Raise birds when the forest grows

I want it so much, but I can't help but beg for mercy in the second half.

There is no way, Feng Jian has good skills, strong physical strength, and his endurance is several layers higher than him. Apart from willing to bow down, Lin Wurong has no other ideas at all.

Fortunately, Feng Jian always had more pity for him than desire, seeing his miserable expression, slowed down his movements to let him catch his breath, and kissed away a few tears that were forced out by the way.

Lin Wurong took the opportunity to gasp a few times, and the frenzy in his body was calmed down a bit.

He straightened up and wanted to kiss Feng Jian, but he didn't expect Ju Dao to shrink involuntarily because of the change in posture.

Feng Jian gasped for a few short breaths, lowered his head and bit his lips cruelly and said, "You really think of me as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!"

Lin Wurong realized that he had made a big mistake, and Feng Jian's words revealed a bit of danger.

Unfortunately, Feng Jian didn't give him a chance to explain.

The voice was still in the air, Xiao Feng Jian seemed to be crazy, and quickly and vigorously thrust.

This time, Lin Wurong was really suffering beyond words.

Chrysanthemum Road was stabbed open again and again, and there was no gap for a little recovery.

All the groans froze in the throat, unable to yell out or swallow.

Feng Jian entered fiercely and fiercely every time, and the lower bodies of the two kept making slapping sounds, which sounded more erotic than the previous moans.

The single sofa was even more overwhelmed. Not only did it sound like it was about to fall apart, it was also moved by Feng Jian.

Lin Wurong stared out of his sockets, but he couldn't see clearly.

He was really worried that sparks would come out if the friction continued like this.

Finally, after a heavy blow, Feng Jian let out a low growl in a hoarse voice, and his whole body was pressed against Lin Wurong, motionless.

Xiao Feng Jian swelled and spit out a large amount of semen, which completely filled the gap in the condom.

Xiao Lin, who had already swollen to the point of pain, also ejaculated at the same time, and the semen mixed with sweat wet the bases of their legs.

After a while, Xiao Xiaolin and Xiao Feng Jian completely softened.

Feng Jian slowly withdrew and stepped back, kissing Lin Wurong's forehead and eyelids from time to time.

Lin Wurong closed his eyes, enjoying his tenderness.

At this moment, the sweet feeling even surpassed the pleasure brought by the violent sex just now, and it was the real intimacy.

"I sweated a lot." Feng Jian touched his wet hair roots, "Let's wash it again, let's go together."

"Okay." Lin Wurong replied lazily.

While Feng Jian went to put the bath water, Lin Wurong stood up and stretched.

Being confined on the sofa and maintaining a similar posture all the time, the back pain is always inevitable, and it is a kind of enjoyment to be able to stretch out now.

When his gaze slipped across the bedroom inadvertently, he froze immediately.

A chill ran from his back to his head, and goosebumps all over his body stood up.

Yuan Ya, who was supposed to be sleeping, stood at the door of the bedroom.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and most of Yuan Ya's body was hidden in the darkness.

Obviously there is no entity, but Lin Wurong can really feel that there are two eyes patrolling his body full of traces of love.

There was indifference in the gaze, and a hint of disgust that never faded.

29 The Real Yuan Ya

After taking his sick leave, Lin Wurong returned to being a nine-to-five office worker.

There was a fire and people died before. Only a small part of the entire office building was usable, and most of the samples were destroyed. In the past few weeks, everyone's tasks have been focused on cleaning the laboratory and replenishing samples.

Lin Wurong has followed 5 projects and needs to contact 7 companies to complete 27 samples. After work, he is very busy.

Some companies have a good attitude and readily agree to make up another copy.

Some are less kind.

It's not bad to speak yin and yang, but a contact directly scolded Lin Wurong on the phone.

Because he had signed the entrustment contract, Lin Wurong didn't dare to offend the other party, so he could only be humble, and begged with a smile, with the purpose of getting the samples back.

During these days, he was running around to fetch things from various enterprises in the city, and he was as tired as a dog every day.

When I get home at night, I just want to go to bed and rest, nothing else, and I don’t want to think about anything else.

