After pretending to be A, I was hugged by the national brother [Transmigration Book]

"Finally, it's not in vain to worry about the false name of 'stealing/love/'."

Seeing that no one was chasing after him, Fu Shiyan slowed down a little.

"..."

Zhong Xun ignored his words, and said to himself, "I can't stay here any longer, send a message to Xing Xing and the others later to say hello?"

"Alright."

Fu Shiyan nodded happily.

Zhong Xun knew what he was happy about, lowered his head, reached out his hand and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, edited and sent text messages to Lu Xingyan and Zhu Zhouyang one by one.

Fu Shiyan waited patiently for him to finish all the aftermath preparations, hooked Zhong Xun's finger with great joy, and led him away from here in a stroll.

... So the next step is to take yourself to the place just mentioned?

Fu Shiyan didn't have any intention to explain to him, so Zhong Xun didn't ask any questions, but let him lead him like this.

Just like now, the two of them are just strolling around the streets to spend their own time, which seems to be very good.

Fu Shiyan stopped in the residential area next to No. [-] Middle School as he strolled along.

When he firmly led him into the apartment in this residential area, Zhong Xun seemed to understand the reason why he strongly insisted on bringing him here.

Although the residential area of ​​No. [-] Middle School is not as good as the location where Fu Zhai and Zhong Zhai are located, it is still a rather prosperous commercial street, not to mention the advantages of housing in the school district, and the housing resources here are still quite sought-after.

Fu Shiyan took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, and picked out two pairs of home slippers from the shoe cabinet next to the entrance, which looked like they had been prepared a long time ago, "Which pair do you want?"

Zhong Xun took a closer look and saw that these two pairs of home slippers were made into the shape of cute cat's claws. The soft plush fabric was delicately embroidered with the pattern of cute puppet cats. The only difference was that the puppet cats piled up The color of the clouds and the color of the bow tied on them.

"...Then, the blue one."

As if he knew that he would choose this pair, Fu Shiyan half squatted down in front of Zhong Xun, raised his head slightly to look at him, and coaxed a child, "Stretch out your feet."

Zhong Xun was not used to looking down at him like this, so he coughed lightly, "...I'll do it myself."

"Let me help you dress."

Fu Shiyan still held those cute puppet cats in his palms, and what he didn't know was that he was fighting for some glorious rights.

"..."

Zhong Xun understood his personality, not to mention that it was not a problem for the two of them to be stalemate in the porch, so they could only compromise and let him go.

Fu Shiyan's movements were extremely gentle, he roughly gestured the /depth/degree of /hole/mouth with his fingers, and carefully supported his ankle.

"Well, it really is as cute as I imagined."

His clear eyes reflected the warm orange light above his head. When he arrived at a private place, he took off the masks and thick scarves that were used to cover him one by one. Now Zhong Xun could finally clearly see the vividness on his face. expression.

...It's just a pair of shoes, how could he exaggerate it so much.

"And it's a pair with mine!"

He emphasized it with an unusually strong tone.

...It turns out that the key point is waiting here.

Walking into the living room from the entrance, Fu Shiyan patted the puppet cat's infrared sensor lightly, and the air conditioner rang in response. He turned his head and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm going to cook you a bowl of longevity noodles, do you want to eat?"

Sitting down on the soft sofa, Zhong Xun suddenly raised his head when he heard his voice, with a little surprise in his tone, "...you know how to cook?"

The surprise in his words was too obvious, Fu Shiyan pouted in disbelief, "What's wrong? I don't look like the type who can cook?"

"...It's not very similar."

Zhong Xun told him his thoughts without a trace of concealment. Fu Shiyan's overall impression did make him a little hard to imagine him busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Then you sit here and wait."

Zhong Xun's words seemed to touch a string of his persistence to prove himself. Fu Shiyan pushed the exquisite snack basket placed on the coffee table to Zhong Xun, "If you are hungry, you can eat some snacks to pad your stomach."

"Ah, are you thirsty?"

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and before Zhong Xun could answer, he ran to the water dispenser and took a cup of hot water from the cup he had prepared, and then He ran back and handed it to Zhong Xun in person.

It's like a child who worries about gains and losses takes care of another child who is ignorant and ignorant.

"..."

There is no reason to reject his eager anticipation here. Although he is still a little shy, Zhong Xun has learned to calmly accept Fu Shiyan's overly thoughtful care at the moment, watching him walk into the kitchen step by step and turn his head twice.

The cup in his hand is the cute puppet cat drinking cup that he bought in the amusement park before, and they brought them home one by one, but he didn't expect him to keep it until now.

The steaming heat rose slowly from the cup held in the palm of his hand one after another, and only then did Zhong Xun have time to really look around the layout of the living room again.

It can be seen that a lot of thought has been spent on the layout. From the entrance just now to the living room now, every place is decorated very cutely and dreamily.

...When did you start preparing for this?

The fingers pressed against the body of the cup were warmed by the full temperature inside, the slight sound of the range hood operating in the kitchen was heard next to his ears, and the shoes he had just helped himself put on were on his feet.

These small, warm, and never-before-experienced emotions gathered in my heart with some sourness.

No one has ever told him with practical actions that he is worthy of being liked.

Every time someone is given more, it seems to be me.

As if driven by something, Zhong Xun subconsciously stood up from the sofa where he had sat down, and walked towards the operating kitchen.

"What's the matter? It will be fine soon."

Almost as soon as his footsteps stepped in, someone who was busy in front of the gas stove noticed very keenly at the first time that the cute apron was tied on his body, but it didn't violate the harmony at all. It fits better than expected.

Zhong Xun swallowed all the other words back, and said with some difficulty, "... Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Eh?"

Fu Shiyan thought about his proposal very seriously, then turned around and picked up the spoon that was set aside, scooped up a spoonful of soup from the tumbling pot, carefully placed it on his lips and blew it before handing it over to him. On his lips, "Then help me taste the saltiness of the soup, okay?"

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