When the house family was hidden by the golden house

Master Wei just came out of the bathroom, water dripped down his soft black hair.

He had just taken a cold shower, and he was still air-conditioned.

Yan Fan came back to his senses with great difficulty, and couldn't help frowning when he saw his appearance.

"How many times have I told you to blow your hair?"

At this time, Mr. Yan didn't care about the peach blossom fan, he didn't care about the humanities, so he brought the hair dryer, pressed the person on the sofa, and carefully blow-dried his hair.

Wei Yubai's whole body was stiff, unable to relax at all, and sat motionless.

The young man's jade-like fingers ran through his black hair, and the hot air of the hair dryer accompanied by the humming sound slowly dispelled the coldness on his body.

Yan Fan was gentle and meticulous, Wei Yubai swallowed his saliva, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled dangerously.The sharp three white eyes became inexplicable and very dark.

He couldn't help but start to fantasize about Yan Fan's appearance on the bed along the same humanistic way of thinking.

No, you have to stop.

Don't think too much about this kind of thing.

Once you think too much, it will get out of hand and it will not end well.

How long have they been together?

He can't be abrupt.

No name or score.

It doesn't look like that either.

The prince forced himself to relax and think about other things.

The boy's hair is not long, and it will dry after blowing for about seven or eight minutes.

Yan Fan put away the hair dryer, sat down beside Wei Yubai, imitating him, and slumped lazily on the sofa.

In the past, Yan always disliked such a boneless sitting posture, he looked uneducated.

However, after staying with Wei Yubai for a long time, he was also infected by him, and he couldn't help but began to be "salted fish paralyzed".

Wei Yubai suddenly smiled, pulled up a picture from his phone, turned his head and said to Yan Fan with a smile: "Honey, do you know our cp name?"

Yan Fan was stunned for a moment, hummed in a low voice, and said, "...I know."

"Qingyan. Spend all your wealth in exchange for your smile," Wei Yubai read the name and meaning of the cp, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. He threw the phone away as if throwing something hot, rubbed his arm, and Han said: "What the hell, the soil is not soil."

Yan Fan just laughed and said, "It's pretty realistic."

The prince immediately became angry, "What is realism, huh?"

He pressed the person to ask, his eyes were on fire, and he looked aggressive.

In Yan Fan's eyes, he was cute and tight, like an angry big dog.

Yan Fan seems to be able to understand why Wei Yubai always likes to tease him, why he always likes to speak out.

Because it feels good to tease each other.

It was also rare for Yan Fan to have the thought of teasing the other party. He frowned, imitating Wei Yubai's tone and said with a smile, "My lord spends money to buy your smile. Isn't it a face?"

Wei Yubai's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "Potter, how dare you use my spells against me?!""

The prince is outraged!

What if my wife learns badly!

Yan Fan shrugged with a smile, but he didn't want to embarrass Wei Yubai by laughing too much, "Yeah, this is so good."

Mr. Yan agreed.

Wei Yubai twitched the corners of his mouth in displeasure, snorted coldly, and ignored him.

Mr. Yan has been living in a homeless life for so many years, day and night, and a busy life, and he can barely find some comfort in books.

However, those things are deep, heavy and heavy, and the world woven by philosophy and art is like a dream.

But unreal things do not exist.

He must love figurative people and figurative things.

So Yan Fan lacked interest and had no interest in life.From the age of 17, for more than ten years of life, I have been living by fulfilling my own responsibilities.

Live for my mother's dream, live for my uncle and aunt, and live to take care of my sister.

The unconstrained imagination of his youth has disappeared.

However, in his thirties, at the age of 32, he met a boy who made his heart flutter.

Young, energetic, carefree and cute.

He met the long-lost muse again in him.

Inspiration is like a spring, gushing out.

He is back home.He picked up the paintbrush again.He finally opened his own small studio.

They are together.

For the first time since he was 17, he felt that time is quiet and good.

Yan Fan held Wei Yubai's hand, thinking, it would be nice if this could always be like this.

He asked for nothing.

They intertwined their fingers on one side, and bowed their heads on the other side to do their own things.

Yan Fan was dealing with work, and Wei Yubai was browsing the forum.

After wandering around for a while, Wei Yubai suddenly put away his phone, and rushed over like a vicious dog to hug Yan Fan.

Yan Fan was so serious about his work that he was taken aback. He froze in his arms, and the document in his hand fell on the soft blanket without making a sound.

Wei Yubai held his shoulder with one hand, and passed the screen with the other hand. It was a post asking for CP names.

Master Wei pouted aggrievedly, looked at the series of yelling and scolding in the post, and complained: "Brother, I despise Qingyan is too ugly, and they still scold me when I ask them to change it to a new one, woo hoo."

Yan Fan glanced at the post and couldn't help laughing.

[What kind of cp name is Qingyan?Has my sister ever gone to school, and what books have she read?Give Grandpa the whole new one! ]

1st Floor:?Your father named cp need you to shout here?

Floor 2: Don't knock it if you think it sounds bad, you idiot, you are calling your mother.