That day, when he discovered Yuan Ya was peeping, he finally couldn't help telling Feng Jian how he felt.

Feng Jian's immediate reaction after hearing this was one of surprise, then he frowned, and remained silent for half an hour.

In the end, he helplessly comforted Lin Wurong and said that what Yuan Ya hates should not be him, but herself.

Lin Wurong was surprised.

He still remembered that Feng Jian once said that Yuan Ya was his bodyguard, and because he was seriously injured, it stands to reason that the relationship between the two should be very close.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

Lin Wurong wanted to ask why, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

After that day, Feng Jian was obviously much more depressed than before, he would frown slightly inadvertently, and the lake in his eyes was no longer calm.

After returning home one day, Lin Wurong smelled a faint smell of tobacco on Feng Jian.

From the first day he knew Feng Jian, he had never seen Feng Jian smoking.

I couldn't even find a speck of soot at home.

Lin Wurong thought it was because he had a meeting with his colleagues that he got the infection, until he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and saw Feng Jian standing on the balcony with his head half raised, staring at the dark sky in a daze.

A large piece of white ash hangs on the cigarette held between his fingers, which is precarious.

Lin Wurong crept open the balcony sliding door.

The sound of the pulleys between the cracks of the door startled the soot.

Feng Jian turned around and threw the cigarette that was about to burn out into the disposable paper cup at hand.

"Why are you awake at this hour?"

Feng Jian hugged him and rubbed his chin on the top of his head.

"Get up and go to the bathroom. Can't you sleep?"

Lin Wurong hugged Feng Jian's waist with his backhand, and there was still a hint of drowsy hoarseness in his voice.

"Well, there are some things I can't find a way out of."

"What's the matter? Can you tell me? Although I may not be able to help you solve it, but there is such a saying, share happiness with others, and you will get double happiness. Share troubles with others, and you will only have half troubles." Lin Wurong's eyes became more energetic, and he fixedly looked at him.

Feng Jian was amused by his witty words, and tightened his arms, as if he wanted to use this to gain some support.

After pondering for a while, he said: "An elder begged me to keep a secret, and I agreed. At that time, I thought that it would be better for everyone not to tell the truth. But when things came to an end, I discovered that the pain of keeping a secret The pressure was a lot more than I thought it would be. And no matter what I said or didn't say, someone was already hurt. I wanted to make amends, but I couldn't think of a good way."

Feng Jian spoke cryptically, and Lin Wurong got the general idea.

Considering Feng Jian's identity, he guessed that the whole matter should be related to the Bifang clan, so naturally he couldn't ask more details.

At this moment, Lin Wurong truly realized that there was an insurmountable gap between him and Feng Jian.

He is not qualified to know the details, so naturally he can't talk about making suggestions.

It seemed that there was very little he could do other than hugging him foolishly and giving him some warmth and care.

Lowering his head and pressing against Feng Jian's chest, Lin Wurong felt a strange bitterness in his throat.

After hugging each other tightly for a while, Feng Jian let go of his embrace, lowered his head and kissed Lin Wurong's cool lips.

"I found that your words made sense. No matter how difficult it was before, I had to hold on alone, and sometimes I felt very hard. Now I have one more person who can listen to my bitterness, and I feel much more relaxed. Thank you for being with me at this moment By my side, share half of the troubles away."

Lin Wurong raised his head, the smile on his lips was so gentle, Feng Jian couldn't help himself, and kissed him again.

The tight lips are moist and soft, without a trace of lust.

Like the new stamens in early spring and the sunrise on Xuefeng, with hope and emotion.

The so-called beauty in the world is not as good as this!

It took two weeks, except for two couriers that were still on the way, Lin Wurong had completed all the samples.

Today is Friday, before he got off work, he called Feng Jian to discuss whether to skip dinner at night.

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jian said softly on the phone: "You come back first. Yuan Ya has transformed into a human form."

Hearing this news, Lin Wurong was in a daze, and he didn't even notice when Feng Jian hung up the phone.

Subconsciously, he always felt that Yuan Ya's transformation from a bird to a human was an earth-shattering event, not to mention that it would be accompanied by lightning and thunder, at least there must be some visions.

