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

After hearing what he said, Cen Xiao followed Fu Zhun into the door with such a strange expression on his face.

He raised his eyes slightly, and took a look at Fu Zhun's new home——

You can move in in less than a week, and it looks like a hardcover house bought directly.

There are no flaws visible to the naked eye, but the American pastoral style is a bit gimmicky.

If other people come to Fu Zhun's house, they may feel that this style is too inappropriate for Fu Zhun.

Whose evil forces live in this kind of place?

But Cen Xiao felt that there was actually a little freshness in this gaudy collocation.

It matches the character of the little princess Fu Zhun.

"Your clothes..." Fu Zhun was about to explain the clothes to Cen Xiao, but he saw him standing at the door looking at the interior decoration, and immediately changed the subject and explained: "This house is just like this when I bought it, I didn't want it to be like this of."

Hearing his hurried explanation, Cen Xiao thought it was a bit amusing: "I didn't say it wasn't good-looking, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Isn't it because you think I'm not good at aesthetics?" Fu Zhun muttered and brought out a pair of slippers for him.

Cen Xiao didn't quite understand where Fu Zhun came from with such a heavy burden.

After a moment of silence, he still decided to comfort Fu Zhun.

So he just said, "It's pretty good-looking, and it matches your peacock-spreading character very well."

Fu Zhun: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether Cen Xiao was praising him or scolding him.

"By the way," Cen Xiao just lifted his foot and wanted to walk in, when he suddenly remembered the important matter just now, and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing with my clothes?"

"I," Fu Zhun was taken aback by the question, and it took him a long time to react. He pretended to be calm and explained to him: "I was confused when I moved two days ago, so I brought it here."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao gave him a meaningful look, and said thoughtfully, "Really? What about my underwear?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Do you think I'm a pervert? I even take underwear?" Fu Zhun's eyes flickered with astonishment.

He felt that Cen Xiao had misunderstood him.

"But if you don't change your mind," Cen Xiao said slowly after a moment of silence, "What should I wear after taking a shower?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

It was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

Choked by him, Fu Zhun suddenly fell into deep thought.

It was as if he had been entangled in some kind of mirror maze. He bumped his head and didn't understand it...

Does Cen Xiao want him to be more perverted or normal?

For a moment he felt—

He often couldn't keep up with Cen Xiao because he wasn't perverted enough.

Fu Zhun went around for a long time but couldn't find the exit from the maze.

After thinking for a while to no avail, he decided to settle the matter in front of him first: "I have a new one, and I can give it to you."

"All right." Cen Xiao nodded, "Then help me get it."

After finishing speaking, Cen Xiao walked towards the bathroom without fussing about it with Fu Zhun.

Not a minute after he entered the bathroom, he heard Fu Zhun knocking on the door outside, and kept shouting: "Brother, brother."

"Brother what?" Just as Cen Xiao was about to take off his sweater, he heard Fu Zhun start calling out his soul.

Having a headache from the noise, he opened the door and asked calmly, "Where are the clothes?"

"Here." Fu Zhun raised his hand and handed him a pile of clothes.

Cen Xiao stared at the pile of clothes in his arms, startled.

This pile is like a hill, obviously more than one set.

Moreover, the logos of several luxury brands were exposed.

Cen Xiao looked up at Fu Zhun, pointed at one of the brands he couldn't afford, and asked doubtfully, "These are all my clothes?"

"No." Fu Zhun looked at him innocently, but the faint smile on his mouth had already betrayed his thoughts: "And mine."

As soon as the words fell, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Cen Xiao's heart.

He pursed his lips, as if to verify his guess, he hesitated and said, "What are you doing with your clothes?"

Sure enough, the next moment, the innocent Fu Zhun uttered what he had kept in his heart for a long time——

"elder brother."

"I want to wash with you."

Cen Xiao: "..."

……

Unfortunately, the final result was that Fu Zhun was mercilessly rejected by Cen Xiao.

After hearing Fu Zhun's words, he immediately darkened his face, and quickly pulled his clothes out of Fu Zhun's arms.

Then backhanded him out.

The sound of closing the door and locking the lock came one after another, so fast that even Fu Zhun couldn't react.

