After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

Hearing the last sentence, Zhou Fushen's chewing movement stopped, and the line between his jaw and collarbone suddenly tightened, and at the same time, something inexplicable was surging in his eyes, whether it was surprise or nervousness. The palm joints on his chest were making slight noises, and it took him a long time to reply: "Understood."

After talking, the other end also hung up the voice call. Zhou Fushen put down his chopsticks and picked up the phone. The cold metal touch made him calm down for a moment. He closed his eyes and thought about it carefully. After confirming that Jiang Ran would never know about this property After that, the address was sent.

After a while, Jiang Ran replied with a cold cat head emoticon with an OK gesture.

Seeing this, Zhou Fushen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately put down his cell phone. He stood up from the high stool next to the kitchen island, looked around, and suddenly felt dissatisfied with everything.

Ji Ming is obviously not a good housekeeper. The way he cleans the house is the lowest level of cleaning a university dormitory. The house decorated in a simple and cold style has become more cold and impersonal.

A house with Jiang Ran is never like this, Zhou Fushen thought, his Ran Ran has always known how to embellish life, while keeping the house spotless, he can always add warm details to those plain and rational tones, no matter Is it the succulent potted plants placed on the geometric coffee table, or the dolls of chicken cubs scattered on the light gray carpet in the living room, and the letter stickers with different words on the refrigerator every day—even though Zhou Fushen doesn’t really like these things (even tried several times) Throwing away too many chicken elements at home) But this does not prevent him from thinking about it.

But now, the house under his feet is like an unsatisfactory temporary hotel, Zhou Fu’s deep eyes are dark——Ji Ming is definitely perfunctory in secret, otherwise there would not be such a horrible thing in the refrigerator, thinking of it, he hates it He shook his hands vigorously, even after washing it a dozen times, he still felt very uncomfortable, especially since the thing was still in the kitchen trash can instead of being completely thrown out of the house.

Jiang Ran will come tomorrow, he likes warmth and excitement, so he can't just let him see this scene.As soon as this idea came up, it lingered in Zhou Fushen's mind, and drove him to do the housework by himself for the first time in his life.

First of all, he cleaned the inside and outside of the house again, even the trash cans were wiped clean. After confirming that the cleanliness could basically reach the level of receiving foreign guests at a state banquet, he began to arrange the decorations again.

First, he removed all the plain-colored pillows on the fabric sofa and replaced them with brighter colors and softer materials; then he also covered the log tables in the restaurant with warm and fresh tablecloths, and even ran away Back to the original home, he dug out many chicken cubs from the utility room and stuffed them on the bookcases and various shelves; finally, he lit scented candles with a faint herbal smell in each room in turn to ensure that the whole night is full of warmth. After the past, the fragrance of grass and trees left in the room tomorrow can just achieve a natural taste that is neither light nor heavy.

After placing the last two glasses with candles on the kitchen island, Zhou Fushen remembered that it was time to buy some ingredients in the refrigerator, so that when Jiang Ran came tomorrow, he could wear that doll outfit and use that The fluffy appearance coaxed Jiang Ran to cook for him.

The idea is perfect, but the supermarket is closed at this time, so I can only get up early tomorrow to buy. Zhou Fushen remembers that Jiang Ran usually doesn’t get up until nine or ten in the morning when he is free, and it takes more than an hour to bake biscuits, so Jiang Ran should not come too early, but just in case, he still decided to get up at six o'clock and go out.

After setting the alarm clock, Zhou Fushen sent another text message to Ji Ming, telling him not to come tomorrow, so as not to run into Jiang Ran by chance.

……

After finishing all this, it was almost late at night, but Zhou Fushen was still a little excited. At this moment, he was like a young boy who secretly invited someone to talk to at school while his parents were not at home. He suppressed the restlessness in his heart even if he wanted to Can't live.

But when he noticed this, he frowned subconsciously, trying to restrain the emotion.

Because everything that cannot be controlled is dangerous to him, including emotions.

If I have to give an argument, it is that once upon a time, when he was able to control his emotions well and maintain inner peace and indifference-his successful performance made Jiang Ran fall in love with him, and after he obtained the seven emotions and six desires, the situation It got out of control, Jiang Ran left him, and he also started to worry about gains and losses, and felt restless because of these trivial matters every day.

It can be seen that having emotions is not a good thing, but Jiang Ran is the beginning of all emotions in his life.

Before that, he had never even experienced throbbing.

When he was young, when the peers around him were doing some stupid things because of puberty hormones, Zhou Fushen faced the chocolate that suddenly appeared on the desk, and the girls gathered around the door after class, shoving and booing, and the boys were either envious or envious. Staring at him full of hostility, his only feeling is absurd—people can waste time on such boring and roundabout methods of courtship. Compared with the behavior of directly using force to obtain a spouse in ancient times, it is simply absurd. He didn't know how inefficient it would be. At that time, he thought that maybe human beings might be going downhill in this respect.

