I was robbed by the scumbag Bai Yueguang

Fu Qianxing was very embarrassed, "I'm sorry for messing up Ye Chen's birthday."

"What's so important about birthdays is—" Ye Chen looked at the silent Mo Feng, "You said why didn't you ask, you scared Chen Ran this time, we grew up together, Chen Ran and Chen Ran Your relationship is a little bit special, it stands to reason that he came to this world a few hours earlier than you, but he has been following you all these years, brother Feng is long and brother Feng is short, how hurtful you are."

After all, Ye Chen was thinking about their friendship and didn't want to make it too stiff, and he didn't think Lin Chenran would do such a vicious thing.

"Damn him, I'll make it up for you after your birthday, we'll go back first."

Mo Feng stood up and pulled Fu Qianxing up as well.

Ye Chen sighed, "Hey——I can't help the child when he grows up——"

The corner of Fu Qianxing's mouth twitched, Ye Chen's cowhide!

Contrary to Ye Chen's motherly love, Lian Xingzhou is a strict father, "Mo Feng, if you mess up again, you will be a big fool."

After finishing speaking, the door was closed with a "bang".

Fu Qianxing couldn't dress well, so he wrapped himself in a coat, his trousers were still wet, and he shivered from the cold when he went out.

Mo Feng was distressed but there was nothing he could do. This feeling made him anxious.

Opposite them, Lin Chenran who left was sitting in the car, his foot was hanging on the gas pedal, he wanted to fall but stopped again, he watched Mo Feng graciously open the door for Fu Qianxing, he was afraid He bumped his head, blocking for him.

There was a bloody taste in his mouth.

The fingers resting on the steering wheel raised and lowered restlessly.

The two were talking in the car, getting very close, very close——

Mo Feng gently rubbed Fu Qianxing's head.

The opponent pushed Mo Feng away.

The excessive ambiguity and intimacy made Lin Chenran step on it.

"Ding--"

The phone rang.

Lifting his feet in a panic, Mo Feng's car drove away without incident.

Lin Chenran stared fixedly, breathing a little out of balance, picked up the phone, wiped his forehead, and then noticed that he was sweating so much.

"what's up?"

"I found the photo you mentioned."

"I'll get it."

Fu Qianxing was lying on the bed, he thought about it carefully, ever since he decided to save Mo Feng, he has been dancing on the tip of the knife.

What a troublemaker.

[Gan: You can choose another easy path. ]

Fu Qianxing: Gan, if the mission fails, I will return to my own body, right?

[Gan: Hmm. ]

Fu Qianxing: Then how to judge this failure?

[Gan: Judging by the end time of the world in the book. ]

Fu Qianxing: How much longer?

[Gan: One year. ]

Fu Qianxing didn't expect it to be so fast, and was a little bit disappointed for a while: How long is my real life left?

[Gan: Judging from your current OOC frequency, your lifespan can last until your mission fails. ]

Fu Qianxing didn't want such an ending. He wanted to turn over, but as soon as he was pressed against his back, he turned back with grinning teeth: Does any degree of OOC reduce one day's lifespan?

[Gan: No, the worst time you have done so far is when you saved Mo Feng and killed Lin Chenran last time, you directly lost three years of life. ]

Fu Qianxing: If I fail the mission and leave, will the original owner return to this body?

[Gan: Yes. ]

Hearing this answer, Fu Qianxing felt even more uncomfortable.

The next day, Mo Feng originally wanted to stay with Fu Qianxing at home, but Fu Qianxing drove him away. After all, it was too noisy to make phone calls one after another.

And now he saw that Mo Feng didn't know what kind of expression he should use, what kind of tone he should speak.

Lying on the bed like a salted fish, if the original Fu Qianxing came back, would Mo Feng be able to tell that they were two people?Still can't notice anything, continue to like Fu Qianxing, like Fu Qianxing who is not her.

But at that time, I should have——

Who he likes has nothing to do with him.

Or, he doesn't like himself for the best.

"Tsk!" He rubbed his head irritably, "Fu Qianxing, are you crazy! What are you thinking! You are a straight man!"

[Gan:...]

In the afternoon, Ye Chen called, "Qianxing, how do you feel?"

"Well, it's okay, the medicine is quite effective."

"You should pay attention to yourself, are you at home now?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can you give me a hand?"

"of course."

"Hey, Mr. Fu is really a good student. Please help me find a folder at Mo Feng's place. It's the bills from my store last year. At that time, there was something wrong with the accountant I hired. I asked Mo Feng to look it over for me. , I kept forgetting to take it back, it’s going to be the end of the year, I have to start reconciliation.”

Fu Qianxing went to the study while listening, "Oh, wait a minute, I'll look for it."

"Thanks, Mo Feng should be busy, I called him just now but didn't answer."

"He's as busy as the third grandson."

Ye Chen was amused by him.

Mo Feng searched around in the study room but did not find any folder with the word "Ye" written on it, so he went upstairs to Mo Feng's bedroom.

"Qianxing, you are the only one who dares to say that about him."

Fu Qianxing flipped through the drawer, "That's not necessarily the case, someone will definitely speak ill of him behind his back."

"That's also behind it, the last time I saw Mo Feng's appearance yesterday was—" Ye Chen suddenly became hoarse, Fu Qianxing took out a folder from the drawer, and asked curiously: "When was the last time I saw it? "

As he spoke, he glanced at the folder in his hand, and there was a word "leaf".

