Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Feng Xun had never seen Feng Ling like this.

He had a stern expression on his face, but his eyes were a little red, and he grabbed his arm with great strength, and he struggled hard but failed to break free.

"You still need to do due diligence when you hire an employee. What happened to the person I brought home?"

"Are you investigating? You are exposing scars!"

Feng Xun thought it was funny, "You need to expose your scars face to face. I didn't expose Shen Huai's scars. How about yours?"

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he realized why Feng Ling did this, his joke hit the mark.

He realized again how much Feng Ling liked Shen Huai.

"If I don't check, it doesn't exist?" Feng Xun said, "Feng Ling, stop kidding yourself."

Someone knocked on the window a few times, and the two stopped talking and entered the house.

Feng Ling continued to bring the fruit to the table. He tried his best to cover it up, but a room full of smart people noticed something.

Sending them away at night, the uncle asked the second uncle: "What did you tell Feng Ling? He became like that."

"I said that Shen Huai's mother committed suicide due to severe depression."

"Are you stupid? He likes Shen Huai so much, what are you talking about?"

Feng Xun sighed, "I didn't mean to beat the mandarin ducks with a stick, he just said something when he asked me, who knows..."

In the car, Shen Huai also asked Feng Ling: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Ling drove the car, wiped his face with his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, don't worry, just quarrel with my second uncle."

Shen Huai let out a "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.

The car drove into Feng Ling's neighborhood, and after entering the room, under the warm and bright light, Shen Huai took another look at Feng Ling.

Feng Ling's expression was a little dazed, the tails of his eyes were flushed, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

Shen Huai can be sure that something is wrong with Feng Ling, which stems from the chat between him and his second uncle on the balcony.

He was there, and it was very likely that the two of them were talking about him.

Could it be that Feng Xun found out that he was catching Feng Ling and told Feng Ling?

No, Feng Ling was not in this state when he was suspicious last time.

what is that?

Shen Huai thought for a few seconds, then suddenly paused.

Feng Ling noticed that Shen Huai was looking at him, a little stiff, he touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Mr. Shen, can I cook for you?"

"..." Shen Huai was even more sure that something was wrong with him, he blinked, "Didn't you just finish eating?"

Feng Ling was silent for a while, "Then I'll make soup for you, okay?"

Shen Huai smiled, "Do you still want to wrap a bellyband around me and feed me with a spoon?"

Feng Ling: "..."

He really wanted to feed Shen Huai.

"I can't eat it." Shen Huai pulled his sleeves, "Let's go take a shower."

Feng Ling: "..."

Bathing together, inevitably, takes a long time.

When Shen Huai was carried out of the bathroom and put on the bed, he was still conscious, with a numb and sore aftertaste on his body, which made him lazy.

Feng Ling was extremely gentle tonight.

Shen Huai was so gentle that he felt that it was a torture for himself.

After Feng Ling went to bed, he hugged him and kissed him on the forehead several times.

After the kiss fell to the corner of his eyes, Shen Huai opened his eyelids and looked at him quietly, with a hoarse and low voice: "Feng Ling, you are so gentle tonight."

Feng Ling stroked the hair on his forehead with his fingers, and asked softly, "Does Teacher Shen like it?"

Shen Huai thought for a while, "I like them all."

"Gentleness and violence, as long as it's you." He said, "I like both."

Feng Ling hugged him tightly, buried his head in his neck, "Shen Huai, I love you so much."

"you do not know how much I love you."

Shen Huai laughed lowly, "You are so gentle and talkative tonight, did you do something to be sorry for me and feel guilty?"

"No." Feng Ling said with certainty.

Shen Huai: "Really?"

Feng Ling nodded, his hair scratched his neck, itching, "Impossible."

Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, "Then, what's the situation with the fans in the circle where you and Liang Yang are both?"

Feng Ling: "..."

Feng Ling secretly scolded Liang Yang for being ungrateful.

Shen Huai felt that the people on his body stiffened a bit, and he even felt that something was wrong with this fan group, "Say it well."

Tonight, Feng Ling didn't have any bottom line in front of Shen Huai. He immediately explained, "It's a male star who has filmed with you in the same crew or has other collaborations. He suspects that he likes you and his sexuality. If you can talk about other places, just ask for enlightenment in the group."

Shen Huai: "..."

He suddenly realized the crux of the problem, "Doubts about sexuality, doubts about liking me? Then, when did you add it?"

Feng Ling: "It's been a long time, I just joined the group not long ago."

Shen Huai: "At that time, you suspected that you liked me?"

That should still be the first stage of his fishing for Feng Ling.

Feng Ling let out a "hmm".

