Little Bastard X Kidnapper

After drinking the soup in one gulp, Fang Yue picked up the black-bone chicken leg and took a bite, before he had time to look up at the other vegetables he had left to dry, and of course the people who had left to dry.

"Is it delicious?" Xiang Rong picked up a chopstick of cold vegetables and ate them in small bites on his own plate.

Fang Yue didn't want to admit that it was delicious, but looking at his almost empty bowl was so convincing, what else could he say.But he glanced at Xiang Rong's soup, and immediately frowned: "Why don't you drink it?"

Xiang Rong only took a sip, and seeing Fang Yue drinking so vigorously, he didn't bother himself.

He likes to watch Fang Yue eat.This was discovered when he had lunch with Fang Yue for the first time when he entered the company.Although Xiang Rong can cook and does well, he is not a person who loves cooking.He seldom cooks alone, and he thinks it’s better to eat takeaway if he has the time to cook and wash dishes.He will only be driven to the shelves at gatherings of relatives and friends, showing off his cooking skills like a performance.But since eating with Fang Yue, he found that he has expectations, expecting that Fang Yue will like his craft, expecting that Fang Yue will gain weight because of his eating, and expecting that Fang Yue will praise himself.

Although he never said it out loud, Fang Yue is a very simple person, and he is also a person who easily has emotions written on his face.So you can probably guess what he likes by looking at his expression.Fang Yue's expression obviously relaxed a lot when eating something, and the corners of his mouth even turned up, just like when he was praised for his good looks.Xiang Rong could see Fang Yue's expression clearly when he was drinking the soup just now.

Xiang Rong shrugged: "I think the taste of what I made today is average, and I can't drink it."

"you--!"

"how?"

"Give it to me if you don't drink it!" Fang Yue pulled the bowl into her arms, "Really... can food be wasted if there is a mine at home?"

Xiang Rong rested his face on his left hand, continued to pick up vegetables and looked at Fang Yue while continuing to pick up vegetables, and deliberately said, "Anyway, I'm not paying for it~"

Fang Yue rolled his eyes at him, took a sip of the soup angrily, and then smiled because of the delicious taste.

After drinking two servings of soup, Fang Yue's full stomach swelled slightly, and she couldn't eat any other dishes after a few mouthfuls.Taking advantage of Fang Yue's time to pay, Xiang Rong took the initiative to ask for a packing box, put all the leftover meals on the table, and pushed them to Fang Yue's side.

Fang Yue returned to the dining table and said to Rong, "Let's go?"

"Where are you going?" Fang Yue looked at Xiang Rong warily.

"go home."

"It's so late...I have to go home for maintenance..." Xiang Rong glanced over, Fang Yue was scared, and his tone changed immediately, "Well...cough, I won't disturb your rest... …Bar?"

Xiang Rong sighed: "Okay, everyone goes back to their homes."

Fang Yue was secretly happy, picked up the leftovers on the table and walked quickly to the door, passing by other people's tables, an old man took the initiative to say goodbye to the two of them, Fang Yue also waved his hands politely and said happily to them next time .And at least half of this happiness is because I can go home directly.

The maintenance that has not been done in the past few days should be able to make up for it in one go!Very good! !

Walking out of the nameless restaurant, Fang Yue took a deep breath of the free air, then turned around and waved to Xiang Rong: "Then I'm leaving~~See you~~" Fang Yue turned around before finishing speaking.

"Stop." Xiang Rong stopped him annoyedly seeing him running away in a hurry.

"... Can you not change your mind..." Fang Yue turned back aggrieved.

Seeing his appearance, Xiang Rong couldn't get angry, but he was still cold on the surface: "How do you plan to go home?"

"It's closer to the subway station. I take the subway. What's the matter?"

"Don't take the subway, accompany me to the bus station."

"...Why? Do you have shares in the bus company??"

"Where are there so many questions? You can leave as soon as you are told. If you don't want to, you can wait for the video in the email tomorrow."

Fang Yue bit her lip, and finally walked towards the station obediently.

Xiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and walked side by side to the station with Fang Yue.He also just wanted to spend more time with Fang Yue, even if it was just a short walk from the restaurant to the station.He had no intention of letting Fang Yue come to his home today.Recently, the company has indeed worked more overtime than usual, and there is not much time to rest during working hours. Everyone is very tense at work. Xiang Rong hopes that Fang Yue can have a good rest.Even he could see the tiredness on Fang Yue's face, and he couldn't bear to make him a model anymore.

During this period of time, he had accumulated a lot of defensive portraits, but he deliberately didn't show them to him.Xiang Rong was really embarrassed. He felt that his painting skills were limited, and he couldn't even draw one percent of Fang Yue's beauty. He really couldn't show his face to the deity.

In fact, this is not the first time he has painted Fang Yue.When he was in school, he had secretly photographed Fang Yue countless times. Although his behavior seemed a bit obscene, he didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart at that time. He just admired and liked it, like a sunflower following the sun uncontrollably.Even if you can't see him in person, Xiang Rong will be very happy to take out the photos every day and look through them.