"Let's wait for Mo Feng to tell you himself, did you find it?"

Ye Chen didn't intend to continue, and Fu Qianxing couldn't continue to inquire about this kind of privacy, "Well, I found it."

"Wait a while, Xingzhou will pick it up and bring you delicious food—"

"Thank you, Doctor Ye."

Fu Qianxing reached out to close the drawer, narrowed his eyes and opened the drawer again, Ye Chen was still talking over there, "As long as student Fu is obedient and heals his wounds obediently, there will be gifts when he recovers—"

Fu Qianxing stared at the half of the paper exposed from the folder in the drawer. On the left was written: Fu Qianxing's file.

He took out the folder suspiciously.

"Thousand stars?"

"Ah, um, then I'm waiting for Dr. Ye's gift."

"Okay, hang up."

"Bye-Bye."

Fu Qianxing put down the phone and looked at the things in his hand. Mo Feng had investigated him.

It's not incomprehensible, even if it's uncomfortable.

Something fell out of it as he sat down in the chair and pulled it out of the clip.

He bent down to pick it up, but the moment he saw the object, his pupils shrank, and all the materials in his hand fell to the ground. He maintained the posture of bending over, and after a full 5 minutes, he took the paper with trembling hands. The photo on the ground was picked up.

The man in the photo is no stranger to him now, after all, this is his current face!

This is the original Fu Qianxing!

A shameful posture, with a strange man beside him.

Fu Qianxing's Adam's apple rolled, his head was a little confused, and even his vision was a little blurred. He picked up all the materials on the ground again. They were all about Fu Qianxing.

Mo Feng investigated him.

In other words, this photo is also the result of the investigation.

In other words, Mo Feng knew what kind of person Fu Qianxing should be.

and so--

Fu Qianxing took a deep breath.

So every time I rejected him and acted very clean, what did Mo Feng think, what did he think!

Fu Qianxing's fists were clenched loudly.

It felt like a joke.

After an unknown amount of time, the doorbell rang.

The statue-like Fu Qianxing calmly picked up Ye Chen's folder, wiped his face and went out.

This was the first time that he and Lian Xingzhou met alone. Lian Xingzhou was wearing a helmet and handed him the food in his hand, "My wife bought it for you, let me remind you, don't eat carelessly. "

"Thank you."

Fu Qianxing took the food almost numbly, and handed him the folder.

Lian Xingzhou saw his ugly face, "Is the injury serious? Your face is ugly."

"I didn't sleep much last night, hehe—"

"Then you have a good rest and go."

The yelling of the motorcycle was getting farther and farther away. Fu Qianxing leaned against the wall, and the past with Mo Feng that made him feel shy and humiliated appeared in his mind. How did Mo Feng think of himself at those times?

He squatted down feebly, and his back felt a burning pain against the wall.

But this time the pain made him feel better.

[Gan: Pay attention to your injuries. ]

Mo Feng, who had been busy all day, just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to call Fu Qianxing when he saw Lian Xingzhou's message: I went to your place to pick up Ye Chen's things just now, and Fu Qianxing's face looked unhappy.

Ye Chen's stuff?

He didn't remember what Ye Chen had in his possession, and he didn't pay attention to Ye Chen, so he just ignored it, and hurriedly dialed Fu Qianxing's phone number.

After hesitating for a while, he didn't press the call button. Instead, he put away his phone, picked up his jacket and walked out on crutches, "Xiao Wu, take me back."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, didn't he just say that he had to work overtime, but the workers didn't dare to ask more questions.

Mo Feng returned home anxiously in the darkness, when a van that was going up at the corner suddenly backed away quietly, Lin Chenran was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, watching Mo Feng get out of the car with gloomy eyes, and sat in the back seat. Fatty Liu Zhang looked at him nervously.

As soon as Mo Feng opened the door, he saw Fu Qianxing curled up and squatting by the wall.

"Qianxing, what's wrong with you?" He stretched out his hand anxiously.

Fu Qianxing, who had been sitting there all afternoon, was shivered by the cold wind, "Don't touch me."

His tone was alienated to the point of indifference, which was even more uncomfortable than the tone when the two met for the first time, at least there was still anger in his tone at that time.

Mo Feng's hand stopped in the air, "Did I do something wrong again?"

Some innocent inquiries made Fu Qianxing's heart ache like being hammered by a blunt weapon.

He hoped that Mo Feng would be angry with himself, it would be more real.

He wanted to get up, his body was a little stiff, Mo Feng wanted to help him but was forced back by his eyes.

He supported the wall and stood up, looking at Mo Feng, he couldn't believe that the tenderness in Mo Feng's eyes was fake, he was playing tricks on him.

but--

Why!

He can't understand!

"Mo Feng, tell me, do you like Fu Qianxing's face and body, or Fu Qianxing's soul?"

Sometimes Mo Feng couldn't answer.

Fu Qianxing is Fu Qianxing, Fu Qianxing's face and body contain Fu Qianxing's soul, why ask separately.

"If you like Fu Qianxing's soul, then I tell you not to like Fu Qianxing. If you like Fu Qianxing's face and body, then I hope you don't like Fu Qianxing." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked back.

After all, it was a little selfish.