Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

Fang Man woke up from thirst, opened his eyes drowsily, and stared in a daze for a while, before the starry sky above his head gradually focused from the 480 pirated image quality to the member-only 1080 Blu-ray resolution.

Fang Man moved, and the starry sky in front of him was instantly occupied by Li Mi's big face.

"Mr. Fang," Li Mi spit furtively, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Fang Manzhi sat up, wiped his face, looked up and saw the huge statue of the moonlight male god on the grass, and Kong Que lying flat on it, his chest muscles tightened, and he shouted: "Fuck, What's going on?! Tofu project?!"

Li Mi covered Fang Man's mouth with a small handkerchief, and said softly, "You don't remember? You and Zhou Xiangwan drove a tank and blew up the Moonlight God!"

Fang Man:! ! ! ! !

Fang Man thought for a while, and it seemed that there was such a thing. He was not straight and strong at the moment, and said in a more furtive voice than Li Mi: "Where is Zhou Xiangwan? Is he okay?"

Li Mi said: "...he ran back to Africa."

Fang Man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Zhou Xiangwan was still alive, and then became worried about his own safety, "How did Kong Que react?"

Li Mi said: "He fired a gun into the sky, and then lay there alone for more than three hours."

"Shot in the sky?" Fang Man sniffed Li Mi's body, "You were nervous just now, you lied to me?"

Mi Li suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by Kong Que's mind-reading skills, and said with a mournful face, "You and Mr. Kong are really a perfect match. He fired a shot at us and missed, probably to scare me."

Fang Man patted Li Mi on the shoulder, returned his coat to him, got up and wanted to walk towards Kong Que, but Li Mi grabbed him, "Mr. Fang, don't mess with him, wait until Mr. Kong gets angry. Life matters."

Fang Man shook his head and said, "I'll ask, it's all right."

Fang Man crawled to Kong Que's side.

Kong Que lay upright between the chest muscles of the statue, staring at the moon with dark eyes, with a look of regret.

Fang Man pushed Kong Que's shoulder and apologized honestly: "I'm sorry."

Kong Que evoked a smile and said gently, "You did it on purpose."

Fang Man carefully recalled that he and Zhou Xiangwan drove the tank to the gate, and when he saw the Moonlight Goddess, he jumped up and pressed something.

Fang Man rubbed his nose, and said calmly: "I seem to be doing it on purpose. Although I say I don't mind, my subconscious is actually very sour. I'm sorry for the lack of Er."

Kong Que didn't speak, but closed his eyes.

"Hey," Fang Man pushed Kong Que again, "I heard you fired a shot into the air? What did you hit?"

"Father."

Fang Man frowned, "Do you know it's an illusion?"

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man pulled Kong Que's hand and said, "Don't lie here, it's cold and hard, go back to sleep."

Kong Que shook off Fang Man's hand, twisted it, and turned his back to Fang Man.

Fang Man squatted down, patted Kong Que's butt, "I was really wrong, tell me, how can I coax you well?"

Kong Que said: "...you go to sleep by yourself."

The current situation is like his girlfriend smashing an otaku figure, and a straight guy throwing his girlfriend's lipstick. Rationally, he knows that Kong Que has every reason to be angry. He has indeed done something wrong, but emotionally he is still not reconciled.

It's like a boyfriend or girlfriend chasing a star, because he will never catch up, so there is no need to worry too much, but if he clearly says that the male god is more important than him, and he has to sleep with the male god at night, Fang Man will feel stuffy.

There is something wrong with Kong Que's paranoia!

Fang Man: "Queer, haven't you ever thought that your male god is just your obsession? I know you used to be difficult, it was your spiritual support or something. However, he is no longer there. You hold a A pile of dead objects, a group of stand-ins, what are you trying to do?"

Kong Que: "Shut up."

Fang Man burst into anger immediately, and shook Kong Que crazily, "Are you sleeping with me or with your male god?!"

Kong Que firmly grabbed the male god's chest muscles: "I won't sleep with you!"

Fang Man: "Hey, think carefully, I'll give you another chance to regret it!"

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man waited for a few seconds, jumped off the statue angrily, and got into the tent.

"When you figure it out, come and find me yourself!"

Fang Man slept all night, but was woken up by the sound of the crane the next day.

