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

In the dark night, the vines grow wantonly around the villa, as if eating the nutrient solution, with the momentum of the roots rising from the ground, and it seems that the area that has been drought for a long time is suddenly raining, entwining and covering the entire surrounding of the Fang family villa. .

The moon floating in midair turned into a coquettish purple, reflecting the chaos of the whole place.

Meng Yile crawled on the bed, he clenched the corner of the quilt tightly with one hand, his delicate fingers sank deeply, forming a wrinkle, covered his lips with one hand, and looked at the LCD screen in the bedroom with a reddish face.

The man on the screen is very clear, even a strand of hair is projected so realistically, and the portrait is also true-to-life, the boy on the bed misses him just looking at him quietly, and wants to rush into his arms, embrace him hold him.

Fang Lai's side face is very angular, and because of his intentional restraint and depression, it is more flavorful. At this time, the man is listening to the assistant's report with his head down and his lips pursed. This report is often long and boring. Once you talk about it, it's endless.

Meng Yile's lips were bright red, he shook his teeth to suppress the overflowing panting in his throat, he bit his index finger between his white and fat teeth helplessly, his eyes glistened with water.

After holding on for half an hour, he couldn't sit still and fell limp on the bed, rubbing his legs and wrapping himself around the soft quilt.The corners of the boy's eyes were red, his face was buried in the white sheet, his slightly curly hair covered his head softly, and he was already out of shape in a daze.

But Fang Lai was not over yet, Meng Yile could only grit his teeth and endure. Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes wide nervously, covered his lips with both hands, shook his head violently, and curled up tightly. After about 3 minutes, the boy on the bed relaxed himself, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes into his temples.

His body twitched, as if he had experienced a catastrophe, Meng Yile curled his fingers after a long while, he turned his head to look in the direction of the screen, and found that Fang Lai was staring at him intently, and blushed instantly.

The voice of Fang Lai's assistant's report has disappeared, and he is no longer facing the screen sideways. Those deep eyes are transmitted to the screen through the camera, still like an eagle staring at its prey, letting the little white rabbit Involuntary fear.

"Mr. Fang, are you... finished?" Meng Yile tried hard to suppress the trembling in his voice, lying on the bed and looking up at him.

That pair of eyes love tears the most, and they will cry for a long time, the nose and eye circles will turn red, but there is no gemstone in the world that will not be beautiful after washing, those eyes are like reflecting the night sky, look over at this time , It hits people's soul directly.

Fang Lai nodded: "Are you tired?"

"Yes, I am a little tired."

"Wash up and rest early."

Meng Yile nodded, his eyelashes fluttered uneasily, and he raised his head hesitantly for a while, "Mr. Fang, can I...take it out?"

The man on the screen still smiled warmly, and he uttered a few words in a deep voice: "Good night, Xiaofeng." After finishing speaking, the video ended, and the LCD screen hanging on the bedroom wall fell into a It was dark and silent, and then a line of white English letters appeared, and the phone turned off by itself.

Meng Yile naturally understood what Fang Lai meant, got out of the bed with trembling legs and rushed towards herself, then went back to bed and lay down again, but was woken up countless times by the little things all night, I don't know how many times I cried again in a daze.

Early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, burning all the vines waiting for an opportunity at night, forcing them all back to a piece of land, looking for dry and cracked ground to retract into the hole.

At this time, the Fang family villa is full of vitality. Meng Yile will not go to school on weekends. He walks around in the greenhouse, watching all kinds of flowers start to bloom inside, holding a small kettle, touching it twice from time to time The new leaves above have a calm face.

The flower room was filled with the fragrance of various flowers, some strong and some cold, the boy stood inside for a while and was also baptized by the fragrance. When he put down the kettle and went back, he happened to meet Fang Qing who had just come back from outside.

Meng Yile wanted to hide when he saw Fang Qing. He hurried upstairs, but the people behind him called out to him: "Where are you going? Come back."

The boy wearing a white shirt and slacks on the stairs stopped, his face slightly troubled, obviously unwilling to come down.Fang Qing looked at him again, frowned tightly, and glanced at him: "What's the matter, you've got fat, haven't you?"