How could it happen so casually?

Lin Wurong thought about this matter upside down, and found that he gradually became restless.

Yuan Ya broke her shell ahead of time, which is considered premature according to human terms.

Will it be physically weak, or have congenital deficiencies?

Did he become a child or an adult?

If it was a child, would Feng Jian still need to raise him?

Bi Fang's average lifespan can reach [-] years, how old can Yuan Ya grow in a year?

Need to go to school?

Most importantly, will Feng Jian agree to participate in the upbringing himself?

Messy thoughts were tossing and turning in his head, and the weird sense of joy dominated his reason, making him unable to calm down at all.

There were still two hours before the end of get off work, and Lin Wurong felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could put on his wings and fly home.

When he confirmed that the leader would not come back after going out for a meeting, he immediately greeted his colleagues and sneaked out of the office building.

His eagerness made him unwilling to wait for the bus, so he directly stopped a taxi and rushed back.

With an impulse that reached his forehead, Lin Wurong ran to the fifth floor in one breath.

He touched his pocket and found that he had forgotten the key in the unit, so he had to ring the doorbell.

The door opened, and Lin Wurong stood there blankly, with his mouth half open, not knowing what to say.

It was a tall strange man who came to open the door.

His hair is short, his skin is white and pink, and there are almost no pores on his face.

The facial features are somewhat similar to Feng Jian's, with a bit of immaturity in his brows and eyes, making him appear younger.

With broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, he has the same figure as Feng Jian, so good that it makes people drool.

Lin Wurong was stunned, not because the other party only wore a pair of underwear, exposing his good figure.

But because of those eyes.

There was indifference and a trace of undisguised disgust bursting out of the dark brown eyes.

30 Tit for Tat

Lin Wurong was in a daze at the door, and Yuan Ya glanced at him and asked, "Can you come in?"

Yuan Ya's voice was very clear, it was very different from Feng Jian's deep and soft voice, and it was as pleasant as it sounds.

Lin Wurong nodded, and was caught off guard as soon as he stepped into the door and was crushed against the wall beside the door.

Seeing Yuan Ya's vigorous facial features zooming in rapidly in his sight, Lin Wurong didn't have time to say anything.

His lips were hit hard, and his teeth were numb with pain.

Lin Wurong subconsciously opened his mouth to breathe out the pain, and Yuan Ya took the opportunity to push a small ball between his lips and teeth with his tongue.

The ball enters the mouth, and when it touches the saliva, it instantly melts into a liquid that exudes a cold fragrance, and flows down the throat into the stomach.

Yuan Ya seemed to press him against the wall just to make him swallow the bead.

Seeing Lin Wurong swallow unconsciously in his throat, he immediately let go of his hands and stepped back a few steps to look at him.

Lin Wurong was frightened, bent down and retched a few times, but found that he couldn't vomit anything, so he asked fearfully, "What did you eat for me?"

"Reward." Yuan Ya's tone was friendlier than his expression, "Thank you for helping me."

Lin Wurong rubbed his neck, unable to turn around.

The refreshing cold fragrance still lingers in the mouth, it doesn't look like something harmful.

Is it true that as Feng Jian said, the person Yuan Ya hates is not herself but him?

After Yuan Ya finished explaining, she left Lin Wurong alone in the living room, and went back to the bedroom by herself, apparently not intending to continue the conversation.

Lin Wurong thought for a while, then walked slowly through the living room to the door of the bedroom.

Yuan Ya was sitting in front of the computer, looking at something expressionlessly.

He stood there for 3 minutes, watching Yuan Ya remain in the same posture without even raising his eyelids.

Really, it was completely ignored!

Lin Wurong felt a little embarrassed, so he coughed lightly, trying to get Yuan Ya's attention.

But Yuan Ya still stared at the computer intently, ignoring it at all.

As a last resort, Lin Wurong walked into the bedroom, stood at the table and asked softly, "What did you feed me just now?"

"Not poison."

"Whether it's poison or not, can you not be so casual next time?"

Not knowing what was being said, Yuan Ya was finally willing to turn her gaze, glanced at Lin Wurong and said, "There will be no next time."

