818 The Uncle Feng Who Fell on My Balcony

Xiao He stood under the faucet, the water rushing against his body, taking away the pain left in his dantian.

Although Feng Xie had arrested the daring female ghost and hung it at the door to demonstrate, Xiao He still had a shadow over the small bathroom in his bedroom, so he could only run out to take a shower.

In fact, that bedroom is not used for bathing, but for soaking in water. Xiao He likes to soak in hot water when he has something on his mind, and has developed this habit since he was a child.

The water washed away his soft and fluffy hair and stuck it to his face, looking inexplicably decadent.

In fact, his mood is a bit decadent now, or complicated.The situation last night was completely unexpected, and it even feels absurd in retrospect.Xiao He pressed his lips blankly, the damaged part of the edge was a little red and swollen, and it was dull and painful to press.

That phoenix... He used too much force.

After turning off the shower, Xiao He walked to the mirror, the water vapor was so hazy that he couldn't see clearly what the person inside was like, so Xiao He reached out to wipe it off.After wiping it off with water mist, a slightly thin body was revealed in the mirror—underdeveloped muscles, no excess fat, no mass of abdominal muscles, only two inconspicuous vertical lines. , this body is too weak.

Xiao Hemu looked at those mottled bluish-red marks on his body with a straight face, and turned around to see that there were quite a few of them.To be able to leave such marks on human skin just by touching it is really... worthy of being a god.

——But he didn't suffer any disadvantages. When he was in a state of confusion, he hugged Feng Xie and scratched, the feeling of nails on his body was still there, and he didn't pay attention. He said, presumably that Feng's back could no longer be seen...

"Jingle Bell--!"

A crisp ringtone of the phone called Xiao He's attention back, he put on his pants, put on a plaid shirt with his upper body wet, and went out.There is no caller ID on the landline at home, but Xiao He can guess who it is - there are not many people who know this number.

"Hey?"

"It's mom, why did you take so long to answer the phone?"

Xiao He was stunned when he heard the voice inside. He was holding the handset and talking on the phone while buttoning his chest: "I was taking a shower just now. Mom, what's the matter?"

"You don't know how to get up, it's almost ten o'clock, and you don't have breakfast."

Xiao He couldn't help but think of last night again, and sighed inwardly.He lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, and put his hands on the wall: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Wu said that you ordered a new bed for two people. Why, have you made friends?"

The female voice on the other end of the phone was obviously teasing, Xiao He was taken aback again - the reason why he bought a double bed was to make that divine bird sleep more comfortably, but he didn't think so much about it.

It's just that it's only been two days since this happened, how could his mother know, the news is well-informed.Xiao He frowned subconsciously, and instead of answering, asked, "Uncle Wu told you?"

He became independent a long time ago, and hates his elders to meddle in things. Fortunately, his mother seldom cares about him at work, otherwise Xiao He might have become a problem boy early.

"Oh my son, are you still shy? Don't be shy. If you really want to make friends, bring it back to show your mother. Also, don't blame Uncle Wu, he couldn't find a good phoenix tree, so I bought it from another garden. I asked. You can do it, I usually keep a straight face, but I didn't expect to be decisive, and it's all cohabitation."

Xiao He's mother is not only an outstanding botanist, but also an outstanding entrepreneur. Bieyuan is a wood plantation and processing integrated factory run by her. It is not small in scale and has a complete range of wood types.

"No, I'm asexual, and it's not the first day you know."

——Although it may be turning into homosexuality, if the mother finds out, I don't know if I will cry or laugh.

"Hmph, forget it if you don't have it. If you have it, you must take it home early and let your mother see it. Don't hide it from me."

Xiao He hummed as a response: "I won't tell you anymore, I have something to do this afternoon."

"Cheng Chengcheng, you should be busy."

Xiao He hung up the phone, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. Just as he turned around, a red shadow fell into his eyes, which shocked him greatly.Feng Xie didn't know when she got up and stood there, looking at Xiao He with half a smile in her eyes.

"Good morning."

The stiffness was only for a moment, the embarrassment was erased calmly, and Xiao He greeted the other party as if nothing had happened.

Feng Xuan nodded: "Who were you talking to just now?"

"my mother."

Feng Xie's eyes fell on the telephone on the wall, and the meaning was obvious—what is the headmaster doing?

Xiao He explained: "This is a phone call. My mother is in another city, hundreds of miles away."

Feng Qi became interested, walked to the side of the phone, hooked his slender fingers, and got the phone in his hand.He looked at the receiver over and over again, but couldn't see the name: "Thousand-mile sound transmission?"

"...It's kind of similar, but it's not so magical. It's called science."

Feng Qi didn't ask what science is, but stared at Xiao He from top to bottom and looked back and forth.

He just came out of the bathroom. He didn't wipe his body or his hair. The water from the ends of his hair kept dripping down his neck, and then slipped in through the neckline.What's more terrible is that the shirt he was wearing was only buttoned in the middle, the top two buttons were open, exposing his chest and clavicle, and the bottom two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his narrow waist.

Feng Xie saw a drop of water leaving Xiao He's hair, falling on his neck, slipping from his neck through his collarbone, sinking into his clothes, and flowing out from his slender waist after a while——suddenly wanted to be licked off by him.

Xiao He looked away calmly, and while walking away from Feng Qi, he turned his body sideways and raised his hand to fasten his button: "Are you free today? Let's go out to eat later, and then take a trip to the street."

Feng Xie's eyes narrowed slightly, the dilated pupils looked dark golden, mixed with impure black: "Okay, are you finally planning to get out of this room?"

"I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to perform an operation on a patient, and I'll buy you some clothes...you will be watched by others when you wear this to the hospital."

