The male god taught me to attack him

"Succulent grapes!" Jiang Putao was a little surprised when he heard that.

"You like to drink this too!"

He grabbed Feng Yu's sleeve and walked side by side with Feng Yu. When he was happy, he would subconsciously crowd people. If Feng Yu hadn't stood firm, he might have been pushed to the side of the road by Jiang Putao.

Feng Yu looked down at Jiang Putao with deep eyes.

"I haven't drank it, I plan to try it."

I don't know what the test in his mouth is.

Ginger Grape started recommending immediately:

"I'll bring it to you tomorrow, it's super delicious, and the grape meat inside is also delicious, you must like it

! ”

"So sure?" Feng Yu asked.

Ginger Grape nodded vigorously:

"The grapes are so delicious! The meaty grapes taste better!"

Feng Yu nodded thoughtfully:

"Yes, I'll eat and see."

The two chatted all the way, walked into the cafeteria, and sat down in a corner as usual.

As soon as he sat down, Jiang Putao felt an uncomfortable gaze. He turned around and saw Feng Yi who was not far behind them.

Feng Yi looked at them while eating, and when he saw Jiang Putao turned his head, he waved at him and smiled what he thought was handsome.

Jiang Putao immediately turned her head and said "unlucky" to herself.

Seeing that Feng Yu had also found Feng Yi, he put a piece of pot-packed meat from his own plate into Feng Yu's, and reminded again:

"Feng Yu, don't be afraid of him."

Feng Yu looked at the yellow pot-wrapped meat on the dinner plate, but he didn't eat it with his chopsticks, and went to pick up other dishes instead.

Ever since Feng Yi appeared, Feng Yu choked Feng Yi at the beginning, and almost ignored Feng Yi's attitude afterwards. Jiang Putao thought that Feng Yu was afraid, so she moved her position, blocking Feng Yi's view.

Feng Yu ate quietly, and when Jiang Putao wasn't paying attention, he looked up at Feng Yi coldly, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Feng Yi, who was full of smiles, froze, and took the initiative to look away, and didn't look over again, with a faint fear on his face.

Jiang Putao was busy eating, and raised her head halfway, seeing that Feng Yu hadn't eaten the piece of pot-wrapped meat, she urged:

"Feng Yu, why don't you eat it? Do you not like it?"

Feng Yu looked at the lonely pot of meat on his dinner plate. He was actually a bit of a clean freak. If other people dared to do this, he might just dump the whole plate of food. But seeing Jiang Putao's expectant eyes, Feng Yu was silent. After a while, he slowly picked up the piece of pot-packed meat and took a bite.

The Guobao meat that has been out of the pan for a while is not crispy, but it tastes good, sweet and sour, and full of meaty fragrance.

Jiang Putao watched Feng Yu take a bite of the pot-packed meat and licked his lips.

He had already eaten all the pot-packed meat on his plate, and he obviously didn't have enough. Seeing Feng Yu eating at this time, he felt a little greedy.

Seeing Jiang Putao's greedy look, Feng Yu opened his mouth and stuffed the remaining half of the pot meat into his mouth. Looking at Jiang Putao, he lowered his head in disappointment and curled his lips.

Jiang Putao thought, she must ask Aunt Wu to make a big pot of meat tomorrow!

The two returned to the classroom. There was still some time before the class started. Jiang Putao thought about the unfinished strategy task, lay down on the table, tugged at Feng Yu's sleeve, and asked in a low voice:

"Feng Yu, don't you plan to take a break?"

Feng Yu opened the exercises and gave him a sideways glance:

"why?"

Jiang Putao let go of Feng Yu's sleeve, imitated the little man's walk with two fingers, rubbed in front of Feng Yu little by little, and pushed the exercise book aside.

"I'll write after class later, so you can sleep for a while and have a rest!"

Feng Yu understood all of Jiang Putao's goals, he pulled back the exercise book and asked:

"What if I don't want to sleep?"

Don't want to sleep?

