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

Although the requirements of this great adventure are very wonderful in the eyes of those who fear the world will not be chaotic.

But there was no women's clothing for boys at the scene, and Fu Zhun didn't want Cen Xiao to wear women's clothing on this occasion.

He turned his head and winked at the host. Fortunately, the host was clever and immediately understood.

She said with a look of embarrassment: "The clothing conditions can't keep up, maybe it can't be done."

"Since the scene is not available, then after the broadcast, Brother Cen Xiao wears it and takes pictures and posts it on Weibo." Qiu Nanzhou seemed to not understand the host's hint, and insisted on the requirement of women's clothing, making it clear that he wanted Cen Xiao to show up. Embarrassing: "Brother Cen Xiao is willing to bet and admit defeat, right?"

Hearing that his top hat was put on, Cen Xiao didn't bother to say much, so he simply responded generously: "Okay."

It's just that behind every Cen Xiao who is free and easy, there is usually a Fu Zhun who is being beaten.

As soon as he left the scope of the camera, Cen Xiao's originally decent expression instantly sank.

The cold gaze swept across Fu Zhun's cheeks, causing his face to freeze instantly.

Fu Zhun lowered his eyes guiltyly, but couldn't help but secretly raised his eyes to look at Cen Xiao cautiously.

After finally surviving the live broadcast and leaving the venue, Fu Zhun looked around and saw that Qiu Nanzhou was still chatting with others nearby, so he could only keep a distance from Cen Xiao one by one.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Fu Zhun saw that there was no one around, so he finally quickened his pace and followed.

In the end, before he could walk over, he watched Cen Xiao get into Sun Zuoqiao's car.

Fu Zhun was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that he was in a hurry.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call to Cen Xiao: "Brother, I..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he uttered these few words, Cen Xiao hung up the phone.

The most fundamental reason for today's incident is that Fu Zhun was on the wrong number and liked some.

If it wasn't for Fu Zhun to smooth things over, Cen Xiao wouldn't have to wear women's clothes again.

Cen Xiao was so angry that he got into Sun Zuoqiao's car directly after the show, and ignored Fu Zhun.

"Not going back to the villa, go to Yuexian Yaju." Cen Xiao leaned back in his chair, glanced at Fu Zhun who was still on the phone not far from the car window, then closed his eyes and said lazily.

"Ah?" Hearing the sound, Sun Zuoqiao hesitated instead.

Seeing his strange reaction, Cen Xiao half-opened his eyes to look at Sun Zuoqiao in the rearview mirror, and said with a sneer, "What? You were bought by Fu Zhun again?"

Sun Zuoqiao: "..."

"It's really not this time." Sun Zuoqiao rubbed his nose guilty, "I don't really suggest you go back, mainly because Teacher Meng has been looking for you recently."

After a short pause, he finally said what he had been talking about for a long time: "Ms. Meng has been wanting to talk to you for the past few days, but you have blocked her mobile phone number, so she can only come to ask me."

"And then?" Cen Xiao snorted softly, "Then she went to my house to block me?"

"I really can't guarantee that." Sun Zuoqiao scratched his head, "After all, you know Teacher Meng's temper, so it's hard to say."

Hearing this, Cen Xiao nodded clearly, and prepared to make a confession: "How do you explain to her why I haven't been home these days?"

"I said that you have to re-shoot a few parts of the scene you filmed before. You are not in Huadu recently, so you will come back from the live broadcast tonight. After the end, you have to rush back to continue filming. I am too busy and have no time."

"Yes." Hearing Sun Zuoqiao's words, Cen Xiao nodded in agreement, "Then let's go back to the old place today."

Seeing this, Sun Zuoqiao started to worry again: "Then what about Mr. Fu? Are you not angry anymore?"

"I won't go home when I'm angry?" Cen Xiao looked at him amusedly, and closed his eyes again: "If he is sensible, he shouldn't go home."

However, it turns out that Fu Zhun is really amazing.

He is not very sensible, but he is somewhat sensible.

He was not very knowledgeable and went home without fear of death.

Even arrived earlier than Cen Xiao.

And he knows the secret of making Cen Xiao happy.

Fu Zhun knew why Cen Xiao was angry, so he decided to prescribe the right medicine.

After Cen Xiao first arrived at the villa area, Fu Zhun went to his own home first.

He brought out the two sets of skirts he wore in high school for the stage play.

When Cen Xiao transferred to another school, Fu Zhun originally wanted to throw it away on the spot.

But still couldn't bear to start.

He buried his unspeakable little thoughts.Crazy brainwashed himself, telling himself that he actually wanted to keep his black history as Cen Xiao, and release it when he had the chance.

