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Feng Xiao's face was completely darkened.

He really wanted to refute, but he just couldn't speak, after all, this is the truth.He really didn't have clothes suitable for Xia Jin.

and many more……

He rubbed between his brows.I feel that I have become irrational.He was actually bypassed by Feng Yuan!

Clothes are not the point at all.Moreover, what else can Feng Yuan refer to a large pile of clothes...

However, what happened to that inexplicable feeling of aggrieved feeling in his heart?

Feng Xiao and Xia Jin didn't speak for a while.

And Feng Yuan, who is super active, felt that Xia Jin was finally moved, so he prepared to take the villain away.And Feng Xiao quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"and many more."

"What are you waiting for! I want to change the doll's clothes!"

Xia Jin crawled out of Feng Yuan's hands convulsively, and said helplessly, "I'll just wear this today, there's no need to change it."

Feng Yuan: "... Really don't think about it anymore?"

"...No!" He won't be swayed by being cute!Girl, have you forgotten that he said he didn't like it yesterday! !

Feng Yuan wrinkled his small face, and said aggrievedly: "Then I'll bring you some clothes to change, okay? It's also okay in brother's room..."

Xia Jin: "..." So, what you lack is a playmate?

He really wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say it out. He could only sigh inwardly and nodded.

Feng Yuan went out happily.

Then he came in hurriedly, holding a basket of clothes in his hands.

This time, Feng Xiao had no choice but to fold his arms and watch calmly.

He picked up a white wedding dress, looked at Xia Jin amusedly, and said, "You want to wear it?"

In Feng Xiao's eyes, although Xia Jin has become smaller, he is still a boy... He never imagined Xia Jin wearing women's clothing.Wait, what Xia Jin was wearing yesterday seemed to be women's clothing?

Hey?

Can he wear it? ?

Xia Jin's face flushed red.He looked at Feng Xiao angrily and gritted his teeth.If it wasn't for Feng Yuan still here, he probably would have slapped the table and cursed.Unfortunately, the little girl was still here, watching him eagerly.

Unlike the hateful big demon king, the little girl enthusiastically sold her clothes, babbling that they were not found out yesterday, and they were all very good...

Xia Jin glared at Feng Xiao, and began to accompany the little girl to look at the clothes with a toothache.

He will never wear a skirt!

So... I will only go through a formality to make the little girl happy.

Of course, at this time, Xia Jin still sticks to the bottom line of not wearing skirts.And after that...it's hard to say.

Feng Xiao also noticed his slip of the tongue.He quickly put down the wedding dress, stood by and watched Feng Yuan act like a salesman, selling her beloved dresses to Xia Jin, and Xia Jin refused one by one.

Xia Jin refused very seriously, which made the little girl not angry at all, but never tired of it.

Feng Xiao watched it for a long time, and his heart softened a lot.

He really had more patience with Feng Yuan...

However, Feng Yuan couldn't stay in his room all the time, so when Feng Yuan picked up the sixth piece of clothing, Feng Xiao decisively sent her away.

And she was not allowed to take Xia Jin away.Feng Yuan was helpless, but she had had enough fun, so after making an appointment to have afternoon tea together in the afternoon, she obediently left.

And after she left, Xia Jin didn't have any smiles and gentle words.He sat aside, dazed.

The two were speechless for a while.

Feng Xiao thought that he couldn't keep doing this.

He now hopes that Xia Jin can directly slap the table like last night.But Xia Jin didn't do that anymore.

Since he was a child, he was used to the stars and the moon, and he seldom coaxed people. Of course, he is not good at coaxing.But he didn't know if Xia Jin was really angry.

He felt... With just one sentence, Xia Jin would not be angry.

Being polite is not being polite, and apologizing is not enough to apologize.This is not going up or down, which makes Feng Xiao feel uncomfortable.

He looked at it for a long time, then turned and left.

Feng Xiao left.

Xia Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the purple Wusan on the desk, and realized very clearly: This big devil is only in his third year of high school... and he is so overwhelmed that he can't breathe.

It was so strange to just stare at him like that!What's so good about him!Can't you just do your own thing?

Xia Jin felt that he should run away with Da Huang.

This day is really sad.

No mobile phone, and being watched all the time, oh, and coaxing children.

Ugh……

He was in the shape of a large character, spread out on the desk, lazily wanting to sleep.

But Feng Xiao came back again.

Hands holding a pile of wooden planks.