Maybe they will be taken away by hospitals in other senses.

Xiao He can be regarded as an external expert. After returning to China, he was named an external expert in many hospitals, and only performed brain surgery.Xiao He's curiosity about the human brain has almost reached the level of morbid fanaticism, but since brain death is often defined as human death in medicine, it is very difficult to conduct experiments with fresh human brains without breaking the law, so Xiao He came up with this idea Method.

"I want to be with you too?"

Xiao He stopped buttoning his button: "Didn't you say that you can't leave you half a step?"

Feng Xie laughed suddenly, disappeared from the spot in an instant, appeared behind Xiao He, stuck tightly to him, wrapped his hands around his waist, grabbed Xiao He's wrists and lightly clasped them, and half hugged the general from behind. He hugged him into his arms, and Fenghuang whispered to him in a low voice: "That's right, you can't."

The button that was not fastened was picked up by Feng Xie and then opened again. He touched the piece of skin that he wanted to lick with his hand, and when he lowered his head, he just placed his chin on Xiao He's shoulder.

"..."

Xiao He froze in place, thinking whether to give him an elbow or something, when his soft lips suddenly touched the back of his neck, and then licked it with his slippery tongue.

The hairs all over his body were about to stand up, while turning his head to hide, he grabbed Feng Xie's hand that was still stretched in and pulled it out: "...don't make trouble, it's time to go out."

——Do these gods know how to behave, or is this kind of flirting just a greeting in the world of gods?

Thinking of how last night he also kissed him without hesitation in order to absorb spiritual power, and a series of such things happened later, Xiao He felt that this possibility is not impossible.

"You are not allowed to go out like this."

With a smile and an undeniable domineering tone in Feng Xuan's tone, he stroked Xiao He's waist and gently slid it up. Wherever his hand passed, the skin immediately became dry.

Xiao He turned his head to look at him, opened his mouth, and finally didn't ask anything - what is the relationship between the two of them, Xiao He didn't think about this question, he didn't even think about it seriously, how could he ask Feng Xie.

"Okay...you can let me go."

Xiao He broke away from Feng Yu's embrace, and lowered his head to fasten the remaining buttons.He was originally indifferent, and when he was in a calm state of mind, it would make people feel that he was giving you a look, but when Feng Xi came to him like this, his mood fell to the bottom in an instant, and his face became even uglier.

Feng Xie looked at him in confusion: "Are you angry?"

"No."

He turned and went to the bedroom: "I'll get some clothes, you wear them first, and I'll buy you new ones after lunch."

After taking the clothes, Xiao He pointed to Feng Xie's long hair and asked, "By the way, your hair...can you cut it short first, it's too long. If you don't mind short hair, we have to go to the barber shop."

Although it is uncommon for men to have long hair nowadays, it is not uncommon. Xiao He can accept it when it reaches the shoulders or even the waist, but it is too exaggerated when it reaches the calves...

Feng Xuan held up a part of her hair: "You mortal scissors can't cut it."

"how?"

"I can't cut it."

Xiao He remembered his tough feathers when he transformed into a phoenix, and continued, "Could it be...that your feathers have changed?"

Feng Xuan folded her arms and nodded: "The clothes are too."

"...Isn't it impossible to take it off and change clothes?"

"It can be taken off."

"..." Xiao He was speechless for a while, and restrained the desire to continue asking "What do you look like when you take off your clothes?"

It's weird just imagining it.

"Then you can shorten your hair yourself, even down to your waist. It's not popular for men to grow it so long in this era."

Feng Qi snapped her fingers, and the black hair that was as long as her calf flew up from the ground, and then coiled and folded from her hair, getting shorter and shorter until it reached her neck.

Great, saves time doing hairdos.

Xiao He watched this miraculous scene intently with no expression on his face. Seeing that Feng Xuan finally made out bangs that were similar to his own hairstyle, he thought it was funny: "Your bangs... are the hair in the front. It should be longer. It should be longer. Match your hairstyle."

Feng Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"wait."

He found a magazine in the study drawer, and opened the fashion page to show him.

Feng Xie opened his eyes wide: "How powerful is a mortal painter? This painting looks like a living person."

Xiao He thought it was funny, pointed at the man on the screen and asked, "How about this?"

Feng Xie looked contemptuous: "You are so ugly."

"..." Is there anyone in this world who is prettier than God?

"I said his hairstyle changed like this."

Feng Xuan reluctantly snorted, stretched out her lower lip like a child, and puffed out her breath, her bangs were blown up, and then fell down to look like it was in a magazine.

Feng Xie hummed again, turned around and left without saying a word, Xiao He looked at his back inexplicably—what's wrong with him.

He looked down at the models in the magazine—don't you like the hairstyle?It's not ugly. A model who can appear on the magazine page is considered to be responsible for the beauty of the modeling industry.

"Ah, Feng Xuan, wait a minute, I'll find you some clothes to change before leaving, don't go out wearing this when you come back...don't go out barefoot...don't jump out of the window! This is the third floor!"

The physically useless person desperately dragged Fenghuang back who had suddenly gone mad. The old man was sitting on the sofa staring at him with a displeased expression.

Xiao He shook his head, and handed him the T-shirt and matching shorts: "This is mine. It's a loose fit. It should barely fit."

Feng Xie didn't answer it, and snapped his fingers to change the clothes into his body.

One-click changing clothes, this skill can be convenient.

"Why are you angry?" Don't like this body?

Feng Xi imitated Xiao He's previous tone and said: "No!"

This mortal!It's really time to teach him a lesson, let him not be hugged, and make him look like another man, isn't he as imposing as a mortal? !