Rebirth Unlimited Dog Food

Cheng Cheng felt his heart beating faster, and every blood vessel shouted happily: Well done!It's overdue!

The struggle for sight continued, and Cheng Cheng would not give in!What's the matter?Master is bound to get you, now... for the sake of his recent progress, he can have some sweetness.

Cheng Cheng saw the smoke and dust in Feng Shuai's eyes, turned his eyes to look at the "dry goods" on his table, and finally drank the last sip of soup slowly, knocking on the side of the bowl with his slender index finger, " Sometimes I really want to see what's in your head."

"It's all you!" An impulse, the impulse to let Feng Shuai see his heart, was like the air bubbles in soda water, rising upwards, making his throat tight, Cheng Cheng couldn't help it. I knew what expression I had when I said this, but Feng Shuai's expression was not very good-looking.

"Okay, I'm sweating, take a shower." Feng Shuai put the bowl on the table, and the crisp sound of clinking made Cheng Cheng's heart skip a beat.

It wasn't until the sound of water in the bathroom came that Cheng Cheng gave a "fuck" and squatted down with his head in his arms, and his claws grabbed his hair into a mess.

If you want to get your heart out, you can't do it with just one or two impulsive, self-righteous provocative confessions!How did Feng Shuai pay attention to him before?Shouting and yelling to confess to him every day?That's the heap of cherishing and loving that he would brag about before drinking soy milk!

How many years did Feng Shuai use it?From impulsive emotions to restraint because of cherishing, Feng Shuai's heart was dug out and buried again. How much courage and pain must be endured to do it!

Keep friends at a distance!This is the way he planned for Feng Shuai. With his words and actions, he cast a spell on Feng Shuai. The days of being followed by admiring eyes have been wiped clean, and there is not a single hair left.

He was really an idiot, and he didn't make much progress once he was reborn. To Feng Shuai's ears, what he said just now was quite ironic.

Frustrated, he rummaged through to find the unopened picture album, sharpened the pencil, and took two deep breaths. When he saw Feng Shuai with only a small bath towel around his lower body, he was almost out of breath.

Tiny drops of water hung on the white and firm skin, crossed the curve of strength, and swayed between the tightened waist and abdomen. The edge of the white towel revealed a very beautiful sunken muscle arc. The excellent eyesight made Cheng Cheng That's right, it was a little bit more exciting, and the fire in my heart was crackling.

Feng Shuai rubbed his hair vigorously, his neat hairstyle was full of masculinity with casual tossing, with no clothes on, his shoulders are flat and straight, it looks even more exciting!Cheng Cheng didn't dare to look at it, otherwise he would soon need a bath towel to wrap around it.

"Ahem, I turned on the air conditioner." Cheng Cheng turned up the temperature a little more. The heater hasn't been hot for the past two days, so he doesn't want Feng Shuai to catch a cold.

"If you turn it up a bit higher, my shower will be in vain." Feng Shuai raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Cheng Cheng obediently adjusted the temperature down a few more degrees, pointed to the bedside, "Well, lie down."

"How to lie down?"

"Have you seen the Titanic?" Cheng Cheng pulled out a smirk, holding on to a shameless face, poorly.

Feng Shuai came over with a sharp eye, and Cheng Cheng was immediately happy. No matter how many knots Feng Shuai had, no matter how many years it took for Feng Shuai to feel a pet word, he would guard him and be with this guy, just Breathing the same air made him feel comfortable.

"However you feel comfortable, I'll make a picture first, that, the bath towels around it." Cheng Cheng had his own little calculations, no matter whether it was painted or carved, only he could see it.

Feng Shuai looked at him, walked to the side of the bed, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his long hand and hooked the pillow over, and buried his head in the pillow. The familiar breath made Feng Shuai's nerves relax for three stops, and his stomach was hot. Almost, the bitterness of anti-drug is no longer there, but the bitterness in my heart is still churning.

From the fresh flesh and body to the smooth brush strokes, every inch of Feng Shuai's body passed through Cheng Cheng's eyes. The pen seemed to be very hot, and the drawing board seemed to become heavy. Cheng Cheng secretly slowed down the tide in his heart.