Lin Wurong was choked, and instantly felt that there was no need to continue, so he changed the subject and asked, "Where did Feng Jian go?"

Yuan Ya still looked at the computer, carelessly lost an answer.

"out."

One sentence made Lin Wurong unable to take up the topic.

He could tell that Yuan Ya didn't hate her, but she was very alienated.

Even so, he didn't want to put his hot face on the cold ass of the other party.

Back in the living room, Lin Wurong took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Feng Jian.

Before dialing, the sound of a key opening the door came from the door.

Accompanied by the sound of music, Feng Jian walked in with a bag in one hand and a pocket in the other.

The first time he saw Lin Wurong, he was stunned, and even raised his phone to look at it.

The two put down their phones at the same time, and asked at the same time.

"where did you go?"

"Why are you so early?"

Because of the tacit understanding again, Lin Wurong couldn't help laughing.

Feng Jian put the things in his hands on the sofa, looked into the room, and asked solemnly, "Did you see Yuan Ya?"

Seeing him like this, Lin Wurong suppressed a faint smile on his lips, and said softly, "I forgot to bring the key, he opened the door."

"Huh? Oh. Mmm..."

Feng Jian said three modal particles in one breath, and before he could say anything else, his face froze suddenly.

Just as Lin Wurong was about to ask, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yuan Ya standing at the door of the bedroom, watching them quietly.

Seeing Yuan Ya's indifferent expression, Lin Wurong recalled the scene of being fed just now, his heartstrings tensed, and his eyes unconsciously moved elsewhere.

The three of them had their own thoughts, but they didn't speak for a long time, and the scene fell into a strange silence.

Feeling everyone's embarrassment, Feng Jian coughed, picked up all the paper bags on the sofa and handed them to Yuan Ya, "They are all new, go try to see if they fit."

Yuan Ya took the things silently, went back to the bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

Seeing Yuan Ya disappear, Lin Wurong heaved a sigh of relief, relaxed and asked Feng Jian, "Have you gone out to buy clothes?"

"Well, Yuan Ya is stronger than me, so it doesn't suit me to wear my clothes. Besides, he can't always wear my clothes, so I bought him new clothes."

"When did he become a human? Today?"

"It should be this morning, very suddenly. When I came back from the company after the meeting, he had already turned into a human, a week earlier than I estimated."

In the middle of the whispered conversation between the two, Yuan Ya came out of the bedroom.

Seeing Yuan Ya in white shirt and jeans, Lin Wurong couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Bi Fang's figures are really good, one and two have broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs, making it difficult for people to look away.

Looking at Yuan Ya's young and pretty face, saying that he is a college freshman will not arouse suspicion at all.

"It's not bad, the size is just right." Feng Jian greeted her with a smile, wanting to pat Yuan Ya on the shoulder.

Yuan Ya took two steps forward, just avoiding Feng Jian's movements.

Lin Wurong watched Yuan Ya approaching him, worried that he would do something strange in front of Feng Jian, so he backed away involuntarily.

Accidentally kicked his heel to the foot of the sofa, his body staggered, and he was about to fall.

At this moment, he felt his arms tightened suddenly, apparently being held by someone.

Yuan Ya let go of her hand and stared at Lin Wurong, who had a somewhat panicked expression: "Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Yuan Ya, and I am a Bifang bird. I know your name is Lin Wurong, and you are my breeder. According to the Bifang clan You have the right to ask me to take care of you for the rest of your life. If you haven't figured it out yet, you can keep this right until you die."

Hearing Yuan Ya's words, Lin Wurong opened his mouth half-open, and his thinking froze for a moment.

Yuan Ya's eyes were bright and sharp, like feathered arrows with sharp horns, nailing his body and thinking ability so hard that he could not move.

He couldn't help but look at Feng Jian's reaction.

Unexpectedly, when his eyes moved a little, Yuan Ya's body also moved slightly, and the angle was well adjusted, completely blocking Feng Jian.

Just when Lin Wurong didn't know what to say, Feng Jian came out from behind Yuan Ya.

He stuck to Lin Wurong's side, gently held Lin Wurong's wrist, pulled him aside, and bore Yuan Ya's scorching gaze.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Jian asked with a frown.