After he regained his strength, he immediately lay down on the door pitifully, and wailed inside——

"Why not?"

"Didn't you wash with everyone at school?"

"How come I can't do it here?"

"How do you treat them differently?"

"Brother, brother."

After howling for a long time, Fu Zhun's voice was almost hoarse, and Cen Xiao, who had been silent all this time, finally responded.

His cold voice suddenly came out of the bathroom along with the sound of water, revealing a sense of distant haze——

"It's noisy."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Giving you such a nice voice is for you to coax people, not for you to scold them.

Being blocked back, Fu Zhun could only lean against the door, hugging his clothes and waiting for Cen Xiao to come out.

However, within 2 minutes of being quiet, he had another flash of inspiration and began to toss——

"I'm going to be late."

"Tonight is a professional class."

"I haven't finished my homework yet."

"Let me in and take a shower."

"Wait 2 minutes." The stern and selfless Cen Xiao still did not let go.

"You finished wearing it in 2 minutes." Fu Zhun blurted out.

Cen Xiao: "..."

It's a pity that he still turned a blind eye to Fu Zhun's wailing.

He didn't open the door expressionlessly until he got dressed, "Go in and take a shower."

Standing outside the door, Fu Zhun was slightly stunned, his gaze fell on Cen Xiao's neatly dressed clothes.

After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at Cen Xiao, snorted unhappily, and condemned: "You are really guarded, you are all old men, what's wrong with taking a shower arm in arm and shoulder to shoulder?"

"You man is different." Cen Xiao bypassed him and squeezed out from his side, expressionlessly said: "You man can open your screen."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fart, obviously all men can do it.

"I'm going out first." Cen Xiao paused as he walked out, then turned his head and reminded: "You should take a shower quickly, don't wait too long, you have to eat later."

"No, you're leaving now?" Fu Zhun, who was about to enter the bathroom, turned his head and turned back when he heard this: "Run when you're done?"

What he said made Cen Xiao a little puzzled, and he replied seriously: "I ran away before I finished using it, and I mopped up the water on the bathroom floor for you."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fu Zhun closed his eyes in despair, turned around and left angrily.

With a bang, the bathroom door was shut.

Cen Xiao glanced back, feeling as if even that door was angry.

It almost burned through.

Cen Xiao hesitated for a moment, and didn't have time to talk to him, so he planned to go downstairs to buy him dinner.

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the bedroom next to him from the corner of his eye.

Opposite the bathroom is Fu Zhun's room.

Just now when Fu Zhun came out with his clothes in his arms, he probably didn't close the door with his hands, but now the door is still open.

When Cen Xiao passed by, he accidentally glanced at it.

A familiar shadow flashed across from the corner of the eye.

He paused, took two steps back, turned his head and looked into the room——

The bedroom door is facing the double bed in the house.

The navy blue quilt was spread messily on the bed, with some English printed on it.

The color schemes and patterns are consistent with the bed sheets underneath, so it looks like they were bought as a set.

Only the two pillows on the bed looked very out of tune.

Because one of them is gray, simple, without any pattern.

It doesn't look harmonious next to another gaudy navy pillow.

This gray pillow stands out against a large swath of navy blue.

It's like entering someone else's world, no matter the color or style, they don't match.

But put the whole bed in this American pastoral style bedroom...

It seems that there is nothing more matching than this navy blue pillow.

This gray pillow was supposed to be in the dormitory, but now it was lying on Fu Zhun's bed with grievances.

Cen Xiao stared at his pillow for a while by accident, but didn't say anything.

There was no intention of saving it at all.

If pillows could talk, they might be howling like Fu Zhun by now.

It wasn't until the sound of water in the bathroom that Cen Xiao slowly looked away.

By the way, he reached out and quietly closed the bedroom door.

……

Taking advantage of Fu Zhun's bath time, Cen Xiao went to the nearest convenience store to buy two boxes of instant noodles.

While he was standing in front of the shelf picking out flavors, a man suddenly walked up to him.

Cen Xiao thought he was also a customer, so he didn't take it seriously.

