My Reaper is a bit fierce

"You live in." Xie Fanyu heard herself say this.

"???" Meng Yongzhao suspected that he had heard it wrong, and a foolish look appeared on his face again, "What did you say?"

"I said," Xie Fanyu stared at him condescendingly, "let you stay at my house."

Meng Yongzhao no longer knew what expression to make: "Is there any reason?"

Xie Fanyu had already become impatient with Meng Yongzhao's reaction, he should be grateful when he heard this, and even came to ask questions, he didn't know what to do!

Fortunately, Meng Yongzhao is very good at associating: "Is it because of the thing on my forehead? But I don't know..."

"Okay, shut up." Xie Fanyu stared at him, "If you want to survive, live in tonight."

"Okay." Meng Yongzhao stood up, with some hesitation on his face, "However, I have a cat, is it okay?"

Xie Fanyu rubbed his temples, his tone was not very good: "Let's bring it here together."

He paused for a second, then snorted again: "Trouble."

He added: "It's fine."

Meng Yongzhao laughed with a good temper. Although today's incident did surprise him, he was also very glad that he agreed to his colleague's supper invitation, because the result made him very satisfied, and it could even be said to be a pleasant surprise.

He thought that the impulsiveness last time would cause serious consequences, and it was possible to ignore him for a long time, but he didn't expect to get the chance to enter the house by accident today. Even if he didn't know why, it was not a problem.

"Then wait for me," Meng Yongzhao said, looking at Xie Fanyu with gentle eyes, "I'll go home and pack my things, and I'll be right over."

"Yes." Xie Fanyu agreed, then frowned again, "How did you bring your things here?"

"I can drive." Meng Yongzhao said, he has an Audi A6, but he doesn't use it very often.

"Whatever you want." Xie Fanyu said coldly, "There is a parking space outside, so pay attention."

"Yeah." Meng Yongzhao smiled and rolled his eyes, "Wait for me to come back."

He went out, and took out his mobile phone to apologize to the colleague who came out for supper, and briefly explained it.

Xie Fanyu: "..."

He sat down and held his head.

Why did he have a brain twitch again?You still put Meng Yongzhao in your own home, under your nose, don't you think he is not annoying enough?What is he thinking?If Meng Yongzhao is an ordinary person, wouldn't it be good to let him be swallowed by the Soul Eater?Still leaving him to make trouble for himself.

If Meng Yongzhao died, he would no longer compete with himself for performance, and no more people he saved would come back to life. Everyone was happy.

Forget it.

Xie Fanyu resisted this idea from the bottom of his heart.

He refused to think about the reason, took out clean sheets and quilts from the cabinet, and cleaned up the guest room.

He was still a little upset when he said it was tidying up, so he threw the things on the bed in the guest room, planning to let Meng Yongzhao make the bed himself when he came back.

Wait, why did he use the word back?

Xie Fanyu froze, emphasizing once again that it was "come" and not "come back", and then felt a little better, and walked out.

Xie Fanyu didn't wait long, about an hour, when Meng Yongzhao came over and rang the doorbell.

Xie Fanyu opened the door, his face still tense, and let him in.

Meng Yongzhao didn't have much luggage, so he was pulling a trolley case, a cat bag on his back, and a litter box in the other hand.

Xie Fanyu didn't speak, but he was still fighting in his heart. He wasn't sure if it was a wise decision to let Meng Yongzhao live in.

"Did you go further to work?" Xie Fanyu said, "If it's troublesome..."

"No trouble." Meng Yongzhao replied quickly, for fear that Xie Fanyu would give an answer he didn't like. "The subway entrance is not far from your home, and it's still very convenient to take the subway."

"I often go out at night, which will affect you." Xie Fanyu continued.

"It doesn't matter," Meng Yongzhao smiled, "I sleep better."

Xie Fanyu was speechless, watched Meng Yongzhao put down the cat bag, picked up the suitcase and asked, "Where is my room?"

Xie Fanyu pointed to the guest room.

Meng Yongzhao did not leave immediately, but put the luggage in the living room first, then opened it to find gauze, hydrogen peroxide and iodophor, and waved to Xie Fanyu: "Come, let me bandage you."

Xie Fanyu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to refuse: "No, it's almost ready."

Meng Yongzhao rarely became serious: "Be obedient, you usually don't pay much attention to the wound, and now it's a little pus."

Xie Fanyu: "..."

He was still forced by Meng Yongzhao to sit on the sofa and let him deal with the wound on the back of his hand.

Meng Yongzhao lowered his head with a serious expression. While bandaging, he committed a doctor's occupational disease, and told him in a long-winded way: "Don't get water on this kind of wound, and pay more attention to it..."

Xie Fanyu was very uncomfortable, but he didn't move, subconsciously holding his breath and staring at his slightly long eyelashes.

Finally finished, Xie Fanyu withdrew his hand reflexively, hanging it by his leg: "Go to your room."

Meng Yongzhao smiled at him, asked where the bathroom was, washed his hands, and went in to put his luggage.

Although no one has ever lived in the guest room, it was fully furnished when it was first renovated.

Xie Fanyu glanced at the cat bag and unzipped it.

Heizhu jumped out, sat on the sofa and looked at him, then ran over to rub his trouser legs.

Xie Fanyu froze for a moment, then smiled: "It's you."

He knelt down and patted Heizhu's head: "I really didn't expect that the cat he raised was you."

"Meow~" Heizhu squinted and snorted softly, rubbing his head against Xie Fanyu's palm.

Meng Yongzhao put down his suitcase and walked out. Seeing this scene, he felt his whole heart warm up. He approached them and said softly, "I only brought some cat food and cat litter here. I'll make another trip tomorrow."

Xie Fanyu gave a "hmm", and it was rare that he didn't show a cold face to him.

Meng Yongzhao felt a little hot in his heart, and suddenly said: "Ayu, I think..."

"Huh?" Xie Fanyu's face turned cold, staring at him, "What did you call me?"

Meng Yongzhao shut his mouth wisely, glanced at the kitchen, and changed the subject: "Can I borrow the kitchen?"

Xie Fanyu did half a second of mental construction, and reluctantly said: "Use it."

Meng Yongzhao didn't suspect him, so he went into the kitchen to look at the refrigerator, planning to make some supper.

Because it was too late, he didn't intend to do anything else.

Meng Yongzhao closed his mouth wisely, glanced at the guest room, and asked, "Is the bedding prepared for me?"

Xie Fanyu endured it: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Meng Yongzhao smiled.

Xie Fanyu felt a little guilty for no reason.

"Forget it," he lowered his eyes, "I'll help you make the bed."

Meng Yongzhao quickly refused: "No, I'll do it myself. You're already very sleepy, just go to sleep."

"Okay." Xie Fanyu didn't look at him, "I'm afraid you're clumsy, you won't be able to do it for a long time, and it will affect my sleep, so finish it early and rest early, understand?"

Meng Yongzhao looked at him and nodded, with an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

"Okay." He said softly.

Xie Fanyu regretted it when she started making the bed.

When two people face each other and spread the sheets on the bed, there is always a strange feeling, and when the quilt is covered, it feels strange to shake the quilt a few times.

Xie Fanyu's face was getting darker and darker, but he knew that he was not angry, but just uncomfortable in this atmosphere.

For some reason, his face became hotter and hotter.