He didn't tell Shen Huai, but he should have fallen in love with Shen Huai at first sight.

If it hadn't been for love at first sight, Feng Ling later recalled that at the banquet, another person leaned over to sniff him, and he would have pushed him away long ago.

It was different when he faced Shen Huai from the very beginning.

Shen Huai asked: "Then why are you still in that group, still doubtful?"

"No." Feng Ling said, "I want to stay in the group and monitor the enemy's situation."

Shen Huai laughed, buried himself in Feng Ling's chest and closed his eyes.

After a long time, Shen Huai felt Feng Ling kiss him on the face again, very lightly, then on the head and face, one after another.

Shen Huai knew that all of Feng Ling's actions tonight could be summed up in one word: Distressed.

He also roughly guessed why Feng Ling did this.

It's just that Feng Ling didn't say anything, and neither did he.

He rubbed against Feng Ling's chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he returned to his mother's painting room. The painting room was not as dark as in previous dreams, but full of sunlight.

There was an unfinished painting there, Shen Huai's painting when he went to junior high school on the first day.

Only half painted.

Shen Huai picked up the paintbrush again, finished it little by little, and then sent it to the place with the most sunshine.

After Shen Huai fell asleep, Feng Ling got up quietly, went to the collection room, and took out the birthday present Shen Huai gave him.

The painting of Shen Huai in school uniform.

Curved fingers slid over it little by little.

Feng Ling doesn't know what the life and inner world of a severely depressed person are like, but he can see the tenderness and delicacy in this painting. The first time he saw the slenderness and fragility, and now he sees it with a sad background .

He hugged the portrait in his arms, his heart full of pain.

He originally thought that Shen Huai had a father like that, and his young life would be depressing enough, but he didn't expect that he also had a mother who was depressed and committed suicide at home.

Now you can casually see the comments on the Internet that Shen Huai is being chased by the heavens for a meal.

If possible, Feng Ling hoped that God would give him less food and more love.

Shen Huai, who loves to sleep, sleeps until noon during the holidays.

When he woke up, A-Tong had already washed his hands and was sitting at the dining table waiting to eat.

Seeing Shen Huai, he immediately said, "I'm here to say goodbye."

Shen Huai said "um", "Let's go after eating."

A-Tong was raised by an old master when he was a child, and if he didn't work during Chinese New Year every year, he would go back to see that old master.

Seeing him get up, Feng Ling started to serve the food.

A Tong shifted his gaze from Shen Huai who walked into the bathroom to Feng Ling, and asked, "Are you going to celebrate the New Year with Shen Huai?"

Feng Ling: "I think so."

A Tong breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, Shen Huai finally won't celebrate the New Year alone this year."

Feng Ling tightened his hand on the plate, "He has been celebrating the New Year alone all this time?"

A-Tong: "Almost, or in the crew."

Shen Huai came out of the bathroom, and the two of them didn't talk anymore.

A Tong said to Shen Huai again: "By the way, Du Dongyun asked me to visit the He family, but I refused."

He thought for a while and said, "I don't want you to be my sister-in-law."

Shen Huai: "..."

"I guessed it." Shen Huai said.

Ah Tong nodded: "Yeah!"

After eating, he pulled the suitcase and left neatly.

After he left, only Shen Huai and Feng Ling were left in the family, and they suddenly became quiet.

Feng Ling completely opened the curtains, and sat outside the window with Shen Huai in his arms, watching the snow.

Only then did Shen Huai realize that the snow that had fallen all night last night was still continuing at this time.

Feng Ling lives on the top floor of a high-rise building, which is one of the city's landmark buildings. Looking out the window, heavy snow is blowing in the air, and the bustling city is covered in white, which is magnificent and beautiful.

Shen Huai looked at it for a long time.

Just as Feng Ling was about to speak, his cell phone rang.

Feng Ling's uncle personally called and asked him and Shen Huai to go home for the new year together the day after tomorrow.

He held the phone call from Shen Huai, Shen Huai could hear clearly, Feng Ling looked at Shen Huai when he heard what his uncle said, Shen Huai shook his head, indicating that he would not go.

As a boyfriend, it was reasonable and reasonable to meet Feng Ling's grandfather years ago.

Just as a boyfriend, not yet a family member, it is not appropriate to add him to a family reunion.

Feng Ling said: "We have other arrangements, and we won't be going back this year."

Shen Huai turned to look at him, "Aren't you going back to Feng's house for the New Year? Then go to He's house?"

Feng Ling didn't answer his question, he asked: "Mr. Shen, do you like watching snow?"

Shen Huai watched it for so long just now, so he naturally liked it, "Yes."