Meng Yile grabbed his trousers uneasily with one hand, and asked softly, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Of course." The evil man took off his coat, threw it casually, unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his white shirt, and rolled it up, revealing his strong forearm. , posture or face, are all handsome.

"……What's up?"

"Tsk," the man looked up at him, with a little impatience on his face, "I want to report to you, and I have to talk to you with my face up?"

Meng Yile also knew that he was being impolite, but he still cared about Fang Qing's deceiving him. The boy hesitated for a while, but finally made a compromise and walked down, sitting on the sofa opposite the man, looking upright. Like a primary school student.

Fang Qing looked at him recklessly with those eyes, with three points of debauchery and joking in his eyes: "Okay, the score is so big, I have to make an appointment in advance if I want to talk to the young master of the Sha family, right? "

Meng Yile lowered his head obediently, but his hands on his knees were unconsciously tangled together. After a while, the boy shook his head lightly, "I didn't..."

"Did you talk to Big Brother on the phone?" Fang Qing asked, raising half of her eyebrows.

Meng Yile curled his lips reluctantly, and defended Fang Lai in a muffled voice: "Mr. Fang didn't ignore me." If you can identify it carefully, you can still hear a sweet taste.

Fang Qing sneered, leaned on the sofa lazily and looked at him with his eyes, "Who made you so easy to deceive, I just tell you casually and you will believe it."

Meng Yile glared at him with dissatisfaction, his eyes were big, filled with disapproval, he slightly opened his lips, "It's not good to lie."

Tsk, it's really a fucking little white flower, Fang Qing thought to himself, since he was sensible, what he heard about and came into contact with was the intrigues in the shopping malls. Things can be heard from Meng Yile's mouth now, it's fresh.

"You should save this for your Mr. Fang to hear, I guess," Fang Qing paused, the last word was emphasized upwards, deliberately to whet people's appetites, he smiled, his face was full of disbelief Meaning, "He needs your education more than I do."

"Don't say that about Mr. Fang."

"Oh, don't believe it? It's just because you haven't seen your Mr. Fang's toughness and ruthlessness when he swallowed up another company...Why, what are you doing staring at me like that, I'm just telling you the truth...you're going to be angry at me again Crying? Ha."

Meng Yile pursed his lips, just stared at him without speaking.

Fang Qing lost his temper by his expression, he spread his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face: "Okay, okay, I won't speak ill of your Mr. Fang, can we stop crying?"

Only then did Meng Yile wipe the corners of his eyes, and weakly retorted: "I didn't cry..."

Fang Qing nodded, followed his meaning and said, "Yes, you didn't cry, it's my eyes that have a problem, I should go to the hospital for an ophthalmologist some other day."

Meng Yile laughed out of tears at his words, and felt quite shameless after laughing, so he adjusted his expression and returned to that angry look.

"Let's go?" Fang Qing stood up, turned sideways, and called him.

Meng Yile looked up at him, his face was full of confusion, "Go, where are you going?"

Fang Qing rolled her eyes, walked over and pulled the boy up, then walked outside.The little hand in his hand struggled lightly, the strength was like a kitten scratching its itch, Fang Qing made a smile, gently scratched down and intertwined with the person's fingers.

Meng Yile stopped immediately, and refused to leave no matter what, no matter how much the man in front pulled him.

Fang Qing paused, then turned to look at him puzzled: "What's wrong, young master, why are you so angry?"

Meng Yile pointed to the two hands they held together with his free finger, and softly asked, "Why are you grabbing me?"

Fang Qing nodded when he heard the words, raised the hands of the two interlocked fingers, raised them in front of the boy, and then let go suddenly, watching the delicate white hand fall, leaned over his head, and asked with a smile: "How about this?" Is it all right, young master?"

The last three words were pronounced by the man through gritted teeth, which meant that iron could not be made into steel. Meng Yile also felt that he had overreacted. Slightly flushed with embarrassment, he looked over with big eyes, still with that innocent expression, "Yes, it's fine."

