learning to be human every day

The three of them cleaned up a pot of stewed pork vermicelli like a storm. Xia Yun was afraid that they would not be full, so he poured two packs of instant noodles into the soup. So soft and not as dry as fried noodles, it warms your mouth when you eat it.

"Xianhui! You're so virtuous!" Xu Li stuffed his mouth and gave him a thumbs up.

Although it was a miserable experience today, being able to eat Xia Yunze's stew and enjoy the long-lost happiness of eating until full is a blessing in disguise.

"Let's not be an example!" Xia Yun made a pot of scented tea to relieve their boredom. If Xu Li hadn't exercised too much today, she wouldn't let her eat a single instant noodle.

Xu Li put it away when he saw it was ready, took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks after eating, and then left quickly with his stumped legs, afraid that Lu Yuanfei would not let her go after the meal.

She is just a salted fish, swimming in the lake and sea under Xia Yunze's hands requires all her strength, but Lu Yuanfei forced her to take off and rush into the sky as soon as she arrived, isn't she crazy?

Lu Yuanfei gave a "tsk", indicating that she was thinking too much, and there was no need to slaughter a chicken with a knife. Xia Yunze should leave this kind of weak chicken who is exhausted after running and practicing to useless.

But seeing her lingering fear, she probably won't have the guts to play tricks with the coach in the future.

After eating and drinking enough, the two of them relaxed and slumped on the sofa, while Xia Yun picked up the remote control, tilted his head on Lu Yuanfei's shoulder, and suddenly laughed lowly.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Yuanfei stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, making him lean more comfortably.

Xia Yun turned his head to look at him with pride in his eyes, and said, "The God of Cooking is the God of Cooking, and everyone below me is better than you."

Lu Yuanfei's eyes darkened, and he looked at him meaningfully. With his arms across his waist, he pushed him onto the sofa, and whispered in his ear, "Really? Let me try."

Xia Yun looked at him stupidly and cutely, not knowing why: "Didn't you just eat it... oops!"

The north wind blows outside the window, snowflakes flutter, and the house is warm and happy.

The floor heating seemed to be burning too hard, making his forehead sweat and his skin scorching hot, while Xia Yun was paralyzed on the sofa panting non-stop, his consciousness was a little lax, and he entered the time of a sage who had no desires and no desires.

After being trained by the iron-blooded instructor for a round, he didn't even have the strength to act coquettishly, his body arched up involuntarily, his head almost pressed against the hard armrest of the mahogany sofa, Lu Yuanfei was afraid that he would hit his head, so he freed up his hand in time and threw a pillow over it.

Xia Yun covered his face with a pillow, so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, he twisted his legs between his legs, like a fish that was taken out of the water.

He vaguely felt that this was probably just the beginning, but he no longer had the courage to think about the follow-up.

The heart was engulfed by the raging waves, bumpy and trembling, uneasy, not only frightened, but also gave birth to faint expectations.

Choosing a date is worse than hitting the sun. Even if there is no mandarin tent, candles and wine, they can still achieve the great harmony of life in the sky and snow.

Just with Brother Lu's physical strength and battery life, just don't let him hang on the sofa.

Xia Yun was trembling, thinking wildly, and was suddenly pulled off the pillow, and kissed eagerly.

... Forget about death, let's die, even if you die under a peony flower, you will be a ghost... Well!

He was wandering in the sky below, with a confused look on his face, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the one above. Lu Yuanfei propped up his body and flicked his forehead to make him concentrate.

Is it because the boyfriend is not handsome?Bad shape?Or is the foreplay not working hard enough?He was so used to daring to distract himself on such occasions, that displeased Lu Yuanfei, who was eager to fight for [-] rounds, and squeezed his tight waist.

Xia Yun uttered a panting scream, and dragged out a soft ending sound, seemingly angry or happy, wanting to welcome but yet refusing.

Even if the light is dim, you can still see how much affection is rippling in these pure water eyes, his face is reflected in the bright black pupils, separated by a layer of tears, the mist is hazy, making people always want to see He held it in the palm of his hand, drowning his restless and frantic soul in it.

Xia Yun put his arms around his neck, shy and brave, called brother with a trembling voice.

The screams made people's chests tingle and their hearts almost melted.

Lu Yuanfei was ready to go. He grabbed the button of his clothes with his nimble fingers, opened his shirt, and planned to roll him into the bedroom and take him down in one fell swoop. At this juncture, Xia Yunze's cell phone jingled, and Ms. Chen Send a video invite.

The two people hugging each other suddenly separated as if they had been splashed with cold water. Lu Yuanfei cursed in a low voice, got up helplessly and went to the bathroom to do it himself.

Xia Yun put his face on the slightly cool wooden handrail, tried to calm down his panting, cooled himself by the way, tidied his clothes, and connected to the video calmly.

The charming atmosphere in the room was completely destroyed by Ms. Chen's loud voice. She was jumping outside in a down jacket, shouting excitedly: "Small! Look at the big snowman that mom made!"

As soon as the camera turned, a snowman as tall as a person filled the screen. Lao Xia repaired the snowman with a shovel, exhaling white mist from his mouth and nose.

