My three pots of meat plants

Wen Wuchu slept until he woke up naturally the next day, stretching without opening his eyes out of habit.

Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable soreness from his waist to his buttocks. It wasn't really painful, but he was just very tired.

In that second, Wen Wuchu recalled what happened last night. He secretly opened his eyes, only to see Bai Shengxiu sitting on the bed leaning on the headboard, flipping through the book in his hand.

As if hearing the movement, Bai Shengxiu lowered his head with a smile: "Good morning, Wu Chu."

Looking at this scene, Wen Wuchu suddenly remembered that when they first met, they were recording a variety show, and the other party was also in this posture before going to bed, holding a book, and saying good night to him.

Only when Wen Wuchu jumped out of the pit of memory killing did he realize that he and the person next to him were no longer pure, down-and-out agents and showbiz agents working together. Last night they...

Thinking of this, Wen Wuchu's cheeks became hot again, and he hid under the blanket, only showing a pair of eyes outside.

The bed is very refreshing, and the body is also very refreshed. It seems that Bai Shengxiu did a good job of cleaning up the aftermath last night.

For some reason, Wen Wuchu suddenly felt lucky. He felt that at least waking up like this was pretty good, and there were many situations that were a hundred times worse than this.

For example, if the other party did not clean up, he developed a high fever and died of illness.For example, last night, Bai Shengxiu exerted too much force, exhausted his energy and turned into a meat plant, and he would never recover or anything.

Bai Shengxiu didn't know that his manager's mind could be so clear when he was so warm, he just thought that the other party was shy, so he couldn't help laughing, then he also lay down, looking sideways at Wen Wuchu.

Wen Wuchu blushed even more. "What are you doing?"

"You're so pretty." Bai Shengxiu's tone was sincere, without any hint of flirting.

Bai Shengxiu took out a velvet box.

"I am very satisfied with your gift, but I am also prepared."

Wen Wuchu's head immediately flashed Xiao Huangwen again.Gong said that if there is a gift in return, he would say that he was ravaged/ravaged in the name of satisfying you, or gave the other party some breasts/nails, saying that he wanted to leave his own mark on the other party.

Fortunately, Bai Shengxiu also deviated from the character design a little at night, and at dawn, he regained his human face and animal heart, oh no, his gentle and considerate personality.

Inside the box were two rings, both bound by two thin silver necklaces.

Bai Shengxiu turned over and straddled Wen Wuchu.

Wen Wuchu blushed immediately. Although everything happened last night, it was night anyway. The sun is shining brightly now, and the curtains are not the kind that completely block the light. The room is so open and bright. Where should his eyes be placed? On the face?Still on the strong chest.

Fortunately, Bai Shengxiu didn't embarrass Wen Wuchu for too long, he leaned over and tied the necklace around Wen Wuchu's neck.

Leaning over, rubbing your temples together, exhaling gently in each other's ears.

"I know, it's not convenient for you to wear the ring on your finger, so it's hanging around your neck and you can't take it off, you know, if you take it off, I will..."

Bai Shengxiu just stopped there without saying anything, but lightly kissed Wen Wuchu's cheeks and forehead a few good morning.

Wen Wuchu felt his heart beating fast, and was about to say "don't mess around", when the other party's kiss had already landed on his lips.

It was a gentle and coercive kiss. When Wen Wuchu was forced to entwine lips and tongues, he still wanted to push the other party away, but was defeated by the other party's self-taught skill.

Soon, the temperature of the room rose.

Just when the two of them were about to fight again, Xue Jingrui's shout sounded outside the door.

"Chuchu! Chuchu! Get up quickly! Didn't you say you were going out to feel the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year today?"

Wen Wuchu had black lines all over his head, and Bai Shengxiu was so angry that his teeth were itching. He was about to ignore him and continue with Wen Wuchu, but was pushed away by the manager who finally regained his senses.

"Change clothes, quick!"

On the breakfast table on the first day of the new year.