Maybe he can catch the big fish Cen Xiao.

As a result, he has now made his own dark history.

Fu Zhun looked at the princess dress and maid outfit on the bed, and sighed a lot.

It wasn't until he had made enough mental preparations that he finally made up his mind to take the two sets of clothes away.

Before Cen Xiao got home, Fu Zhun quickly got into the bedroom and changed into that princess dress.

When he had a video with Cen Xiao in high school, he only wore another set of maid outfits, and he hadn't worn this tutu skirt yet.

Probably because the length of the skirt gave him a sense of security. After putting it on, he was not as shy as before, but he was able to pack his things calmly.

In the end, he happily got into bed and waited for Cen Xiao to come back.

So as soon as Cen Xiao entered the bedroom, he saw Fu Zhun covering himself tightly with a quilt, leaving only a pair of innocent and pure eyes and a dark, hairy head outside.

He stared at Cen Xiao without blinking, only when Cen Xiao moved, his eyes would barely move.

Seeing this, Cen Xiao stopped for half a second, then looked away lightly, and continued to walk towards the wardrobe.

He took out a change of clothes from the closet without looking sideways, pretending that Fu Zhun didn't exist.

Although Cen Xiao didn't pay attention to him, Fu Zhun was not in a hurry, he just looked at him steadfastly, and said in a cute tone, "Brother, you are back."

"Yeah." Cen Xiao was still angry, and when he heard him pretending to be innocent, he just responded indifferently.

"Brother, don't be angry." Fu Zhun continued without getting discouraged: "I will apologize to my brother."

"Excuse me, shut up." As soon as he started chatting, Cen Xiao felt a headache.

After all, Fu Zhun really couldn't say anything good.

He was too lazy to talk to Fu Zhun, took out his change of clothes, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, when passing by the bed, Fu Zhun's hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt and directly grabbed his arm.

Cen Xiao knew that he had a lot of tricks, so he didn't get rid of him, but just stood there and looked at him solemnly: "What's the matter?"

"I prepared a surprise for my brother." Fu Zhun still had that innocent expression, and blinked twice: "You don't want to see it?"

"What surprises can you have?" Cen Xiao laughed lukewarmly, and said leisurely, "Unless you are wearing women's clothes now, otherwise nothing is a surprise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows suddenly, and with a sudden force on his hand, he directly pulled Cen Xiao onto the bed.

He lifted the quilt and grabbed Cen Xiao to come in, and when Cen Xiao was off guard, he rolled over and pinned him down.

"Brother." Fu Zhun lowered his head, looked at him calmly, held Cen Xiao's hand, and took him caressing the hem of his skirt unhurriedly, and even used a girlish voice that he hadn't seen for a long time: "This is a surprise." Bar?"

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao was taken aback for a moment.

He felt that the material of the clothes in the palm of his hand was obviously different from before, so he pushed Fu Zhun a little, and after pulling away a little distance, he realized what he was wearing.

After being dumb for a moment, Cen Xiao laughed angrily and said, "You can really do it."

"Why?" Fu Zhun snorted softly, "Don't you just like this thing, brother?"

"I didn't say that." Cen Xiao sternly denied it, "You wore it voluntarily."

"Okay, I'm voluntary." Fu Zhun curled his lips and said, "So can you stop being angry?"

"Why can't I be angry anymore?" Cen Xiao snorted softly and asked knowingly.

"I'm so desperate." Seeing that he still didn't let go, Fu Zhun became anxious immediately: "Scumbag."

Hearing his words, Cen Xiao suddenly raised his eyebrows, and condemned him jokingly: "Are you still so dragging your apology?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"I'm sorry scum... I'm sorry brother." Fu Zhun restrained his momentum in an instant, and said in a girly voice: "I'm guilty, I shouldn't like it so that my brother still wears women's clothing to post on Weibo."

Although the voice was not unpleasant, Cen Xiao still felt his scalp tingling.

He pinched Fu Zhun and frowned slightly: "Speak well."

"I apologize so sincerely, why didn't I speak properly?" Fu Zhun clicked his tongue lightly, "You deliberately picked on me."

After a pause, as if he was angry, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Cen Xiao.

Cen Xiao gasped in pain, licked his lips, and said angrily, "Okay, get up, I'm going to take a bath."

"Then when will you wear a skirt?" Fu Zhun lightly took out another skirt from under the quilt: "I've prepared everything for you."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao stared at the dress for a while, and suddenly his focus was out of the sky, very strange, "Why are you wearing princess's and I'm wearing maid's?"

"Is it because you were a dragging princess back then?"

The dragging princess was silent for a moment: "..."