The corners of Xia Yunze's mouth twitched, resisting the urge to sigh, and praised the snowbreaker in all directions without any dead ends, making Ms. Chen happy, so she cared about her son: "Son, your son Is Bianxue big? Why don’t you go to work? What are you doing on the sofa in broad daylight? Let me tell you, don’t be lazy if you have enough food for two days!”

Xia Yun lay down like a drunk imperial concubine, and replied weakly: "Today is a holiday."

"Oh." Ms. Chen turned the camera to the snow on the ground, showing him the half-foot-deep footprints, "You can build a snowman when the snow stops. You liked snow the most when you were young."

Xia Yun let out a "ha", refusing to listen to her reminiscing about the original owner's childhood.

There was an unknown anger in his heart, no one could be calm when he was just a step away from achieving a good result but was ruined by a snowman!

What kind of snowman do I want, I want Brother Lu's man!

Of course, Ms. Chen should not be allowed to know this little thought, otherwise she would have killed her son and piled her son into the snowman.

He greeted Lao Xia, and greeted him casually. Just as he was about to end the video, Ms. Chen suddenly asked, "Have you looked at the house? Do you like it?"

Xia Yun shook his head and said that he was so busy at the end of the year, how could he have the time in the United States to go to see the house?

What's more, there are tens of millions of properties in the world, and Brother Lu's house is the most beautiful. Unless the two of them blow the candle, why would he move?

Ms. Chen didn't know much about the real estate market in Rongjiang City. She just felt that her son had recovered from his injuries and lived in someone else's house. It's not that she didn't know her son's appetite, and the boss's house didn't have any food left!

"Then you should wink a little bit, do more housework, less hang out with those cronies, and don't idle around like you are at home." Probably all old mothers have three points of contempt for their sons, and they are not polite at all, "Be proactive when buying things, money is not enough Mom still has it here."

She is used to talking about her son, but she doesn't know that her son is so embarrassed that he picks his toes. Xia Yun has never felt this kind of mother's love mixed with disgust in two lifetimes. He was at a loss for a while, nervous and moved, and he replied: "Understood, thank you...uh...Mom, I have enough money to spend, and I don't have much contact with those friends before."

Anyway, he didn't know any of the original owner's friends, so he used smashed his head as an excuse when he asked. True friends would naturally ask each other when they were cold and warm.

Ms. Chen showed a gratified expression, and tapped his forehead through the screen: "Okay, I don't know you yet? Your bones are light and your ears are soft, and you won't know how much you have eaten after a few words of coaxing. Learn from your boss, don't be lost all day long."

Xia Yun was so damaged that his nose was sweating, and he had unprecedented curiosity about the parent-child relationship of the original owner.

It is said that a child without a mother is a grass, and a child with a mother seems to be a bit bad.

He showed his business spirit, made jokes, coaxed Ms. Chen into a smile, and boasted that he was more sensible after being hit on the head once.

What kind of son is this? He paid for the phone bill, right?

Xia Yun didn't watch so many family ethics at eight o'clock in vain. He entered the play every minute at the critical moment, promised to go home as soon as the holiday was off, and never fool around in Rongjiang City. If you are not young, you will die alone if you don't solve your personal problems.

He learned how to behave this time, neither being tough nor subdued, avoiding the most important things and playing Tai Chi lightly, flattering and flattering without conscience—Mom, you are still young like a girl, how dare you grow old when you are a son?

Ms. Chen rubbed her face happily, and said a little bastard nonsense, and finally ended the video.

Xia Yun's eyes were blank, he collapsed on the sofa, and let out a long breath.

The heart is so tired, more tiring than doing a hundred pull-ups.

As soon as he sent Ms. Chen away, Lu Yuanfei came out of the bathroom, his body was refreshed after the bath, his skin was slightly cool, and the tips of his hair were still filled with damp moisture.

Xia Yun knew that his brother had taken a cold shower as soon as he touched it with his hands. He turned his head and looked at the endless snow outside the window. Feeling guilty and distressed, he threw himself into Lu Yuanfei's arms, sticking like a large brown candy hold on.

"Brother Lu, I'm sorry." He hummed in a nasal voice, "I'll warm you up."

If Ms. Chen hadn't made a snowman on a whim, they would have both grown up.

As a result, I was exhausted chatting with his mother, and I lost all interest.

Lu Yuanfei patted Xia Yunze on the back with the force of coaxing a child, and quickly patted Xia Yunze, and he had the strength to act coquettish again: "Brother, my mother hates me."

He opened his mouth and repeated what his mother said to him, and finally looked at Lu Yuanfei anxiously, hoping that he would come to coax him with knowledge and interest.

Lu Yuanfei tightened his arms and held him in his arms, with a lonely expression, and sighed softly in his ear.

Xia Yunze's ears were slightly red, and he whispered, "Brother?"

"You don't know your blessings when you are blessed." Lu Yuanfei rubbed his head and looked at him dotingly: "A child with a mother is a treasure, haven't you heard of it?"

He had listened to it, he had also heard it in the airborne, and the children's clothing area on the fourth floor played this song all day long.

Forget that the situation is different and it is impossible to communicate, Xia Yun skipped this question, raised his head to meet the man's gaze, and asked playfully, "Are you trying to make fun of me for being a mother?"

"More than that?" Lu Yuanfei lightly flicked his cheek, and said with a low laugh, "You are my treasure."