Only then did Fang Qing straighten up, glance at him, and said impatiently: "Let's go when you can."

Meng Yile let out an "oh", followed obediently, and was distracted by Fang Qing's trick just like that, and walked into a trap obediently.

Fang Qing, who was walking in front, looked around for a while, breathed in the fragrance of green grass from the surrounding mountains and rivers, and his body was unobstructed for a while.After all, no matter how much the little white rabbit pretends to be pitiful, it will never be able to defeat the cunning big bad wolf.

【Ding!The completeness of the strategy target is +10, and the current completeness is 25. Congratulations to the host, please continue to work hard (≧▽≦)/]

The two walked into the swimming pool built by Fang's villa. Fang Qing waited for the ignorant boy to stand beside him, and then said softly, "Can you swim?"

Meng Yile looked at the slightly blue water in the pool illuminated by the sun, subconsciously nodded, and then quickly shook his head.

"Is it possible? You are nodding and shaking your head, are you asking me to learn mind reading skills?"

Meng Yile curled his lips, and finally said reluctantly: "When I was young, my grandfather taught me for a while, but later I didn't like it, so I didn't swim again. After so many years, I guess there is nothing left."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, someone gently hugged his neck and led him to the changing room.Meng Yile frowned, and unhappily reached for the hand on his shoulder, but was slapped on the back of his hand instead.

Fang Qing turned her head and scolded him: "What? You can't even touch it? Delicate you!"

Being taught so close by the man, Meng Yile shrank his neck and looked at him with big and bright eyes: "You are pressing me like this...I don't feel well..."

Fang Qing thought: This little fairy is really good at seducing people.Pressing, hey, he really wants to ask this little thing what is pressing? !

Fang Qing didn't care what he said, he hooked his neck and walked to the changing room. Meng Yile flicked his arm several times but it didn't do anything, instead he messed up his slightly curly hair .

He just stared at Fang Qing with his messy self-roll on his head, full of dissatisfaction.

Fang Qing was stared at by the boy like this, but instead laughed happily, his chest heaved and heaved, the sound was very pleasant, knocking on a person's tympanic membrane, it could directly turn into a person's heart along the passage.

He spoke with a hint of seduction, but when he laughed like this, it was even more unconsciously provocative.

But Meng Yile didn't feel it at all. While struggling with the man, he was pushed into the changing room. There were sporadic rebuttals immediately in the changing room: "Don't look at me..."

"They're all men, what's wrong?"

"You go out, okay..."

"How do I change when I go out?"

"Then carry it on your back... don't keep looking at me..."

"Yes, you are the ancestor. I'll turn around."

The light blue pool water quietly evaporates under the sun's rays, and the undulating water surface blows away the light spots, forming a sparkling area.

Meng Yile came out of the changing room wearing swimming trunks, his body was covered in pink, he turned his head and asked the man behind him again worriedly: "Mr. Fang really said that you want you to teach me how to swim?"

"Short, if you don't believe me, just call your Mr. Fang and ask, but...if nothing happens, he should be in a meeting right now, busy with listing...well, anyway, my elder brother is so hurt You, maybe you will suspend the meeting for you!"

The man's face was full of leisure and contentment, he didn't show the slightest panic of being suspected, and he took the initiative to point out a clear way, telling the boy to ask if he didn't believe it.

Hearing Fang Qing's words, Meng Yile's mind immediately recalled what he was taught last night, and his face blushed again, how dare he make Mr. Fang unhappy, so he pursed his lips, "Can I not learn? "

"It's up to you." The man walked to the pool, looked at the fluctuating water surface, and raised the corners of his lips indifferently: "When your Mr. Fang comes back to check, you must remember to make it clear that it is you who don't want to learn, not me. unwilling to teach."

After Fang Qing finished speaking, he plunged into the water, and after a while, he surfaced far away from the edge of the pool, and swam back and forth freely.

Meng Yile squatted on the edge of the pool with his knees in his arms and waited for him to come back. When he got out of the water, he felt slightly awkward, and said with averted eyes: "I, I don't have any foundation. Don't dislike me when you teach me..."

