The male god taught me to attack him

Feng Yu was very calm and didn't think there was anything wrong with him suddenly taking out a bunch of small umbrellas.

Jiang Putao was shocked, he didn't know that Feng Yu had bought this kind of thing, and bought so many!

He pushed the small umbrellas to the corner of the suitcase as if stealing his ears, covered them with a few more clothes, and then closed the suitcase and zipped it up.

His face was very red, and he lowered his head. He wanted to ask Feng Yu, but he was afraid of what would happen.

It was Feng Yu who walked over first, and suddenly lowered his head and bit Jiang Putao's ear.

Jiang Putao trembled all over, and immediately covered her ears with her hands.

"you……"

Feng Yu simply sat behind Jiang Putao, wrapped his arms around him, took Jiang Putao into his arms, and sat on his lap.

"I know it's still not possible, but you have to practice how to use it first." Feng Yu said.

His voice was low and deep, and his thin lips were pressed against Jiang Putao's ear. He spoke a sentence very slowly, the first half of the sentence made Jiang Putuo feel relieved, and the second half of the sentence made his whole body tense.

practise?

How to practice?

Is it the exercise he thought of!

Feng Yu didn't explain to Jiang Putao, but reached out and hooked Jiang Putao's chin frivolously.

Jiang Putao was distracted by Feng Yu's few words, let those little umbrellas stay in their suitcases smoothly, and followed them to Jiang Putao's house.

Because of school troubles, Jiang Putao couldn't go home often. Jiang's parents missed their youngest son very much. When they opened the door and saw Jiang Putao and Feng Yu, they pulled them in with great enthusiasm.

Mother Jiang wiped off the snowflakes on Jiang Putao and Feng Yu with towels, and then pushed their backs to let them go to the sofa to stay.

On the sofa, Jiang Tingyan had returned to China a few days ago and was sitting there watching TV. Seeing Jiang Putao and Feng Yu walking in, he nodded normally.

Feng Yu looked around the living room with green eyes. The living room was decorated with all kinds of pendants full of New Year's atmosphere, with the word "Fu" pasted on it, and the TV was playing a program. Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were busy in the kitchen together. Have never experienced.

He was pulled by Ginger Grape and sat on the sofa, with a bowl of cut fruit stuffed in his arms.

"Here, let's watch TV together. Although I don't like watching it very much, I still have to watch it during the Chinese New Year."

Feng Yu looked down at the fruit bowl in his hand again, and a wonderful feeling slowly surged in his heart. It was warm, like a gradually expanding sponge filling his heart. He didn't feel uncomfortable, but rather comfortable and soft.

It turns out that this is the Chinese New Year.

Jiang Putao was also holding a fruit bowl, leaning on Feng Yu's shoulder in a particularly unimpressive manner, eating a few grapes by herself, and giving Feng Yu a few from time to time, laughing and laughing along with the programs on TV, and took pictures when she saw interesting places. Pat Feng Yu to signal him not to be distracted and pay attention.

Jiang Putao was laughing and making noises, and could feel Feng Yu's tense body slowly relaxing, and later she could point to a certain joke on the TV with him and chat.

Such days are ordinary, peaceful, and full of happiness.

A few days ago just passed by like this, and soon on New Year's Eve, the Jiang family was still lively, but Feng Yu had already gotten used to the excitement.

Early in the morning, he and Jiang Putao got up early, helped Jiang's father put up the couplets, and helped Jiang's mother prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. They were so busy that at night, the family huddled on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Father Jiang played poker with a few juniors. After a few rounds, everyone had a lot of white paper on their faces. Jiang Putao pulled Feng Yu and took pictures with his family.

"Come on, take a family portrait!"

The three juniors Jiang Tingyan, Jiang Putao, and Feng Yu stood at the back, and Jiang's mother and Jiang's father sat in front. All the Jiang family members agreed that Feng Yu became a member of the family portrait.

This photo was finally developed and hung in the Jiang family's living room.

After the new year, Feng Yu suddenly went out alone one day.

Before he went out, he bowed his head and kissed Jiang Putao's forehead, preventing him from getting up and following, and only said:

"Sleep a little longer, wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Then Feng Yu went out and didn't come back until after eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Putao seemed to have a telepathic connection with him, she guessed what he was doing, she didn't ask, she just rushed forward and hugged Feng Yu tightly, refusing to let go for a long time.

After that, a news item appeared in the hot news search about a large company's sudden major tax evasion, but because of the Chinese New Year, this incident did not attract too many people's attention, and it was quickly overshadowed by a celebrity's gossip.