Kong Que and several workers are working together to repair the statue of his male god.

Fang Man pulled Mi Li over and asked, "How long will it take to fix this?"

Li Mi said: "It's hard to say, it will take three or four days."

According to Fang Man's plan, he planned to go back to his hometown to pick up Gou Laosi today, and he was with Kong Que.

Kong Que was wearing a loose black shirt and was hanging in the sky, holding a brush and brushing some liquid on the statue.

Fang Man shouted on the ground: "Kong Que, are you going home with me?"

Kong Que adjusted the rope, slid down from the air, landed in front of Fang Man, and smiled, "I'll let someone arrange a plane for you."

Fang Man frowned: "You go back with me, I can wait for you to fix your male god."

Kong Que smiled and said, "That's your mother and your dog, it's enough for you to go back by yourself."

"Stop laughing," Fang Man stretched out his hand to hang the corner of Kong Que's mouth down, "We made an appointment before, you and I will pick up Gou Laosi together."

Kong Que stopped smiling, and turned his head away from Fang Man: "...your mother doesn't like me."

"It's none of my mother's business, and you don't live with my mother," Fang Man took a breath, "You made up your mind not to go, right?"

"Yes."

"Success. If you don't go, you won't go!" Fang Man blew up his thick hair and went to pack his luggage.

Eight hours later, Fang Man dragged his suitcase and stood in front of the house.

Gou Laosi smelled Fang Man from a long distance away, and ran towards the door, Fang Man also smelled Gou Laosi's dog smell, and hid behind the door.

Gou Laosi ran out, but couldn't see Fang Man, so he spun around in a hurry, Fang Man jumped out from behind the door and threw himself on Gou Laosi.

"Goofy!!!"

"Hachihachi... Aww!!!"

Gou Lao Si yelled, wagged his tail frantically, ran in circles for a while, stood upright and picked Fang Man's clothes, wishing to become one with Fang Man.

Fang Man picked up Gou Laosi and shook him, Gou Laosi stuck out his tongue and licked his face wildly.

Fang Man turned his head and said with a smile: "Goou Lao Si, why are you so thin?"

"You've lost weight too." Zhou Wenya came out of the inner door in a plain dress, waving a cattail fan, and said softly, "A real person's face is a bit smaller than the one in the camera."

Fang Man put down Gou Laosi and jumped up to Zhou Wenya, "Mom, not only have I lost face, but I also have pectoral muscles!"

Fang Man lifted up his clothes, showing off his newly trained chest muscles carelessly, "Look!"

Zhou Wenya said with a headache: "I know. Be careful when you're such an adult."

Fang Man put down his clothes, hugged Zhou Wenya with long arms and legs, and said hoarsely, "I miss you."

"Pretentious." Zhou Wenya raised her hand to rub Fang Man's hair, "Let's go eat."

Fang Man jumped up and down: "What's delicious! I want to eat meat!"

On the dinner table: walnuts mixed with cucumber, fried avocado and banana, stewed tofu with seaweed.

Fang Man's eyes gradually lost their luster - as if his mother cooked the food herself.

Zhou Wenya's attainments in making dark dishes have reached the pinnacle, and she can always make low-calorie foods that others can't swallow, but she can eat with gusto.

Fang Mansheng filled a bowl of rice with no love, and said with a slumped voice: "I know how Gou Laosi lost weight. You implemented a girl group-level diet management on him, right?"

Zhou Wenya said: "I ate this myself. I wanted to take you and Xiao Que to a restaurant. Where is Xiao Que?"

The unsavory food in Fangman's bowl was even more unpalatable, "...I quarreled with him."

"Cold war is not the solution, communication is necessary."

Fang Man buried his head in cooking, and said vaguely, "It's like my dad used to coax you with shamelessness, right?"

Thinking of Fang Man's father, Fang Yuan, Zhou Wenya couldn't help but smile, "I can coax him too."

Fang Man put down his chopsticks and slumped on the rocking chair, "Anyway, this time I have to let him coax me, who is not a little wife of two hundred catties."

Zhou Wenya reminded: "Remember to arrange the abdominal muscles. Little wife."

Fang Man: "..."

Facing the strict eyes of his mother, Fang Man couldn't help but sit up from the rocking chair, "I'm going to go for a walk with Old Dog!"