Feng Ling hugged him tightly, and said excitedly: "Let's go abroad now, go soak in the hot springs and watch the snow-capped mountains at the same time."

Shen Huai was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you going back to celebrate the New Year?"

"When I was abroad, I didn't come back every year to celebrate the New Year. It's not necessary."

When Shen Huai was about to speak, Feng Ling's phone rang again, this time it was Grandpa.

"I heard from your uncle that you won't come to celebrate the New Year this year?" There was no emotion, and he said normally: "If you don't come back to celebrate the New Year, then come and get the New Year's money first, and bring Shen Huai along."

When Feng Ling said that he would take him to get the lucky money, Shen Huai was stunned again, "New year's money?"

A long time noun.

"That's right." Feng Ling wrapped the scarf around him and said, "My grandfather is a traditional old man. As long as he is not married, he will be given the New Year's money every year."

Inexplicably, Shen Huai was brought in the snow to get the New Year's money.

When they arrived, Feng Yunyi was writing Spring Festival couplets in his study.

There are still a few red envelopes that have just been written on the desk, and the ink is drying.

Shen Huai and Feng Ling's red envelopes were sealed a long time ago. One said "peace and joy" and the other said "smooth and worry-free".

Feng Yunyi put the red and heavy red envelopes in their hands, rubbed Feng Ling's head as usual, "Happy New Year, I'm one year older."

Then, he looked at Shen Huai, looked at it for a few seconds, then put his hand on Shen Huai's head, and rubbed it lightly, "Shen Huai, you are also one year older, let's have a happy new year. "

Shen Huai clenched the red envelope tightly.

No matter how good life is, and the age is right, the skin on Feng Yunyi's hands is already wrinkled, and the skin is whiter and more age spots, but it is very warm, heavy and warm.

After he moved his hand away, Shen Huai suddenly recovered without thinking about it, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Feng Yunyi was stunned for a moment, smiled cheerfully, and gave them Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters from the desk, "Go to Aunt Wang and get a bag of flour, let's go."

When Feng Ling took Shen Huai away, he raised the flour in his hand and asked Shen Huai, "Mr. Shen, do you know what this flour is used for?"

Shen Huai was still a little startled: "Make dumplings?"

Feng Ling chuckled, "Is making dumplings enough for Teacher Shen?"

He said: "It is used to paste Spring Festival couplets with blessing characters."

Shen Huai: "?"

Feng Ling smiled and said to him: "You can't use glue tape to paste Spring Festival couplets, it's authentic to paste them with boiled paste."

Shen Huai really saw that Feng Ling boiled them into a miraculous paste that could stick Spring Festival couplets on doors and walls.

Together, they used the most traditional method to paste handwritten Spring Festival couplets on Feng Ling's million-dollar door.

Shen Huai saw the Spring Festival couplets with red background and black characters pasted on the pure black door, and suddenly felt the taste of the year.

Feng Ling said: "Mr. Shen, grandpa gave you two pictures, shall we post your home as well?"

Shen Huai smiled, "Okay."

They took the paste and Spring Festival couplets, went to Shen Huai's house again, pasted Spring Festival couplets on the door, and pasted blessings beside the bed.

Except for the very high place, Shen Huai posted many places in the back. Feng Ling saw that his smile became more obvious as he pressed his eyebrows closer, so he also smiled softly.

Hearing the laughter, Shen Huai turned his head to look at him, and wiped the paste on his smiling eyes with his fingers.

As if he had found some fun, he dipped another finger in the paste and smeared it all over his face.

Can the paste stick the Spring Festival couplets on the wall, and put him on Feng Ling's face?

Feng Ling laughed again, raised his head and kissed him, Shen Huai dodged for a while, and he kissed him more fiercely.

The paste in Shen Huai's hands stained his face, neck, and waist.

By the time the two of them finished tossing, it was already dark.

Shen Huai lay on Feng Ling's body and said, "Feng Ling, I don't want to go abroad anymore, let's celebrate the New Year at home."

Feng Ling said, "Which house are you in?"

Shen Huai said: "Go to grandpa for New Year's Eve dinner, and we'll come back after watching half of the Spring Festival Gala, and then spend New Year's Day at my house?"

Feng Ling: "Okay, then I have to go buy new year's goods tomorrow."

"Buy new year's goods?" Shen Huai raised his head with his chin resting on his chest, "I don't know how to buy new year's goods, so you take me to buy them, okay?"

Feng Ling chuckled, "Of course, when it comes to shopping for new year's goods in the supermarket, you're such a stupid beauty, I have to lead you."

Shen Huai: "..."

After dinner that night, Feng Ling asked Shen Huai to wait at home, and he went to prepare the weapons for tomorrow's trip.