Floor 3: Where?Does it come with a key?Three for ten yuan, how many do you get?

4th Floor: What kind of mentally handicapped poster is it? ,

Yan Fan: Suppress the smile.

What kind of cutie is this.

The young man reached out and rubbed Wei Xiaobai's soft black hair, and said dotingly, "Then what name do you want? Come and get it, okay? Ignore them."

Wei Yubai fell into deep thought.

Wei Yubai began to bite his fingers.

Wei Yubai had a mournful face.

"...Silent, it's Jingqiao tonight." Wei Yubai said sadly.

The illiterate Mr. Wei couldn't think of a name for him at all.What he came up with was even uglier than Qingyan!

Damn!

Regretting the first moment of not studying hard——Wei Yubai.

Wei Yubai thought for a while, feeling blessed, he clenched his left fist and slapped his right hand, saying, "Yes!"

Yan Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled, waiting for the good news.

Suddenly I heard Uncle Wei say: "Why don't you just use your surname, Wei Yan!"

Yan Fan, "..."

Cyan Frost Blade x When the Swallow Returns——Qing Yan

Wei Yubai x Yan Fan - Wei Yan

So what's the difference between the two?

oh.Anyway, the former has another meaning.

The latter is more simplistic and rude.

Boss Yan smiled helplessly, thinking to himself, he really can't expect anything from this guy.

But the complaints in my heart belong to the complaints.

Whatever he wanted to be called, Yan Fan thought it was fine.

"Okay. Then it's Wei Yan." Yan Fan said obediently.

Yan Fan picked up the folder and started working, while Wei Yubai continued browsing the forum.

When Yan Fan had just finished approving one document and wanted to pick up the second one——

History repeats itself.

The tall boy once again swooped forward with a bear and surrounded him, rubbed his face sticky against his neck, a fluffy head protruded from his arms, followed by a beautiful hand, and then a bright light screen.

Master Wei was outraged, "Brother Yan, a thousand-character proclamation was posted on the forum to scold me for not starting the broadcast! Damn it, what do you mean you don't go online on time? Didn't I go online on time and ask for leave! I ask for it every day."

Straightforward.

Yan Fan was amused by him.

"It's time to broadcast live, don't make them wait every day." Yan Fan said.

Wei Yubai may not know that his four hours of live broadcast every day was his support during that period of time.

Perhaps, it will be the support of others.

Reluctantly, Wei Yubai buried his head into Yan Fan's arms again, rubbing against his slender fair shoulders and neck for a while.The young man muttered a few words, but Yan Fan didn't hear clearly.

He tried hard to reach out to pick up the file, but failed.

So he had no choice but to put his hand on Wei Yu's white head, and rua stroked the crown prince's soft black hair.

Mr. Yan glanced at Mr. Wei who was still acting like a baby, and thought, alas.It's not easy having kids.

......

Master Wei nestled on the sofa, drinking ice cream and eating potato chips, just happily killing time.

However, something unexpected happened!

"Wife wife wife!!! Helpme!!!" With a pale and handsome face, Wei Ye greeted Yan Zong Erkang who was preparing to make supper in the distance.

Yan Fan sighed, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, untied his apron and put it aside, and walked over.

As soon as he got close, a warm unknown creature surrounded him directly.

Then Master Wei called mournfully, "My wife...my stomach hurts."

The boy's sharp and cold eyes were foggy and red at this moment.Half sharp, half soft.

Yan Fan stretched out his hand and patted his head, frowned and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did you eat bad?"

Wei Yubai nodded pitifully, "It seems so."

Mr. Yan put his arms around the boy's thin waist with one hand, and took out his mobile phone with the other to ask the assistant to arrange a doctor.

The assistant contestant who spoke in a correct voice was dumbfounded, "Have you eaten your stomach?"

The sky seemed to be falling down.

As for the exquisite one that his boss eats every day, the one that pays attention to the health preservation, can he eat it badly?

Could it be that the quality of expensive ingredients is not good now?Can't hold the health-preserving recipes anymore?

Is there anything clean, edible left on earth?

Assistant: Wiping Tears.JPG

Yan Fan, ".......As long as I ask you to arrange it, why ask so many questions?"

At this time, the assistant brother seemed to have realized something, and said clearly: "Oh! My stomach hurts!"

The stomachache is probably not Boss Yan, right?

Unsurprisingly, it was Comrade Canary.

So Brother Bird is such a big, big, and rough guy, how can he have a stomachache when he is doing well?

The assistant brother secretly sighed, his boss is really amazing.

It can make other young boys go to the doctor with a stomachache.

"Mr. Yan, are the doctors in the gastroenterology department and anorectal department called?" the assistant asked thoughtfully.

Yan Fan, "???",

What?What anorectal?

Dazed by the pain, Wei Yubai sat up in shock as he was dying.

"What? Anorectal department?" Wei Yubai was shocked.

The author has something to say:

Assistant: A caring assistant.

Yan Fan: Thank you.

ps: Matryoshka and humanities, I will write if I have time. (but probably not much time)