Jiang Putao blinked at Feng Yu, her black grape-like eyes were full of pleading, her mood and thoughts were all on her face, and she thought she was hiding it well, so she went to push Feng Yu's exercise book again.

"Just...sleep for a while? Rest well before you can study!"

This time, Feng Yu let Jiang Putao push his exercise book away, looked at him with a half-smile, and actually lay down on the table with his eyes closed.

Jiang Putao was overwhelmed with surprise. He waited for 2 minutes, and purposely leaned close to Feng Yu's ear and whispered his name. After confirming that Feng Yu hadn't responded, he looked at the hem of Feng Yu's clothes again.

At this time, there were a few students sitting in the back row of the classroom. Jiang Putao didn't dare to get under the table anymore, so she could only cautiously reach out to Feng Yu's button.

He put the red highlighter by the table, his body was almost pressed against Feng Yu's body, and he gently pinched a button with his fingers.

Jiang Putao's heart was beating like a drum, she let out a soft breath, and slowly undid the buttons.Because of the wrong posture, Jiang Putao had a hard time untying it, so he simply lay down on the table, covering his cheek with one hand, and pinching the button with the other to continue working hard.

After successfully untying a button, Jiang Putao immediately went to see Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was lying on his stomach facing him, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was in a deep sleep.

Jiang Putao waited again, feeling a little excited besides nervousness, as if she was doing something bad.

He stretched out his hand to the second button, and once he was familiar with it, he undid it smoothly this time.

Jiang Putao paused again to observe Feng Yu's reaction, making sure that he hadn't opened his eyes, and pinched the third button with his fingertips.

His hands had already started to tremble, his palms were hot, and his fingertips could barely hold the small button.

Just when Jiang Putao was halfway unbuttoning, Feng Yu suddenly grabbed his hand, and his big hand wrapped his hand completely in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Putao opened her mouth and almost exclaimed.

He raised his eyes abruptly, and saw Feng Yu opened his eyes at some point, lying on the table with his arms in his arms, looking at him inexplicably.

Jiang Putao's heart was beating so fast that it rushed out of her chest. Feng Yu clutched her hand and lost her ability to think.

"You tried every means to make me sleep, just to secretly unbutton me?"

Feng Yu's voice sounded like a blast of thunder in Jiang Putao's ears, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand, but Feng Yu held his palm tightly and couldn't take it back.

"No, no..." Fortunately, he still knew how to deny it.

Feng Yu held Jiang Putao's hand with his big hand, and brought his hand to touch the button he had unbuttoned.

"Is this called?"

Jiang Putao felt that a pot of water was boiling in his brain. He looked at Feng Yu who couldn't tell the difference between emotions and anger, and tried hard to think.

"I... I just... envy your abs!"

Jiang Putao blurted out, as if he had found a reasonable excuse, and the more he talked, the more he talked.

"Your abs are really good! I'm so envious! So I couldn't help but want to see... I, I just look at it as a role model, and I want to train my abs too, to be like you!"

Jiang Putuo saw that Feng Yu's expression remained unchanged, in order to gain Feng Yu's trust and prevent Feng Yu from treating him as a strange person, Feng Yu's saved hand grabbed Feng Yu's backhand and took the initiative to hold Feng Yu's fingers.

He pulled Feng Yu's hand towards him, but Feng Yu didn't stop him this time.

Jiang Putao sat up straight, her back straightened subconsciously because she was lying, her face was full of panic, and she almost wrote "I'm lying" on her face.

He lifted the hem of his clothes with one hand, and grabbed Feng Yu's hand with the other, sticking it to his stomach.

Feng Yu felt his fingers touch the soft skin, and he moved his fingertips, releasing Jiang Putao's hand.

Instead, Jiang Putao took Feng Yu's hand and placed his big hand under her clothes.

"Look, I don't have abs, so I really envy you!"

Feng Yu's slightly cold fingertips brushed Jiang Putao's skin, and the heat climbed all the way along the fingertips, and he immediately pulled his hand back.

"Is it."

His expression didn't change from the beginning to the end, his green eyes were deep, and Jiang Putao didn't know whether Feng Yu believed it or not.

