Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"Actually, I'm the one you're looking for."

Looking at the barefoot fisherman on the sofa, Fyodor couldn't say that.

Even though the memory loss was troublesome, he made little effort to bring it back.

Because he is not sure what will happen after Mingliu recovers his memory... What if he travels back directly...

Then it's not worth the loss.

He has always understood Gogol very well.

But he never understood Gogol so well.

Now that Liu Mingliu is by his side, it doesn't matter whether he wants to use him, study the principle of time travel, or something else.

Who is the butterfly and who is the spider, the relationship between predator and prey has been confused.Even the spider himself doesn't know that he has woven an airtight web, and he is fishing on the sofa without thinking about anything.

Fyodor only felt that he was firmly caught in the web, entangled in invisible spider threads.

Every minute and every second is falling to a heavier place.

This was his most proficient way of manipulating people's hearts, but now he fell into it himself.

Free and not free.

He is never free.So the feeling of not being free was novel and soon painful.The faster thinking speed than ordinary people brought him more pain at this time. This pain comes completely from the spirit, and there is no way to get rid of it at all.

At this point, a crude and simple method will jump out.

kill him.

Just break that net forever.

Killing, or destroying forever, is a good choice.

Although Gogol's idea is evil, it is indeed useful.It's just that this is difficult to implement.

He has no such extreme pursuit of freedom.

Ming Liu is not such an easy person to deal with.

Then there is only one option left: destroy all of him.

When chatting with Dazai in prison, Dazai asked him what to do if he wanted to chase a woman who ignored him.Fyodor replied back then by destroying everything she has, including relationships, so that she can only rely on you.

This matter is also common in other places. In fact, many "heartfelt" subordinates come from this way.Just let him be the only one in their world.

Ming Liu probably has nothing in this world, a complete blank, and only knows two or three people.Then just destroy the relationship...

Well... this includes Osamu Dazai, quite a nuisance.

Fyodor suspects that many recent events have something to do with Osamu Dazai.

And if it is implemented in the future...Ming Liu is not someone who can be locked up.

Who can hold a night rabbit... From the time we met to now, he just tried his best to persuade him to stay.

This option of destruction becomes difficult.

"Fyodor, what are you thinking?"

Fyodor was sure that his thinking process was very fast, and his face did not change. Ming Liu should not be able to find anything.

should.

"Nothing. Just thinking about work."

"That's right, Fyodor always looks very busy, is it tiring to manage the organization?" Ming Liu tilted his head, his black hair was loose, today he didn't tie his hair up, and his shirt was dressed like pajamas, "Mr. I feel like I'm interrupting your work here... Should I go out?"

"No, there's not a lot of work recently." Fyodor tried his best to show a non-tired smile. Most of his recent fatigue came from the person in front of him, which can be said to be very painful.

"Okay..." Ming Liu muttered softly, "Being clingier than Fei Jia..."

Fyodor felt that sooner or later he would want to strangle the non-existent "Fedya".

"Wait a minute." Just when Fyodor wanted to continue working, Mingliu put on a blanket, put his feet in the furry slippers, and ran behind Fyodor.

Fyodor sat on the computer chair, and he leaned against the back of the computer chair.

Put warm fingers on the temples and massage gently.

"Learned some useless relaxation techniques." His voice was so close that Fyodor wanted to look away for a moment, but his head was immobilized.

This idea also disappeared.

"Fyodor looks too tired from work, pay attention to rest. Close your eyes."

"Ah."

In the end, he let himself fall.

Enjoying the gentle massage, closing his eyes and giving up thinking, Fyodor admitted that he was corrupt.The recent days are too ordinary, and he is even a bit reluctant to part with such ordinary days.

Ming Liu's strength was well grasped, and when he noticed that Fyodor had relaxed, he also smiled silently.

Always frowning is too unseemly.

Thinking wildly, Mingliu braided Fyodor's hair with a hair tie in his mouth, pressed his shoulders, and finally almost pushed him down and gave him a full set of health care.

In the beginning, Fyodor could still enjoy it, but when the bones were set, there was nothing left but howling.

When he couldn't hold back the screams for the first time, he felt that his image as the leader of the organization was completely ruined... After all, he was also a serious international wanted criminal...

But it really hurts.People who are used to hunchbacks are forcibly corrected, and their bodies are tortured until they are almost not like their own bodies, and they cannot move for a long time after the end.

Feeling... Consciousness and body have been separated...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The culprit said without sincerity, "I overdid it by accident, and I'm really sorry that I didn't let you relax."

"But Fyodor's daily habits are very bad. His hunchback should be corrected since he was a child. It's a bit late now, and it's barely too late."

He muttered, pinching his fingers happily, and his bones rattled.

"How about we come in once a week? I promise to cure everything."