There was an obvious scar on Feng Shuai's fair skin near his waist under his left rib, Cheng Cheng couldn't help touching that lead-colored spot lightly, his eyes were extremely focused, "Twenty stitches were stitched at that time."

Feng Shuai can still pick up the endless words, "It's been so many years, how can I remember?"

"I remember," Cheng Cheng seemed to see Feng Shuai standing in front of him again, holding the dagger he stabbed in his hand. Feng Shuai was protecting him like a baby bird, not only protecting his body from injury, but But if he made a mistake and became impulsive, even Feng Shuai would stop him, "Twenty stitches."

"It's useless to memorize these things." Feng Shuai's voice was a little lazy.

"Hey, I just like to remember!" Cheng Cheng heard Feng Shuai's sleepiness, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy, it won't affect my painting."

"...Mmm." Feng Shuai's nasal voice made people sound defenseless, with a slowness that had let go of all vigilance... so charming as hell!

Drowsiness swept over Feng Shuai, before he could distinguish whether it was the effect of the medicine or Cheng Cheng's breath, he fell into the first peaceful sleep in these two days.

Cheng Cheng's gaze became presumptuous, and he even lost sight of it. He was asleep, so of course he dared to look at it with confidence!See everything he loves!

In fact, long before he knew Feng Shuai's intentions, he was very concerned about Feng Shuai's good-looking body. He attributed it to jealousy. Resilience, clear goals, extraordinary courage, and the kindness that will leave some room for anyone under the cold appearance.

The sketch was finished quickly. Cheng Cheng turned off the air conditioner and covered Feng Shuai with a quilt. With a handsome sleeping profile, Cheng Cheng smiled and murmured in his heart that his daughter-in-law slept well, and if she fell, the father would follow her.

Feng Shuai's brain woke up faster than his body. He didn't hear Cheng Cheng's movement. He opened his eyes slightly. The not-so-thick curtains let in the light. Mat.

Was it because he was afraid that he would fall to the ground?

Feng Shuai laughed, Cheng Cheng was the only one who could make him laugh like this.

There was a long queue for fried fruit. Cheng Cheng was carrying pancakes and a small pot of Chaos in the line. When the phone rang, Cheng Cheng thought that Feng Shuai had woken up, so he turned his hands down and took out his phone. After seeing the number clearly with the ready-made snarky, they went clean.

"Mom." Hearing the unfriendly "hmm" at the other end, Cheng Cheng felt very tight in his heart.

"Let's meet today. I want to talk to you about your father."

"...Understood, I will check the arrangement later and write back to you."

"Do you have any important arrangements, as soon as possible."

"……Row."

Feng Shuai came out of the bathroom, just as Cheng Cheng walked in, holding the pot in both hands, plastic bags hung on his fingers, smelling like rice all over his body.

"Buy so much?"

"Just now there was a fight downstairs for the early sellers. To fight for the land, the fight was so dark that the stalls were all gone, so I took the opportunity to grab them. Come on, pick them up for nothing, eat them quickly!" Cheng Cheng quickly took the bowl Chopsticks, serve the chaos, and hand over the sugar skin, he knows that Feng Shuai likes to eat this in the morning, the sweet one is salty.

"Just be poor, you are worth a lot if you have a long mouth." Feng Shuai shook his head and smiled.

"Then I'm not poor with you, can I lend a shoulder to lean on?" Cheng Cheng suddenly lost his poverty, and his voice was a little weak.

"what happened?"

"Let's lean on, lean on." Cheng Cheng leaned over and put the dog's head on Feng Shuai's shoulder.

"Tired? Is it your mother's business?" Feng Shuai frowned and guessed.

"What level have you cultivated to? You know how to read minds." Cheng Cheng tapped his forehead on his sturdy shoulders twice.

"Ask you to go? You don't want to go?"

"Going is a must, I promise you, if you don't want to go, you definitely don't want to go," Cheng Cheng suddenly looked up at Feng Shuai, "You promised to go with me, let's go together today."