Mr. Fu is always too annoying

That night, Fu Tong didn't sleep soundly. He had intermittent dreams all night. For a while, he dreamed of the clouds and pine and cypress trees on Longxun Mountain, for a while he dreamed of the small flowers and water beside Longmian Stream, and for a while he dreamed of being with him. Fu Qianyuan made a snowman at the foot of the mountain, and then dreamed that they sat side by side on the top of the mountain and looked at the stars.

Those were the warmest years between him and Fu Qianyuan. The two hearts and everything were warm and soft. Fu Tong stood in a dream and walked through the best time of his life step by step. , When he was exhausted, he found that he did not know when he had arrived at the top of the mountain. .

He woke up covered in warmth, and the hands of the wall clock stopped at [-]:[-], which happened to be his biological clock time.

Fu Tong habitually looked around, the bedroom door was closed, the curtains were drawn, the surrounding was very quiet, and the light coming in from behind the window was hazy.

Everything seems to be the same as usual, but I always feel that something is wrong.

such as……

How did he get back?

Where did all the clothes go?

Why is the corner of the mouth broken?

Why did the underwear fall under the bed and become crumpled?

The person who just woke up reacted a bit slowly, hugging the pillow and began to think about these questions in a daze, but this daze lasted for less than 20 seconds, and the dazed little cub woke up suddenly after feeling the warm touch next to him come over.

He turned his head stiffly, and in the dim morning light outside the window, he saw Fu Qianyuan next to him. The man was still asleep, with long and thick eyelashes, and the heat from his breathing evenly sprinkled on Fu Tong's arms, ambiguous and seductive.

Fu Tong's hand trembled subconsciously, and after a few seconds of pause, he felt that his reaction was useless, so he rolled up the quilt fiercely: "Fu Qianyuan?!"

The person next to him opened his eyes in response, his deep eyes were dotted with golden blue, like the sparkling sea at sunrise, the silence was deep, and there was no sense that he had just woken up from sleep.

At this time, his eyes fell on Fu Tong, and when he saw his cub being wrapped by Xia Liang, only his face and hands were exposed, the regret in his eyes was fleeting.

Fu Tong was expressionless: "Are you pretending to be asleep?"

Fu Qianyuan smiled, neither denying nor admitting, his eyes lightly and slowly stopped on Fu Tong's face, his voice was hoarse and gentle: "Good morning, baby."

Good morning?

Good morning what good morning? !

Fu Tong almost laughed angrily at his calm and honest appearance: "Why are you here again?"

"Ok?"

The person being questioned sat up a little bit, looking very innocent: "Last night you held my hand and refused to let me go to sleep with me, and then offered to give me half of the quilt, did you forget?"

Fu Tong: "..."

I didn't have much memory at first, but when I was touched by the person in front of me, my memory suddenly came back.

How could it be possible to forget?

Although Jai Zi Zai Zai's alcohol capacity is not very good, his wine quality is also average, he likes to make troubles and act like a baby when he is drunk, and he has been disgusted by Wen Lang many times to the degree of pestering, but he also has an advantage in this respect, that is, no matter how drunk he is , After waking up, the memory is never lost.

And it's so clear.

It's really... too cheap.

Fu Tong rubbed his brows, and decided to carry out to the end the principle of being honest and strong that he learned from the Taotie next door: "Forget it, can't you?"

But no matter whether what he said was emboldened or not, the erratic look in his eyes had already betrayed his guilty conscience.

Fu Qianyuan raised his hand and touched his forehead, the smile in his eyes was undisguised: "It's okay, if you forget it, forget it, but, Zai Zai, you were able to do that last night...I'm very happy."

Mr. Yazi:? ? ?

Why does that sound so wrong?

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, hooked his fingers, and the pitch-black Qianyuan knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

He put the knife across Fu Qianyuan's neck: "Do you believe that I will use this knife to stab you right now?"

The person who was threatened had a smile in his eyes: "Then its length may not be enough, may I forge it for you again?"

Fu Tong: "..."

Hold.

If you can't compare your face and the knife can't go down, then there is really nothing you can do.

Fu Tong took a deep breath, resisting the urge to slash the man in front of him, and got out of bed wrapped in a quilt, but just half a step forward, his legs gave way, and he almost fell down again.

The reason why he didn't fall was that a pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind and hugged him firmly, and Fu Tong also turned into a white velvet cub while leaning back due to inertia, and landed on the ground impartially. Fu Qianyuan's arms.