Later, he also began to draw according to the photos.

Fang Yue eating in the school cafeteria.

Fang Yue studying in the library.

Fang Yue who draws in the classroom.

Fang Yue exercising on the playground.

Fang Yue queuing outside the bathhouse.

Fang Yue came out of the shower with flushed cheeks.

He has drawn each photo no less than ten times, and Xiang Rong can feel his progress, but he is still not satisfied.However, he carefully collected each of his works about Fang Yue and put them in a transparent flat plastic storage box.He put it under the bed before graduation, and put it under the bed in the bedroom after graduation out of habit, so that he would feel that Fang Yue was not far away from him.

Walking to the station, the bus did not arrive at the station by such a coincidence.But even if Xiang Rong wanted to see Fang Yue more, he really couldn't think of an excuse, so he turned around pretending to be cold, and reminded him to remember to bring the leftovers to work tomorrow as lunch for the two of them before leaving.

Fang Yue snorted, but still nodded and said yes.

Xiang Rong walked out of an intersection and looked back at Fang Yue, and found that he was only looking at the direction of the bus and did not look at himself at all. He couldn't help but feel a little lonely, and wished he could run back and tell him that he had changed his mind and was still going to his home today.But this selfish and childish little thought was shaken away by him shaking his head.

He found a corner and stopped, looking at Fang Yue secretly.

Seeing that the car was not coming, Fang Yue took out her mobile phone and fiddled with her bangs, then touched her face, seemed to sigh, stretched her shoulders, and then picked up the mobile phone to take a few selfies.The rest of the time is spent on the phone.

Even if Xiang Rong is not around, he knows that Fang Yue must be admiring her selfie.

I don't know if it's because her nature has been exposed to herself, but Fang Yue didn't hide her narcissism in front of Xiang Rong.Xiang Rong praised him for his joy, and he praised himself for his proficiency and the frequency of taking selfies, each of which was carried out according to his own rhythm.And Xiang Rong didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and even deliberately praised him to amuse him and observe his reaction.After all, Xiang Rong also has a lot of photos of Fang Yue in his mobile phone, and most of them are secretly taken. The few that are not are also deducted from other people's group photos or taken with Yue's ID photo on the school bulletin board.

Standing here at this time, Xiang Rong felt a little itchy. He raised his mobile phone and pointed it at Fang Yue at the bus stop, and slowly focused on it. He had just zoomed in enough that he could see the profile of his face clearly, when he heard a child's high-pitched voice next to his ear.

"Mom! What is that uncle doing? Is he the legendary pervert?"

Looking down at Xiang Rong, a little boy was holding his mother with one hand and pointing at himself.

The boy's mother picked up the child and looked at Xiang Rong vigilantly. She put her arms around the child's head and walked away quickly. She said as she walked, "Keep this kind of person away from you, you know? Don't point at them. , be careful that he catches you."

Xiang Rong felt wronged.

He really wanted to explain that he was really not a pervert, but a pillar of society with a good family background, excellent academic performance, and a cheerful personality, and the future pillar of the motherland.

Yet he reflected on himself.

He behaved furtively in a small dark corner, taking ruthless and continuous candid shots of a handsome young man at the bus station with his mobile phone.

Well...it doesn't seem to blame the kid either...

It just so happened that the bus came into the station at this time, Fang Yue got on the bus, and Xiang Rong, who hadn't been photographed secretly, had no reason to stop, put away his phone and walked towards his home.

On the road, I saw several couples who were off work. Whether it was a same-sex couple or a heterosexual couple, they were all holding hands and looked very intimate. Xiang Rong couldn't help but bring himself and Fang Yue into the imagination.

What if, just if, one day seniors can do the same?

Take my hand, even if I hold him.

We drink a cup of milk tea together, the kind he likes with less ice and no sugar.

When we watch a movie together, he will compare who is more handsome between himself and the leading actor in the movie. I will tell him that my predecessor is the most handsome, and no male star can compare, and he will snigger on my shoulder.

We will take pictures together, senior likes to take selfies, if we are together, would he like to have one more person in his selfies?Will you dislike me for ruining the beauty of the photos?

At night, I can apply body lotion to my senior, apply essential oils to him, and give him a massage.If the atmosphere is good, it can be...

Xiang Rong patted his face, nodded to the community security guard who looked at him strangely, and continued walking inside.

His thoughts have been drifting in the obscene direction lately, perhaps because Fang Yue's role as a model allowed him to see the body, which filled Xiang Rong's imagination with a lot of material.

It's just that although he has delusions and daydreams, Xiang Rong has never set being with Fang Yue as a goal.I used to think that Fang Yue was far away from me, as long as I could get closer to him, it would be fine.Now that the distance is close, it seems that something else can be expected, but for some reason it has become a relationship of threat and being threatened, and the relationship with love seems to be running farther and farther in the opposite direction.

Thinking of this, Xiang Rong touched his neck and went home with a sigh.