It wasn't until the man patted him on the shoulder and called him "Little Xiao" that Cen Xiao raised his head——

His father, Cen Qin, was like him, wearing a mask and standing in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

"Dad?" Cen Xiao didn't expect to meet his father here, and after reacting for a long time, he asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

He hadn't seen Cen Chin for several months.

The last time was at the beginning of school, when Cen Qin secretly came to the school to give him money.

And the last time was even longer.

"I was waiting for you at the school gate." Cen Qin rubbed his head and explained, "I just saw you walking with your classmates, so I didn't bother you."

Because Meng Zhen hated Cen Qin very much, Cen Xiao basically had no chance to meet Cen Qin.

Only the monthly money is transferred to the bank card on time.

Cen Xiao knew that his father Xiying retired, but he didn't know what he was doing now.

"You eat this at night?" Seeing him in a daze, Cen Qin thought it was because he hadn't seen each other for a long time, and he didn't know what to say to him, so he could only find a topic in embarrassment.

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao came back to his senses, looked down at the instant noodles in his hand: "Well, I feel like eating this quickly, my friend is going to be late for class."

"Then do you want me to see you off?" Cen Qin offered to propose, "I came here by car."

Cen Xiao was silent, "He lives opposite the school, just across the road."

To Cen Qin, these words sounded like a polite refusal from his own children.

He was dumb for a moment, then nodded, "Then..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Xiao suddenly said: "But you can send me to acting class."

"I'm going to be late too."

Hearing this, Cen Qin was startled, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the gate of the community."

"Then can I have dinner with him first?" Cen Xiao glanced at the time, afraid of delaying him, explained: "It will be soon."

"It's okay, I'm free tonight." Cen Qin waved his hand, "You can eat as long as you want."

Although Cen Qin said so, Cen Xiao still didn't dare to waste too much time.

He hurried back to the door of Fu Zhun's house, tentatively tried the fingerprint lock with his own fingers.

With a "click", the door opened.

Cen Xiao paused, then quietly pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the house, Fu Zhun seemed to have just come out of the shower. While wiping his hair, he whispered frantically, "Scumbag, this man is a scumbag."

Cen Xiao: "..."

As soon as he heard these two words, he knew that Fu Zhun was scolding him.

Cen Xiao has heard so much that he is almost immune.

"Are you scolding me again?" Cen Xiao closed the door expressionlessly.

There was a "bang", and Fu Zhun in the room realized that Cen Xiao had returned.

He was scolding the "scumbag" with his mouth still open. He was so frightened that he didn't react for a while.

Cen Xiao walked up to him, pinched his lips and forced him to close his mouth: "Shut up, you."

Suddenly being squeezed into a duck, Fu Zhun didn't dare to speak.

It wasn't until Cen Xiao went to the kitchen to make instant noodles that he reluctantly let him go.

Fu Zhun followed behind Cen Xiao with a guilty conscience, and whispered, "Why are you back again?"

"Otherwise, I'll be scolded by you behind my back?" Cen Xiao unpacked the instant noodles without changing his expression, then turned around and said, "I can't come back to settle accounts with you?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun awkwardly rubbed his freshly washed hair.

Water droplets splashed, and a few drops landed on Cen Xiao's face.

Cen Xiao closed his eyes, smelling the fragrance of the same shampoo, he inexplicably felt a little short of breath.

He settled down for a while, then turned around and continued adding seasonings to the instant noodles.

He didn't argue with Fu Zhun any more, he took a deep breath and asked lightly, "Which flavor do you want?"

"I can do both." Fu Zhun coughed lightly, and glanced at the two boxes of instant noodles on the counter: "Which one do you like to eat?"

"I haven't eaten it, so I don't know." Cen Xiao replied without changing his expression.

Fu Zhun paused, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Seeing his expression, Cen Xiao thought he didn't believe it, so he explained helplessly: "Although it sounds outrageous, I really haven't eaten much."

His diet has been strictly controlled by Meng Zhen since he was a child. Even if he eats boxed lunches on the set, it must be checked by Meng Zhen.

Instant noodle snacks are hardly eaten.

"No, it's not outrageous." Fu Zhun looked at the two boxes of instant noodles, coughed lightly and said, "I haven't eaten them either."

