It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Fang Qing raised her eyebrows indifferently, and took out her mobile phone, "What are you doing so excitedly, don't you know everything by making a call?!"

Meng Yile pursed his lips, his eyes were red, "I won't believe anything you say."

Fang Qing let out an "oh" and asked, "If you don't believe me, why are you crying?"

Meng Yile raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Who is crying, I'm not crying."

"God didn't cry. I'm blind."

The boy didn't care what he said, but just stared at the phone in Fang Qing's hand with those red eyes.

It was a beautiful hand. The slender bone was covered with a layer of skin and flesh. There were no extra wrinkles or hair. The nails were cut cleanly, and the round fingers were exposed. The belly was slightly red, and it looked like The photo of the hand model is average.

But Meng Yile didn't have the slightest intention of appreciating it, he just watched Fang Qing open the phone screen, waiting for him to dial the number he had been waiting for for a long time.

Fang Qing found out the address book, swiped his good-looking fingers, found Fang Lai's number, and when he was about to dial it, he paused suddenly. He raised his eyelids and looked at the boy bathed in the dim candlelight. A wicked smile.

Fang Qing's eyes were deep, and he smiled flamboyantly and frivolously. He stretched out his arms and put the mobile phone on the dining table. He moved a little closer to the ignorant young man, clasped his hands together to support his chin, and said softly: : "So looking forward to it?"

Meng Yile knew from the first day when he saw the evil man opposite him that his voice would seduce people, there was always a subtle temptation in it, driving people to sink in, as if caught by a gu.

"Yeah." The boy in white t-shirt nodded, his nose was a transparent crimson color because he had just cried.

"What should I do?" Fang Qing showed a troubled expression, "I suddenly feel in a bad mood and don't want to make this call."

Meng Yile swallowed, and hurriedly said, "I... just beat it myself."

Fang Qing blinked his left eye lightly at the expecting and aggrieved boy, "Haven't you heard of this sentence, baby, the mobile phone is the place where people hide the most secrets, how can I just let others use it!"

"You, don't shout." Meng Yile corrected his address with wide eyes, like a frightened rabbit, "I don't want others to hear it and misunderstand Mr. Fang."

After the boy finished speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, his face suddenly turned red, like a ripe tomato, if he could pinch it, the juice would be bright red.

"Oh." Fang Qing replied expressionlessly, as if all the interest just now had been swept away by someone, and he was in a state of nervousness.

Seeing that he ignored him, Meng Yile became anxious again. He didn't understand what Fang Qing meant by "Mr. Fang won't answer your call", but he always felt uneasy and uncomfortable, and wanted to talk to him immediately. Just make a phone call.

Whenever he encounters something about Fang Lai, he becomes anxious and flustered, like a drowning man who refuses to let go of a waterweed.He was terribly afraid that marrying Fang Lai would be just a dream, but now he was relieved for a few days, but a thunderbolt exploded in the sky.

Regardless of whether the thunder could shatter his dreams, Meng Yile would be worried and suspicious.

The poor aggrieved boy still wanted to ask Fang Qing a few more words, but at this moment the waiter just brought the food, so he could only shut his mouth resentfully, and quietly waited for the waiter to leave.

But the waiter couldn't feel the VIP's anxiety, put down the things, brought the wine thoughtfully, turned the corkscrew gracefully, and pulled out the cork from the red wine bottle with a soft "Boom".

Then he turned his arms and poured red wine for the two of them.

Meng Yile waited until the waiter left and immediately said, "Call Mr. Fang, okay?"

"Do you know when I stored this bottle of red wine here?" Fang Qing ignored his question, raised the goblet and shook it, and looked at the residual color remaining on the wall of the goblet against the candlelight.

He made this gesture flamboyantly and handsomely. If ordinary people were like this, they would definitely be disgusted by others, but Fang Qing would not.

Meng Yile pouted and lowered his head: "I want to go home."

"The year I just finished my university, a large-scale virus flu broke out internationally. Months, one day is no more, one day is less... After I am free every day, I will think, if I can get through this time, after I go out, I must buy a bottle of the best red wine to celebrate myself. Then there is it. "

Meng Yile sniffed lightly: "...I want to go home."

Fang Qing was talking excitedly, but his face immediately sank when he heard this, he put down the cup in his hand, and sneered: "When will you finish eating, and when will you come back."

Meng Yile still lowered his head and repeated: "I want to go home."

His voice was naturally low, but now he has two crying voices, and he can't hear it unless he gets close to his ears, like a newborn bird.

Fang Qing ignored him, picked up the knife and fork and began to eat, with a relaxed expression and extremely elegant movements.There are many steps in a French meal, and it takes at least an hour to finish each dish, not to mention that he still ordered 13 neat dishes, not the widely circulated cut version.

Meng Yile shrugged his shoulders and kept his head down for half an hour. The waiter served one dish after another on the floor, but Fang Qing was just trying to curb his temper. He ordered the waiter to put all his dishes on the table and not allow them to move down. After a while, three or four meals were piled up in front of the boy.

Meng Yile was always taken care of in Sha's house before, and the family would help him with any request as soon as possible. No one had ever twisted his temper like this. The white paper boy wiped the tears on his chin with the back of his hand , raised his head and touched the silver knife and fork and began to eat.