Yuan Ya's eyes stayed on the wrist held by Feng Jian for a few seconds, she raised her face and said calmly, "I just want to reassure him, don't worry that no one will repay you in the future, even after I knock you into the dust."

31 Home Cooking Husband

"Drip, drip, drip..."

"Xiao Lin, the machine has been calling for a long time, Xiao Lin..."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I didn't notice."

After being reminded by his colleagues, Lin Wurong realized that his mind was very distracted, so he hurriedly checked the analysis results and recorded the data.

The colleague looked to the left and right, then quietly approached him, put his shoulders on his shoulders and asked, "Did you hear that too?"

"What did you hear?" Lin Wurong was at a loss.

"About the merger of the units! The rumors are crazy. It is said that the Zhong X Group has been coveting several brands of the unit for a long time. Once this fire broke out, it just gave them an excuse to eat us into the group. I see a lot of people recently Just like you, I don’t have the mind to work, especially the old comrades who will retire in two years.”

Lin Wurong reacted immediately after being slightly stunned, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He lowered his voice and responded, "I've heard of it. But it's not our turn to worry about this kind of thing. It's the leaders who have the most influence. We are responsible for finishing the work and getting paid monthly."

The colleague smiled and said, "That's right. But the emperor changes the courtiers. The top affects the middle, and the middle affects the people. The directors are panicked, and we are also nervous."

The other party said a few more words, seeing that Lin Wurong's reaction was not enthusiastic, he stopped gossiping and continued working.

Lin Wurong frowned slightly, hurriedly finished the work in hand, and slipped into a secluded corner in a daze.

He forgot all the gossip and gossips in the unit after hearing them, and all his thoughts fell on the two Bi Fangniao.

It has been almost two weeks since Yuan Ya uttered that harsh word.

Lin Wurong thought that Yuan Ya would do something unfavorable to Feng Jian, so he was worried to death.

Unexpectedly, for more than ten days, the two lived under the same roof, and the situation has been peaceful.

It was so quiet that Lin Wurong began to wonder if he had misunderstood Yuan Ya's original intention.

After getting off work, Lin Wurong looked at the cloudy and rainy sky, and walked into the rain holding an umbrella.

I don’t know why God is sad these days. It has been raining for a week, and the whole city is soaked, and there is water everywhere.

In such bad weather a few days ago, Feng Jian would always drive and wait for him at the intersection, so as not to squeeze him into the wet bus.

Feng Jian went to Guangzhou for a business trip four days ago, so he couldn't enjoy this kind of young master treatment.

Looking at the crowded carriage, Lin Wurong sighed resignedly, and stuck in the crowd with all his might.

Back home with the semi-finished products bought from the supermarket, Lin Wurong started to wash vegetables and rice for dinner.

When I looked up and saw a row of semi-wet clothes hanging on the balcony, I realized that I had no clean underwear to change today.

He hesitated for a moment, then went straight upstairs.

After pressing the doorbell, Yuan Ya answered the door very quickly.

Lin Wurong smiled at him who was expressionless and said, "Sorry, I'm here to get something."

Yuan Ya didn't speak, but just turned sideways to get out of the way.

Walking into the bedroom, Lin Wurong was dumbfounded.

Is this still the house I am familiar with?

The sofa is covered with balls of clothes, and there are bowls of instant noodles and unopened drinks on the dining table, with all kinds of flavors.

There are all kinds of sundries on the ground, and they vary by region.

Around the sofa are mostly drink bottles, fruit peels and used paper towels, and by the dining table are scraps of instant noodles and some seasoning powder.

A black garbage bag was leaning against the foot of the table, which was filled with finished instant noodle bowls.

There was a black mark of about ten centimeters on the originally clean ground, like the remnant of some dirty water after it dried up.

The broom head leaning against the wall had turned into a clump, and there were still some dust lumps on it, which looked half wet and half dry and not very clean.

Lin Wurong looked around and found that only Yuan Ya was the neatest person in the living room.

"Take what?"

Yuan Ya didn't seem to see Lin Wurong's surprised expression, so she asked calmly.

