and took a look, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

She looked at the clothes in her hand in a daze, and compared them in front of Fu Zhun, and then in front of herself.

Suddenly he opened his mouth in disbelief——

"Then do you think..."

"?"

"Your girlfriend's figure is compared to that of ordinary girls..."

"?"

"Perhaps a bit burly?"

"..."

"The size of this dress," He Keren compared it again in front of Fu Zhun without giving up, with an expression of an old man looking at his mobile phone in the subway: "I wear the same size as you?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

……

In the end, Fu Zhun spent a long time telling He Keren nonsense that he lost a bet and was asked to wear women's clothing.

He Keren felt that these little boys really knew how to play, and couldn't stop laughing after hearing this: "Little Boss Fu, you also have today?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Please stop your mother-in-law behavior, OK?" Seeing her gloating, Fu Zhun was full of lovelessness.

"Okay, okay." He Keren had laughed enough, she straightened up and sat upright on the sofa, took a look at the skirt at hand, and shook it at Fu Zhun: "You should look good in it." , try it quickly, and I will put on makeup for you later."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Farewell." Fu Zhun glanced at the skirt awkwardly: "I still won't piss your eyes off."

"How can this be called hot eyes?" He Keren patted his thigh, "I've wanted you to wear a skirt for a long time."

Fu Zhun: "?"

Speaking of this, He Keren had something to say.

Before she gave birth, she kept praying that she would have a little princess.

As a result, the sky did not fulfill her wishes, so she gave her a brat.

Moreover, this brat has had his own ideas since he was a child, and he doesn't like others to intervene in his work.

Every day when I go to kindergarten, I have a straight face, a cool expression of dragging my brother.

Even when He Keren went to pick him up from the kindergarten, he had to be respectfully called Little Brother.

The parents on the side also jokingly said: "Are you picking up your little brother again?"

After Fu Zhun grew up, He Keren didn't call him Brother Little Drag anymore, but always called him Mr. Fu.

This little guy, since he was a child, has resisted the skirts that He Keren tried to trick him into wearing.

So He Keren never succeeded.

This time it can be regarded as a chance, and it is absolutely impossible for her to give up.

She tidied up the skirt for Fu Zhun, and when she saw that it was a little wrinkled, she helped her take it to the clothes dryer to iron it.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he took the wig out of the bag when he came back, gestured in front of Fu Zhun for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: "It suits you quite well."

Fu Zhun: "..."

He took the skirt over angrily, waved his hands resignedly, and didn't fight against fate: "Got it, I'll go to make up after changing."

Seeing Fu Zhun let go of his mouth, He Keren seemed to have stopped.

She happily went back to the room to get the cosmetics.

When she picked out a set, Fu Zhun had already changed into another set.

He was covering his face and lying on the sofa, looking hopeless.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Zhun said without raising his head, "Mom, I want to change my family life."

He Keren: "..."

"Just this time, bear with it." He Keren knocked on his head amusedly: "A real man is only willing to bet and admit defeat. What's the point of wearing a skirt?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

He automatically changed the sentence to——

A man who can coax his wife is a real man, what is it to wear a skirt? !

Thinking of this, Fu Zhun reluctantly accepted.

He leaned back on the sofa resignedly, sighed, closed his eyes and said, "Make up."

Probably because he had never seen Fu Zhun's appearance of being bullied like this, He Keren was very surprised: "Those classmates in your school dare to pluck the hair on your head? You haven't beaten them yet?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was silent, and said perfunctorily with what he just said: "I would like to bet against a real man."

"That's right." He Keren nodded in agreement, and suddenly remembered what Lao Liu said to Fu Zhun after the parents' meeting, and said casually, "By the way, are you at the same table as Cen Xiao?"

Hearing Cen Xiao's name, Fu Zhun suddenly opened his eyes, "En."

"I heard that you two have a good relationship?" He Keren paused, then pressed his open eyelids again.

Fu Zhun didn't say much, just said "hmm" like before.

But seeing that He Keren didn't intend to continue, Fu Zhun could only ask, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He Keren thought he was just wanting to gossip, and chatted casually: "Cen Qin's son."

"Cen Qin?" Fu Zhun was a little unfamiliar with this name.

However, He Keren looked familiar: "It's normal if you don't know each other at your age. You have been in shadow for many years, in order to marry his boyfriend."

"???"

Fu Zhun was stunned for a long time, but he didn't understand this sentence: "Who is taking a break to marry her boyfriend?"

"Cen Xiao's father." He Keren reminded: "Don't go out and say it, I guess Cen Xiao doesn't know about it. Thanks to your father being Cen Qin's former boss, otherwise we wouldn't know about it either."

Fu Zhun suddenly had a feeling that his world view was shaken.

He asked very puzzled: "His father likes men? Then where did my deskmate come from?"

"Maybe both sides like it." He Keren didn't know the details of his affairs, so he could only guess reasonably.

She finished the final touch and asked Fu Zhun to open his eyes and look in the mirror.

However, Fu Zhun didn't care about these things, he just wanted to think about what happened just now: "Then my tablemate will live alone with his mother?"