"Huh?" Cen Xiao frowned.

"Really." Fu Zhun's expression seemed quite sincere: "Although it sounds outrageous, I really haven't eaten it."

As if thinking of a suitable reason for himself, Fu Zhun was quiet for a moment before continuing: "After all, my family is too rich, and I never eat instant noodles."

Cen Xiao: "..."

This reason is really irrefutable.

I don't know where this sentence caught Cen Xiao's smile.

He suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "Then Mr. Fu is so unreal, how can he be called a little princess."

"Isn't this a little fairy?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

Cen Xiao seemed to have other thoughts, and after pondering for a moment, he suddenly said, "Then next time, do you have to wear..."

"You can do it." Fu Zhun knew what he was going to say as soon as he heard this half of the sentence, and curled his lips in disbelief, "Don't try to fool me into wearing women's clothes again, it's only once in your life."

Cen Xiao lowered his eyes and pressed the lid of the instant noodles on, and said with a smile, "Is it so good-looking just for once?"

"That's not so strict." Fu Zhun saw that he seemed to be looking forward to it, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he began to bargain: "It's just that this is the benefit of my future boyfriend."

"..."

"Are you?"

"It's a pity." Cen Xiao didn't answer his words, but shook his head regretfully.

When he faced this topic, he subconsciously avoided it for a day or two.

Seeing him like this, Fu Zhun knew and pretended not to understand, so he simply closed his mouth.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a long time.

It wasn't until the aroma of the instant noodles filled the surroundings, and when Cen Xiao brought the instant noodles to the dining table beside him, he suddenly said, "Ala."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun paused with his hand dragging the chair, and after a pause of half a second, he pulled the chair away and sat down: "Yes."

"I'm not trying to hold you down." Cen Xiao thought for several days before deciding to have an open and honest talk with him.

Probably because he didn't expect Cen Xiao to mention this matter himself, Fu Zhun couldn't help being startled.

After being quiet for a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, and replied: "Yes, I know."

The tone seemed perfunctory, but Cen Xiao knew he had listened.

"I have never made such a good friend." Cen Xiao tore off the cover of the instant noodles in front of him, stirred it with a fork and said, "You are the first."

After a pause, he continued: "In all fairness, I don't want to stop getting in touch with you forever because of some things."

"En." Fu Zhun also fiddled with the instant noodles in his bowl with lowered eyes, quietly listening to Cen Xiao's words.

"And I can't fall in love." Cen Xiao didn't eat after stirring for a long time. He just lowered his eyes and said to himself: "It's too tiring to hide under the camera. I won't fall in love in the future."

These words made Fu Zhun both happy and sad.

Fortunately, Cen Xiao didn't intend to be with anyone.

Sadly, even he cannot be an exception.

"I know." After Fu Zhun finished listening, the corners of Fu Zhun's lips were straightened.

He can't even pretend.

He wanted to act like he didn't care, but he couldn't do it because of his poor acting skills.

Obviously trying to calm down, but others still seem to be putting on bad faces.

Cen Xiao looked at his expression and was silent, and finally said only one sentence: "Think about it again, if you really only like boys, then find someone who also likes you."

Unexpectedly, this sentence suddenly stepped on Fu Zhun's anger.

He frantically stirred the instant noodles with a fork, but he didn't eat a bite, and whispered in his mouth: "If you weren't a man, who the hell would like men."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Then," Cen Xiao couldn't help being a little dumb when he heard his words, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "Then do as you like, as long as you like it."

"I'm so happy." Fu Zhun was so angry that his whole body was about to smoke: "It's fine if you don't like me, but why do you make me like others?"

"What are you doing? What kind of disease is my love that makes you avoid it so much?"

"No." Cen Xiao saw that his temper was getting up, and he was a little at a loss for a while, so he had the patience to explain to him: "It's just that there is no need to waste time on me."

"Then it's fucking my time." Fu Zhun put the fork aside, pointed to his nose and said, "Where I like to waste it, can you control it?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Fu Zhun's anger came so suddenly that Cen Xiao didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He seemed to be holding back for a long time, and spit out all the words in one brain, as if the flood had opened the floodgates: "What's wrong with me doing what I like? I've never seen you care about it like this." wide idol."