Fu Tong was stunned for a moment, and then felt endless sleepiness sweeping from his bones, not to mention supporting his body, he didn't even bother to move his tail.

He has never been the kind of person who would torment himself and suffer. He felt uncomfortable and simply stopped moving. Fu Qianyuan hugged him carefully, and asked nervously, "What's the matter? Is there any pain?"

Fu Tong shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, it's just that I have no strength and don't want to move."

This is a routine operation in the instinct cycle. All monsters will do this during this time period. Fu Qianyuan is a little relieved: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

Naturally, Fu Tong also remembered the bone-chilling pain last night. He couldn't tell what it was like. He said yes, the pain was unbearable. to the last step.

This is not a good thing.

Fu Tong still has no way to be as close as Fu Qianyuan, like what Lu Chuan said about being a contracted bed partner and throwing away 100 yuan after finishing work, it’s okay to joke about it, but if it is put into practice, whether it is He couldn't accept it either physically or psychologically.

In short, it's pretty cowardly.

Thinking of this, he hummed, and rolled himself into a ball in Fu Qianyuan's arms.

Fu Qianyuan pushed him up: "Then do you still go to the Monster Bureau today? If you feel uncomfortable, you can rest at home, and I will accompany you."

The last three words can be said to be very scary.

Fu Tong didn't even think about it, and directly refused: "No need, go to the Monster Bureau, the books in the library are waiting for me there, and I plan to go to Rongshui Studio later."

"Rongshui Studio?"

"It's the studio where you passed out in Longdu Mountain last time and woke up. The person who picked you up is named Wen Rong, Wen Lang's patriarch, and his Rongshui studio is his."

Fu Qianyuan was silent for a moment, he seemed to have a lot to ask, but in the end he didn't say anything, he gently circled the puppy dog ​​around Zai Zai's tail in his arms, and carried him out of the bedroom.

Wash, eat, feed the dog, and go out to the Monster Bureau.

The weather was fine this day, the sun was clear and bright, and the wind was smooth, and when it blew over, there seemed to be a kind of warmth from a gentle touch.

Probably because of the extra cub in his arms, Fu Qianyuan's speed slowed down a lot. While walking forward slowly, he looked at the surrounding scenery and people coming and going.

Fu Tong quite liked the lazy and slow-paced feeling of the Buddhist family who was stealing half a day's leisure, and his tail shook slightly. Fu Qianyuan saw it, and rubbed it on the small soft fur on the tip of his tail calmly. smiling.

Xiao Zaizai didn't notice the ex-boyfriend's small movements at all, stretched out his paws, hugged his tail and lay down on the pillow: "I met Shen Ze yesterday."

Fu Qianyuan hummed: "I know, after you fell asleep drunk, he called me to pick you up."

Fu Tong paused: "Do you keep in touch often?"

"Fortunately."

"He came looking for you just after I fell asleep?"

"I said, you and Shen Ze wouldn't..."

"Ok?"

The fluffy white velvet raised its head, its amber eyes were full of doubts: "You and Shen Ze didn't join forces to trick me in advance, did they?"

In fact, this matter has nothing to do with Fu Qianyuan. It is entirely because Mr. Fenghuang suddenly decided to add fuel to this troubled relationship after seeing Fu Tong.

But Jai Zi Zai Zai didn't know this, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that these two dogs were tricking him, and his eyes became more and more unfriendly: "I didn't think about it that much at the time, I just thought he was too bitter in his heart and wanted to find a tree hole, but I Now I suspect that he is deliberately pretending to be drunk and foolish, just to get me drunk, and he can definitely do this kind of dirty routine."

Fu Qianyuan smiled helplessly, and for a while didn't know whether he should speak for Shen Ze, after all, his cub's words were true from the facts, and Shen Ze was a professional in dirty routines in some respects.

He could only remain silent.

In the eyes of Fu Tong, this kind of silence is undoubtedly tacit consent. The little boy became angry immediately, and fiercely raised his tail and smacked Fu Qianyuan's face. , Fu Qianyuan held his big tail, and kissed the hook on the tip of the tail with a smile.

simply,

Too, no, to, face, too.

Fu Tong glanced at him in disbelief, and subconsciously twitched his tail. Three seconds later, he got another affectionate kiss.