"Probably." He Keren recalled the time of Fu Zhun's birthday party last time, "His mother is his manager, and he has a lot of control. Last time on your birthday, his mother seemed to want Cen Xiao to enter our Xingyuan .”

When this matter was mentioned, Fu Zhun suddenly took it for granted and said, "Then let him in."

He Keren: "?"

"Okay, Mr. Fu." He Keren looked at him angrily and amusedly: "I didn't do anything, and I started ordering people around. You want everyone in Xingyuan?"

This was not pleasant to say, and Fu Zhun instantly became unhappy, and said angrily, "What's wrong with my tablemate?"

"I didn't say that Cen Xiao is bad, but the main reason is that he doesn't seem to be an adult right now?" He Keren realized that what he said just now was inappropriate, and explained: "His mother is strictly guarding him, and at the same time wants Cen Xiao to enter Xingyuan. , while not wanting to fully delegate power.”

"If Cen Xiao comes, our company's agent will have to get his mother's approval to accept the show for him. Do we have to go to such great lengths to draw up an unreasonable contract to sign an artist?"

"Even if other companies want to sign him, they have to think twice. Who wants to sign with the artist's mother?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "But he celebrated his birthday a few days ago, can he sign it himself?"

"It depends on how he plans to choose." As he spoke, He Keren finally realized that something was wrong: "What are you fussing about here? You want to save the world?"

She patted Fu Zhun's head and urged: "Hurry up, get up and walk around for me to see, I'll take some pictures."

As soon as he heard that he wanted to take pictures, Fu Zhun showed resistance all over his body: "No, I won't take pictures."

"It's up to you." He Keren ignored his resistance at all, and immediately took out his mobile phone and frantically took pictures.

Although many of them are high-resolution photos, there are still a few that can be seen.

With the precious records kept, He Keren laughed wildly and left Fu Zhun's room with satisfaction.

As soon as the door was closed, Fu Zhun collapsed on the bed as if collapsed.

Lying on his side, he glanced at the mobile phone beside the bed, closed his eyes again, and took the mobile phone over.

After holding it for a while, he hesitated to open the WeChat interface, and his fingertips froze on Cen Xiao's dialog box for a long time.

Finally, Fu Zhun gritted his teeth and clicked in.

He first tentatively sent a message——

[Have you finished your homework? 】

At this point in time, Cen Xiao had just returned home from get out of class and was about to take a shower.

Before entering the bathroom, he was thinking of hiding his phone first.

As a result, as soon as he picked it up, the news of Fu Zhun came.

Cen Xiao paused, then replied——

【No, do it after taking a shower. 】

Seeing that Cen Xiao was going to take a shower, Fu Zhun's hand that wanted to press the video call froze suddenly.

Then he clicked again, but was rejected by Cen Xiao.

[Cen Xiao:? 】

【Cen Xiao: Didn't you say you're going to take a shower? 】

However, Fu Zhun played a rogue.

[Fu Zhun: Show me. 】

[Fu Zhun: Otherwise, I don't believe it. 】

[Cen Xiao: ... Get lost. 】

Seeing that Cen Xiao seemed to have blown his hair, Fu Zhun curled his lips, took a step back and said: [Then you take a shower first, we will discuss homework after you finish washing. 】

Cen Xiao: "?"

He looked at the news, confused.

When did Fu Zhun discuss homework with him?

Cen Xiao thought that Fu Zhun had encountered some serious problem, so after taking a quick shower, he replied to Fu Zhun's message.

As a result, Fu Zhun's first video call came over.

Cen Xiao stopped wiping his hair, threw the towel aside, straightened his damp hair, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with his image before picking up the video.

Who would have thought that as soon as the video was connected, a strong visual impact would suddenly come out of the screen, catching him off guard——

A pair of thin and long legs wrapped in white high socks appeared in the picture.

The protagonist seems to be leaning against the head of the bed, and can vaguely see the dark gray quilt underneath.

It forms a strong color contrast with those long legs.

The socks reached above the knees, and together with the skirt, they cut off an absolute field.

It was originally a very exciting picture.

As a result, the protagonist in the picture has his legs crossed, and there is an inexplicably ruffian feeling in his innocence.

This makes this bloody scene have such a carefree dissonance.

Cen Xiao: "?"

Cen Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, and cut off the video the moment he recovered.

This is the account hacker who has no eyesight and stole it on Fu Zhun's head.

Seeing that the video was cut off, Fu Zhun on the other end was also stunned, and sent him a question mark directly——

[Fu Zhun:? 】

[Cen Xiao:? 】

[Fu Zhun:? ? 】

[Cen Xiao:? ? 】

The two sent questions with question marks for a long time. Finally, Cen Xiao saw that the account hacker was persistent, so he could only call Fu Zhun's mobile phone number directly, and said straight to the point: "Hello? Your WeChat ID has been stolen."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"It wasn't stolen." Fu Zhun explained guiltily, then suddenly coughed and changed into a clear girlish voice: "Hi brother, I'm Fu Xiaozhun, Fu Zhun's younger sister, do you really want to take a video with me?" ? I'm pretty good-looking."

Cen Xiao: "???"

