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

In the end, Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun were neatly grouped together and got out of the house.

In the middle of the summer night, even the breeze brought a little dryness.

Wearing thin short-sleeved clothes, Cen Xiao didn't feel cold, and even felt that the wind brought all the heat.

It was stuffy and uncomfortable.

However, Fu Zhun was completely opposite to him, as if he had just come out of an ice cave in the North Pole, he kept yelling that he was cold and wanted to rub against Cen Xiao.

Cen Xiao was hot and annoyed by his rubbing, so he punched him with his backhand: "I'm sweaty, stay away from me."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun curled his lips and said in a low voice, "Why do you dislike me? Isn't this just pretending?"

The words that Fu Zhun said with a sullen face just now are quite impressive, and in the name of Mr. Fu, Meng Zhen really got involved.

But when Meng Zhen came back to her senses, she immediately noticed something was wrong, and she changed the matter back.

In the end, it was the grandma who decided to have a good talk with her daughter and let them go out and find a place to live, so today's farce was hastily ended.

"What if Auntie still doesn't like me?" Fu Zhun kept recalling what was wrong with his performance just now in his brain.

Right now I'm in a state of insane anxiety.

Hearing this, Cen Xiao glanced at him with no emotion on his face: "Is it a big influence not to like you?"

"It doesn't matter." Fu Zhun thought for a while, "But I just feel that something is missing."

"I'll make it up for you." Cen Xiao remembered that Fu Zhun mentioned that he didn't get the gift just now, and felt that he owed him a lot: "Instead of counting on my mother, it's better to count on me."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to add a half-reminder and half-threat: "After this village, there will be no more shops."

"True love?" Fu Zhun leaned closer to him again, and lowered his head to ask in his ear.

The scorching breath sprayed in his ears, making Cen Xiao feel a little uncomfortable, he tilted his head slightly with red ear tips, and said after moving away from him: "Back."

"Then give me a good night's sleep first." Seeing his reaction, Fu Zhun held back a smile and raised his hand to touch the tip of his ear, then lazily yawned and said, "I'm sleepy."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He was really laughed at by Fu Zhun.

He found that Fu Zhun really never seized the opportunity, and he wouldn't open his mouth when the cake was thrown in his face.

"Good sleep." Cen Xiao nodded seriously, and said with a sneer, "After all, dreams have everything."

After finishing speaking, he checked the nearest hotel while walking, preparing to spend the night.

The two of them are living outside now, and it looks really pitiful.

However, Fu Zhun immediately stopped Cen Xiao, and instead proposed to go to a villa area almost a city away - Fu Zhun's family.

Originally, Cen Xiao wanted to live in the house next to their high school, but Cen Xiao's grandmother's house was on the edge of Zhoucheng, which was some distance away.

The distance was not short, and it was inconvenient to take a taxi, so Cen Xiao simply gave up.

As a result, the address reported by Fu Zhun is farther than this house.

Heinously far.

They are now in the south of Zhoucheng, and Fu Zhun's family has already gone to the north.

Cen Xiao looked at the map, raised his head without a word, and concluded: "You are really sleepy."

Otherwise, how can you talk in your sleep.

However, Fu Zhun didn't think there was any problem at all, "I've already accompanied you home, what's wrong with you accompanying me home?"

There was nothing wrong with hearing this sentence at first, but when Cen Xiao pondered it carefully later, he always felt that this sentence was like——

I spent the New Year with you home last year, what happened to you accompanying me home for the New Year this year? !

Cen Xiao: "..."

Live the days of guns and friends, worrying about the hearts of husband and wife.

Coughing twice, and suppressing the uncomfortable embarrassment, Cen Xiao returned to his expressionless state, "Aren't you sleepy? By then, it will probably be dawn."

"Isn't it just a three-hour drive?" Fu Zhun didn't think there was anything wrong at all, and was even extremely innocent: "Take a taxi, and you can sleep in the car."

Where can I take a taxi in the middle of the night in the wilderness.

Cen Xiao was so fucking speechless.

But the little princess had spoken, and he was too lazy to argue with this fallacious person, so he simply proved it to him with practical actions. At this time, it is impossible to hit such a place——

In fact, you can also get a taxi.