Of course, some people may argue that having a sense of morality and knowing how to respect others is the proof of the evolutionary superiority of human beings, but Zhou Fushen scoffed at this. Nietzsche once said that morality is only used by low-level groups. Fictions that hinder the superior man, he took it very seriously.When he met Jiang Ran for the first time, his behavior could have been more extreme and aggressive, but due to the secular and legal regulations, he could only take a step-by-step approach to obtain the formal mating rights with Jiang Ran.

But it was also because of this that he was able to enjoy the fun of dating Jiang Ran again and again, and the time spent in meaningless courtship made him feel happy, so Nietzsche might be talking nonsense.

After taking a shower and washing away the sweat and dust, Zhou Fushen returned to the bedroom, leaned against the bedside and turned on the computer. In the monitoring screen, Jiang Ran was sleeping on his back. He saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured: " Good night, my burning, see you tomorrow."

……

The next day, under the cold light of the morning light at the end of April, Zhou Fushen came back from the supermarket in full armor wearing a hat and sunglasses. What was about to happen today filled him with anticipation, so much so that when he went to the underground parking lot to pick up his car, he Even in a good mood, he helped a slow-moving pregnant woman block the elevator door.

The pregnant woman looked like she had just gone to the supermarket to buy something, with a big bag and a small bag in her hand, but there was not even a helper around her.

She hurried into the elevator with small steps and breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her head and smiled gratefully at Zhou Fushen, then saw the shopping bag in Zhou Fushen's hand, and said with emotion: "It's rare for a man to come out to buy vegetables. Do you live alone?"

Zhou Fushen was not interested in this kind of small talk at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he read a pity for single men from it, so he quickly denied it: "No, they were all bought for my wife. late."

The pregnant woman obviously didn't believe it, and said with a smile: "Is it ice cream too?"

She looked down at the Haagen-Dazs bag on Zhou Fushen's right hand.

"Yeah, he loves this food the most. I used to supervise him to eat less." Zhou Fushen said helplessly: "But who made him promise me yesterday that he would bake me small biscuits at home, so it's a courtesy , I decided to reward him with ice cream."

Hearing the dog abuse in his words, the pregnant woman said enviously: "You two are really loving."

Zhou Fu smiled deeply: "Does that need to be said?"

Pregnant woman: "..."

The elevator opened with a ding, Zhou Fushen walked out calmly, opened the door and got in the car, he did not forget to confirm the progress with Jiang Ran via WeChat.

Matcha Stuffed Daifuku: [Your cutie is awake!Are there any biscuits to feed? 】

After the message was sent out, there was no response for a long time. It must have just woken up and rolled back and forth on the bed. Zhou Fushen imagined the scene, and his heart became hot unconsciously, even worse than drinking a bowl in the cold winter months. The hot soup also makes people feel hot.

Back home, put the ice cream and ingredients in the refrigerator, Zhou Fushen found out the chicken cub doll outfit again, after carefully combing it with a comb, he put it on his body - because he didn't know when Jiang Ran would come, he decided to do it in advance Better to be prepared.

Just put on the heavy fluffy clothes, when a WeChat reminder came from the mobile phone, the chicken cub staggered over to pick it up, and saw Jiang Ran's reply on WeChat: [It's roasting, it's roasting! 】

Zhou Fushen tickled the corner of his mouth in the doll costume—he didn't believe it.

Across a screen, he could seem to see Jiang Ran answering with a sleepy face while holding his mobile phone, looking for clothes to wear everywhere, moving his fingers, and he replied.

Matcha stuffing Daifuku: [put more butter, less sugar]

Jiang Ran: [Put more butter, you are not married yet, are you just so depraved? 】

Matcha filling Daifuku: [Don't wrong me, I have paid a lot to maintain the attractiveness of courtship, I have the opportunity to let you feel my abs]

Jiang Ran: [Didn't I feel it yesterday?A whole piece, round, fat and fluffy]

Matcha filling Daifuku:【Σ(っ°Д°;)っ】

Jiang Ran: [Alright, don't bother me to inject soul into the biscuits]

Seeing this, Zhou Fushen didn't reply anymore. He put down his phone and touched the belly of a doll pretending to be a chicken cub with his wings, and found that it was really what Jiang Ran described. Fascinated, he shook his head helplessly. He walked to the mirror and began to practice the various poses and movements of the chick.

Will Jiang Ran like this?Would he want to see what I look like under my dick suit?

Moving clumsily in front of the mirror, Zhou Fushen couldn't restrain himself from circling these thoughts in his mind. Excitement and anxiety entangled and took root in his body like a mess. He couldn't restrain himself from counting Jiang Ran's biscuits. And the time it took to drive here, so abruptly, the sun began to set in the afternoon, but there was no movement outside the door.

He has placed the exquisite placemats on the table back and forth several times. Zhou Fushen couldn't hold back the anxiety. Just as he was about to send a message to ask, his phone vibrated suddenly. It's ridiculous to say, but he really feels like His whole body was charged, and he couldn't wait to pick up the phone immediately, but the news that caught his eyes after unlocking it made him stiff for a moment: [I'm in a hurry here, and I can't send you the biscuits in person, but I sent I ordered the same city express, it should arrive before evening, remember to sign for receipt. 】