"Uh, I'll find it myself."

Lin Wurong walked carefully through the living room to the bedroom.

Fortunately, the bedroom has not been spoiled, and everything is in place.

Lin Wurong took the clothes from the drawer and was about to leave.

When I walked through the living room, I saw Yuan Ya was unpacking instant noodles.

Looking at the pile of rubbish at his feet, Lin Wurong walked over involuntarily.

"You haven't been eating instant noodles these days, have you?"

Yuan Ya didn't speak, just pressed her pale pink lips tightly, and the movement of her hands paused for a moment.

Seeing him like this, he knew that he had guessed right, and Lin Wurong couldn't bear it.

As an otaku, what is it like to eat instant noodles for several days in a row? He is too experienced.

Even thinking about it now, I still feel like vomiting.

"I bought some food and plan to cook dinner by myself. If you want, you can go downstairs to eat with me."

Yuan Ya put down the seasoning bag in her hand, and turned to look at him.

Seeing his hesitation, Lin Wurong thought he was unwilling.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ya suddenly said: "I don't know how to cook. I have been in eggs for more than 700 years, I have to learn too much, and I don't have time to learn how to cook."

Lin Wurong was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously said, "It's okay, I'll do it."

Hearing these words, Yuan Ya completely put aside the instant noodles and walked out.

When he reached the door, he held the handle, turned his head and asked Lin Wurong who was still in a daze, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Let's go, wait for me."

When she came to Lin Wurong's house, Yuan Ya didn't treat herself as an outsider, she just sat on the sofa carelessly as soon as she entered the door.

Lin Wurong regarded him as a guest, so naturally he would not ask him for help.

When he came out of the kitchen several times, he saw Yuan Ya looking around, obviously very interested in his family.

In less than half an hour, Lin Wurong finished two dishes and put them on the dining table.

"Let's eat."

Lin Wurong invited Yuan Ya to "take a seat" with a smile.

Yuan Ya remained expressionless, picked up the chopsticks and took a small mouthful of food into her mouth.

After chewing slowly for a few times, he raised his eyes to look at Lin Wurong, picked up his rice bowl, took a big bite on the white rice and started eating.

In less than 10 minutes after eating a meal, the two vegetable bowls were upside down.

Lin Wurong noticed that Yuan Ya put the last bit of rice into his mouth and chewed it for a long time before swallowing it. Then he held the chopsticks in one hand and the empty rice bowl in the other, his eyes rolled back and forth, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Lin Wurong couldn't help asking him.

The food is finished, what does this guy have to say?

Yuan Ya pursed her lips, looked up at Lin Wurong, and said something.

"Is there more?"

32 some people some things

Lin Wurong was a little embarrassed.

To be honest, he wasn't full either.

Letting Yuan Ya come to eat was just a moment of soft-heartedness.

Originally, I only prepared the amount of food for myself, but now I let two big men share it. Even if I added a vegetarian dish, it was obviously not enough.

"wait for me."

Lin Wurong opened the refrigerator, took out the only two eggs, made poached eggs, put a few drops of soy sauce on them, and put them in front of Yuan Ya.

Looking at Huang Chengcheng's eggs, Yuan Ya sniffed, and then asked, "Where's yours?"

"I'm full, you can eat." When Lin Wurong spoke, there was a smile in his eyes that he didn't realize.

Yuan Ya lifted the chopsticks and gently pinched it, the thin and tender egg skin broke open, and the semi-solidified egg yolk leaked out immediately.

Seeing his chopsticks stopped, Lin Wurong hurriedly said: "Don't worry, it's cooked, so the yellow ones are delicious."

After he finished speaking, Yuan Ya wiped out the two eggs, leaving only some translucent oily spots on the plate.

Lin Wurong was very worried that he was not full, so he stared blankly.

Apart from these two eggs at home, the only thing that can be eaten quickly is instant noodles.

Fortunately, this time Yuan Ya put down her chopsticks and said thank you.

His expression was softer than usual.

In a daze, Lin Wurong felt as if he saw Feng Jian's eyes looking at him.

