After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

The big victory also gave the surname Fu a big blow, so I don't want to be too proud from now on.

The two little attendants were also very discerning. Seeing him coming, they hurried forward, "Brother Bian, are you all right, are you not injured?"

"Injured? A joke," Bian Cong flipped his hair coquettishly, "I didn't blow it, let me tell you two, it's just like them, ten more will not be a problem!"

The little followers applauded: "Brother Bian is amazing."

"Hey hey, be humble and humble."

"Hey, brother, stand out today." Lin Xiao came over and put his arms around his shoulders, "Tell me, where did you learn this trick?"

Bian Cong was taken aback: "What trick?"

"The five-body boxing you performed just now."

"Five bodies..." Bian Cong stared at him, "What are you talking about? Can this be called Wu Tiquan? This is obviously called three strokes to lock the throat and one stroke to kill. It is called Bian's ultimate move!"

Lin Xiao couldn't help laughing and asked him, "You made it yourself?"

"The unique skill of the Bian family is passed down through three generations, and it is passed on to males but not females."

Lin Xiao: "..."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say," Lin Xiaole laughed straight, hooking his shoulders, "Go, I invite you to eat, little fat Wang Tiantian, follow."

"Okay bro!"

Lin Xiao invited him to eat at the barbecue stand where he ate last time. He was in a good mood today and drank a few more cans of beer.

After dinner, Lin Xiao sent him to the intersection.

It was getting dark, and Bian Cong drank alcohol, his head was dizzy, and he was a little swaying when he walked.

The alley was a little dark, and while walking by a person, he would mumble a few words from time to time.

Just as he was about to get home, a black figure jumped out.

"Who!" Bian Cong stared with unclear eyes, "Where is the monster, why don't you show yourself!"

The black shadow didn't move, just looked at him with his tongue out.

not talking?

While leaning over with wide-eyed eyes, "Huh? Fu Chenyan? How did you become so dark? Why are you still sticking out your tongue at me?"

"What do you want to do?!"

"Wang!"

The black shadow called out.

"Have you learned how to bark?"

"Wang Wang!"

"Oh--"

"You're not Fu Chenyan, you're Erhei!" Feeling dizzy from the side, he squatted down and touched Erhei's head, "Erhei, Erhei, look at you, you don't even walk at night. Scream, I almost mistook you for that granite."

Erhei is a stray dog ​​from Biancong's nearby home. Because of his black hair, he is called Erhei.

"Have you eaten yet?" Bian Cong patted its head.

"Wang!"

"Eat it, all right."

Bian Cong stared blankly at Erhei, and then asked, "What are you eating?"

"Wang!"

"Oh, take me to see it," Bian Cong stood up, pointing forward, "Lead the way, puppy!"

"Wang!"

I don't know if Erhei can understand people's language or Bian Cong can communicate with Erhei, anyway, Erhei wags his tail and takes him to his den.

Beside Xiaowo, Fu Chenyan was half squatting to open cans for Erhei, when he heard the sound, he raised his head.

"Oh, run slower, run slower, I can't keep up." The servant shouted after Erhei's butt.

Fu Chenyan was not too surprised, his eyes stopped on him for a few seconds, and then he went on to put the can away for Erhei.

After doing this, he stood up and was ready to go.

However, just as he turned around, the person behind him called out to him.

"Fu Chenyan?"

tentative voice.

Fu Chenyan didn't speak, and continued walking.

"granite!"

sure voice.

Fu Chenyan stopped.

what happened?

Bian Cong shook his head, how can everyone look like Fu Chenyan?

"Woof!" Erhei yelled again.

Bian Cong came back to his senses, bowed his head, "Come on, let me see what you had for dinner..."

"Wow, not bad, there is meat to eat tonight, who gave it?"

"Wang!"

"Huh? Who?"

While following the sound of his shouting, he saw a figure from the back, tall and thin, holding a black plastic bag in his hand.

Bian Cong wanted to say hello to this kind-hearted man based on the idea that caring for stray animals is a good friend.

"Hello." Bian Cong stretched out his hand.

Fu Chenyan turned around.

Bian Cong drank the wine and smiled foolishly, "Good-hearted man, hello!"

Fu Chenyan snorted.

Very familiar voice.

Why does it look so much like that Fu.

Although he drank, when he thought of Fu, Bian Cong suddenly became sober. He opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, staring at the person in front of him.

Familiar smelly face, aloof and dead.

Who else but that bastard.

"It's you!" Bian Cong pointed at him, "You bastard! What are you doing here!"

Fu Chenyan looked at him, not wanting to speak at all, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't go!" Bian Cong called to stop him, "Old bastard, don't go!"

"You, you turn around and look at me!"

Fu Chenyan ignored him.

Don't even look at me!

You don't take me seriously!

Suddenly, a fire flared up in his heart.

I've been acting so awesome during the day, and you still don't take me seriously!

Hello Fu Chenyan!

I'm furious! !

"Granite!!" Bian Cong pointed at him, and walked forward angrily, "You, you turn around!"

"Are you an idiot?"

A cold sentence.

My grass?

You scolded me again!

How dare you scold me!

Bian Cong wanted to jump up in anger, "You bastard, how dare you scold me!"

Fu Chenyan had no intention of stopping to talk to him at all.

"You, you're done."

Furious, he looked left and right, but he couldn't find anything to beat him.

"You stop for me!!"

Fu Chenyan pretended not to hear, and kept walking.

"You," he was so angry that he ran two steps forward to catch up with him, but after thinking about it, he simply jumped up and climbed onto Fu Chenyan's back.

Fu Chenyan stopped after a wave of warmth stuck to his back.

"Hmph!" Bian Cong grabbed his neck with a proud expression on his face, "Don't go!"

When he spoke, his breath just passed Fu Chenyan's ears. When the back of Fu Chenyan's neck became hot, his ears turned red.

"Get off!" he said coldly.

"I, just, no!" Bian Cong strangled his neck, thinking about going all out, just in time to be drunk and cowardly.

He clasped Fu Chenyan's shoulders, wrapped his legs around his waist, and rubbed them up, "Hit me if you have the ability!"

"Do you really think I dare not?"

"Then you come!" Bian pressed his mouth against his ear, "If you dare to hit me, I will bite your ear off!"

Fu Chenyan's ears are getting hotter and hotter.

"..."

"Don't dare," Bian Cong laughed, "I tell you Granite, if you don't take me seriously again in the future, I will bite you!"

Too close, too close between them.

Fu Chenyan didn't dare to move.

"Be afraid!"

"Get lost." Fu Chenyan squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"You scolded me again!" Bian Cong got angry and shouted in his ear, "You, Ju, Ran, and, Cursed, me!"

The voice was too loud, and Fu Chenyan frowned.

"Are you aware of your mistakes!" Bian Cong strangled his neck, "Quickly apologize to me!"

"..."

"Or call me Dad."

"..."

"That's called Brother Cong."

Fu Chenyan held back his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Bian Cong!"

Bian never refused to let go: "Shout or not!"

Fu Chenyan stopped talking nonsense and started directly. He grabbed the sideman's arm and wanted to tear him off.

"You still dare to do it?!"

Bian Cong was angry, he showed his fangs, and gnawed down on Fu Chenyan's fair neck.

"Side! From!"

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Fu: If you bite me, you will be responsible for me

The wine is strong and cowardly, but the bite is good!