As soon as Meng Yile finished speaking, he said "Yeah", and was caught off guard by someone spraying water on his face, while the perpetrator was laughing in the water, the boy curled his lips angrily, and immediately went into the water and staggered towards the person , Accusing him: "What are you doing to spray me?"

The man looked like a rascal, and blinked his left eye at him, "I'm happy, I like it, I'm happy."

The boy with a slightly mixed-race face rushed towards him aggressively, this move hit Fang Qing's arms, he simply stood where he was and opened his arms to welcome Meng Yile who was rushing over, and then dragged someone into the room with him water surface.

Half a minute later, Meng Yile floated up with his arms tightly around the man's neck. He curled up in Fang Qing's arms, coughing non-stop, blinking his big eyes like a frightened fawn, but hugging him tightly. The man dared not let go of his strength.

"You can't hold it in just 30 seconds, so how can you learn?" Fang Qing gently held the boy's buttocks, and said something completely different from the obscene thoughts in his heart, and he said: "Why don't you forget it?" , I called my eldest brother and said that you can’t learn this, and you have deep water phobia.”

"I don't." The boy in his arms raised his head and shook his head aggrievedly. The wet roll was even more curled up and hung on his head. His face was like a lotus, so white and tender, like freshly baked tofu.

Fang Qing looked at the drop of water in the corner of Meng Yile's eyes, and just wanted to stretch his head to lick it away. His eyes were fixed on there with burning eyes, but he said, "Nothing? Is it true that you can't hold it for half a minute? I'm wrong. Clicked?"

Meng Yile's eyelashes trembled slightly, with some water stains on them, and pitifully begged him: "I don't have deep water phobia... This time is so short because we are not ready. After we are ready, you Try again, okay?"

Sure enough, it is most useful to use Fang to suppress him.Fang Qing's excited eyes gradually dimmed, and his face turned black.

He said coldly: "Okay, then I will give you another chance, and if we fail to grasp it, we will end it immediately."

The boy who was still dripping in his arms thought for a while, then nodded, and said softly, "Thank you."

The two words floated between the two of them, miraculously pulling someone's sinking heart up again. He lowered his head and leaned into Meng Yile's ear, asking in a low voice: "Are you ready?"

If there is any temptation to appear again, the magnetic voice sticks to people's ears and does not let go.

Meng Yile swallowed, tilted his head to avoid the scorching breath sprayed on his earlobe, and nodded: "Yeah."

Fang Qing stared at the boy's slightly bloodshot and red earlobes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Three, two, one, let's go!" He dragged the boy into the water again.

The underwater boy pinches his nose, closes his eyes, and holds his breath seriously. His hair floats in the water, changing direction slightly as they flow. The two of them are covered with tiny air bubbles. Fang Qing looks at the boy in his arms. Looking cute, he poked his head forward and stamped a stamp on his forehead.

The boy who was still seriously holding his breath didn't notice it, he just thought it was the other person who touched him lightly on the forehead, and concentrated on holding his breath until his face turned red, then he shook Fang Qing with the other hand.

Fang Qing was not in a hurry, and waited another ten seconds before lifting him out of the water.

Meng Yile was like a salted fish, resting on Fang Qing's shoulder, gasping for breath, while panting, he asked anxiously, "Is this time... better than last time?"

Fang Qingcai didn't know how long he had held it in. He supported the boy's buttocks with one arm, and ran his hand along his back. From the first time, it is still a bit promising."

Hearing what he said, Meng Yile was relieved, completely hanging on the man's body and breathing with his small mouth open, still rough and disordered.

The two of them practiced swimming for another half a day, and then they changed their clothes and went to eat hungry. There were only two people at the table, and the dishes were very rich, but Meng Yile's attitude towards Fang Qing was completely different from before.

He looked at the man across from him with admiration and expectation, "Should we continue to learn how to swim today? I think I can learn how to swing my legs again."