When cleaning up the dishes, Lin Wurong suggested: "Tomorrow is the weekend, I want to go upstairs and clean up the house."

"Why?" Yuan Ya asked.

"Don't you think it's a bit dirty?" Lin Wurong thought about the picture he saw, and felt that Feng Jian would definitely go crazy when he came back and saw it.

Yuan Ya was silent for a moment, then said, "As you wish."

Standing by the sink to wash the dishes, Lin Wurong suddenly heard other sounds that seemed to be mixed with the splashing water, and it became louder and louder.

He turned his head and saw that Yuan Ya walked into the kitchen with the cell phone she was singing on.

The phone was handed to him, and the name displayed on the screen was Feng Jian.

Lin Wurong took the phone in a hurry, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Yuan Ya.

Yuan Ya returned to her habitual appearance, walked out indifferently without looking at him.

When Lin Wurong pressed the answer button, he heard a bang outside, and the door was slammed shut.

The mobile phone was attached to the ear, and Feng Jian's deep and gentle voice came immediately.

For a moment, Lin Wurong realized that he missed Feng Jian very much.

There is an impulse from the bottom of my heart, I wish I could just buy a plane ticket and fly to him.

"What are you doing? I really want to hear the sound of water."

"I just finished eating and I'm washing the dishes." Lin Wurong turned off the tap, walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

"It's so late! Working overtime?"

"No, I... did it myself, so it's a bit late."

Feng Jian smiled softly, "I'll make it for you when I come back the day after tomorrow."

The two chatted for another ten minutes, and Feng Jian took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Lin Wurong raised his head halfway, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then got up and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

The next day, the pattering rain finally stopped, and the long-lost sunshine was willing to come out to have a face-to-face meeting with everyone.

Lin Wurong stood at the door of Feng Jian's house and hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell.

Ever since Yuan Ya lived with him, he never used the key Feng Jian gave him.

After entering the door, he rolled up his sleeves and worked without saying a word.

This time Yuan Ya took the initiative to help.

But seeing his clumsy movements, Lin Wurong worried that he would help more and more.

Sure enough, when Yuan Ya stuffed all the clothes into the washing machine regardless of the color shades, Lin Wurong rushed over to stop him from turning on the power.

"Go and rest, leave it to me here."

Lin Wurong tried to persuade Yuan Ya while taking out his clothes.

Yuan Ya really heard this, and went back to the bedroom to browse the webpage.

After being busy for a full three hours, Lin Wurong finally took the time to sit down on the sofa to catch his breath.

The ground was swept and mopped, but it was changed back to its original state. The garbage was thrown into the trash bin downstairs, the food on the table was put into the cabinet, and only the washing machine was still working hard.

Hearing the sound of the drum turning in his ears, Lin Wurong gradually felt his eyelids start to fight.

Half-dream and half-awake, the surroundings seemed very quiet, and his body was unusually warm. It seemed that someone was sitting beside him, looking at him motionless.

He frowned slightly, and it took a lot of effort to open his eyelids.

Yuan Ya sat on the sofa next to each other. The moment the four eyes met, he straightened his body and said softly, "The washing machine stopped."

Lin Wurong looked at him blankly, and it took two seconds to realize what he said.

"Oh, I'm going to dry the clothes."

He got up in a hurry, and a thin quilt slipped from his body and fell to the ground.

Before he could bend down, Yuan Ya quickly picked it up and brought it back to the bedroom.

Lin Wurong walked into the bathroom and found that the washing machine had been stopped for a while, and he couldn't even hear the beep that could last for 5 minutes.

There were quite a lot of washed clothes, and there were not enough drying racks in Feng Jian's house. Lin Wurong thought about it and took two T-shirts back to his home.

After a whole morning in the sun, the clothes I washed a few days ago are completely dry.

Lin Wurong cleaned up the space and hung up the newly washed clothes.

After finishing all the work, he stretched himself and planned to go to bed for a while.

While undressing, I heard someone ring the doorbell.

Lin Wurong hurriedly put on his T-shirt again and rushed to open the door.

Yuan Ya, who was tall and long-legged, blocked the door and asked in a natural tone: "When are you cooking?"

Lin Wurong was dumbfounded.

