Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

63.

When Fang Zhixing got up the next day, his whole body was not right.

My back hurts and I can't move my legs, and my eyes are swollen like walnuts.

As soon as Zhong Siyuan opened his eyes, he saw that there were two blobs of pink entangled on that white cheek, and the watery almond eyes were half smaller. He should have felt distressed, but he smiled unkindly.

Fang Zhixing gave him a dull look, and lifted the quilt to get up.

Zhong Siyuan sat up first, looked under the bed and found their pajamas.

Holding Fang Zhixing's dress in his hand, he opened his lips and asked, "Shall I wear it for you?"

Fang Zhixing took advantage of the situation and lay down on Zhong Siyuan's back, and stretched his wrist across his face: "You have pinched him green."

The slender arms were surrounded by palms, Zhong Siyuan stopped him, and saw that the wrist bones under his palms were red and purple, it was really pinched out by him.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhong Siyuan touched that piece of skin, no matter how much anyone cried last night, he would not let it go, now his conscience found out, showing off his belated warmth, he lowered his head and kissed Fang Zhixing's wrist, a feathery kiss, dear Fang Zhixing A little itchy: "I'll give you a warm towel and apply it, your eyes are also swollen."

Fang Zhixing's fingertips trembled, his complaints turned into coquettishness, and he rubbed against Zhong Siyuan's shoulder and neck.

"Brother Yuan..."

Fang Zhixing hugged Zhong Siyuan's waist from behind, pursed his lips again and again, his ears were burning hot, so he said embarrassingly: "Take me home."

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There was still a week before the Lunar New Year, Zhong Siyuan finally finished all his work in the country, and the plane ticket back to the United States had already been bought. In order to prevent the light bulb, Zhong Siyuan and his brother specially staggered the time to go home, and the little abacus dialed.

As the day of departure approached, Fang Zhixing became more and more nervous. He packed his luggage for three days, wandered around the cloakroom trying on clothes, and asked Zhong Siyuan for his staff: "How about this one? I have to give it to you first." Make a good impression on your mother."

Zhong Siyuan yawned against the mirror: "Very good."

Fang Zhixing said: "No, it feels a bit fancy, and I can't make your mother think I'm frivolous." He changed another way, "What about this one, isn't black the point?"

Zhong Siyuan nodded: "Not bad."

Fang Zhixing raised his hand and pushed the person in front of the mirror away. After looking at it for a long time, he was still dissatisfied: "I feel a little old-fashioned, I look like thirty."

After another round, Fang Zhixing decided to call it a day: "Forget it, I'll go to the mall tomorrow."

Zhong Siyuan burst into tears from sleepiness, and sat down on the side. Seeing that the people finally stopped, he pulled Fang Zhixing to him with his arm.He crossed his legs, and Fang Zhixing naturally squeezed between his legs, as if he was surrounded.

"what's wrong?"

Zhong Siyuan pressed his face against Fang Zhixing's lower abdomen, his voice was a little dull through the flesh, and he sounded listless: "Don't worry about it, I think they all look good."

"Why am I bothering?" Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows, "I'm the one who wants to see my mother-in-law, so it's a lot of trouble to study what clothes to wear?"

The three words "mother-in-law" hit Zhong Siyuan's ear like a bell, and all of Zhong Siyuan's drowsiness was dispelled at once.

He hooked Fang Zhixing's waist and hugged him to his lap, couldn't help but suck one of his earlobe, a thin piece of soft flesh rubbed between his lips and teeth, and the color quickly became thicker.

Fang Zhixing was embedded in Zhong Siyuan's arms, like an indispensable part of his body, a switch could make his whole body go limp, and all the extra strength was used for panting.

Zhong Siyuan asked that red ear: "Do you want to marry me?"

Fang Zhixing's eyes were half-opened, and the inside was already blurred, but his sanity had not been completely lost, and he knew that Zhong Siyuan was playing tricks on him again.So he turned his face away unhappily, and bit Zhong Siyuan's lips as punishment: "It can't be tied again."

"Do you want to?" Zhong Siyuan asked persistently, "If possible."

Adding an "if" to everything, there are too many things that can be imagined.

Fang Zhixing really thought about it seriously, and found that the first question stumped him: "If possible, which one of us will marry whom?"