"Have you ever dreamed about your own house?" Feng Xiao asked in a low voice.

In this silent room, his voice became even clearer.His voice was like wine, and Xia Jin was already half drunk just by smelling it.

He suddenly felt hopeful about living in this family again...

Voice control is hopeless.

Fortunately, Feng Xiao didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have to worry about whether Xia Jin would be angry or not.As long as one sings a song, one may be able to fascinate people.

"Huh? Are you listening?"

Feng Xiao pulled out a hand and poked the villain's abdomen. It was soft, a bit like jelly.

Xia Jin slowly turned over to cover his face that suddenly turned red.He turned his back to Feng Xiao and said, "Yes..."

"Then what kind of architectural style do you like?" Feng Xiao rummaged through the box, opened the drawer, and found his tools one by one.

"...what are you doing?"

Feng Xiao put his tools on the ground and said with a smile, "I'll build you a house."

Xia Jin turned over and said in surprise, "What are you kidding?"

"I'm not joking." Feng Xiao said.He pulled out a blueprint from the wooden boards, on it was a two-story attic with embroidered cornices, very elegant.He continued: "But you may only have one choice. Chinoiserie, or?"

He smiled at Xia Jin, his eyebrows stretched, warm and friendly.

Xia Jin was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Yes! Of course!"

Feng Xiao likes architectural models very much.So when he is free, he is not playing video games like most boys, but he is also doing it - DIY building models.

He started with the simplest, buying pre-cut wood panels and assembling them according to the drawings.Then his hands-on ability gradually improved, and he was able to buy tools and processed wood by himself, and cut and assemble according to the drawings on the Internet.

If he was given more time, he would naturally be able to collect more blueprints, and Xia Jin also had more choices.But... the most suitable piece of wood he had left was this blueprint.

Originally, the size he was used to was a pocket model whose length, width and height did not exceed 15 centimeters, but now because he wanted to build a small house that could accommodate Xiajin, he had to find a large piece of wood, manufacture each part according to the model, and then Assemble.

This kind of assembly does not require glue, and relies purely on the structure left by the board itself.

When Feng Xiao became serious, his whole body exuded a reliable aura.

And his slender hands flexibly completed the assembly requirements one by one.

Xia Jin was watching, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you think of building a house for me?"

It's not buying...nor giving him a cardboard box directly, but actually building him a house with wood. Even if there is such a craft, most people would not think of it.

What's more, he is such a, um, high school student.

Feng Xiao was afraid that the atmosphere would be embarrassing, and he also had a little idea of ​​seeking peace, so he said it.

"If you want to stay with us, it's better to have your own private space." He paused, stopped the carving knife in his hand, turned his head to look at Xia Jin and smiled: "You are always an adult It’s not. It’s not the dolls of Feng Yuan. I can tell the difference clearly.”

In fact, as soon as he came back and saw Xia Jin sitting blankly on the desk, he had this idea.

A villain with nowhere to go, not even a place to live.

Then make him one.His own space.

Of course, later with Feng Yuan's... well, it should be considered as a comparison.He still lost a bit, after all, he really didn't have anything suitable for a villain here.Isn't the most basic need for people is basic necessities?Yi he lost, food barely equal, okay or forget it, won't he just live in the end?

With such a big killer like a house, Xia Jin probably won't regret it.

Xia Jin couldn't help being taken aback when he heard his answer.Immediately, his eye sockets became hot, and he turned his head quickly.

He is used to slapping the table when he is nervous, pretending to be aggressive, but when he is really moved, he will be obedient and do nothing.

He didn't expect Feng Xiao to be so considerate.Yes, he is uncomfortable.

This home is not his, and he has been very nervous.No matter in front of Feng Yuan or Feng Xiao.He has become smaller, and he always feels that their eyes are surrounding him all the time, which makes Xia Jin very uncomfortable.

In any case, although his situation has not yet reached the point of being dependent on others, it is almost the same.

How could he be happy?

Well, except when eating.

He looked at Feng Xiao with a softer gaze, and then he still sat on the desk, condescendingly watching the handsome young man build him a house.

Looking at the scraps that Feng Xiao had cut, he suddenly thought of something, and asked quickly, "Feng Xiao, can you use the leftover wood to make furniture for me?"

Feng Xiao: "Well... yes." He had already forgotten about it.

Xia Jinxi smiled and said, "I don't need anything else, just make me a big bed!"

Feng Xiao couldn't help laughing, and said, "Okay."