I already have your child in my stomach [entertainment circle]

When the two returned home, they stared at each other on the bed.

Fu Yao poked Ruan Xiaoxi who was spread into a bunny cake: "Why don't you come back?"

"I think so too." Ruan Xiaoxi lowered his head and raised his paw in melancholy, "But I'm too tired, I don't have the strength to change back."

Fu Yao: "...what did you do?"

"I made the last struggle to maintain my dignity." Ruan Xiaoxi said awe-inspiringly, then turned pitiful in an instant, and put his two front paws on the opponent's lap, "I don't think there will be a day when I can't recover, help me Change your shape, I have to film tomorrow morning."

Fu Yao was silent, he couldn't help for the time being.

"Today." He considered, "I met my former opponent, fought fiercely with him, and was seriously injured."

Ruan Xiaoxi's eyes widened: "There is still that old monster?!"

"Yes." Fu Yao said solemnly, "The world is so big that there are no surprises."

Ruan Xiaoxi nodded ignorantly, no wonder she looked in a bad mood today, it turned out that she lost in a fight.

The two, both hollowed out, sat together and sighed.

After sitting for a while, Ruan Xiaoxi patted him with his paws: "You don't have to be too sad, I'll touch it for you." He sat up, with his two front paws overlapping in front of him like a little daughter-in-law, blinking clearly. With bright eyes, the word "beautiful" is written all over his body, "My second brother likes to rub me when he is in a bad mood, and compliments me on how good my hand feels. Do you want to try it?"

Fu Yao glanced at him.

The scene where he saw the other party's original form for the first time was too horrifying, and he didn't even observe it carefully. It was only this time that he noticed that Ruan Xiaoxi was much smaller and rounder than the ordinary Chinese pastoral rabbits he had seen, closer to young rabbits. It is also longer, and each one is as dazzlingly white as if it were made of the purest snowflakes, but it is extremely fluffy and soft, especially his mouth is different from other rabbits, the sides are slightly raised, making it more cute and cute, which is rare A good rabbit at first sight.

What species is it?Is it the result of the unconscious evolution of the ego?

...But it is especially suitable for hugging and rubbing in your arms.

In order to conduct research more conveniently, Fu Yao solemnly carried him over and fiddled with his rabbit fur.

Ruan Xiaoxi took the initiative to show him his belly: "The belly is the essence, soft and warm, especially suitable for making a rabbit fur coat!"

Fu Yao said: "I will consider it."

He put his hand into the rabbit's belly, the back of his hand was covered with soft rabbit fur, and he rubbed it a couple of times, it was really soft and felt good.

Ruan Xiaoxi narrowed his eyes in comfort, grabbed his hand with his front paws: "A little higher."

"The left side, the left side is a little itchy."

Fu Yao: "..." You enjoy coauthoring it, don't you? !

He touched it for a while, and felt something was wrong: "Have you ever cut your hair?"

"That's right." Ruan Xiaoxi said, "My second brother did it intensively, but it's been a long time, so there shouldn't be any chaos."

Fu Yao imagined an old man sitting outside the door with a rabbit in his arms, wearing reading glasses and cutting the rabbit's fur while basking in the sun.

His intuition told him that this second brother was related to the black and white fight he saw during the day: "What kind of person is your second brother?"

"My second brother, my second brother..." Ruan Xiaoxi was about to babble, when he suddenly realized, "Why do you care so much about my second brother? In fact, you are looking for my second brother, and you only raised me to get close My second brother?!"

Fu Yao was shocked: "Why should I fall in love with an old man?!"

Ruan Xiaoxi was silent: "You...you actually have the nerve to call someone an old man?"

Fu Yao: "..." He felt discriminated against.

"My second brother is not an old man either!" Ruan Xiaoxi retorted angrily, "My second brother is pretty!"

The photos that Ruan Nan can collect so far are all kind old scholars, and Ruan Xiaoxi doesn't know anything when he sees them, he is just a fool.

Fu Yao gave up asking him and switched to other topics: "Do you still have bangs?"

Ruan Xiaoxi was indeed taken astray: "That's right, my second brother cut it, it's kind of blocking my eyes now."

Fu Yao kindly helped him to divide the rabbit fur used as bangs into two halves and put them on both sides.

...Then his eyes were tightly blocked, and he closed them silently.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Ruan Xiaoxi's hair was pulled, and he gasped in pain: "What are you doing?"

"You! You were in the toilet just now! Standing barefoot! The hair was on the floor! You didn't wash it when you came back!"

Ruan Xiaoxi: "???"

***

Fu Yao threw him in the bathtub, changed the sheets while the water was running, and then stripped off and went in to wash himself.

Ruan Xiaoxi covered her face in embarrassment, mandarin/duck/bath, it was too [beep], she couldn't see it at all.

If he is not his original form.

Fu Yao used an unknown amount of shower gel to ravage/ravage him, filling the whole bathtub with foam, and even overflowing, like a huge ice cream.

