Bunny

At this time, the delicate and weak beauty Fu Tu was lying on the hospital bed and sleeping.

He was just waiting for the seal to come back with food, but he fell asleep while waiting, probably because he spent a lot of energy today after tossing around all morning.

Perhaps it was because of the scene of "Feng Qi smashing people" today. Wen Zhuo dreamed that he was being smashed. Feng Qi carried him expressionlessly and threw him on the tree. yelled in panic.

When Feng Qi came back with the meal, he saw Wen Zhuo having a nightmare.

Wen Zhuo huddled into a ball, there was no quilt or pillow on the hospital bed for him to wrap up, and he looked even thinner, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and when the seal approached, he heard Wen Zhuo in a nightmare Still talking about something, vaguely seems to have his name.

Feng Qi leaned over to listen, and heard Wen Zhuo tremblingly whispering: "Stop beating, stop beating."

Feng Qi paused and observed himself carefully.

Is he that weak?Let Wen Zhuo dream that he is afraid of being beaten by others.

Feng Qi just thought of this, before he could stand up, Wen Zhuo who was on the bed suddenly yelled "Ah", and sat up suddenly.

They were too close, Feng Qi was caught off guard, and felt something soft touch his face, and then Wen Zhuo opened his eyes.

In his dream, he was beaten by Feng Qi and cried for his father and mother, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Qi's magnified face in front of him, and Wen Zhuo was so frightened that he covered his mouth and didn't make a sound for a long time. Dare to move.

Question: When the evil star who beat you a hundred times appeared in front of you in the dream, how should you react?

Answer: Of course lick him lick him lick him!

"Feng, classmate Feng." Wen Zhuo put down his trembling hand with difficulty, forced a smile, and pulled the bed sheet nervously: "Well, I had a nightmare just now, you, when did you come here? ?”

Feng Qi stretched out his hand to touch his face, then lowered his eyes to look at Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo was very nervous when he was watched. After digging the bed sheets and trouser pockets, trouser pockets and thighs, in the end, there was nowhere to pick them. He looked at the seal with his head raised in embarrassment, his face began to burn, and he kept thinking Think back to what you said when you dreamed you were beaten.

He seems to have scolded Feng Qi as an "old bastard" and "not to die", Feng Qi won't hear it, right?

Feng Qi's hand slid over the place Wen Zhuo kissed several times, and his eyes swept down, just in time to see Wen Zhuo's flushed face after he put down his hand.

Oh, little liar.

The corner of Feng Qi's mouth twitched, thinking to himself, it's strange to be pretending, who would blush when having a nightmare?

He just hit his face and almost kissed him on the mouth, he didn't believe that Wen Zhuo didn't know.

It must be that after Wen Zhuo sat up, he realized that he accidentally kissed him, so he blushed, but he didn't dare to admit it, so he just put it all on the nightmare.

Feng Qi touched his face again, and decided to follow Wen Zhuo, Wen Zhuo was thin-skinned, so it's fine if he doesn't admit it.

"Since you called my name." Feng Qi put down the food in his hand, sat down beside Wen Zhuo slowly, straightened his cuffs, and asked very casually: "What nightmare did you have?"

Wen Zhuo let out a dry "ah", and for a moment didn't know how to answer this proposition.

Of course you picked me up and smashed me a hundred and eighty times, and then I yelled at you as an old perverted dream, what kind of dream could it be!

"Of course, of course it was a dream that I was beaten, and then you stepped forward, you... were handsome and unrestrained, and saved me from fire and water, what else could be the dream."

Wen Zhuo started his dog-legged routine again, and said with a sincere face: "Brother Feng is the most handsome, powerful, and wonderful person I have ever seen!"

Feng Qi was praised by him for a while, and he wanted to laugh for a while, and couldn't help stretching out his hand and snoring Wen Zhuo's head twice.

I really don't know how Wen Zhuo's little head grows, he would be shy when he accidentally kissed his face, but he speaks love words smoothly.

Wen Zhuo's hair twitched wildly after being rubbed by Feng Qi. For a few seconds, Wen Zhuo thought of the puppy he raised when he was a child. He used to love to rub their dog like this.

"Eat." Feng Qi rubbed his head a few times, and then stuffed the lunch box to him.

Wen Zhuo wasn't very interested in eating, so he opened the lunch box and started to pick and choose.

He has been picky eaters since he was a child, and the cafeteria at the training base is not very good. He has something different to eat, and then he heard Feng Qi casually mentioning: "I have received systematic training before."

Wen Zhuo looked up blankly.

Feng Qi rolled up his sleeves, and showed off his muscles "very casually": "I grew up in the military region when I was a child, and my father once arranged for me to learn from special elders. There are seven boys in our yard. I beat them so well. most."

Wen Zhuo nodded stiffly.

Feng Qi put down his cuffs, suddenly remembered something, and added: "I have packed up those three at noon today, you don't have to worry anymore, they won't come here again."

Wen Zhuo was puzzled for a moment, then asked fearfully, "How did you clean up?"

Feng Qi raised the corner of his mouth, probably because he was afraid of scaring Wen Zhuo, and replied very tactfully: "Several beatings."

