The male god I flirted with collided with me

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After all, He Yiming didn't dare to continue teasing, so he just tasted it.

Fang Yi pursed his lips, waited for He Yiming to finish his nonsense, then lowered his eyes and continued to read.

The two of them were surprisingly peaceful that night.He Yiming felt that the way they got along was quite interesting, but Fang Yi ignored him, as if he was not in the room. This state was like two middle-aged couples who had been married for many years in a cold war, and no one paid attention to the other.

While sleeping, He Yiming deliberately hung his legs on Fang Yize's body, but he pushed them down.

He Yiming chuckled, and honestly slept with the quilt between his hands, until Fang Yize turned off the light and slept with his back to He Yiming, and He Yiming put his feet on Fang Yize's body in a wicked way.

Fang Yize frowned slightly, sleeping restlessly.

He Yiming didn't disturb Fang Yize, found a comfortable position, and carefully moved his legs to Fang Yize's shoulders like practicing ballet, using Fang Yize as his own pedal.

After confirming that Fang Yize hadn't woken up, He Yiming looked like a child who stole candy, kissed Fang Yize's fair face, and then adjusted his posture against Fang Yize's back and fell asleep. The posture was like a child holding a cub The big bear stuffed Fang Yize into his arms.

This night, He Yiming maintained this position and slept restlessly.He woke up very early the next day, his legs were sore and numb. He wanted to take his legs off Fang Yize's shoulders, but Fang Yize frowned as soon as he moved, and could open his eyes the next second.

"Don't wake up, just sleep a little longer." This was the first time He Yiming saw Fang Yize sleeping.

Fang Yize's usual coldness faded away, his brows and eyes softened, and his whole body softened. He Yiming couldn't help but take a second look, but his stomach was filled with bad water.

Fang Yize has great strength, and he can't deal with it normally, if he is tied up now, this little beauty will have to submit obediently.

He Yiming is a man of action. He raised his legs, held his breath and slid out of bed, found a few pairs of long johns with good toughness in the closet, and tied Fang Yize's hands and feet. It doesn't have to be too tight, as long as it can bind the hands and feet.

He Yiming squatted beside the bed, carefully observed Fang Yize's expression, and confirmed that he did not intend to wake up. He picked up Fang Yize's arm and wrapped it around long johns, and then tied the other arm that was under his body.

Don't worry!

He Yiming's heart was pounding, just tie the knot.

He Yiming carefully tied up the two trouser legs of long johns, and he was about to finish the job. At this time, he looked at Fang Yize's face, and saw Fang Yize was looking at him with his eyes open. The bottom of his eyes was like a deep lake. no waves.

"Are you awake?" He Yiming was caught straight, and quickly glanced at Fang Yize's hand, which was tied in a knot, and his eyes were bent down for a while.

Even if Fang Yize's hands and feet are not tied, but if Fang Yize's hands are tied, his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. He Yiming doesn't think he will lose to Fang Yize.

A trace of confusion flashed across Fang Yize's face very quickly, and his calm eyes gradually became clear. He glanced at the triumphant man, his face darkened quickly, and he struggled a bit.

He Yiming frowned: "I'm making a knot."

Fang Yize didn't look at him, hooked his nimble fingers to the knotted place and pulled gently, and the two legs of the long johns came loose.

He Yiming's eyes widened, he didn't expect Fang Yize to free his hands so easily.

Although he did not tie the knot very hard, the knot was tight.

Fang Yize's face was dark, and without looking at He Yiming, he sat on the bed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his pupils shrank rapidly.

He Yiming noticed something was wrong with Fang Yize, and frowned slightly, "Mr. Fang, aren't you angry? Don't be angry, I'm just joking."

While talking, He Yiming stared at Fang Yize's expression. He even recognized the fact that Fang Yize had been raped. What he asked for now was just to come back once. If Fang Yize turned his face because of this, it would be unreasonable.

In the end, He Yiming felt that this matter was just like fun, and he couldn't be angry.

After only a while, Fang Yize calmed down and returned to his previous indifferent expression, he glanced at He Yiming lightly.

"I'm not angry." Just after waking up, Fang Yize's voice was a little hoarse.

