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"What did you say……"

Zhang Fei looked innocent: "Don't you understand?"

Zhong Cuo's face began to flush: "...know what?"

The King of Ghosts also has a bitter self-knowledge in his heart. He does know that the "going to bed" that Song Guimu said does not mean that the two of them sleep together under the quilt, but what exactly is it...

Thanks to the SARFT's pervasive and strict review system, Zhong Cuo was stunned to find any information.In desperation, he even went through a hidden folder called "Instances of Modernist Special Education Methods" in Zhang's computer, but after reading more than a dozen things like "New Oriental Cooking Teaching" in a row, he It was finally confirmed: he was raped by Zhang Fei again.

But hard work pays off, after watching countless ambiguous and hazy TV movies that border the ball, Zhong Cuo finally figured out something—although he still doesn't know how to use it in actual combat.

But now...

Zhang Fei walked up with a smile, hooked the bell around the neck with one hand, and moved his face towards him with a smile: "I don't understand, let me teach you?"

The redness on Zhong Cuo's face immediately spread, all the way down his neck, Zhang Fei looked down at his neckline, and blew in his ear again and again: "Come on, hero~"

click.

Zhong Cuo clearly heard the sound of his brain disconnecting.

In the next second, the ghost king of the underworld fled and rushed out of the room at lightning speed. Zhang Fei only had time to hear a bang, and there was no one in front of him.

"This is too disrespectful to me..." Zhang Fei touched his chin, feeling helpless.

Fortunately, not long after, the door slammed open again, and Zhong Cuo walked in calmly.

Zhang Fei made a melancholy expression: "You hurt me."

Zhong Cuo pretended not to hear: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously?"

Zhong Cuo looked at him almost murderously, Zhang Fei admired his ghost king for a while, smiled and nodded: "Yes, I'm serious."

"Why did you suddenly think of... this?"

Now Zhang Fei looked at him with a strange expression: "Comrade Xiao Fei, your father and I have normal physical needs."

Zhong Cuo stared at him, and Zhang Fei shrugged innocently: "For the sake of the mental health of minors, I haven't seen Kong Kong Lanlan and the others for a long time. Today is Qixi Festival, and even Cowherd and Weaver Girl can meet each other. You can't let me alone Empty bed?"

Normal people can't resist this person's shamelessness. Fortunately, Zhong Cuo's ability to resist shamelessness has improved after so many days. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "When has your bed been empty?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he felt that these words were so shameless that he seemed to have Zhang Fei's demeanor, and he couldn't help but lamented his own depravity in his heart.Zhang Fei glanced at him, and replied slowly: "Empty is not empty, but it is a bit cold, so son, come and warm your father's bed?"

... Facts have proved that no matter how shameless a clock fault is, it cannot keep up with half of Zhang Fei.

In the end, the two of them still didn't discuss how to warm the so-called "bed warming"—Mr. While cooking dinner, the ghost king still couldn't help running away.

The "reference materials" he read showed almost the same way of expressing something. The hero and heroine hugged each other and rolled onto the bed, and then either the screen went black or the bed curtain fell, and there were a few interior shots that were mostly concentrated On the face, no matter how much Zhong Cuo used his imagination, he couldn't see what they had done from those springy faces.

Fortunately, some things are human instinct after all. Although the king of ghosts is not a human being, thank God, when they were first created, Yama of the Ten Palaces did not delete an important... function.

Zhong Cuo stopped his hands, his face was slightly red, but he was quickly pressed down by him.

Zhang Fei is a person who can kill people by opening his mouth, but if he is willing to keep his mouth shut and put on those deceiving glasses, he can still be regarded as a word such as gentle.But in Zhong Cuo's eyes, he still looks better in another way.

The glasses were taken off, the neat hair was messed up, the hand was copied, the head was raised, and the eyes were facing the moonlight, bright as if they were on fire.

At that time, Zhang Fei looked as if the whole world was not qualified to bow his head.

He likes the smug bastard who doesn't seem to know what morality is, but he insists on it more stubbornly than anyone else.

But other than that, Zhong Cuo still has some dissatisfaction.

What he wants is more than that.

This idea appeared two months ago, and now, two months later, the little dissatisfaction in Zhong Cuo's heart has been filled, but he still feels that it is not enough.

Zhong Cuo's fingers tightened involuntarily, and the handful of celery he held in his hand suffered a catastrophe, and was pinched into a thin strip.

The cold feeling in his hands finally brought Zhong Cuo back to his senses. He quickly destroyed the celery, grabbed a second handful and pretended nothing had happened, and reflected on his fantasy in his heart.

Anyway...Since Zhang Fei raised it, he should be serious.

warm bed...

The second handful of celery followed the senior, and Zhong Cuo had no choice but to realize a fact - if he didn't want to have nothing to eat at night, he'd better stop thinking about it.

That night, the Tanabata dinner was held as scheduled.

A group of old men get together to spend the Qixi Festival. Of course, there is nothing romantic about it. It is nothing more than drinking, eating meat, chatting and spanking, and occasionally talking about serious business, such as which mouse hole a certain Gui is currently hiding in.