As for how and to what extent, there is no need to say anything to scare Wen Zhuo.

But in fact, Wen Zhuo was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

He swallowed the food in his throat with difficulty, bit his chopsticks, and asked Feng Qi cautiously: "Then you, have you ever lost?"

Feng Qi frowned, and nodded seriously: "I lost once, and I was tricked."

Wen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, there was still a chance.

"Then I blocked him four times." Feng Qi gestured a "four" gesture: "I tied him to a tree and beat him until he knelt down and begged for mercy."

In the end, Feng Qi smiled at Wen Zhuo: "Don't worry, no one can beat me."

Wen Zhuo:! ! !

Let your grandma have a leg, what the hell is my fate!

Feng Qi scratched his chin strangely.

He found that after he finished speaking, Wen Zhuo seemed to look even more listless.

He thought, because Wen Zhuo was worried that he would be beaten, he was having nightmares. To reassure Wen Zhuo, he had changed his way of saying "I am very strong". Why is Wen Zhuo still unhappy?

Could it be that his expression is wrong?

Feng Qi thought about it seriously, and suddenly turned around and asked Wen Zhuo: "Do you want to watch me fight? I have learned Muay Thai. If you want to watch, I can find some people to show you."

Wen Zhuo: I fucking don't want to!

I can't eat this meal anymore!

Just at this time, the military training bell rang outside, and it was time to gather.

Wen Zhuo was injured, so he didn't need to go, but Feng Qi couldn't escape. As a monitor, he had to help the instructor train the students.

Seeing that Feng Qi was about to leave, Wen Zhuo suddenly remembered something, grabbed Feng Qi's arm and asked, "By the way, do you know where Zheng Hui has gone?"

Feng Qi raised his thick eyebrows, and replied casually: "The one who left you alone last night?"

Wen Zhuo: To be honest, I stopped worrying about him once you said that.

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo licked the corner of his mouth, a little embarrassed: "My friend, I don't know what's going on."

"Remember, this year's closed training is suspended, come back next year, it's not bad if you don't get a demerit." Feng Qi paused slightly, and said with a bit of reluctance: "He didn't give you a confession. come out."

Wen Zhuo smiled.

He can trust Zheng Hui in this, they are brothers after all, Zheng Hui will not betray him.

Feng Qi inexplicably felt that Wen Zhuo's smile was a bit glaring, he withdrew his hand coldly, buttoned up the buttons of his camouflage uniform, and walked out without looking back. After taking two steps, he suddenly heard Wen Zhuo shout " etc".

Feng Qi didn't look back, but the movement of pulling the door was several beats slower.

Wen Zhuo just ran to the door.

"I got it yesterday, but I've been forgetting to give it to you." Wen Zhuo held up his little head, lifted the lighter in his pocket, brought it under the eyes of Feng Qi, and shook his little head triumphantly: "Look, You have fire."

That small face was too close, Feng Qi could almost see the features on Wen Zhuo's face, and Wen Zhuo's thin collarbone through the large military training uniform.

Feng Qi's Adam's apple quickly slid up and down.

Wen Zhuo is short, he lifted his head up, just facing Feng Qi's Adam's apple, he seemed to be attracted by Feng Qi's Adam's apple sliding up and down, first he stretched out his hand to touch his inconspicuous Adam's apple, and then He raised the lighter in his hand.

Feng Qi's gaze was pulled away from Wen Zhuo's face with difficulty, and fell on the lighter.

The lighters are ordinary plastic lighters that cost one yuan each. They are emerald green, and there is a shallow liquid inside that flows with Wen Zhuo's movements.

It was different from the thousands of yuan lighters he used before, but it easily ignited his heart, and the flames surged, licking his reason.

Feng Qi suddenly remembered.

The night before last, he had gone too far with Wen Zhuo.

He couldn't tell what was going on, but Feng Qi felt a sudden heat in his waist and abdomen, and an itchy force crawled up his spine. He felt that his fingers were itching, and his fingertips were tightly clenched. After punching, he slowly raised his hand and took the lighter from Wen Zhuo's hand.

The lighter was held by Wen Zhuo, and it was stained with Wen Zhuo's body temperature. Gently, Feng Qi's fingers pressed against the plastic shell of the lighter, and his eyes swept over Wen Zhuo's delicate face and pink lips several times. Enduring it, he finally forcibly changed his gaze, and put his gaze on Wen Zhuo's head. He stretched out his hand, brushed his fingertips across the corner of Wen Zhuo's mouth, and rubbed Wen Zhuo's head vigorously.

There seems to be a bit of forbearing ruthlessness in the vagueness, as if he wants to eat Wen Zhuo clean, but he endures it bitterly.

After rubbing, he turned around quickly and left.

I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it any longer.

And Wen Zhuo was baffled by the snoring, and the little hairs all over his head exploded. He grabbed a handful of his hair in a daze, thinking to himself, why did the boss take the lighter and leave without listening to me at all? Ready for the dogleg declaration!

I spent a huge sum of money to buy a lighter, and I have prepared lines for so long, don't you give me room to play?

This thigh is too difficult to deal with!