A man can bend and stretch, Zhong Siyuan replied sincerely: "You treat my mother as your mother-in-law, of course you marry me."

"Oh." Fang Zhixing remained calm on his face, but in fact he was secretly happy. The smile almost leaked from his mouth, but was forced back by his master.Fang Zhixing quickly used his imagination: "In this case, first of all, I have to propose to you. I want to choose a place with excellent scenery, such as a grassland, a flower field, or the seaside. I will kneel down on one knee and take a ring and ask if you would like to marry me." I."

"If you say you are willing, I will immediately carry you to the Civil Affairs Bureau to obtain a certificate. If you say you are not willing..."

Fang Zhixing rubbed his tongue with the tip of his teeth, looking a little sluggish: "Then I'll pick you up and forcefully drag you to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get your certificate."

He leaned against Zhong Siyuan as if he had no bones, and asked with a smile: "So tell me, do I want to or not?"

Zhong Siyuan's icy eyes moved slightly, and the heat flowed out. He raised Fang Zhixing's chin, and looked closely at the expression on this face. There was yearning and expectation, and there was no falsehood.

"Yeah." Zhong Siyuan hugged him in satisfaction, "I see that I miss him a lot."

Since the two shit-shoveling officers were going to be away for a while, and the housekeeping aunt had to take a vacation just in time for the Chinese New Year, Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan discussed for a long time and decided to entrust Mozart to Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan was ordered to pick up Mozart from Honolulu with a cat cage in one hand and cat food in the other. He repeatedly promised his brothers that he would take good care of the cat master so that Fang Zhixing could go to see his mother-in-law with peace of mind.

Fang Zhixing was very relieved, and his anxious mood eased.

After setting up Mozart, Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan set off for the airport. He brought a big suitcase, and besides the neat clothes, he also prepared many gifts for Zhong Siyuan's parents.He has done enough homework, and he knows the preferences of his parents, even the servants at home. It is obvious that he wants to use sugar-coated cannonballs to curry favor.

Zhong Siyuan greeted his family in advance, and he said it very directly, calling Fang Zhixing's nickname in front of his parents. Fang Zhixing hid aside during the video, and heard Zhong Siyuan say to his mother, "Bring Qingqing back this year."

He was shy and nervous and couldn't care less, his only thought was that Zhong Siyuan might have mentioned him to his parents a long time ago.

The long-distance flight is exhausting, Fang Zhixing almost fell asleep, but as long as he opened his eyes, no matter what Zhong Siyuan was doing, he would always turn to look at him immediately.

Another time when he was half asleep and half awake, he found Zhong Siyuan writing something. He rubbed his eyes and leaned over, his voice was vague: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Siyuan covered his eyes, pressed him on his shoulder, and comforted him gently: "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Fang Zhixing was coaxed to float up into the clouds, and fell into a sweet dream amidst the slight turbulence of the plane.

Ten hours later, the plane landed at Los Angeles Airport.

Foreign countries are relatively free, and they come and go with white faces. Fang Zhixing is a bit face-blind, and everyone looks the same. I feel that foreigners look at them too. hand, and found that the palm has been sweating.

"Afraid?" Zhong Siyuan asked.

He took his luggage and walked outside the terminal building. The family sent a driver to pick him up. The closer he got to the exit, the more panicked Zhixing became, feeling like he was worthless.

Zhong Siyuan stopped and touched his face, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped off Fang Zhixing's sweat, and said slowly, "Don't be nervous, my parents like you very much."

The driver was a white man over [-] years old. After meeting Zhong Siyuan greeted him in English, Fang Zhixing waved SayHi stupidly and understood a comment from a foreigner: "Cuteboy."

Fang Zhixing was always very cramped, Zhong Siyuan distracted him, took out a map of the United States from the armrest box, and said where he had been to play.

Fang Zhixing really got the hang of it, he forgot his troubles for a short time, was attracted by Zhong Siyuan's story, and was fascinated by Zhong Siyuan's story, and couldn't help sighing: "You were so courageous when you were young."

After driving out for a long time, Fang Zhixing realized that Zhong Siyuan's mouth hadn't stopped from the moment he got off the plane, especially since he had just experienced a long-distance flight, and his throat was already very hoarse due to the impact. His emotions are still talking.