But Jiang Putao paid special attention to this matter. He knew that the Feng family was gone, and Feng Yu had completely separated from the Feng family.

The Feng family has grown bigger and bigger over the years, and Feng Chenghai has the title of God of Investment, but it's all fake.

The actual operator of Feng Chenghai's account has always been Feng Yu. Feng Yu has made the Feng family a huge fortune, but Feng Chenghai is still dissatisfied.

Now that the Feng family has been reported and exposed by Feng Yu himself, and the ironclad evidence has been handed in, the Feng family can no longer stand up.

Without Feng Yu, Feng Chenghai and the Feng family are nothing at all.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother naturally also paid attention to this matter. Even though Feng Yu didn't come back until after eight o'clock, what greeted him was still a table full of sumptuous dishes.

The Jiang family is waiting for him to come home for dinner.

Mama Ginger said:

"Come on, today is a good day, let's celebrate!"

Mother Jiang didn't say what they were celebrating, but they both understood each other.

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, and a very strange feeling slowly came to his heart, which was warm and fascinating.

Suddenly, Jiang Putao slammed her head on Feng Yu's shoulder and handed him a glass of beer.

Seeing Feng Yu looking over, he blinked at him, then looked at Papa Jiang again.

"Come on, Dad said, tonight is a special case, let's drink."

Holding the wine glass, Feng Yu suddenly looked at Papa Jiang.

Father Jiang raised his wine glass and stretched it out to Feng Yu, who also stretched it out. The two clinked their glasses lightly and drank it down at the same time.

The Feng family is gone, but Feng Yu has a home and a family.

That night, the Jiang family was all drunk.

In the middle of the night, Feng Yu carried Jiang Putao back to the room, buried his cheek in Jiang Putao's shoulder, and suddenly said softly:

"Grape, thank you."

Jiang Putao drank in a daze, and didn't hear what Feng Yu said, but followed her body's instinct to hug Feng Yu tightly, pursed her mouth and moved closer:

"Kiss, dear."

Feng Yu smiled, lowered his head and gently kissed Jiang Putao's mouth.

It was warm, the same temperature as the heart.

After kissing her, Feng Yu didn't intend to let Jiang Putao go.

He got up and got out of bed, took out the pile of colorful little bags from the suitcase, and threw them all on the bed.

Jiang Putao opened her eyes in a daze, watching Feng Yu pick up a small bag and stick it on his mouth.

The small bag was cold, Jiang Putao tried to open her eyes wide, moved her lips, and squeezed the small bag.

Feng Yu's eyes gradually deepened, he pinched the corner of the small bag, and said softly:

"Pao, let's practice for a while, shall we?"

Ginger Grape's brain was drowsy from alcohol, but luckily he wasn't too drunk. After grabbing the small bag in his mouth, he finally recovered a little thinking ability, but not too much.

With the small bag in his mouth, he nodded foolishly, rubbing his cheek against the quilt, and the small bag dropped by his mouth while talking.

"Okay, practice what?"

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao lying bewilderedly next to a pile of colorful small bags, and slowly tapped the corner of Jiang Putao's lips with his fingertips.

"Practice hands or...here."

Jiang Putao still foolishly agreed, and even subconsciously licked Feng Yu's fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Putao was pulled by Feng Yu to sit up. His waist was weak, and he wobbled back against the head of the bed. Feng Yu stuffed a small bag into his hand.

Jiang Putao held the small boxy bag, feeling a little dazed.

Feng Yu sat across from Jiang Putao, the room was only lit by a bedside lamp, it was dim, and Feng Yu's expression could not be seen clearly.

Just listen to him say:

"Grape, open it and have a look."

After drinking the wine, Jiang Putao became more obedient, held the small bag close to her eyes, tore it open gently, and immediately smelled the sweet smell of grapes.

He froze for a moment, brought the small bag to his lips, first sniffed it carefully in front of Feng Yu, and then licked it again.

"It smells like grapes, it smells so sweet, but...it's weird, it tastes weird, it's not sweet at all."

With that said, Jiang Putao sticks out the tip of her tongue at Feng Yu aggrievedly, motioning him to take a look.

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao, approached slowly, kissed her, and at the same time held Jiang Putao's wrist, and said softly:

"Isn't it sweet? I'll try it."

After a while, the bedside lamp that was only on in the room was also turned off. In the dark bedroom light, there was the sound of the quilt being lifted from time to time, accompanied by the sound of a small plastic bag being torn apart.

The next day, Jiang Putao sat up with a dark face, touched the corner of her mouth, and let out a "hiss".