When they go out together, the most basic thing is not to wear the clothes they have worn before, and it is best not to wear the original style.

Shen Huai knew this, so he didn't take it to heart. Feng Ling Meimei Online bought it and he didn't bother to look at it. He didn't open it until he was about to go out the next day.

As soon as it was opened, a question mark popped up on the forehead.

Feng Ling prepared a bloated red suit for him.

Needless to say, red is the classic national red, even the fox fur on the top of the hat is red.

How swollen it is, the down jacket can hold two men, the down pants are so thick that walking is not easy, and the snow boots seem to be swollen into a big steamed bun.

Shen Huai: "..."

And Feng Ling is all white, although he is also swollen, but at least the color is Shen Huai's favorite winter color.

"Let's change." Shen Huai said.

Feng Ling smiled and wrapped a scarf around him, "Mr. Shen, this is the only way to be safe, and you can buy as much as you like."

It was indeed safe, Shen Huai looked down at himself, who was red and swollen, and the floor would shake every step he took, and felt that even if his fans passed by him, they would not suspect that it was him.

Stupid and ugly.

Feng Ling put on the red cotton cap for him again, "It's booming, it has a Chinese New Year atmosphere."

Shen Huai: "..."

Shen Huai bit the bullet and went out with Feng Ling, and within a few minutes of getting in the car, he was sweating all over. Not long after he took off his down jacket, before he got out of the car, Feng Ling wrapped it again in an airtight manner.

Feng Ling didn't take him to the imported supermarket he often went to, but to a large cheap supermarket.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a long string of red and gold overlapping firecrackers hanging from the roof.

The cheerful "Congratulations on getting rich" was played repeatedly on the radio.

People come and go, and the whole supermarket is filled with a lively and festive atmosphere.

Shen Huai thought that he would be very eye-catching dressed like this, and people would look back frequently, but when he came here, he found that he could blend in well, which was considered normal.

Shen Huai wanted to follow the flow of people in, but Feng Ling pulled him back a step to the left, and pushed a supermarket shopping cart at the entrance.

The lights in the supermarket are bright, the music is cheerful and loud, and the human voice is lively and joyful.

Not long after Shen Huai walked in, he was filled with festive fireworks.

With bright eyes, he asked Feng Ling: "What should we go shopping first?"

Feng Ling: "Buy nuts, candy, snacks and drinks first, and fresh food last."

Shen Huai nodded, looking for the nuts section, but Feng Ling directly pulled him away, "Actually, just follow this road."

As he spoke, he took Shen Huai's hand.

Shen Huai glanced down, did not break away, and followed him in the crowd.

He was wearing clumsy trousers and snow boots, walking slowly like a clumsy child, and slowly becoming a little jumpy again.

When picking nuts in the nut area, Shen Huai heard the distressed discussions of the two girls.

"It's Chinese New Year, the price of nuts has increased a lot, and it's become very expensive."

"Yeah, the snacks are over budget, so let's choose between macadamia nuts and pecans."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Shen Huai blinked, and looked at the price on the bulk table.

He doesn't know if there is a price increase, but compared with the money he makes, he can eat whatever he wants.

Shen Huai dragged several bags happily, filling most of the bags with all the nuts he could see.

Feng Ling looked at the half-full shopping cart just after passing the nut section: "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, is this a retaliatory purchase of New Year's goods?

What Shen Huai said made sense: "Just now I heard from an aunt that it is better to have more than less for the New Year, and you can still eat after the New Year."

Feng Ling laughed, and when Shen Huai was about to walk to the candy section, he dragged him to the next door to buy a small bag of noodles.

Seeing Shen Huai move it away, Feng Ling said: "Don't be disgusted, this is not boiled paste, it's noodles for you to make dumplings."

Shen Huai: "..."

They bought a lot of snacks, and a lot of carbonated drinks that Shen Huai usually doesn't drink.

When they came to the candy area, they passed a father and son.

The young father was pushing the shopping cart, and the youngest son was dressed in the same red as Shen Huai. He was obediently sitting in the shopping cart being pushed by his father, looking around with sparkling eyes.

Seeing Shen Huai take another look, Feng Ling said, "Mr. Shen, how much do you look alike? I'll push you when you sit on it?"

Shen Huai: "..."

He looked at the father and son who were smiling and talking again, and suddenly their eyebrows and eyes were also raised.

He took a step closer to Feng Ling, looked up beside the candy pile, and kissed Feng Ling on the mouth through the scarf.

Feng Ling felt that at this moment, Shen Huai's eyes were brighter than the lights above their heads, and Shen Huai's kiss was sweeter than the candy behind him.