Ruan Xiaoxi has nothing to love in life, for Yuan Xing, taking a bath is a kind of torture.

It never occurred to him that he still has a cleanliness habit. Shouldn't this kind of ancestors never get dust on their bodies?So why do you care?

After washing for a long time, Fu Yao lifted him up and stared at him: "You... are really round, not puffy."

Ruan Xiaoxi: "?? What's wrong with my big frame? What's the matter? What do you know if you are round?"

What he said made sense, Fu Yao didn't refute, and took a hair dryer to dry him.

This is a crueler punishment than taking a bath!

Ruan Xiaoxi jumped aside in horror, and said with tears in his eyes, "If you have something to say, don't use biological/chemical/weapons, I, I want to do it naturally."

Fu Yao looked at the tools in his hand suspiciously.

"The one who blows is uncomfortable." Ruan Xiaoxi explained weakly.

"Is a towel okay?" Fu Yao put down the hair dryer, pulled down a towel, wrapped the rabbit up and rubbed it, making the hair a mess.

Ruan Xiaoxi was a little sad, it's a pity for his perfect shape.

Fu Yao's movements were soft and gentle, and Ruan Xiaoxi lay on his lap, feeling drowsy from the comfort, feeling that this scene was extremely tender, as if he had returned to his childhood, and his voice was rarely shy: "Crush me. "

His hair was so messed up that Fu Yao couldn't stand it anymore, but he searched the room but couldn't find any tools, so he squeezed out the last bit of mana and conjured up a comb to comb his hair.

The technique is skillful, and it is not the first time to see it.

Ruan Xiaoxi opened his eyes: "Have you ever combed someone's hair before?"

"Mao is not." Fu Yao recalled, "I seem to have combed my hair before."

comb hair? !

An ancient man combed someone's hair without even thinking about the reason.

"Who is it?!"

"A... fairy."

Ruan Xiaoxi was shocked: "What?! You're not your first love?!" He clutched his chest, his heart ached unbearably, "I'm still my first love, you don't deserve me!"

Fu Yao: "...It doesn't count, it doesn't work."

Ruan Xiaoxi blinked and looked at him expectantly.

Fu Yao fell into reminiscence of the past.

How long ago was that, and he had already forgotten that at that time he already had a high prestige, and he was unable to seek results all year round, so he lived alone in the most secret abyss in the heavens, and few people dared to disturb his cultivation.

In his heart, he longed to communicate with others, but he couldn't save the face of his elders, so he could only maintain his own image silently. As time passed, no one came to him, and his heart became cold.

But one day, a wounded flower fairy inadvertently broke into his territory, and begged him to save herself with big dazed eyes.

Fu Yao was very happy, someone finally came to talk, so he rescued Huaxian and left her to recuperate.

Huaxian expressed her admiration to him, chasing him every day to confess.

Fu Yao felt elated.

Back then, he hoped to have offspring with him, but even though one or two loved his appearance, they both respected him and feared him, and dared not say a word, let alone fall in love, and now someone finally dared to confess to him.

But he is an old ancestor, so he can't be too obvious, his face is still calm, Huaxian is not discouraged, and continues to chase him.

One day, the flower fairy picked the flowers that were soaked in fresh dew, and shyly asked Fu Yao to comb her hair and make hairpins for her.

Although Fu Yao wondered if you, a flower fairy, would actually pick your own kind to comb her hair, whether you have a conscience, but she still picked up the comb with one hand, and held her long black and thick hair with the other.

Huaxian's cheeks are flying with twin clouds, and she looks like a little girl.

It's too long, and I can't even comb it to the end.

So Fu Yao said solemnly: "It's too troublesome, it's better to cut it off, and you don't need to comb it."

As he spoke, the comb in his hand suddenly turned into scissors, and he cut short the beautiful long hair that Huaxian was proud of with a merciless "click": "That's fine."

Huaxian looked at the broken hair all over the floor in disbelief, and after a while she let out a miserable scream and ran out the door crying.

Since then, "Don't fall in love with the older generation, he doesn't even know what fun is" has spread to every corner of the world.

Ruan Xiaoxi: "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Why did you cut other people's hair! It was a pity to have no hair at that time! Won't you be laughed at!"

"Yes." Fu Yao said calmly, "I used some tricks to prevent her from growing in a short period of time, and no secret method will work."

At that time hair was very precious, especially for the face-conscious female fairy, which caused the flower fairy to dare not see people for many years, which can be said to be very cruel.

He said the reason slowly.

It turned out that after the flower fairy confessed to her, he secretly went to investigate her family history, and found out that the flower fairy had an affair with a fairy, and the fairy let her get close to him, cheated his feelings and then used him, and the two of them made a plan .

Two rubbish, the ancestor who sees everything thought coldly.

So he cut Huaxian's hair mercilessly, and calmly fixed that fairy, so secretive that no one could think about him.