"How about staying away from the lives of fans? Focus on yourself and improve your business capabilities." The first thing he said was an old star chaser.

Cen Xiao: "..."

Seeing that Fu Zhun was really in a hurry, Cen Xiao rubbed his forehead, he could only calm his emotions first and said: "I'm meddling in my own business, don't be angry, let's eat."

"Fuck me, I won't eat." Fu Zhun pushed the box of instant noodles forward, not wanting to eat at all, "I'm going to be late anyway, and I don't want to go to class, it's annoying."

Once his child's temper came up, Cen Xiao felt a little bit helpless with him.

You can reason with an adult, but you can't reason with a child.

Fu Zhun obviously didn't want to be reasonable at the moment.

So Cen Xiao could only calm down and say: "Then don't go, take a sick leave with the teacher, if you ask me, I will testify for you."

Cen Xiao was not in the mood to eat after being made so much noise. He got up and packed up the two boxes of instant noodles: "I'll help you take the trash down. After drying your hair, go to sleep and see you tomorrow."

After speaking, seeing that Fu Zhun didn't say a word, he simply assumed that he had acquiesced.

Until Cen Xiao went out with the garbage bag, Fu Zhun sat at the dining table without saying a word.

Not even moving.

Only when Cen Xiao opened the door, he heard the voice, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

Before closing the door, he didn't take his eyes off.

The conversation eventually fell apart.

Cen Xiao threw the garbage bag into the big trash can outside, and patted the ashes off his hands.

He looked up at the window of Fu Zhun's house.

In the current season, the sky has sunk, and every house has turned on the lights.

Cen Xiao looked up and saw the big French windows in the living room of Fu Zhun's house.

Most people close the curtains as soon as they get home and turn on the lights.

The light was only covered for a moment and disappeared without a trace.

In just a few seconds, the few houses in this building that had just turned on the lights were almost dark.

But Fu Zhun's family didn't.

His curtains were just so wide open, without any intention of covering up.

The light came out from the window, allowing Cen Xiao to see it at a glance.

He stood where he was, looking up for a moment.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that Cen Xiao felt that his neck was starting to feel sore, so he slowly looked away, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

However, the moment he retracted his gaze.

By the French window on the top floor, someone suddenly walked over.

The man lay on the window, poked his head and looked down, as if he was looking for someone.

Cen Xiao stood downstairs rubbing his neck, and waited until he was almost relieved before preparing to leave.

Before leaving, he seemed to be unwilling to give up, and glanced up again in a strange way.

It turned out that Fu Zhun happened to be lying by the window.

Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, Cen Xiao could somehow imagine his pitiful appearance now.

It should be similar to the appearance of lying on the bathroom door just now.

If it wasn't too embarrassing to howl here, maybe Fu Zhun would really howl again.

The two just stared at each other silently, neither of them moved.

Even though they couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, they still looked at each other for a long time as if they were having fun.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, Cen Xiao sighed, smiled and took out his mobile phone to call Fu Zhun.

After ringing for two seconds, the call is connected.

But no one spoke first, not even a "Hello".

Fu Zhun on the other end seemed to be angry, insisting on waiting for Cen Xiao to speak first.

But Cen Xiao didn't say anything for a long time, he didn't know if he was trying to organize his words or what.

The two just looked at each other up and down, holding mobile phones in their hands, but didn't say a word.

After a long time, Fu Zhun waited a little restlessly, thinking about whether he should pass up the steps first...

Cen Xiao handed him the steps first.

As if aware of his small thoughts, Cen Xiao said very politely——

"Little Boss Fu."

"The thing about the special service..."

"Do you still keep your word?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun didn't understand, so he said: "What?"

After being stunned for half a second, he finally realized that it was the sentence he said when he was joking before, providing various special services for free.

"What special service do you want?"

Fu Zhun felt that for a rigid person like Cen Xiao, special services were nothing more than serious matters.

Like helping with homework, helping with laundry, helping with the day and so on.

But he never expected that Cen Xiao really ordered a very special service——

"I want to ask Mr. Fu to be my boyfriend for a day."

"I don't know if it's okay?"