After a pause, Fu Zhun took a look at the suit on himself. After a moment of silence, he suddenly leaned over and explained in Cen Xiao's ear, "Because I have a little selfishness."

"?"

"I want to see my brother in white silk."

"..."

"No, no, brother, can't even satisfy me with this little wish?"

"roll."

……

It's a pity that Cen Xiao didn't agree to wear that maid outfit.

Like a bandit who robbed a civilian girl, he directly took off the princess dress on Fu Zhun.

"Damn it." Fu Zhunsheng sat on the edge of the bed without love, grabbed his T-shirt and put it on with a resentful expression on his face, "I don't know what you think you want to do to me."

Cen Xiao snorted softly, and threw the crumpled princess dress beside the bed as if nothing had happened. After looking at it for a while, he didn't wear it.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Zhun straightened the hem of his clothes, and leaned on the head of the bed carelessly.

Seeing that Cen Xiao was not moving, he dragged Cen Xiao to sit on his lap: "Didn't you say you want to wear it?"

"What are you still doing with this skirt?" Cen Xiao lazily leaned on Fu Zhun's shoulder, his eyes still fixed on the costume.

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pick up the clothes, "It's not very pretty either."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was quiet for a while, somehow he didn't want to admit his hidden thoughts, so he could only quibble: "Keep your black history, and when you become scandalous, I will release it to disturb your scandal object without."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"What you do," Cen Xiao was rendered speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, he only uttered four words: "It's pretty amazing."

After a pause, he looked at Fu Zhun again, his eyes filled with confusion and curiosity: "You hold grudges so much, why don't you ask me why I transferred?"

"Could it be plotting to blow up my black history again?" Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"What black history do you have?" Fu Zhun snorted softly, and asked back: "Could it be that you beat up Qian Zhaoyang? Then I don't have more black history than you?"

As soon as the words fell, Cen Xiao suddenly chuckled, "That's right, you still tricked me into killing Xixi."

Fu Zhun: "..."

This incident seemed a bit embarrassing to the grown-up Fu Zhun. After coughing twice, he changed the topic in a low voice: "Are you still wearing it? Fans are waiting for you to post on Weibo."

Hearing him bring up this disappointing topic again, Cen Xiao let out a breath, and pulled his face off: "You are the only one who is dedicated."

After speaking, he got up and picked up the long skirt, and turned his head to go into the bathroom.

In the end, before taking two steps, Fu Zhun dragged him back again: "Can you pull the zipper yourself?"

"Yes." Cen Xiao pulled the zipper by himself when he was acting in a stage play.

It was only later that the wig got stuck in the zipper, and he asked Fu Zhun to help him pull it once.

Now it's just a matter of zipping it up, which is not too difficult for him.

However, Fu Zhun told him sternly: "No, you can't."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"Take medicine if you are sick." Cen Xiao rolled his eyes at him, and still wanted to stand up from his lap, but Fu Zhun refused to let him go.

"I'll help you put it on." Fu Zhun seemed to be excited, with one arm around Cen Xiao, and the other hand to unbutton his shirt.

Just as the buttons were unbuttoned halfway, Fu Zhun suddenly changed direction.

Cen Xiao felt that the hem of the clothes behind his waist was suddenly pulled out.

The soft touch brushed over his waist, and Cen Xiao was shocked by his touch, and immediately slapped his hand away: "Can you be more honest? I just praised you for your professionalism."

"I'm not professional yet? I've already waited on you to change clothes. Is that called disrespect?" Fu Zhun's fallacies are still one set after another.

After speaking, he directly pressed Cen Xiao to the side of the bed, looking down at his disheveled appearance.

The neckline was opened to the waist, and two buttons were left crumbling.

On the other hand, the cheeks of the person wearing the shirt were still slightly red, which formed a great contrast with the pure white shirt.

"Brother looks great in a white shirt." Fu Zhun chuckled suddenly, "But it looks even better off it."

"Are you finished?" Cen Xiao's cheeks were flushed by his words, revealing a hint of anger: "Where are you talking so much?"

He stretched out his hand to push Fu Zhun, but Fu Zhun clamped his wrist in his palm and pressed it against the bed with his backhand.

Fu Zhun's tone obviously sounded soft, but somehow there was a different sense of danger: "Brother."

Usually it was fine, but whenever Cen Xiao was lying on the bed, he would feel his scalp go numb when he heard Fu Zhun calling his brother in his ear.

Opening his mouth dumbly, Cen Xiao finally came up with a reason to decline: "Don't make trouble, I still want to take pictures and post on Weibo."

"Will they die after a while?" Fu Zhun snorted softly, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Cen Xiao's still thinking about posting on Weibo, completely unaware that he was the first to bring up the topic just now.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, buried Cen Xiao, and nibbled on his neck.

