After Marrying the Evil God

After confirming that Fang Ya'er's body has been occupied by someone, the next step is to extract the soul.

They are under the lens of the camera all day during the day, and the male and female dormitories are separated again at night. The only opportunity to act is during the evening.

However, just after the recording in the afternoon, before the sun set, Fu Mingye dragged Qi Baicha away: "Take you out for dinner."

Qi Baicha said, "I still have something to do—"

"Is it more important than me?" Fu Mingye looked back at him.

He looked very calm, and if Qi Baicha said something important, he would agree with it empathetically.

It's just going to be very, very unhappy.

"..." Qi Baicha said, "It's all right."

Between family and work, he chooses the former.

It doesn't matter if you go on strike for a day, and Mr. Fu, who has been jealous for a while today, will be sullen again. This guy is so angry that he will probably lose sleep all night.

Fu Mingye showed a happy smile instantly: "Let's go."

……

They came to the busiest snack street in Xicheng District, S city.It was already dark when we got off the bus, the daytime just ended, and people's nightlife just started.The streets are bustling with people, hawkers on both sides are hawking and shouting, all kinds of food are full of fragrance, full of strong smoke and fire.

They've been here before.When the two first fell in love, Fu Mingye took him to eat in every corner of S City, and of course the whole snack street would not be missed.But this place is far from home, and there are so many things to eat in the whole city, so I don't come here often.

Fu Mingye was still wearing his school uniform and a black baseball cap. He was full of greenery and unrestrained, just like a real high school student.On the contrary, Qi Baicha is tall and tall, with a gentle temperament that has been precipitated by the years, and looks quite experienced.

Like a pair of brothers.Qi Baicha is the elder brother, and Fu Mingye is the younger brother.

"What do you want to eat?" Fu Mingye asked.

Qi Baicha thought for a while: "The string from last time."

He thought it was unhygienic when he came last time.Fu Mingye bought a lot of skewers and wanted to share them with him. Qi Baicha loves to be clean, and couldn't bear to hold the greasy skewers in his hands, and his mouth was full of oil, so he politely declined.

Fu Mingye couldn't help but stuff a bunch of skewers into his hand: "Try it."

Qi Baicha looked at the hands that became greasy in an instant: "..." There is an urge to kill.

It was all dirty, and he had to wash it anyway, so he frowned and took a sip.

Then - it smells so good.

This feeling is still missing.

"Okay, just buy five skewers of beef and two skewers of squid. Do you want rice cakes? Add another skewer of rice cakes..." Fu Mingye considered Qi Baicha's body, "I don't eat a lot of fried ones. I'll eat something else at that time Pad your stomach."

"Stop talking nonsense, go buy it." Qi Baicha gave him a gentle push.

He sat alone on a plastic stool under a huge parasol and waited, watching Fu Mingye squeeze into the crowd to buy skewers.

Mr. Fu must be the most down-to-earth rich man in China, not one of them.

You can sit in a high-end restaurant with suits and leather shoes and have a big meal and taste red wine. You don’t need to queue up to let the entire floor be cleared in advance. You can invite the most popular band to come and play the violin to add to the fun, and negotiate tens of billions of business at the table.You can also wear a vest and step on slippers like ordinary people, squeeze in the crowd and compete to order, and eat string skewers worth tens of dollars in the open air with him, still chic and casual.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, Fu Mingye is not really wearing a vest and slippers now.

Qi Baicha took out his mobile phone and quietly took a profile photo of Zhang Fu Mingye.

Looking at the freshly released photos, he slightly curled his lips, and flicked his fingers to flip through the past photo albums.

There are countless photos in Qi Baicha's album, occupying several gigabytes of memory, most of them are Fu Mingye.

He has no other interests.When life reaches a certain length, interest in anything will fade away, and now I only love one person.

He recorded all the precious moments with Mr. Fu and saved them in a photo album, which became the most precious and important part of his mobile phone and even his life.

They cuddled together under the starry sky to watch the meteor shower, played tandem bungee jumping, built sand castles by the sea and surfed, kissed on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and hugged at the bottom of the sea... They traveled to many places in the past, and each place was extremely beautiful, leaving unforgettable memories for him remember.But more, it is ordinary and warm daily life.

Mr. Fu with a face full of disbelief after frying the kitchen for the first time, Mr. Fu who is nestling on the sofa watching TV and eating snacks, Mr. Fu who is sitting in front of the computer and working hard, Mr. Fu who has not woken up in the morning and is covered by the sun outside the window and sleeps. ...

They were all recorded by him.

Qi Baicha never looked at Fu Mingye's cell phone.If he flipped through it, he would know that Mr. Fu's photo album was also full of him.

Every one is Qi Baicha, all, all are him.

Qi Baicha flipped through a few photos, and a piece of entertainment news suddenly popped up on the top of the phone.

The title is capitalized and bold, eye-catching—shock!The national goddess Fang Ya'er appeared in the mansion late at night...

He never cared about these entertainment news feeds, but when he saw the name Fang Ya'er, Qi Baicha clicked in anyway.

The general content of the news was that Fang Ya'er was photographed going in and out of the mansion late at night, suspected of being unspoken, and two photos were attached.One is the back of a woman in a red dress in a hurry. She can only see that the time is late at night, and the sky is pitch black. She didn't realize that someone was secretly taking pictures behind her, and she was walking towards a luxurious villa with lights on.

Another photo captured a clear frontal face, and it was confirmed that Fang Yaer was correct. She was wearing the same skirt, the same pair of high heels, and the same jewelry—these stars rarely let the same outfit appear a second time , Every day, we must maintain a glamorous look that never repeats.

Qi Baicha noticed that the background of the second photo was near his home.

