fruit candy

Zhuang Ran did what he said, staring at the computer for two days in a daze, he really adjusted his state in a daze.

Fang Tang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his fat little life was finally saved, and he didn't have to throw himself into the river.

A little different from being bored at home and not going out before, Zhuang Ran now takes Fang Tang out for a walk every day, sometimes to a nearby park for a walk, and sometimes to the food street in the university town to eat until he can fill up.

Fang Tang knew that he was afraid that he would be bored.

When Zhuang Ran was writing, Fang Tang was always afraid of disturbing him, but he wanted to be by his side, so most of the time he spent most of the time quietly reading, sometimes staring quietly at Zhuang Ran's earnest side face in a daze when he was tired of reading.

Crazy as always.

The weather has been much better recently, and the sun shines through the glass of the balcony onto the desk, which happens to be where Fang Tang is.

He was sunburned lazily, yawning non-stop, and his eye circles were red.

"Go to sleep, my dear." Zhuang Ran saw it, and urged Fang Tang to go to the bedroom to rest, and reached out to rub his frizzy hair.

Although Fang Tang was too sleepy to open his eyes, he still shook his head firmly, "I agreed to write the book with you."

Zhuang Ran sighed helplessly, blaming him for telling Fang Tang that he could write as long as he was with him, but now that Fang Tang took it seriously, he felt sorry for himself.

After coaxing softly for a long time, Fang Tang insisted inexplicably, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep on the table.

Watching him laugh for a while, wanting to carry him into the bedroom but afraid of waking him up, but in the end he just let him go.

Fang Tang woke up an hour later. He didn't sleep very well. He stretched his legs in a daze, but he groaned because of the pain.

He wrinkled his face, his whole body was pitiful.

"Just let you go to bed and sleep." Zhuang Ran pinched his arm with one hand and massaged his leg with the other, very busy.

Fang Tang was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"So afraid of pain?" Zhuang Ran pointed out something. Recently, after accumulating the knowledge necessary for a gay guy, Zhuang Ran became more and more proficient at driving a car.

Then, Fang Tang, who was too innocent, couldn't get it at all, he moaned and said coquettishly for a long time, and Zhuang Ran almost let him brag.

Zhuang Ran, who was driving crazily in his mind, coughed and forced to be serious, saved the file, and turned off the computer.

Fang Tang stood up and jumped twice, and asked, "Do you want to go out?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Ran hugged Fang Tang stickily and said, "The season has changed, I'll go buy you some new clothes."

Fang Tang's eyes immediately lit up when he heard it, did you wear a new candy wrapper?

Zhuang Ran didn't go shopping very much, so he took Fang Tang to a nearby shopping mall, went straight to the men's clothing on the fourth floor, picked through a lot, and paid with a credit card without even trying.

According to him, the card that was used to save his wife's account has finally played a role today.

But the "wife" herself didn't know it, she was drinking milk tea with a smile on her face, and followed behind, so well-behaved, she didn't even notice that something was wrong when Zhuang Ran bought two thin trench coats of the same style and different colors that were rounded off as a couple's outfit.

Anyway, the new candy wrappers are all good-looking, any one will do.

After wandering around outside and having a meal, the two of them went back, and when they arrived downstairs, they had a face-to-face meeting with Pang Pang, who was carrying a big bag and a small bag.

"Just came back from outside?" Fatty looked at this pair of dogs who only knew love, envious and jealous.

"Ang." Zhuang Ran nodded, walked two steps and turned around uncertainly, "Don't you come here to remind me..."

Fatty looked at Zhuang Ran in a daze, and after realizing it, he said coquettishly, "If you write honestly, I won't rush you? This time I'm here to give you a gift..."

He really came to give gifts. The publishing house sent a Mid-Autumn Festival gift two days ago. He took a copy for Zhuang Ran and packed up the things that fans sent recently. He happened to take this opportunity to come and see Zhuang Ran.

Although Zhuang Ran has already started serialization, and the number of words updated every day is also stable, but this bastard will not really listen to the nonsense on the phone that day to bully Fang Tang, will he, kiss five thousand words?Going one step further for three consecutive days?

Or is it that supernatural horror novels will soon become BL pornography? ? ? ?

Fatty suddenly felt a little out of breath, chatted with Fang Tang and hinted that he should protect himself, don't let the old hooligans bully him, and took out a few hundred dollars from his pocket, saying that it was the last time he went to the autograph meeting salary.

Fang Tang received the salary and handed it to Zhuang Ran happily.

Zhuang Ran was gnawing on an apple, watching the two of them muttering for a long time with cold eyes, hesitating whether to issue an eviction order, but then Fang Tang handed over the salary and suddenly smiled, unable to hide it.

The single dog Pangpang complained a few words, told Zhuang, and then quickly slipped away when there was a class reunion the next day.

"Will the classmates have fun?" Fang Tang was full of curiosity about the unknown.

"Do you want to go?" Zhuang Ran asked softly, put the hundreds of dollars in his hand into the wallet, smiled, and said deliberately, "Then how can I introduce you to others?"

"Before you...didn't you say boyfriend before?" Fang Tang puffed his cheeks and felt aggrieved.

"Really?" Zhuang Ran shook the wallet in his hand, and said nonchalantly, "I will make money to support my family, shouldn't I introduce you as my little husband?"

Fang Tang, who was still aggrieved, immediately lowered his head and snickered, pursed his lips, held back his smile and pretended to be serious, "...don't talk nonsense."