The corner of his mouth is broken.

As for the culprit, he was lying on the bed with his arms around his waist.

The room was also messy, those small bags were opened and thrown everywhere, and in the small trash can next to the bed, there was a pile of paper towels and other messy things.

On that day, Jiang Putao even brought in the meal for Feng Yu.

Because the skin on the corner of his mouth was broken, he couldn't open his mouth wide, so it was painful when he ate.

He didn't expect Feng Yu's so-called practice to have... so many methods.

Even though he is also a young virgin, why does Feng Yu know so much!

No matter how indignant Jiang Putao was, she still let Feng Yu go. Even that night, Feng Yu dragged her into another deep practice session.

After this time, Jiang Putao strictly prohibited Feng Yu from buying any small umbrellas with spirals!Not for anything else, but this spiral is too much to talk about...

The winter vacation of the third year of high school was very short, and within a few days after the new year, Feng Yu and Jiang Putao were preparing to return to the small villa.

Mother Jiang prepared a bunch of food for them to bring, and Father Jiang personally sent them back.

Immediately after the start of school, it is a busy study life.

Entering the second semester of the third year of high school, the atmosphere in the class is very tense. Even the get out of class is not as lively as usual. Everyone is immersed in studying hard. There is a big countdown to the college entrance examination written on the upper right corner of the blackboard, and the number will decrease every day.

Under Feng Yu's leadership, Jiang Putao's grades have been improving, and the distance between him and Feng Yu has been shortening.

Until the first mock test, Jiang Putao's score was the third in the school, because the scores of the students were very tight, and there was not much difference between him and Feng Yu.

Looking at the results, Jiang Putao knew in her heart that the college entrance examination would no longer be an obstacle for them to go on together.

But Jiang Putao still didn't relax, he kept his momentum and persisted until the college entrance examination.

After the college entrance examination, Jiang Tingyan returned to the country, and together with Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, they dutifully picked up Feng Yu and Jiang Putao, and the battle was very exaggerated.

Fortunately, Jiang Putao lived up to expectations, and passed the exam smoothly, and got a good result that shocked everyone, so good that it was much better than all the mock exams.

Feng Yu also played steadily and successfully won the champion of the year.

The two of them took a very important step in their lives together and ushered in a long summer vacation of nearly three months.

Jiang Putao originally wanted to go on a trip with Feng Yu in these three months, and he even thought about where to go, but before the trip, Feng Yu brought home a big black plastic bag full of things.

Jiang Putao looked at the plastic bag suspiciously, and then opened the bag under Feng Yu's rare expectant eyes.

That bag is full of small umbrellas of various brands, flavors, and styles. Except for the largest sizes, there are almost all kinds of umbrellas, and the varieties are beyond the imagination of Ginger Grape!

He shook his hands, fastened the bag again, pushed it aside, patted his face, and murmured:

"Am I dreaming? Didn't I wake up?"

Feng Yu smiled lightly, hugged Jiang Putao, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, and then kissed him a little bit along the forehead, his eyes were full of obsessive pampering.

Jiang Putao blinked her eyes, then raised her eyes to look at Feng Yu's eyes, immersed in the deep affection in Feng Yu's eyes.

Once upon a time, Feng Yu even wanted to delete the photos he took, but now he is tired of being together, and his phone is already full of their group photos.

Thinking of this, Jiang Putao reached out, took out Feng Yu's cell phone from Feng Yu's pocket, and unlocked the phone with her own fingerprints - both of their phones had fingerprints of two people recorded.

Feng Yu's phone screensaver was a photo of the two of them together.

Looking at herself nestled in Feng Yu's arms in the photo, Jiang Putao curled up her mouth.

He threw away the phone, wrapped his arms around Feng Yu's neck, put his mouth against his ear, and said softly:

"We're going on a trip, don't go too far, and...don't let me use my mouth!"

He babbled a lot, already acquiescing to everything that would happen after them.

The smile on Feng Yu's lips did not fade away, and the bag that was re-tied by Jiang Putao was opened again, and nothing in it was wasted.

Jiang Putao was immersed in the world Feng Yu gave him, his eyes were a little dizzy, and he let the time pass by until he was exhausted and fell asleep.

But he never expected that during the longest summer vacation in his life, for nearly three months, he failed to travel for a single day.

Not to mention traveling, he hasn't even been out of the small villa's gate.

He spends most of his time lying on the bed, on the sofa, on the window, on the wall...or on Feng Yu's waist, legs, arms...

They have even stayed in the big tree in the small villa.