According to the time when this photo was taken according to the news, it happened to be the night that Mr. Fu went out to buy him dinner.

But Mr. Fu didn't mention this to him, presumably he didn't meet Fang Ya'er.

He saved two pictures.

The soul in Fang Yaer's body does not belong to any monsters, otherwise he would not fail to see it.It is impossible for ordinary souls to take away the body of another person. There must be something else behind that person to help.

It is very necessary to investigate and understand the recent whereabouts of "Fang Ya'er".

His photo album is so precious, it's a two-person world between him and Mr. Fu, Qi Baicha is also a little reluctant to suddenly insert an outsider to occupy the memory.

Delete it when this is over.

Fu Mingye walked over with a pile of delicious skewers and two cans of soda.

Qi Baicha immediately put down the phone.

Fu Mingye opened two soda cans with one hand, put one bottle in front of Qi Baicha, and took a long gulp of the other bottle.

He tilted his neck up to drink, and his movements were informal, making the Adam's apple on his neck extraordinarily sexy.

"Eat it while it's hot." Fu Mingye gave him a few skewers.

Qi Baicha placed her hand underneath, and took a gentle bite.

"It's not good for you to eat like this." Fu Mingye said, "This beef is so small, you should take one bite at a time. Here, just like me." He bit down two skewers of beef in one bite, and the bamboo stick was clean in an instant.

Grease was also stained on the lips.

Qi Baicha immediately became obsessed with cleanliness, and gave him a tissue: "Wipe it quickly."

"I haven't finished eating here yet, I'll see you later..." Before Fu Mingye could finish his sentence, Qi Baicha directly reached out to help him wipe his mouth clean.

"Go and rinse your mouth later, don't kiss me until you wash it clean." Qi Baicha threw the tissue into the trash can.

Fu Mingye: "...OK." My wife likes to be clean too much and I'm a rough guy, what should I do?

The two of them sat here and finished eating slowly—or Fu Mingye waited for Qi Baicha to finish eating slowly.

Qi Baicha was too slow to eat.Fu Mingye finished all his share, drank up all the soft drinks, and Qi Baicha just finished the first bunch slowly...

Fu Mingye said, "Mr. Qi, let me tell you a story."

"speak."

"Once upon a time there was a little turtle and a little snail. The turtle was called white tea, and the snail was called black tea. Which one do you think eats slower, the turtle or the snail?"

Qi Baicha looked at him: "You are connoting me, I can hear it."

No matter which one is Chacha, this person surnamed Fu is burying him.

"Obviously you ate too fast." Qi Baicha said, "You still don't want to wait?"

Fu Mingye looked at him with his chin in his hands, indulgent and helpless: "I'll wait."

Qi Baicha then continued to eat, but this time he sped up his movements a little.

Fu Mingye took out his mobile phone to take a picture of him, posted it on Moments, with the text "My Little Turtle", and then set it to "Only visible to Chacha", and clicked to publish.

The young man in the photo looks soft under the warm light.He was born cold and elegant, but his behavior while sitting on the roadside stall was extremely down-to-earth. In Fu Mingye's eyes, this contrast formed a capitalized "cute".

Qi Baicha took a look at his behavior, immediately picked up his mobile phone, opened Moments, and saw the message from Fu Mingye.

My little turtle.

little turtle……

You are a little turtle, and your whole family is a turtle!

No, this seems to scold him himself...

Boring, childish, schoolboy behavior.

Qi Baicha's eating speed is slow, but his typing speed is fast. Jiugongge cracklingly sent a Moments, set it as "only visible to the husband", and posted it decisively.

Fu Mingye opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The photo posted by Qi Baicha was also just taken.He was wearing a high school uniform and crowded in front of the booth. His profile was young and beautiful under the light and shadow, like a student who came home from school to buy snacks.

The accompanying text is also six words.

——A primary school student in my family.

Fu Mingye replied: Your primary school students are so handsome.

……shameless.

Qi Baicha glared at the man opposite, lowered his head and continued to send messages.

Qi Baicha: It's a pity that he has a mouth.

The net will say nasty words.

Fu Mingye replied in seconds: How can you kiss a little turtle without a long mouth?My little tortoise is very shy, and when he said he wanted to kiss it, it shrank back into its shell.

"...Mr. Fu." Qi Baicha turned the black screen of the phone upside down on the table, expressionless, "There is no need to communicate with the phone when we are face to face."

Fu Mingye also put down his phone, laughing so hard that he almost lost his breath.

For a moment, Qi Baicha wanted to pick up his mobile phone and throw it at him like a brick.

"I just said that the little turtle is shy." Fu Mingye came back after a while, still smiling, "Then it retracted into the shell? Mr. Qi is so cooperative with me."

Qi Baicha stared at him coldly: "You were shy in your dream."

"But you dare not kiss me."

"You didn't rinse your mouth."

"You're making an excuse."

Qi Baicha got up suddenly, grabbed Fu Mingye's arm, and pulled him to a dark and deserted corner.

Looking at that posture, Fu Mingye felt that he was going to be beaten.

He said, "Hit softly... hiss."

Qi Baicha pressed him against the wall and kissed him.

The greasy taste in the mouth has not gone yet, and there is a little smell of barbecue and lemonade.

Breathe quietly.

Everything is silent, only the heart is beating like a drum.

For a long time, Fu Mingye said.

"Chacha, aren't you a clean freak?"

"..."

"Don't you hate it?"

"..."

"Or is it a lie to love to be clean?" Fu Mingye asked with a smile.

"No." Qi Baicha quickly turned his head and walked back to his seat, the heat rushed towards his face, and he fell into the hustle and bustle outside again, breaking away from the silence just now.

The frantic heartbeat gradually calmed down.He lowered his eyes.

Aijie is not fake, but loving you is more true.