"This kid really can hide." Mentioning him a lot made him angry, "We almost brought Lin Shan over, but we couldn't find him."

"Anyway, he will have to jump out in a few days, what are you in a hurry for?" Zhang Fei remained calm.

Duo glanced at him: "When he jumps out, you will be the first one to be unlucky. I said, Comrade Zhang, do you have the consciousness to carry a treasure yourself?"

Zhang Fei sighed: "I understand the suffering of female compatriots. I have only been pregnant for a few months, so there are so many troubles."

Everyone was silent, even the monk who was eating vegetables couldn't help throwing a reserved look at him.

Zhang Fei smiled, his eyes turned around the table, and fell on Chang Sheng.

He quickly reached out his hand and held down the cup of Changsheng.Changsheng was startled and realized it was Zhang Fei, so he muttered, "Just try it..."

"No." Zhang Fei forcefully pulled the cup off his hand and threw it aside to Zhan Gui, "You will be responsible for paying my salary in the future, so of course you have to take care of yourself."

"...It's not been a few years anyway." Changsheng muttered in a low voice.

His voice was very soft, except for Zhang Fei, probably only the War Ghost sitting next to him could hear it.

Zhan Gui lightly pressed on his shoulder, Zhang Fei sighed inwardly, and changed the subject with a haha.Fortunately, Changsheng didn't feel depressed for long, and soon came up to him, dragging Zhang Fei to discuss his salary.The future principal comrade is very talkative. After a few words, Zhang Fei has been promoted to the team leader and his salary has been raised by three levels.

"Don't you think your son seems to have something on his mind today?" Song Guimu suddenly said after drinking for three rounds.

"What?" Zhong Cuo did have something on his mind—he didn't say five words after the whole meal, and he kept thinking about something thoughtfully, and he almost engraved "I have something on his mind" on his forehead.

Zhang Fei naturally knew what was on his mind, but playing dumb was his specialty.

"What did you tell him?" Song Guimu's eyes were bright, and he hit the point directly.

Zhang Fei grinned, lowered his voice, and said, "What's the point? Of course it's the last step of Mr. Song's love course."

Song Guimu almost choked himself to death: "You..."

Zhang Fei returned to his nonchalant look: "Can't you?"

"...Don't tell me, you really intend to..." Song Guimu couldn't help but glance at Zhong Cuo, then at Zhang Fei, feeling that his world view was on the verge of collapsing.

He is not an ignorant person, he has seen everything that exorcists have done for so many years, but if this happens to the people around him...

Zhang Fei smiled and didn't speak, Song Guimu stared at him for a long time, and suddenly he was blessed: "You can't be... you can't bear him?"

Zhang Fei glanced at him: "Yes, I'm quite reluctant."

His tone was unbelievably calm, Song Guimu pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure out whether he was really reluctant or just another joke.

With Zhang Fei's character, it seems that the latter is more likely...?

It's a pity that Zhang Fei didn't give him a chance to continue his analysis: "I understand why those guys who play with cultivation like to end up marrying their father."

"……why?"

"The cabbage that I have worked so hard to grow, why should it be humiliated by other pigs?" Zhang Fei said expressionlessly.

"..."

They were chatting here, and Comrade Bai Cai over there seemed to feel something, and looked up at Zhang Fei.

The two looked at each other, Zhang Fei smiled and raised his wine glass to signal him.

He also drank a lot of wine, his eyes looked particularly hazy under the influence of alcohol, Zhong Cuo was stunned, and hurriedly lowered his head to stagger their gaze.

After drinking for three rounds, the guests who drank about the same also left one after another.After a long time of tossing by the elders, the room was in a mess. Zhang Fei was "tired" in time, and collapsed on the sofa to watch the clock by mistake.

Zhong Cuo absentmindedly sorted it out roughly, and when the room was about to be seen, he sat down on the sofa opposite and looked at Zhang Fei silently.

"Do you still remember what I said this afternoon?" Zhang Fei waited for a long time but did not see him move, so he had to remind him.

"……Um."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

His tone was really provocative, Zhong Cuohuo stood up and walked to him in a few steps.

He was condescending, but his expression looked hesitant and uneasy. After a long time, he slowly lowered his body and knelt on the sofa.

"Smile." Zhang Fei poked his face, "Looking at your expression, if you don't know, you might think you owe me how much."

What Zhong Cuo disliked hearing most from Zhang Fei's mouth was probably money—and a certain number related to money. Hearing this, his face darkened again.

Zhang Fei wasn't the only one drinking at night, he also drank a lot...

Gritting his teeth, Zhong Cuo pressed Zhang Fei's shoulders and pushed him against the back of the sofa—he didn't use much strength, but fortunately Zhang Fei didn't struggle and fell over.

He slowly leaned forward and kissed Zhang Fei—maybe because he drank too much wine, the kiss was a bit cold.

Zhang Fei suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhong Cuo's shoulder, and pulled him closer.

"Come on~"

He leaned close to Zhong Cuo's ear and said softly.

There was seven points of teasing in the voice, but there was still three parts of it, which was something Zhong Cuo couldn't understand.

——"You can't... you can't bear him?"

Yes, quite reluctantly.