If you smoke again, it will be another kiss.

After a dozen times of you beating me and flirting in disguise, Xiao Zai Zai finally realized that the person in front of him was actually trying to seize the opportunity to play a hooligan on him, and what he did now was just what he wanted.

Too bad.

Thinking of this, Fu Tong abruptly stopped the tail that was about to twitch again, hugged it in his arms and pillowed it again, closed his eyes and looked deep into it, and then he didn't talk to Fu Qianyuan for the whole journey.

When it comes to the monster game, it is stable again.

Fan Xiu and the others sit in their respective positions every day. The only two diligent people are the little water ghost and Bai Ke. The former wears a small apron and earnestly bakes biscuits, while the latter takes the book given by Fan Xiu and works hard. .

Hearing the sound of the soul-sacrificing bell, several people turned their heads in unison, and they were all stunned when they saw the soft animal in Fu Qianyuan's arms.

Isn't this... our boss?

Fan Xiu had seen Fu Tong's original body of Yazi in Longshui before, and now he recognized it at a glance, and he felt terrified. Noticing his eyes, Fu Tong became angry from embarrassment: "What's wrong? What are you looking at? Believe it or not—" ,

Before the main point of the threat came out, Fan Xiu had already withdrawn his gaze, his desire to survive was very strong, and he firmly believed in the words of the boss.

Fu Tong was out of breath, so aggrieved that he was about to die, he turned his head and looked at Fu Qianyuan fiercely: "Can you put me down?"

The little boy Bai Ke was very winking, and at the same time that Fu Tong's voice fell, he quickly put a cushion on the chair. Fu Qianyuan bent down and put the Jai Zi in his arms on it. After thinking for a while, he moved the chair to Bai Tang. beside.

Two little white plush balls lie together, super cute.

Fan Xiu watched beside him eagerly, and really wanted to touch his soft fur, but he didn't dare, so he could only sigh and went to the archives room on the second floor with Fu Qianyuan in his arms.

After they left, Tang Mian baked biscuits and Bai Ke was obsessed with learning Xue Ling rubbing bronze swords and Suxuan embroidery. The only people downstairs who were still idle were Fu Tong and Bai Tang.

Bai Tang's eyes turned back and forth on Fu Tong twice, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked cautiously, "Brother Tong, you... what happened?"

Fu Tong felt awkward talking about such a topic with such an innocent little white rabbit: "...No."

Bai Tang tilted his head in doubt: "But judging from the sweet smell on your body, the instinct cycle should have arrived. I can also smell the smell on the boss. It's impossible for you to live together now..."

Then I can bear it.

Seeing the meaning of those unfinished words from his eyes, Fu Tong was in a complicated mood and didn't really want to answer this troublesome question. Su Xuan next to him was embroidering flowers while listening to them with one heart and two minds. I couldn't help laughing, and helped Fu Tong change the topic: "Speaking of which, has the little fox been contacted?"

The second notice was sent by Bai Ke, and the child raised his head from the gray ghost book: "Not yet, I haven't even replied to the message."

"How long has it been since you replied to the message last time?"

"Wait a minute." Bai Ke took out a record book from the side and looked at it, "Less than three hours."

Did something really happen?

Bai Tang's rabbit ears trembled: "Brother Tong, there is an address on the registration form, do you want to go to his house?"

"Has this ever happened before?"

"No." Bai Tang said, "However, it is stipulated in the recruiting regulations of the Monster Bureau... that the interns didn't come to report on time, so they have to go to find out the situation first."

Fu Tong understood: "Then go for a walk, who will go?"

Xue Ling silently put away the sword cloth.

Mr. Tombstone, a small expert in the field, deserves his name.

He is a vigorous and resolute person. After receiving the order, he put the bronze sword behind his back and was ready to go out, but at the moment he turned around, the soul-repressing bell behind him suddenly rang. Several people thought it was the little fox who was late. Qi looked towards the door.

Jingle.

Jingle.

Jingle.

The sound of the soul-suppressing bell suddenly accelerated, and the eyes of several people also suddenly sank amid the rapid ringing——

The person who came was not a little fox with a big fluffy tail.

Rather, it was a strange and weird person covered in pitch black and surrounded by a cloud of gray shadows.

The author has something to say: Little White Rabbit: "Brother Tong, Boss, you guys... are you so tolerant? There is really no problem, right?"

Fu Atong: "...