When Cen Xiao saw someone accepting an order on his phone, his expression went blank for a moment.

He originally wanted to slap Fu Zhun in the face, but now his own face was slapped.

Fu Zhun looked like he had expected it a long time ago, and he couldn't hide the complacency on his face: "Did you hit it?"

With a momentary impulse, Cen Xiao wanted to cancel the order.

But he didn't, he suppressed the urge, took a deep breath, and waited quietly for the driver to drive over.

Within a minute, the driver arrived in a very "low-key" white Maserati.

Cen Xiao didn't look carefully at the model information just now, and he didn't realize it until the car drove over, and he was surprised for a long time.

What kind of magical operation is it for a driver in a luxury car to go to the wilderness to pick up orders in the middle of the night?

Is the luxury car driver short of this money?

Cen Xiao walked over to check the order information with the driver in disbelief, "Hello..."

However, the driver master was a little strange.

Da Xia was wearing a mask, and he never looked at Cen Xiao directly. He just asked the tail number of his phone and let them get into the car.

The eyes even dodged a little, with a sneaky look.

Those who didn't know thought they had just completed the case.

Cen Xiao pursed his lips. For a moment, he felt that the driver's face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Frowning and recalling for a while, he even wondered if this person was a wanted criminal somewhere, so he whispered to Fu Zhun beside him, "This driver is a bit strange."

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Zhun yawned casually, and casually took out a Swiss Army knife from his trousers pocket, twirled it twice between his fingers, and said leisurely, "It's not like I can't beat it."

Cen Xiao: "..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun turned the blade out, as if he was afraid that Cen Xiao would not believe it.

Cen Xiao looked at the blade with a cold light in front of him, and was speechless for a moment.

He really didn't expect that Fu Zhun would carry this thing with him.

He thought it was a routine operation for the man to take out a lollipop from his pocket.

After a moment of silence, seeing that Fu Zhun had already sat in with a stick...and a knife, he suddenly felt that what Fu Zhun said just now was justified.

That's right, two young and strong men with knives were afraid of what a single-handed middle-aged uncle would do.

That uncle should be afraid.

After Cen Xiao figured it out, he also sat in.

Originally, Cen Xiao would not make a sound at this time, but when he saw the luxury configuration in the car and the leather seats underneath, he still felt that something was not right.

Probably because all the signs made this master too weird, he felt uneasy, and asked a few more questions very rarely: "Master, are you not sleepy in the middle of the night? You still go to this kind of place to take orders?"

"Not sleepy, not sleepy." The master waved his hand, and the tone of his voice really couldn't tell that he was sleepy, and he was even a little excited: "I can't sleep at night, so go out and drive for a drive, and make a little money by the way."

Cen Xiao: "..."

There seems to be no flaw in this statement.

He was about to ask something more, when he saw that Fu Zhun had fallen asleep with his arms around him.

Probably really sleepy, Fu Zhun leaned against the side and fell asleep as soon as he got in the car.

Seeing that he was so sleepy, Cen Xiao couldn't bear to talk any more, for fear of waking him up.

But I felt uneasy about the driver who appeared in the wilderness in the middle of the night, and didn't dare to fall asleep like Fu Zhun.

So along the way, he forced his eyes open, staring at the route on the phone while staring at the driver.

The driver was terrified: "Young man, don't you really want to sleep?"

"Don't sleep, we'll be there soon." Cen Xiaoqiang forced a smile, "It's not too late."

After all, it's only a 10-minute drive away.

Driving along this road, Cen Xiao has been paying no attention to the scenery outside the window.

Now that he was getting closer to his destination, he turned his head and looked out of the car window.

At this time, the sky was no longer wrapped in the thick night like when they first came out, but it was like a veil, with a faint light on the horizon, and the color of the entire sky was diluted.

Cen Xiao looked at the time, and he was right.

It's almost dawn when we get home.

Probably bright moments can always bring some sense of security, Cen Xiao, who has been tense all the time, uncontrollably feels sleepy.

He dozed off quietly, and finally woke up when Fu Zhun wanted to carry him out.