Jiang Putao also thoroughly realized Feng Yu's extraordinary talent, to the point where no one would believe it except him.

One day, Jiang Putao was lying on the bed in Feng Yu's baggy shirt and swiping her phone, her calf dangling behind her.

He came across a topic called "How long-lasting is your boyfriend?" He looked at the replies in the comments, and they were all timed in minutes. Even Gao Zan was only 10 minutes. Jiang Putao was a little disdainful, and suddenly there was a comparison thought, replied:

"My boyfriend will make a bottom in two hours."

He was just replying casually, but he didn't expect to be besieged because of it.

Many people replied that he was daydreaming, read too many novels, and was not realistic at all. Jiang Putao was so angry that he quarreled with them for a long time, and was still angry when Feng Yu took his phone away.

Feng Yu flipped through his phone and laughed out rarely.

He hugged ginger grapes and coaxed:

"Haven't you been bothering me for too long? Don't you hate it now?"

Jiang Putao rolled her eyes at Feng Yu, and was coaxed by Feng Yu for a long time before she forgot about it.

They had been together for a long time, and they didn't feel bored. Even though Jiang Putao occasionally verbally complained that Feng Yu was too long, in his heart... he was still the Jiang Putao who liked to stick with Feng Yu.

They spent a long summer vacation, and then entered the university campus together.

The day of the report was very lively. Two sophomores who were squatting on the side of the road holding freshman brochures and fanning the wind suddenly pushed each other and motioned each other to look forward.

I saw a boy with white to shiny skin walking towards the school gate. His hair was soft and a little curly, his expression was a little dazed, his eyes were dark and bright like grapes, and he was standing at the school gate looking around.

He was wearing loose shorts that reached down to his calf, and his upper body was just a very ordinary short sleeve, but for some reason, he looked inexplicably lustful.

The two sophomore boys whistled and walked up together.

"Primary school brother, are you a freshman? Don't you know where to report? How about we take you there? We are your seniors, sophomores."

Jiang Putao smiled and was about to speak when a hand suddenly reached out behind him and grabbed him.

That hand held his shoulder domineeringly, and then wrapped it around his waist. The owner of the hand had a pair of cold green eyes, and looked at the two sophomore boys with cold air. Instead of Jiang Putao, he replied:

"Trouble senior, we can do it ourselves."

Then the two walked away, leaving only the two sophomore boys with frustrated faces.

"Sure enough, such a good grass already has an owner."

The two who walked away were Feng Yu and Jiang Putao. Jiang Putao took the ice water that Feng Yu handed over, took a sip, put the mouth of the bottle to Feng Yu's lips, and said with a smile:

"Feng Yu, you are so stingy, you won't let me talk to the senior normally."

Feng Yu lowered his head, put his thin lips on the mouth of the bottle that Jiang Putao had drunk, and took a few sips of water, and then used his thin lips that were soaked in cold water to touch Jiang Putao's cheek, his voice also seemed to be cold.

"You really want to talk to them?"

Jiang Putao was not afraid of Feng Yu's cold appearance, so she just raised her head and kissed the corner of Feng Yu's lips:

"Why, you asked me to wait for you there. Rather than talking to them, I want...to kiss you."

After the words fell, Feng Yu's eyes dimmed slightly, and his gaze fell on Jiang Putao's moist lips.

The report time is three days in total, and this is only the first day, so they really don't need to worry.

Immediately afterwards, the two turned around and left, returned to the house they had rented near the school, and continued to mess around for another two days.

It was not until the last day of the report that they got stuck in the last time and successfully reported and became college freshmen.

Standing on the campus, Jiang Putao looked at the lively playground, holding hands with Feng Yu, feeling peaceful in her heart.

This is just one part of their lives, and they still have many parts to experience in the future. Of course, he and Feng Yu experienced it together.

Jiang Putao smiled and walked out with Feng Yu, chatting while walking, it was just a matter of daily life.

"Do you have class tomorrow afternoon? Shall we go to Chengnan Restaurant for dinner?"

"Chengnan Small Restaurant? Do you want spicy food again?"

"Greedy...you won't let me eat?"

"It wasn't you who had a stomachache in the middle of the night last time?"

The two walked farther and farther away, and the voice of their conversation was also dissipated in the wind. In the end, only the distant back was left behind, which was gradually covered by the crowd and could only be vaguely seen. separate.

The future is a very, very long period of time, so long that the bells are ringing far and the affection is long.

That is the future that belongs to Feng Yu and Jiang Putao.

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The author has something to say: It's over! ! !I wish Feng Yu and Jiang Putao a happy marriage for a hundred years! ! !