But Feng Yu didn't ask any more questions. He just opened the exercise book again, picked up the pen and started writing. He wrote very quickly, and finished half a page in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Putao thought she had escaped a catastrophe, so she quickly opened the exercises and started to write pretendingly.

Feng Yu didn't stop writing until he couldn't feel Jiang Putao's gaze.

He put down the pen, and rubbed the fingertips that had touched the skin of the ginger grape, and the soft, warm touch seemed to still be there.

Jiang Putao is like a small animal that jumped into a trap by itself, or the kind that actively opens its belly to touch.

It's just that I don't know whether the hunter is holding a bait or a butcher's knife in his hand.

After school, Jiang Putao made an appointment with Feng Yu to go to his house tomorrow, and then left happily, forgetting about unbuttoning the button before.

He went home and fell asleep early, and his dream was full of the scene of "drawing a heart on the male god's abs" at Feng Yu's house.

Early the next morning, Jiang Tingyan was not at home, and those materials were still on the coffee table.

Jiang Putao subconsciously looked at the thick pile of materials, restrained her hands that wanted to open them, turned her head and ran into the kitchen to discuss today's dishes with Aunt Wu.

At around ten o'clock, Jiang Putao stood at the gate of Feng Yu's villa area with her schoolbag on her back, an insulated lunch box in her left hand, and milk tea, fresh grapes and strawberries in her right hand.

Feng Yu had told him in advance to call him when he got here and come out to pick him up.

But Jiang Putao felt that he was a boy and had nothing to pick up, so he didn't tell Feng Yu, and walked in after registering at the guard.

He carried a lot of things, and he was exhausted by the door of Feng Yu's house, and he regretted why he had to be brave.

Just as he was about to call Feng Yu, a figure came out from nowhere, stood in front of Jiang Putao, and greeted him with a smile.

"Ginger Grape, we meet again."

Jiang Putao frowned, looked at the man, and took a step back.

"Feng Yi, why are you here?"

In the small villa, Feng Yu saw two figures on the monitor, narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked down.

Feng Yi was still grinning, he looked Jiang Putao up and down, and shook his head.

"I'm here to save you. I don't know what ecstasy soup Feng Yu poured into you to make you so obsessed with him. Do you know that he is a mentally ill and dangerous person. Contacting him will only make you fall into a trap." Danger."

Jiang Putao's eyes became colder, and said:

"The person who texted me was indeed you."

Feng Yi shrugged, with an indifferent face:

"It's me, it's a pity you didn't listen."

As he spoke, his expression became serious, and he looked at Jiang Putao as if looking at a poor little girl who was in urgent need of rescue.

"Jiang Putao, why don't you listen? I'm telling you the truth. Do you know that Feng Yu is an anti-social personality and lived in a mental hospital for two years? I heard that he even killed people there! He He has been scary since he was a child, no one wants to get close to him, even his mother is afraid of him!"

At this time, Feng Yu had already walked to the gate of the villa's yard, and he was about to open the door for a while.

Feng Yi's words fell into his ears verbatim. He lowered his head, unable to see clearly, and slowly let go of the doorknob.

It may not be necessary to open the door again.

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, since the appearance of Jiang Putao, the gradually rich emotions in his eyes are disappearing, like starlight constantly falling.

Outside the door, Jiang Putao suddenly bent down and carefully placed the things in his hand on the ground.

He took off his schoolbag and shook it by the straps. The schoolbag was full of exercises and teaching materials, and it was not light.

Feng Yi was still chattering:

"Did you know that Feng Yu almost killed other children when he was a child? He..."

Jiang Putao interrupted him with a very cold voice, not at all soft and waxy when facing Feng Yu:

"Have you said enough?"

Feng Yi was taken aback:

"what?"

Jiang Putao turned her toes back half a circle, and her body also turned sideways, as if she was accumulating strength.

He took the schoolbag in his hand and swung it out violently.

"What kind of biscuit are you! How dare you meddle in our business!"