Except for Xue Jingrui's beaming face, the other two Rou Zhijun's expressions were not very good.

Qi Jingze ate the millet porridge in front of him in silence the whole time, while Bai Shengxiu was probably interrupted by Xue Jingrui, so he didn't have a good face when he was dissatisfied with desire.

While Wen Wuchu was going to the kitchen to get more porridge, Xue Jingrui leaned over to Bai Shengxiu's side.

"Brother Chengxiu, I seemed to see you coming out of Chuchu's room just now."

Bai Shengxiu's hand holding the spoon froze for a moment, noncommittal.

Qi Jingze's face became even more gloomy.

When Wen Wuchu returned to the dinner table, it was rare for Xue Jingrui not to continue this topic, but asked very excitedly: "Chuchu, where are we going to play today?"

City S is full of joy during the festive season. Even though most of the migrant population has left, there are still people returning home and traveling to fill the vacancies.

Every street is full of festive celebrations, and the favorite red element of Chinese people can be seen everywhere.

Wen Wuchu originally planned to take the three of them to a temple in the city center to seek a lottery. Unexpectedly, the temple, which had always been deserted, was overcrowded today, and even young people who didn't like burning incense and worshiping Buddha also came.

Wen Wuchu remembers seeing someone complaining about it a few days ago. Nowadays, young people don’t take superstition seriously, and they don’t go to temples to worship Buddha. Turn a post in the circle of friends asking for a signature.

Now it seems that it is not so bad.

Dumbfounded, Wen Wuchu had no choice but to change places and take the three of them to a big park in the city for a spin.

The weather on the first day of the new year was very good, and Wen Wuchu felt a little windy when he walked.

Bai Shengxiu on the side sneaked into his ear: "Will it hurt if you walk so fast?"

Just as Wen Wuchu wanted to say that his feet didn't hurt, he remembered the meaning of Bai Shengxiu's question when he was on the verge of speaking. He blushed immediately and gave Bai Shengxiu a hard elbow in the stomach.

Qi Jingze, who was behind him, turned his gaze to the roadside stall, with an incomprehensible look on his face.

Even on the first day of the first lunar month, there are hawkers running for their livelihood.

The road leading to the park is colder than usual, but there are still eight or nine stalls and carts.

Wen Wuchu bought a bag of roasted sweet potatoes, intending to fill his belly, and after two steps, he was stopped by an uncle.

"Handsome guys, let's buy some sunglasses? A famous brand!"

The uncle's beard has not been taken care of for three days, and he is very sloppy.Selling sunglasses on the first day of the Lunar New Year is not easy.

Wen Wuchu glanced at the three Rou Zhijun beside him, and brought them masks and hats when he went out. Probably this uncle felt that the equipment should be complete, so he came to sell them sunglasses.

Seeing that Wen Wuchu stopped, the uncle worked even harder: "Look, they are all famous brands. They are on the first day of the first lunar month. If we meet, we will give you a 200% discount. Look, they are all Versace, Dior, etc. It's [-] yuan after the discount."

Seeing that Wen Wuchu was not moved, the uncle continued his efforts: "One hundred and fifty, no less, they are all big brands! The original price is tens of thousands."

Wen Wuchu glanced at the sunglasses with ugly color scheme, rough texture and huge LOGO. Versace would be silent when he saw it, and Armani would cry when he saw it.

Wen Wuchu waved his hand and continued to walk towards the park. The uncle still followed the four of them persistently.

The three meat masters all have first-line brands. If they really wear this kind of three-no product that is not even a copycat, then it is really doomed.

But the uncle was too persistent and followed from one end of the street to the entrance of the park on the other.

Wen Wuchu sighed helplessly, it was not easy for the other party to make a living, if it weren't for the difficult conditions, who wouldn't want to play mahjong with their family on the first day of the first lunar month.

"Give me two unbranded ones, ordinary ones are fine."

