Lovers torture themselves every day

As soon as Fu Siyuan spoke, he stopped talking and just looked up at Ji Yan.

He didn't quite understand what kind of thoughts he was in, he was clearly the person who occupied his original position, and he was also prepared to leave here so as not to disturb them, but when he said the words just now, there was a little bit of disapproval in him. Clear the mind of the unknown.

It's a very strange kind of psychology, slender like a spider's thread, almost seemingly non-existent, but Fu Siyuan knew that when he said that he didn't think of anything at that moment, there was an almost secret pleasure in his heart.

Of course I can't remember anything.

Because the Taoist companion of the person in front of him is no longer there.

This kind of malice came for no reason, but it was menacing.

Fu Siyuan pursed his lips, looked at Ji Yan, he wanted to see the reaction of the person in front of him.

Ji Yan took a pillow and put it behind his back. Hearing this, he took another sip of water, and said indifferently, "Then wait." After getting up, Ji Yan pondered for a while, and felt that it didn't matter much.

Fu Siyuan: .

He punched the air like a combo.

Ji Yan has always been like this, he doesn't really care about many things.

Season's father and season's mother have a good relationship, their family is rich, and they are the only son in the family. They have everything they want since they were young. Later, they met Fu Siyuan. The relationship between the two is harmonious and they rarely quarrel. Their careers are also very stable, which leads to his lack of attachment to things attitude, there is nothing to pursue or achieve.

Just like the case of my lover's amnesia, if it's flustered on someone else, it may be a long time to be mentally blocked, but Ji Yan won't.

He was relieved when the doctor announced that Fu Siyuan was fine, let's take a step at a time for the next thing.

After drinking a glass of water, Ji Yan stood up, went to the small courtyard and looked around, then raised his voice and shouted: "Baby come out."

Fu Siyuan stood in the living room, his legs had already been raised, he took two steps forward quickly, and when he just arrived at the door of the living room, he saw the snow-white thing rushing towards Ji Yan, the movement was so fast that there was almost an afterimage.

His legs stopped abruptly, and only then did he focus on the snow-white thing.

It turned out to be a snow-white dog.

Ji Yan is accepting the enthusiasm from Samoyed.

Samoyed baby, three years old this year, male, Ji Yan raised him when he was two months old, used to hold the puppies in his arms to play, and three years later, the dog that could be hugged by both hands is now grown to It weighs 60 catties, and usually reaches the thigh when the four paws touch the ground, but now it basically reaches the chest of an adult when the two paws touch the ground.

The baby didn't have a clear understanding of his height and weight, and he treated himself like a puppy, pulling his clothes and acting like a baby, rubbing against his body with all his strength, making a delicate and pitiful whining sound from his throat.

Ji Yan stroked its head, inserted his palm into the hair and stroked it back continuously, comfortingly said: "I'm back, I'm back."

The baby kept whimpering, Ji Yan rubbed the dog's head twice before it settled down, flicked its tail and turned around by its legs.

Ji Yan introduced to Fu Siyuan: "This is our dog, called Baby."

Fu Siyuan looked, Ji Yan was standing in front of the garden, the green ground was full of colors, the fine and soft light poured onto the grass, and the rest of it was generously sprinkled on the dog's body, even the snow-white fluff was covered with hair. A golden light.

Ji Yan gently pinched the dog's ears: "Baby go say hello."

Fu Siyuan watched helplessly as the dog ran over, rubbed against him, then ran back, with its tail never stopping.

He thought of the leg he subconsciously stepped out when Ji Yan called him baby just now, and looked at the dog again, it turned out that baby called it.

Fu Siyuan sighed in his heart, thinking that he had overestimated the original body if he was true.

Ji Yan brought Samoyed into the house, and hooked his lips when passing by Fu Siyuan. With a smile in his eyes, he smiled close to his ear and said, "Baby."

Although it was called Samoyed, Fu Siyuan thought he was calling him.

Then call him baby.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

The voice is very clear, curled with a smile, lingering from between the lips and teeth, unscrupulously doing too much can disturb people's hearts and souls.

Fu Siyuan didn't have any defenses. Suddenly, warm breath sprayed down from his ears, gently blowing over his bare skin like a breeze, and vanished like a feather, but it slammed into his ears like a thunderbolt. They all started shaking.

Fu Siyuan stood in place like a sculpture, and he didn't come back to his senses until the dog whined again from inside the house.

His heart was beating violently, his breathing was short of breath, and his ears were hot.

Fu Siyuan took a deep breath to calm his rapid heartbeat, covered his ears and thought that his vision was right.

If it were in the cultivation world, Ji Yan's backyard would definitely be overcrowded.

Cultivators are better, they need some face, but those monster races are not necessarily, a group of furry don't understand human ethics, they wish they could become... so what.