Fu Yao has been an ancestor for a long time, and he has developed the ability to pretend to be good. Everything he said seems to be reading a news broadcast, and he is very serious. It is impossible to imagine that he is doing it on purpose or taking revenge. The flower fairy really thought he was He cut his hair because he was old-fashioned and had no mood.

Ruan Xiaoxi: "Hahahahahahaha! Well done hahahahahahaha!"

Jiang is still old and hot, Ruan Xiaoxi thought to himself, he will not be able to learn this kind of skill for the time being.

"Is there anything else?" Ruan Xiaoxi smiled for a while, very interested, "Is there anything else?"

"No more." Fu Yao said, who would dare to get close to him once such a story spread.

Ruan Xiaoxi was relieved: "That's good." But after thinking about it, it was wrong, "It's not normal to be single for so long."

Fu Yao: "..."

are you crazy!Yes and no, no and no!

But why should he care about this kind of problem? What he wants is offspring, and he is not interested in infertile members of the same sex. He just didn't understand what nurturing meant at first.

The ancestors of the feudal machismo thought coldly.

Just when he wanted to make it clear, he saw Ruan Xiaoxi shyly said: "I'm sure I won't deceive your feelings, then you can braid me."

Fu Yao: "? What?"

"Make small braids." Ruan Xiaoxi took it for granted, "My second brother used to braid me small braids, above the ears and down the sides, very pretty, but he stopped braiding me after I entered high school." He tried to pick up his own hair with his paws, but failed, but he was not discouraged, and described it in words, "Thin braids, don't you think my hair is very suitable for braids? Not too much, one side on both sides of the ears Just one piece. Don’t weave it on your body, it won’t look good.”

Fu Yao: "..." He understood, braiding? !

He turned Ruan Xiaoxi over and touched his little [beep].

Ruan Xiaoxi screamed in panic: "?! You're crazy! I'm still a virgin, what do you want to do! No! I don't agree! I'm going to shout! I won't let you succeed!"

Fu Yao was also angry: "Look at you! What kind of pigtails does a male braid! That's what a female does!"

Ruan Xiaoxi said angrily: "What's wrong with the male? Why can't the male braids be braided? You are sexist! The former prince still wore a big ponytail! Now that we have reformed and opened up, we don't accept your discrimination!"

"Can this be the same! Males just can't make pigtails, don't lose face!"

Ruan Xiaoxi didn't move, and didn't refute. His ears were drooping on his sides, and he was extremely listless. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Fu Yao in disbelief. A sea of ​​stars, like his broken glass heart.

His voice trembled slightly, choked with sobs: "You, you don't understand anything! When I was young, my family was poor and had no money to buy dolls for my sister. She watched little girls from other families play with dolls and make pigtails, and she was so envious that she drools. My heart aches. She turned into the original shape and used it as a doll for her to play with, and she braided me a whole body, and said "Brother San is so nice" while playing. Braiding is a symbol of our family relationship, childhood memories, and evidence of our mutual dependence! What are you I don’t even understand, how can you understand! You, you still scold me, I will never talk to you again!”

While weeping and saying these words, he jumped out of bed and ran to his bedroom, almost turning into a white light.

His tone was too sad, and Fu Yao was stunned when he heard it. It turns out that there is such an unknown reason in it...

Two children snuggling together to keep warm, looking pitifully at other children's toys, their eyes full of longing and envy, the older one can only touch his sister to comfort her sensiblely, the more I think about this scene, the sadder it becomes.

Looking at Ruan Xiaoxi's leaving figure, he felt unspeakably guilty, and sat for a while before getting out of bed to see her.

Ruan Xiaoxi's room was dark and quiet, and he could only vaguely see a ball curled up on the bed through the dim moonlight from the light-transmitting curtain, motionless, it seemed that he was asleep.

Fu Yao felt even more sad, being wronged in someone else's house, he could only bear it by himself, crying and falling asleep or something, just thinking about it made him sad.

He was used to being silent, and he had never apologized to others before. He didn't know what to say for a while, and he didn't want to wake people up, so he quietly closed the door.

That being the case, then use actions to appease the other party.

Fu Yao decided to fulfill his wish tomorrow.

So he searched for videos of braiding all night, planning to learn how to braid it for Ruan Xiaoxi the next day.

He watched the video all night, found a towel and tore it into thin strips, and followed behind to learn.

Since then, the door to a new world has been opened.

It turns out that it can be edited like this!

This method is so convenient!

What a useful technique!

The more he watched, the more excited he became, he couldn't help it anymore, and called Gao Qize: "Buy me a set of combs, hair ties, especially thin ones, the ones for braids, and ribbons are fine too. Well, anyway, come here set."

Gao Qize was dumbfounded, and it took him a while to recall what happened.

The ancestor asked him to buy a comb?Hair rope?Also, dreadlocks? !It's been hacked!

He seemed to have discovered something remarkable.

The ancestor, he seems to have strange hobbies!What should I do? I want to share with others, but I haven’t lived enough!

The author has something to say:

Give up the treatment... Fu Yao, take the medicine.