"Really, I'm a diehard fan of my brother, and the dresses I wear are all of the same style as my brother's."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"There is no such shop after this village." Seeing that he still did not answer, Fu Zhun couldn't help reminding.

After a long silence, Cen Xiao finally realized that Fu Zhun was really wearing women's clothes.

After a moment of silence, he responded unnaturally: "Yes."

Then the two switched to the WeChat video interface.

This time the initial screen is not long legs, but the face of this sister Fu Xiaozhun.

The wig was tied into slightly curly double ponytails by He Keren's skillful hands, and Fu Zhun's bangs were covered by his bangs, and his eyes were rounder than usual under the makeup, making him look much softer.

He still seemed to be a little bit reluctant to let go, he pursed his lips tightly and dodged his eyes, with a reluctant stinky face.

I didn't utter a word for a long time.

She really looks like a tsundere little princess.

Cen Xiao just looked at him quietly and indifferently, without urging him, his eyes scanned him undisguisedly.

If it weren't for the wide range of the camera, Fu Zhun felt that this person might have watched him through.

The people on both ends of the phone were silent for a long time.

After so long, Fu Zhun couldn't hold it anymore, and said angrily, "Damn, have you seen enough? Hang up."

"No." Cen Xiao looked at him amusedly: "Just show your face? How do I know if you're really wearing it or fake it?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun murmured for a while, and finally reluctantly moved the camera down slowly.

"Wear it all, okay? Don't think I just put on makeup to fool you." Fu Zhun snorted angrily, "The birthday gift you asked for was given to you. Are you satisfied?"

"It's okay." Cen Xiao nodded solemnly, and suddenly said: "What about the benefits just now? Just give me a look?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was taken aback for a moment.

After reacting, he looked at Cen Xiao's pious face in the video, and suddenly said angrily, "Oh! Man!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun cut the camera to the rear, patted his leg, and said angrily, "Did you see it? These legs should only exist in the sky. You will never find a third pair. "

"Who is the second pair?" Cen Xiao asked curiously.

Fu Zhun said blankly, "You."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Probably recalling the time when he acted in a stage play, Cen Xiao sneered, and immediately began to take screenshots.

Leave a precious stroke in Fu Zhun's simple life.

However, Fu Zhun didn't know anything about it. After cutting the camera back to the front, he cursed angrily: "You are really sanctimonious. You are usually so cold. Now you see long legs, don't you still behave like other boys?" ?”

"Yeah." Cen Xiao didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all, so he smoothed his hair calmly: "After all, I've never seen such a good-looking one before."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Who made us Princess Fu Xiaozhun look so good-looking?"

"..."

"If you don't look good, don't I stop watching?"

"..."

"Blame me?" After being blocked back by Cen Xiao's few words, Fu Zhun moaned for a long time.

In the end, he put on a look of reluctance, and switched the camera back to the rear: "Then I will be merciful and let you take a second look, you can't look at others."

Cen Xiao: "..."

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and Cen Xiao suddenly asked: "Are you acting like a baby?"

Fu Zhun: "???"

"I'm messing around." Fu Zhun defended himself expressionlessly, "I'm not asking you, I'm asking you."

"Please face up to the princess' request, understand?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Well, I'm sure." Although Cen Xiao couldn't see his expression, he could guess what he was like now.

Fearing that Fu Zhun would blow his hair, Cen Xiao stopped teasing him, changed the subject, and asked amusedly, "If we're like this, will WeChat be blocked?"

"What?" Fu Zhun paused, and glanced at the picture in the small window on the upper right corner of himself.

The impact is indeed a bit strong.

It was also the first time for him to do this kind of thing, a novice with little experience on the road.

After playing with the wig hanging on his chest with his fingers for a while, Fu Zhun whispered, "I don't know."

"Then I'll change my face, or I'll lose my account when I get up tomorrow." Cen Xiao said with a smile.

So Fu Zhunyiyan cut the camera back to the front, still mumbling and complaining in a low voice.

As soon as the camera turned, the eyes collided and staggered on the screen again, and the people at both ends of the phone were a little at a loss.

One looks at the other side pretending to be a girl, and the other pretends to be a girl looking at the other side.

This atmosphere is too subtle.

Cen Xiao was silent, and Fu Zhun coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Looking at Fu Zhun on the screen, Cen Xiao couldn't help sighing in his heart that Fu Zhun was really good-looking.

Coupled with this soft makeup, his slightly cold edges and corners are softened and put away, and his delicate facial features are more prominent.

If you show the photo to anyone, no one will believe that it is a boy.

I don't know how long it took, but Fu Zhun finally regained his strength, pretending to be calm and speaking in a girlish voice as if to break the embarrassment——

"elder brother."

"Online dating?"

He was just joking around casually seeing the awkward atmosphere.

But he didn't expect that Cen Xiao on the other side of the screen was really stunned by what he said.

As if the picture had been frozen, Cen Xiao didn't move at all.

Fu Zhun thought it was a problem with the signal in his room, and was about to approach the router with his mobile phone.

In the end, Cen Xiao on the screen opened his mouth in a daze...

Taking a deep breath slowly, he uttered a word——

"love."