Fu Siyuan took another breath, and felt calmer as the cool wind poured into his lungs.

It is also thanks to him that he can guard himself, if someone else

It's hard to even think about it.

How did Ji Yan know that Fu Siyuan's little Jiujiu brought the dog into the house and fed him some snacks.

They got out of the hospital in the morning, and it's almost noon now, almost time for lunch.

After stroking the dog, Ji Yan was in a good mood, and looked at Fu Siyuan, who was exceptionally quiet around him: "What do you want for lunch?"

Ji's mother Qian reminded Wan Wan not to order takeaway food. When they were hospitalized, they could drink the soup made by Ji's mother, but most of the time they still ate outside food. Now Ji Yan wanted to eat something cooked at home.

Fu Siyuan said, "Anything is fine."

The food here is delicious, everything is delicious.

Ji Yan opened the refrigerator and took a look. Ji's mother came over to fill it with vegetables once, and now it was full, so he took an order at random: "Let me cook some noodles, okay?"

Fu Siyuan used to cook. He was good at cooking and the dishes were delicious. Now that he has lost his memory, he probably lost his skills. Ji Yan planned to cook something casually to deal with it.

Fu Siyuan nodded naturally.

Ji Yan took the vegetables and noodles to the kitchen, washed the vegetables after choosing them, added water to the pot, and waited for the water to boil before putting into the pot.

Seeing that the water was already boiling, and Ji Yan's vegetables were chopped into pieces, he glanced at the scene in the pot, and then threw the vegetables and noodles into the pot.

It's okay to act casually, say it's chic, or say it's self-defeating.

The pot boiled, and the soup with floating vegetable leaves and noodles kept tumbling upwards, almost overflowing from the side of the pot several times, and Ji Yan added water to it again, and the meal was cooked like a war.

After the noodles came out of the pot, a smell of starch paste spread to the living room.

Ji Yan glanced at the scene in the bowl.

Good to throw away.

For the first time, he knew that cooking noodles could burn the bottom of the pot.

Just when he was about to come again, Fu Siyuan appeared at the door.

Ji Yan was extraordinarily calm: "Did you smell it?"

In the past, he watched Fu Siyuan cook the rice, and took a sip or two after smelling the aroma. Now the two of them switched positions strangely, and Fu Siyuan smelled the smell. Although it was not a fragrance, it was still the same goal.

Ji Yan said: "Wait a minute, I'll cook it again, this time it won't be mushy."

He has learned the lesson from last time, and will not make the same mistake twice.

Fu Siyuan didn't move. He looked at the young man in front of him, with his slender figure and his sleeves rolled up. It was obvious that he had always been like this, but today he felt less comfortable.

His palms are beautiful, with well-defined and slender joints, and light blue blood vessels can be seen on the back of the white hands. He has seen this person's fingers fluttering on the computer, nimbly like a butterfly about to fly, but The panic that is rare these days in order to cook.

Fu Siyuan looked away from his hands, fell into the pot that was about to be thrown away, and asked softly, "Are you not very good at cooking?"

The word "too" is added to add a little euphemistic tone.

Ji Yan said: "You don't have to be so reserved." He heard it.

Ji Yan explained: "I seldom do it, so I am not proficient. It will be fine after practicing."

No one is born to be able to cook. He has cooked noodles before, not to mention delicious but definitely not unpalatable.

Fu Siyuan looked around the scene in the kitchen, paused for a while and said, "Let me try."

When this person is with Yuan body, it should be Yuan body who cooks.

Fu Siyuan looked at Ji Yan vaguely, if the original body came back and found that his Taoist companion had been starved and thin, wouldn't he blame me?

Ji Yan had some doubts about Fu Siyuan's mind, he was worried: "Are you really good at it?"

Can Fu Siyuan do it?Of course it does.

He didn't say anything, he cleaned the pot by himself and then cooked the noodles. Except for being stuck when lighting the fire, his other actions were decent.

Ji Yan watched from the side, and when Fu Siyuansheng handed it to him in the bowl, he had to admit after taking a sip that some people are talented in doing these things, even if they don't have a memory level, they are better than him.

In fact, the first time I dated Fu Siyuan, the restaurant they met had a power outage temporarily. The two of them looked at each other on the street, and Fu Siyuan asked him softly if he wanted to go to his house for dinner.

Ji Yan went there at that time.

He stood in the room and watched Fu Siyuan busily busy, his figure was half hidden in steam.In the hot air, his face was calm, and he talked less like this.

It is undeniable that he was indeed deeply moved at that time.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Ji Yan put down the bowl, propped his chin and lightly tapped the table: "You cook so delicious."

Fu Siyuan didn't show his excitement on the inside.

He suppressed the corners of his upturned lips, and asked calmly, "How delicious?"

Ji Yan: "It's as delicious as before."

Fu Siyuan: .

Oh.

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