"May I refuse..." Fyodor replied feebly.

"Really? What a pity."

Mingliu sat next to Fyodor, nestled in a corner, started not to put on his slippers properly, and swayed around with his toes hooked on the shoes.

It wasn't long before I got out of a bad cold.

Fyodor made useless fuss.Instead of worrying about Yetu getting a cold because of this, it is better to worry about whether his skeleton can still withstand manipulation. If he hadn't sternly refused, Mingliu even wanted to give him a set of acupuncture.

Both of them were lazy, lying still.

"Fyodor."

"Ah."

"If Fei Jianeng grows up, he will probably be like you."

"Yeah." No need to assume, that's it.

"That's great." Mingliu sighed inexplicably, he touched Fyodor's cheek with his fingers.

"It always feels like time flies by in the blink of an eye."

The latter dodged subconsciously for a while, then didn't move, and looked up into Ming Liu's eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ming Liu didn't look at him, his fingers went around, passed through the hair, and took off the hair tie that bound the hair.Then keep this close posture and tie up your hair.

The shirt was a bit loose, but the buttons were not properly buttoned, and because of the action at this moment, the neckline dropped a little, and the slender collarbone was completely exposed.Ming Liu held the hair tie in his mouth, put his fingers around the back of his head, combed his hair briefly, and tied it up skillfully.A few strands of broken hair hang down by gravity, turning into unruly bangs.

"I still feel sorry for tossing you like this."

They were still very close, and they almost only needed to speak in a breathy voice.

"Sorry I wanted to be away for a while. Had a great time here, everyone is great."

"I'm really happy to see the grown-up Fei Jia," Ming Liu said, "much happier than I imagined."

Look, Fyodor can't tell the difference between the spider and the butterfly, and he can't tell who is indulging whom.

"Although I don't know why Fyodor doesn't want me to leave, I really want to go back to Japan. I'm a little... a little worried about Dazai. Unlike Fei Jia, he has never been a worry-free child. He really Can I live well? Sometimes even I can’t help but think about this question.”

"Sorry, Fedya."

His ability to control power was equally effective with the hand knife, and Fyodor lost consciousness almost immediately without feeling unnecessary pain.

One last thought struggled past:

In interpersonal relationships, Dazai Osamu is indeed the biggest trouble.

……

"what are you doing?"

As soon as Fyodor woke up, he saw Gogol approaching him, with no expression on his face after taking off the mask, just staring intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I wonder if my dearest Fedya was killed by someone else."

"Apparently not yet."

"That's really great! I thought the lovely Tuo Sijun would disappear forever." Gogol straightened up, and the weird and exaggerated smile returned to his face, "Fei Jia, your little canary ran away. La!"

The rumor basically came from him.

"I know." Fyodor rubbed his neck, Mingliu's hands were quick enough, but the pain was unavoidable, "Would you help him go to Japan?"

"Hmm! Fei Jia really understands me best."

"It's not bad." Fyodor regained that calm expression, "At least it made me understand the scope of amnesia."

Ming Liu who can do this kind of thing probably remembers him, but he doesn't remember the next few days.When the trust between them has not yet been established.

"Gogol, I'm leaving for a few days."

"Go to Japan to find your little canary?"

"No," Fyodor sneered, "I'll see if Osamu Dazai is dead."

The author has something to say: Why add updates?

Because yesterday's update was too urgent, I forgot the plot I wanted to write (fall)

Turn it into a side story and put it here.

……

It took Fyodor a little effort to lift Mingliu to bed, because the patient was completely unconscious.

He had never faced a patient with a severe cold, and it was too late to call back the only normal person—Sigma.Besides, it's not in his style to call Sigma back for this matter.

"Cold..." Ming Liu who hadn't fallen asleep was very peaceful, but after falling asleep, he became restless, turned over and got entangled with the quilt.

Fyodor tucked his hands into the bed.

Very troublesome.

The purple-red eyes stared at the sleeping man right and left, and after staring for a while, Fyodor remembered that he still had a job.

He brought the notebook over, tapping the keyboard quickly with his slender fingers.

The clear and crisp sound of the keyboard probably disturbed someone. Even in his sleep, he was very upset and made a dissatisfied hum. As a result, his voice was weak and pitiful due to his weakness.

Fyodor stopped.

Work has to be done.

He thought about it.He didn't realize that he was running all the way in the direction of pampering Mingliu.

Unable to use the laptop and unable to leave, Fyodor sighed.

……

So we had to lie on the bed together, with thick blankets piled up in the middle, one person on each side, and then use a special mobile phone to work.

……

All in all, it's a side story about sharing the same bed.I don't care, it's sex, it's a big step forward in the emotional drama.

I'm a pure love party, and this post is the most emotional - uh - purebred post I've ever written.

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