This matter was completely out of his plan, not to mention that there was not even a vegetable leaf left at home, what to do with it?

"Sorry, I didn't buy food today. How about ordering takeaway for you. It will be delivered soon with the APP."

After the words came out of his mouth, Lin Wurong felt a little regretful.

A little disappointment flashed across Yuan Ya's expression, especially his eyes, which seemed like a stray dog ​​that was despised by others, without the previous brilliance.

Just as he was considering whether to change his words, the phone rang in the corridor.

Yuan Ya took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket to look at it.

Lin Wurong couldn't help taking a sneak peek.

What was displayed on the screen was a string of numbers, apparently an unfamiliar number.

"who are you?"

Yuan Ya asked indifferently, and suddenly there was a high-pitched cry from the other end of the phone, which was full of joy, and even Lin Wurong was taken aback.

Yuan Ya subconsciously pulled the phone away from her ear, and Lin Wurong immediately heard an excited voice saying quickly, "Yuan Ya! It's really you! You were born! I only found out after contacting Feng Jian..."

Yuan Ya put the phone back to his ear again, and Lin Wurong heard him ask in doubt again: "Yongyan?"

With these two words, he instantly remembered the beautiful man who had a good chat with Feng Jian back then.

33 Secret

This phone call was not hidden from Lin Wurong at all, Yuan Ya was standing at the door of his house.

The other party was talking almost the entire time, so Yuan Ya hummed twice, with an impatient expression on her face, and finally spit out three words "Got it" as the end.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Ya said to Lin Wurong, "Come out to dinner with me, Yong Yan wants to treat you."

Lin Wurong opened his mouth slightly, not understanding how this matter got in touch with him.

To Lin Wurong's ears, Yuan Ya's tone was very natural, as if she didn't think she would refuse.

Where did this enigmatic confidence come from?

"No need." Lin Wurong felt a little conflicted in his heart, "You were the one invited, so it's inconvenient for me to go."

Yuan Ya blinked, obviously never thinking about being rejected.

He was silent for two seconds, and then said again: "You have to eat too. Besides, Yong Yan is not a human being, so he won't mind."

Lin Wurong noticed that there was a slight pause when he spoke, followed by the phrase "not a human being".

After he reacted, he realized that Yuan Ya had made a cold joke unintentionally.

For a moment, he couldn't hold back, he laughed twice, and the slightest discomfort in his heart dissipated.

"What is it if it's not a human?" Lin Wurong asked with a smile on his face.

"It's Feng, Phoenix's Phoenix." Yuan Ya replied seriously.

Aroused by Yuan Ya's words, Lin Wurong went back to his room, changed his clothes, and went out with him.

Neither of them knew the address on the text message, so they simply took a taxi there.

Only when he arrived at the place did Lin Wurong know that the restaurant Yong Yan had reserved was a relatively high-end western restaurant.

Walking into the restaurant, Lin Wurong immediately saw Yong Yan sitting on the window seat.

Yong Yan kept watching the door, and when he saw the two, he immediately stood up and waved to Yuan Ya.

After the three sat down, Yuan Ya introduced to Yong Yan, "This is Lin Wurong, my breeder."

Breeder?

It was the first time Lin Wurong heard this name, and he gave him a puzzled look.

But it was obvious that Yong Yan was no stranger. After hearing Yuan Ya's words, he was surprised at first, then smiled brighter than a flower, and winked at Yuan Ya by the way.

"It turns out that you are Lin Wurong, and you have known your name for a long time."

Yong Yan stretched out his hand, grabbed Lin Wurong's hand on the table and shook it.

"You know me?" Lin Wurong was surprised.

"I haven't met each other, but I heard Feng Jian mentioned you." Yong Yan was so excited that he didn't notice Yuan Ya's face change at all.

"When can I eat?" Yuan Ya interrupted their conversation.

"Oh, let's chat while we eat."

After the three of them discussed and ordered, Yuan Ya had time to raise the knife and fork in front of her and ask, "How do I use this?"

"Haha, I knew you hadn't eaten Western food yet, so come and let me teach you."

Yong Yan just finished explaining the usage, the steak and sand