"I really don't think about this Dior one. It's one hundred and fifty. It's super good-looking. It will definitely attract pretty girls when you wear it." The uncle saw that Wen Wuchu let go, smiled happily, and persistently promoted the "famous brand".

Wen Wuchu waved his hands hastily: "I don't bring so much cash, it's fine if there is no brand name."

The uncle was a little regretful, and took out two sunglasses without a huge LOGO from the depth of the big bag.To be honest, the quality of these two ordinary sunglasses is much better than that of "famous brands".

"Two hundred." After the uncle finished speaking, seeing Wen Wuchu's expressionless expression, he thought he was dissatisfied, and said again: "I have such a fate with you, two eighty."

Wen Wuchu shook his head helplessly, and gave the other party 100 yuan from his wallet. Keep the change, please.

The uncle smiled happily and praised Wen Wuchu for being handsome.

After dismissing the strange uncle, Wen Wuchu had no choice but to take a look at the two sunglasses that he would never wear.If I had known that I had just asked the strange uncle if he had a magnifying glass, he might have been able to focus the light to get a fire or something.

Carrying two sunglasses and a bag of sweet potatoes, Wen Wuchu was about to enter the park when Xue Jingrui disappeared.

Following Bai Shengxiu's fingers, Wen Wuchu saw that he was standing beside a cotton candy vendor, surrounded by a group of festively dressed children.

The children's eyes lit up when they looked at the cute and colorful cotton candy.And Xue Jingrui stood in the middle, with eager little eyes.

Wen Wuchu remembered that when he was a child, he also liked this thing.His mother has strict family education and strict requirements on his health and nutrition. No matter how much he cries and makes noise, his mother is unwilling to buy it for him.

But the cotton candy stand in front of the school was like an apple from the Garden of Eden, constantly tempting him, so one time, he took advantage of the school’s subscription to newspapers and bought a few extra dollars secretly to buy a cotton candy with a huge colorful flower pattern.

The marshmallows are not delicious, not suitable for his taste, the sweetness is fleeting on the tip of the mouth, and the rest is greasy.

But he felt that he was throwing it away, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and finish the marshmallow. He was so uncomfortable that he didn't even take a few mouthfuls of dinner.

Wen Wuchu was still remembering, but Xue Jingrui shook his arm.

"Chuchu, do you really want to eat?" Xue Jingrui looked at him expectantly.

Wen Wuchu already has a deep understanding of Xue Jingrui's new skill of "you have to put someone else's name on what you want to eat".

It's just the Spring Festival, and he doesn't want to expose him.

After inquiring about the other two meat masters, they both expressed their rejection of the food, and Wen Wuchu bought two cotton candy.

Of course, he didn't eat it himself, but let Xue Jingrui take one in each of his left and right hands.

The uncle who made the cotton candy held a thin bamboo stick, and the light cotton was lingeringly wrapped around the thin bamboo stick, gradually becoming fuller.

"It's amazing, why are there so many soft candies floating out?" Xue Jingrui asked while swallowing.

"It melts sugar into syrup through the high-speed rotation of the heating chamber in the middle of the machine, and sprays out the syrup during high-speed rotation, which solidifies rapidly in the air and becomes cotton candy." Bai Shengxiu replied behind.

Xue Jingrui pouted, obviously not liking the answer.

Wen Wuchu smiled while paying the money: "This is the sugar of dreams. If you inject a little dream, there will be infinite possibilities."

Xue Jingrui nodded repeatedly, and said to Bai Shengxiu, "I think Chu Chu's answer is much better than yours."

For a foodie and an idealist, Bai Shengxiu decided not to speak out.

The author has something to say: So what~ Weakly point fingers~ We will update as we please from tomorrow~ But the update frequency will be very unstable~ It will be updated from time to time~ It will probably last until the beginning of November~

I want to be a scumbag author who is more diligent every day, but I am powerless, I hope the little angel understands ~ Thanks for the refill