"It's here?" Cen Xiao half-opened his eyes, still feeling drowsy, and couldn't tell the difference for a while.

"En." Fu Zhun put one hand on the side of the car door, looked down at him who was still in the car, and said in a low voice, "Go home."

He glanced in the direction of his bedroom, and heaved a sigh of relief, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

He reached out and pinched Cen Xiao's face, "Go home and sleep."

Only then did Cen Xiao wake up from his sleepiness, and reluctantly got up.

He originally wanted to ask Fu Zhun how he would explain if his parents saw him, but now he was so sleepy that his brain stopped functioning and he didn't want to ask anything.

With his eyes half open and half closed, he was led into the house by Fu Zhun, and then led upstairs.

When Cen Xiao entered the room, his eyelids were still glued together.

So he didn't see what was going on in the room at all, and only wanted to let Fu Zhun take him to bed to sleep.

However, Fu Zhun stopped at the door and did not move.

After following Cen Xiao for a while, he slowly opened his eyelids.

In the end, before he opened his eyes to understand, Cen Xiao suddenly felt as if his whole body had been lifted into the air, and his feet left the ground in an instant.

Cen Xiao woke up suddenly, and by the time he realized it, everyone was already lying on the bed.

He felt the soft touch under his body, and touched a few unknown things with his fingertips.

He twisted it lightly, and with the faint morning light outside the window, he could see clearly what was between his fingers.

Those are rose petals.

The morning light was faint, and the sunlight seemed to be crushed, reflecting mottledly on Fu Zhun.

Also plated on that petal.

But why is it mottled?

After being in a daze for a moment, Cen Xiao turned his head slightly to look at the French window.

The four glass doors were all pasted with a big red "囍" character.

The morning light came in through the hollowed-out place little by little, and shone on Fu Zhun.

Cen Xiao squinted his eyes, watched Fu Zhun leaning down in front of him under the shattered sunlight, and said to him word by word——

"I don't know whether you like Chinese style or Western style, grand or low-key."

"After much deliberation, I can only stick to both sides. There is an explanation for being complained by you."

Hearing what he said, the words that came to Cen Xiao's lips suddenly turned into a helpless chuckle: "Why did I blame you?"

Although this Chinese and Western wedding room is a bit different and weird, Cen Xiao feels that this is indeed what Fu Zhun should do.

He thought about it, and exposed Fu Zhun without hesitation: "Obviously you want both sides, and if you can't get entangled, you will push it to me."

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Fu Zhun blinked innocently.

It seems to be very arrogantly acquiescing.

Cen Xiao glanced at him pretending to be disgusted, and was about to stand up and look around the so-called "marriage room", but before he got up, Fu Zhun pushed him back.

The moment his back touched the mattress, Fu Zhun also fell down.

The scorching breaths of the two intertwined in an instant, which was extremely chaotic.

As long as one of them moves forward a little, they can touch each other immediately.

Unfortunately, for a while, they suddenly fell silent in unison.

The house is quiet, only the sound of birdsong outside the window echoing around, making it even more silent.

Cen Xiao seemed to realize that Fu Zhun had something to say, so he looked at him without blinking, waiting for the next sentence.

But Fu Zhun lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, as if he had finally prepared a long speech, he suddenly took a breath and made a move.

He reached over the back of Cen Xiao's head, and took out a small navy blue velvet box from under his pillow.

Cen Xiao looked at him and didn't speak, just quietly waiting for Fu Zhun to give him a chance to speak out the long speech he had been brewing for a long time.

However, Fu Zhun just moved his lips without making a sound.

It seems that there is a lot to say, but I forgot the words for a while.

Cen Xiao waited for a while.

Seeing the sky outside the window fading and the light getting brighter, Cen Xiao finally smiled and sighed, ready to break the silent atmosphere: "You..."

Unexpectedly, just as he said a word, Fu Zhun, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke out as if he was afraid of being snatched first.

All the small confession essays he had prepared before were thrown away without a trace.

At the moment when the morning sun floated up, with the first gleam of light in the sky, he only picked the most inseparable sentence in it——

"elder brother."

"Will you marry me?"