Fang Qing was eating, and when he heard this, he raised his eyelids and looked at him, with a wicked smile on his lips: "There is a charge for overtime, I am a very expensive little man."

Meng Yile frowned, and retorted eagerly: "Don't...don't call me a dwarf."

"I prefer, little man."

Meng Yile pursed his lips, daring to be angry: "..."

After a while, Meng Yile, who was still spineless, spoke first. He looked at Fang Qing with a pair of black and white eyes, holding chopsticks in his hand, and asked hesitantly, "Then how much is your fee?"

That curious look like a hamster.

Fang Qing had just finished eating, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, hooked his finger at the boy opposite, and stretched out his head too, the two heads came together, the man whispered: "It's scary tall, for example, I I've been wanting to hear someone play the piano recently, but unfortunately..."

Hearing this, Meng Yile frowned and smiled, showing two dimples. He was so cute and well-behaved. He offered to recommend himself: "I, I, I, I..."

Fang Qing saw him smiling to herself for the first time, staring at the two dimples on the boy's cheeks, teasing him: "Don't get excited."

Meng Yile blushed slightly, took a deep breath, and finally said smoothly: "I can play the piano."

In the afternoon, the afterglow of the sun cast into the piano room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Meng Yile's attitude towards music was very pious. to the third floor.

The boy sat on the piano bench with his waist straight. He was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the green mountains and rivers in the distance, the blue sky and white clouds were reflected in Fang Qing's eyes.

Meng Yile took a deep breath, raised his arms and put his hands on the keys.

Meng Yile: [Come out quickly! 432, what to do!I don't fucking know! 】

432: [You have to blow it in the car. 】

Meng Yile: [I just want to get my mouth full, I made a mistake 432, save me, hurry up!Otherwise, I will cry for you to see wow wow wow! 】

432: [I haven't said I won't help, shut your big mouth. 】

Meng Yile immediately behaved like a marathon: 【Oh. 】

Smooth notes flowed slowly from Meng Yile's fingertips. He was very thin against the huge piano. Sometimes he lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips, and sometimes looked up at the person leaning on the wall, and cast a condescending look at him. Noble and haughty eyes—the young boy who is playing the piano is devoted physically and mentally, accompanied by the soul of music.

It wasn't until the tempo became faster and faster that Meng Yile raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at the man.

Every corner of the huge room was surrounded and infiltrated by musical notes, some of which flowed out from the boy's fingertips, followed his gaze to Fang Qing's side, enveloping and entangled him.

The rhythm is getting faster and faster, the movement of the boy's fingertips is getting faster and faster, and the span of his hands is getting bigger and bigger. He is immersed in the music, swinging his body and head with the rhythm, very intense and high, and finally at a certain climax Point stopped and raised his arms.

It's like a movie suddenly ending at the most suspenseful place, and the torrent of the eruption poured down, but was suddenly blocked by a high mountain.

Meng Yile lowered his arms again, and lightly touched the keys with his fingertips. The melodious music sounded again, but it was no longer the thrilling and ups and downs before, it was just a little aftertaste.

However, the listeners who have been opened by the exciting music just now, facing these moving notes, seem to be knocked twice on the door of their hearts by someone.

At the end of the song, the young man still closed his eyes and immersed himself in the song just now. He couldn't recover for a while, he paused, gasping for breath, his hair was already stained with water, and tiny beads of sweat emerged from the tip of his nose. Even the air conditioner couldn't stop the blood boiling all over his body.

The young man didn't tremble his eyelashes until he felt that there was someone suddenly beside him, and then slowly raised his eyelids. He turned his head to look at Fang Qing, showing a clean and pure smile, but his eyes were half shy.

Fang Qing stroked his hair and said seriously, "It's shocking."

"Thank you."

"How long have you been studying?"

The boy thought about it carefully, and pursed his lips slightly, "It has been with me since I can remember...so I can't tell when I started learning it."

"Very attractive," Fang Qing looked at the boy, gently lifted the back of his head with his hands, looked into those two star-like eyes, and said, "The way you play the piano is very attractive." Then he bent down .