Crying silently while eating, very annoying.

It's also very painful.

Fang Qing watched for a few minutes, saw him wolfing down the two portions of appetizers and soup with tears in his eyes, silently scolded himself for being worthless, and said, "Don't eat, let's go."

Meng Yile raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes. The starry sky was covered by rain, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful.Especially those two circles of red color, as if someone had painted a layer of rouge.

"What are you still doing?" Fang Qing frowned, "Aren't you arguing to go home?"

Fang Qing was too fierce, Meng Yile became a little timid when he showed such an impatient look, hurriedly put down the silverware on the phone, and wiped his mouth clean with a napkin.

The boy was about to stand up, but Fang Qing called him suddenly: "Wait a minute."

Meng Yile looked at him with trembling eyes, and seemed to be frightened and panicked inside.

"...What's the matter?" He tentatively opened his mouth, cautiously, and the crying voice that had finally gone down came up again: "Didn't you say you want to go back, hiccup, go home? Uh..."

Fang Qing made a pause gesture at him, "Okay, I'll take it, can you stop crying, shorty, these tears are like a tap water switch, you can turn it on as soon as you say it."

I don’t know if it’s the same on the bed. When I was so hard, I cried and called his name to make him stop. Just thinking about it made me feel swollen down below.

Fang Qing cleared his throat, concealed his dirty tricks, and said, "Have a drink before leaving."

Meng Yile blocked his nose from crying a long time ago, he gasped weakly, picked up the red wine on the table, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Fang Qing looked at the juvenile's exposed slender neck, and the rolling throat while drinking, and the pain became even more swollen.

The man's eyes darkened a bit, he raised his head and drank the red wine in his hand in one gulp, feeling the slightly bitter but sweet wine flowing down his throat.

"Let's go." He tore off the napkin around his neck, stood up and strode out.

Sure enough, eager footsteps sounded behind him, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it was the little white rabbit.

*

Under the night sky, Fang's villa was covered with a layer of light blue, and the halls and corridors were brightly lit, reflecting the empty villa very brightly.

Meng Yile was lying on the bed in the bedroom talking on the phone with Fang Lai. He clamped the quilt between his legs and asked shyly, "Mr. Fang, can I see you?"

There was a chuckle on the other side of the phone: "Aren't you relieved to check the post with the phone?"

Meng Yile hurriedly shook his head and explained: "No, you misunderstood, I... I just..."

"Just what?"

Meng Yile's face turned completely red, he opened and closed his small mouth, and choked out two words: "I miss you."

There were two more chuckles.

"Are you inconvenient?" Meng Yile asked very carefully, "Did I disturb you?"

Fang Lai's voice came from there calmly: "Yes."

"..." Meng Yile bit his lower lip, he knew he was too clingy, but Fang Qing deliberately used someone he cared about to bluff him, he really felt insecure.

In other words, he has never found a sense of security in Fang Lai. He always feels that Fang Lai is the treasure of his dreams.

But treasures are fragile, and he is afraid that he will end his precious things with his own hands if he is not careful.

At this time, Fang Lai, who was on a business trip in New York, rubbed his temples and leaned his whole body on the office chair: "I'm not in the mood for work if you bother me, I just miss you."

Meng Yile opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his heart was sweet, and he called out in a trembling voice: "Mr. Fang..."

His grievances from being bullied by Fang Qing in the afternoon finally came out again, and his nose was instantly sore.

"Why are you crying again? I haven't started the punishment yet."

Meng Yile quickly wiped the end of his eyes, "No, I didn't cry."

"Turn on that LCD screen hanging on the bedroom wall."

The display screen is so big that Meng Yile saw it as soon as he raised his eyes. He had never seen this thing turned on before, and always thought it was just an ordinary TV.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, he ran out of bed as Fang said, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and knelt under the display screen to look for the switch.

The boy lightly pressed the black groove, and several white English letters were displayed on the screen immediately. Meng Yile turned to the phone and said, "It's on, Mr. Fang...Mr. Fang?!"

Looking at the familiar figure on the screen, Meng Yile saw the heavy and introverted man looking at him, so he immediately adjusted his expression, put back his blank look, and put on a cute smile, "I'm very surprised to see you, Mr. Fang..."

Fang Lai looked at the super-clear boy on the tablet and frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

Meng Yile nodded hesitantly, defending himself: "I only took a small sip."

"Who did you drink with?"

Meng Yile's eyes flickered unnaturally, he was forced by the man to answer honestly: "...Your brother."

The smile on Fang Lai's mouth didn't diminish, but Meng Yile was terrified seeing him like this. The two of them had lived together for a while, and the boy had almost understood the meaning of Fang Lai's expression, so he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been drinking with others behind your back, I made a mistake, Mr. Fang."

Fang Lai smiled and said, "Hey, take the black box in the bedside table and put the one numbered 3 under it."

Meng Yile opened his eyes wide in horror, and shook his head: "No, Mr. Fang, I really know I was wrong."

"Children who do wrong things will be punished, go."

Meng Yile ran to the bedside table resignedly, opened the drawer, opened the black box inside, took out the contents, and walked slowly to the display screen, blinking a pair of black and white eyes.

Knowing that Fang Lai would not change his mind, he took a deep breath, took off his clothes and put the things in, his eyes instantly flooded with spring water.