Speaking itself is something that Zhong Siyuan is not good at.

But for Fang Zhixing, he can do anything.

Fang Zhixing thought of his original intention of going home with Zhong Siyuan. He felt sorry for Zhong Siyuan's voice and his hysteria. He wanted to add another insurance to this relationship, and he wanted Zhong Siyuan to be rewarded for all his efforts.As he said, Zhong Siyuan never thought of letting him lose from the very beginning, so he also made sure to let Zhong Siyuan have the last laugh.

Fang Zhixing suppressed the tension in his heart, and regardless of whether the driver would see it, he tilted his head and kissed Zhong Siyuan.

The chattering stopped suddenly, Zhong Siyuan's eyes were fixed, and he hugged Fang Zhixing's waist and kissed him back.

They are flamboyant and bold, passionate and unrestrained in foreign lands.

The car slowly drove into the open path, and the vegetation along the side was luxuriant. At this time, it was sunny in the afternoon, and the green light was reflected on the leaves.

Along the way, Ms. Ye Lijun made four or five phone calls in succession to monitor where the two were going in real time.

Another group of villas passed by, and Fang Zhixing was the first to see the blue coast. He exclaimed, "Your home is so close to the sea!"

Zhong Siyuan followed his gaze and said, "It's not close. It will take 10 minutes to drive there, and it will take longer to walk."

That's also very close, Fang Zhixing muttered softly.

Zhong Siyuan picked up his hand: "It's almost here."

Fang Zhixing took out the portable mirror from his bag, framed himself in it, took pictures of himself up, down, left, and right, and asked, "Is my hair messy?"

Zhong Siyuan moved his free palm to the back of Fang Zhixing's head, and pressed it lightly: "So handsome."

Fang Zhixing turned the mirror to the side, and Zhong Siyuan's face was reflected, like a nympho: "You are more handsome."

Fang Zhixing turned around subconsciously and saw a private garden where colorful roses poked their heads out from between the wooden fences, competing to bloom in bloom.He grabbed the car window and looked out: "It's so beautiful..."

Zhong Siyuan bullied him, breath in his ears: "Like?"

Fang Zhixing nodded: "I've never seen an orange rose before."

A tall woman in a dark red cheongsam stood in front of the top of the garden. The car honked its horn twice as it passed in front of her. Fang Zhixing trembled in shock and was protected by Zhong Siyuan.

The door of the fully automatic garage rose slowly, and Zhong Siyuan smiled at him: "Go, pick roses for you to play with."

Dumbfounded, Fang Zhixing watched in a daze as the hostess of the garden walked this way with a smile. Just as he stepped onto the lawn, a middle-aged man came out from the villa behind him. The two stood in front of the door arm in arm, as if She was asking if there was something wrong with her appearance, the woman turned around and adjusted the man's neckline gently.

Fang Zhixing was held by Zhong Siyuan and walked towards his parents step by step. All the previous panic and tension became blank at this moment.

When he got close, Ye Lijun handed over a rose just picked from the garden, and said softly, "Qingqing, welcome."

Zhong Yunsheng is from Cantonese. For so many years, he has spoken Cantonese at home and English when he goes out. His Mandarin is not standard, but he worked hard to pronounce his words clearly. He stuffed Fang Zhixing with a red envelope and said, "BB, the flight for so long must be tiring. ? Go home and rest for a while."

Fang Zhixing didn't have time to be surprised by "Qingqing" and "BB", he only felt the red envelope in his hand was hot, and he repeatedly refused: "No, no, uncle, I can't take it."

Unexpectedly, his hand was held half way out, and the jade bracelet on Ye Lijun's wrist was lightly tapped on the back of Fang Zhixing's hand, even breaking the strangeness and distance: "The meeting ceremony, the first time you go home, you have to accept it." down."

Fang Zhixing suddenly realized that what Zhong Siyuan's parents welcomed was not Zhong Siyuan's friend or boyfriend, they called him "going home" and treated him as a family member.

"I……"

Fang Zhixing's heart warmed, and he turned to look at his lover beside him.

Zhong Siyuan nodded and encouraged: "Take it."

Fang Zhixing turned back and understood where Zhong Siyuan's kindness and gentleness came from. He smiled moved and said very sincerely: "Uncle and aunt, thank you."

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