The numbness came over, and Cen Xiao took a deep breath, then gently pulled the hair on the back of Fu Zhun's head, and reminded, "Not here."

He glanced dimly at the one-neck princess dress beside him, "It's inconvenient to take pictures."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun slightly raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him.

Before Cen Xiao could react, what did he mean by raising his eyebrows, suddenly his world turned upside down.

Fu Zhun turned him over and hugged him from behind: "The back is always fine, right?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

However, Fu Zhun's words were not asking for his opinion at all, but just informing him.

As soon as the words fell, Cen Xiao felt his collar being ripped from behind.

His white shoulders were exposed to the air, and Fu Zhun's drooping eyes suddenly dimmed.

His kiss gradually moved down, and the collar of his shirt was pulled back further and further.

Cen Xiao couldn't help reaching out to undo the last two buttons on his shirt.

However, before he could touch the two buttons, Fu Zhun behind him seemed to have noticed it, and pressed his hand to prevent him from undoing it.

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao turned his head to the side, a little embarrassed, and his tone even had a hint of education: "You can put on and take off your clothes as you want, what are you doing with half-clothed clothes?"

"I like it." Fu Zhun raised his head slightly, resting his chin on Cen Xiao's shoulder, with a perverse expression: "Can't you?"

Fu Zhun, who usually talks teasingly, doesn't feel oppressed in front of Cen Xiao.

But now Cen Xiao understood.

This guy can really pretend.

After an unknown amount of time, Cen Xiao suddenly lost his strength.

He buried his head in the pillow in a daze, looked at the crumpled sheets beside him, closed his eyes and said, "Fu Zhun."

"Huh?" Fu Zhun lay beside him, holding him in his arms with a satisfied face, and his tone became cute again: "What's wrong?"

Hearing his innocent tone, Cen Xiao had no strength but still wanted to sneer.

He calmed down, finally opened his eyes and looked at Fu Zhun, and suddenly changed his tone: "Drager."

Just now he was called a big name, but now he suddenly called a nickname, Fu Zhun was a little confused by his shout: "Huh?"

He also thought that he should have been quite gentle just now, and he didn't know what he did wrong, so he was a little at a loss for a while.

"I'm so tired." Cen Xiao knew that Fu Zhun would take soft things rather than hard things, so he still had to use bitter tactics to deal with him.

He instantly turned into a weak look who couldn't lift his hands: "Do me a favor."

Fu Zhun thought he wanted to take a bath, and planned to hug him without saying a word.

Seeing this, Cen Xiao was taken aback by him, "No."

"Ah?" Fu Zhun was startled, and put him down carefully again: "What is that?"

"Bring me my phone first." Cen Xiao suppressed the smile on his lips, tightened the corners of his mouth, ordering him around with peace of mind.

Fu Zhun didn't think there was any problem, so he obediently picked up the pair of trousers at the end of the bed, and looked for his phone in his pocket.

"Here." Fu Zhun handed him the phone and asked curiously, "Is there something urgent?"

"Yeah." Cen Xiao nodded, "Look at Weibo."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun paused, thinking that something important happened on Weibo.

In the end, I took out my phone and looked at the trending searches, and it had nothing to do with them.

Fu Zhun asked inexplicably, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at my Weibo." Cen Xiao clicked on his Weibo private message interface, and pointed the phone screen at Fu Zhun: "Look at my fans."

Hearing his words, Fu Zhun's eyes subconsciously fell on Cen Xiao's cell phone.

Cen Xiao's private message list on Weibo was very neat in the period after the live broadcast just ended.

The fans' comments are all in one color——

[Brother, hungry, little skirt! 】

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Why are they in a hurry?" Seeing this, Fu Zhun snorted unhappily.

Pretentiously sighing, Cen Xiao lazily put down the phone, put his arms around Fu Zhun's waist: "So..."

"Can you do me a favor?"

Cen Xiao rarely took the initiative, so now Fu Zhun is a little confused by him.

But he still said stiffly: "Are you talking nonsense? Can I help you?"

"Really?" Seeing that he agreed without hesitation, Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows suddenly, "Then can you help me feed the fans who are waiting to be fed?"

Fu Zhun didn't understand what he said: "How to vote?"

However, Cen Xiao just stared at him for a while without speaking.

It was as if he was looking at how much money he could sell if Fu Zhun was caught and sold.

Fu Zhun's scalp was numb from his eyes.

Just when he was still thinking about what Cen Xiao said might not be a good thing.

Cen Xiao finally spoke leisurely——

"It's not too difficult."

"?"

"I just hope you..."

"??"

"First put on a women's dress for me to show everyone."

"???"