He felt that his emotions were like a gentle and long river. The river that had been flowing down just now rushed out of the river. He only quickened his breathing, and the river returned to the river again, flowing down as boring and calm as before.

This change is nobody's business, and he shouldn't be focusing his attention on anyone for it.

Fang Yi withdrew his gaze, straightened the long trousers that He Yiming had brought, and hung them back in the closet: "Don't do such boring things again in the future."

He Yiming frowned fiercely: "Is there something wrong with you? I saw that you were in a bad mood just now!"

He clearly felt that Fang Yize was angry just now, but Fang Yize withdrew his emotions so quickly that He Yiming was shaken for a moment.

"You're thinking too much." Fang Yize closed his eyes, looked normal, and turned to wash up.

He avoided it when he saw Fang Yi, and He Yiming didn't worry about it anymore. He lay back on the bed, crossed his legs and took out his mobile phone to play games.

After playing a game, Fang Yize knocked on the door and asked He Yiming to go out for dinner.

"You made breakfast?" He Yiming was startled, but he knew that Fang Yize's family didn't have a trace of popularity. He didn't just talk about it. He went to the kitchen, and the stove was so shiny that it was new, not to mention the pots and pans, and even simple seasonings. nothing.

He Yiming walked to the living room, and saw fat and white dumplings floating on top of the soup in two bowls on the table, not to mention how pretty they looked.

"Quick-frozen?" He Yiming still couldn't believe that Fang Yi, who was not a bit popular, could make dumplings so difficult.

"No."

"Did you really make it? I'll try it." He Yiming lowered his head and took a sip of something light. The soup and boiled water were the same color. As soon as he took it, there was a faint smell of fat and sweetness spreading from the tip of his tongue. It was very light and fresh. This kind of freshness Once you taste it, you will know that it is not the accumulation of seasonings, but the fresh fragrance of the ingredients that are cleverly matched.

"I'm going out for a while." Fang Yi maintained a slow eating speed.

He Yiming nodded, Fang Yi is the owner of this room, and he needs to report to him when he wants to come and go, but He Yiming sighs, Fang Yi is a cold person, but he has everything, at least he is facing Fang Yi But with this cold face, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

"I have a day off on weekends, and I will go to work tomorrow to work for Mr. Fang." When playing games just now, Zheng Niqiu sent him a WeChat message asking if he was sick. He Yiming knew that the old Niqiu was urging him to go to Haicheng as soon as possible.

He Yiming was not in a hurry to reply to Zheng Niqiu when he could leave, but said that he hadn't paid his social security yet, hadn't gone to the hospital yet, and wanted to wait two days before going.

This time, the old Niqiu stopped pretending to be confused, and said that the company would give him a supplementary gas fee every month, and asked He Yiming to remember to issue the ticket when he bought the ticket, and he would be reimbursed together at that time.

The salary of senior designers in the company is more generous than that of ordinary employees, and there are monthly subsidies for fuel and accommodation expenses. In the past, Lao Nixiu drove to the highest level every month. Now He Yiming scraped off part of his gas money, which can make Zheng Niqiu feel distressed enough.

He Yiming doesn't care whether Zheng Niqiu feels distressed or not, let him use his own money to help Zheng Niqiu do things, dreaming!

He Yiming glanced at the slow-moving Fang Yize, and was tickled, "Why don't I go out with you today?"

Fang Yi raised his eyes, wiped the corners of his lips slowly with a paper towel, and said in a steady voice, "Put the bowl on the cabinet under the sink, and it will be exposed with a gentle push of water. Remember to wipe the table and the countertop after washing the bowl. Don't leave water stains."

Xu was to show the importance of the last sentence, but Fang Yize added another sentence, "Water marks can be seen when the water dries up."

He Yiming puffed up his eyes slightly.

Fang Yi stood up from the dining table, pushed the chair under the table, and glanced at He Yiming indifferently.

The eyes of the two met, and He Yiming saw a trace of sincerity from Fang Yize's lake-like calm eyes.

Are you kidding me?

He Yiming's head is as big as a bucket, but Fang Yize is so open-minded that he can make appointments in bars. He is so meticulous in life!