Grandma, I want to talk to you about life

After coming out of that bedding shop, Wang Xiaoming looked at the small pink bag carried by Yu Fengjing, and blushed unbearably.

"What's wrong?" Yu Fengjing asked knowingly, and said with a light smile.

"...How do you know about this store?" Wang Xiaoming looked at him with tangled eyes. Why did Yu Fengjing seem to be very familiar with the road just now?

"Last time... I bought it here," Yu Fengjing said calmly, "Lemon-flavored condoms, don't they taste good?"

Wang Xiaoming: "...I haven't tasted it, how do I know?!"

Yu Fengjing raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully at him.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."...well, he really tried it!

"...you can try it tonight." Yu Fengjing said with a low smile.

Wang Xiaoming snorted lightly: "Rogue!"

So Wang Xiaoming followed a gangster to the supermarket to buy real bedding.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the display at the entrance of the supermarket, and suddenly felt a little familiar: "This supermarket...is this the one we visited last time?" Wang Xiaoming thought silently, it was a bit like the supermarket they went to see a movie last time.

"Well," Yu Fengjing smiled, "We watched a movie here last time."

Wang Xiaoming was suspiciously silent... As long as he remembered the scene where he and Yu Fengjing watched a movie together last time... he would not be able to look directly at this supermarket!

"The second floor sells daily necessities." Yu Fengjing reached out and pinched Wang Xiaoming's cheek, "Let's go."

There were a lot of people coming and going, Wang Xiaoming was afraid of being scattered by the crowd, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Yu Fengjing's clothes. Yu Fengjing smiled lowly, stretched out his hand to hook Wang Xiaoming's timid fingers, and then held Wang Xiaoming's hand and stuffed it inside. Wang Xiaoming was startled, and looked around subconsciously, but there were so many people coming and going, no one paid special attention to them.

This feeling of holding hands in the sun made Wang Xiaoming's heart soften slightly.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a while, then reached out and took Yu Fengjing's hand instead, and the two interlocked their fingers through the cover of their pockets.

In the bedding area on the second floor, Wang Xiaoming saw many young couples purchasing bedding. Several sets of quilts were displayed on several large beds, and the most eye-catching set was a bright red quilt. When the red quilt was on the bed, a shopping guide was introducing it to a young couple: "Now we are selling a special price, this set of sweet honey quilt is only [-]...Look how festive the color is, it is very suitable Newlywed couples like you have good intentions and a sweet life..." The young couple blushed, and within a few minutes they were persuaded, and they readily bought it.

Looking at the big red quilt, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help thinking about it...

"Do you like this quilt?" Yu Fengjing's voice suddenly rang out.

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback, and he couldn't help coughing: "Ahem, how is it possible, this color is too festive... It's better to buy a bed with a more plain color."

"...I think it's good," Yu Fengjing smiled slightly, "It's a sweet life, it's pretty good."

"It's a wedding quilt!" Wang Xiaoming was a little speechless.

"Aren't we also newly married?" Yu Fengjing said with a light smile.

Wang Xiaoming blushed and was silent for a while, then hummed a novel: "What's the matter for us two big men to buy wedding quilts? What will the shopping guide think of us?"

Yu Fengjing was very calm. He reached out and pinched Wang Xiaoming's cheek, and said with a smile, "It's okay."... Then he turned around very calmly, and said to the shopping guide, "We also want a set of quilts."

The shopping guide smiled: "Okay, this sweet honey quilt set is on sale now, and you can take it home with only 98. We are doing promotional activities this month, because you are the ninth There are [-] [-] buyers, so we will give you a set of surprise gifts."

Wang Xiaoming watched silently as the shopping guide calmly brought them a new set of quilts, and a pink gift bag as a gift... Looking at the pink bag, Wang Xiaoming suddenly had an ominous premonition.

But this serious bedding company shouldn't give any weird gifts... right?

Then, Yu Fengjing returned home with Wang Xiaoming and the quilt.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Xiaoming couldn't wait to open the attached pink gift bag, and then Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

Because that pink gift bag didn't contain anything fancy, but a... pink, lace-trimmed, bow-knotted apron.

"...What the hell is this?!" Wang Xiaoming threw the pink apron onto the sofa, no wonder he thought the shopping guide was smiling so strangely just now!Thinking about it carefully, it must be a meaningful evil smile!

"This apron is pretty good," Yu Fengjing saw the apron on the sofa, smiled slightly, and said, "...show me to wear it at night, just wear this."

"Who wants to wear this for you to see!" Wang Xiaoming couldn't imagine that scene... just thinking about it for a while made his scalp tingle!

"Then I'll show you how to wear it." Yu Fengjing answered the words very calmly.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

Wang Xiaoming was suspiciously silent. He imagined that Yu Fengjing was wearing nothing but this pink apron decorated with lace and bowknots. The moment he came home and opened the door, he smiled shyly and said: " Master, you have worked hard, welcome home~ The bath water has been put away, and the meals are ready, do you want to take a bath first, or eat first...or eat me first?"... Then Wang Xiaoming was very fast Oh no!

"...No! Who wants to see you wearing this." Wang Xiaoming snorted.

"But your eyes clearly tell me...you are looking forward to it." Yu Fengjing smiled lowly.

Wang Xiaoming reached out and patted Yu Fengjing's face away expressionlessly.

Yu Fengjing laughed lightly, stretched out his hand to hold Wang Xiaoming's hand, and pushed Wang Xiaoming down on the sofa with light force. Wang Xiaoming was caught off guard and thrown onto the sofa, and then Yu Fengjing's body was pressed down...

Just when Yu Fengjing's lips were about to touch the corners of Wang Xiaoming's mouth, Wang Xiaoming's phone's text message notification rang suddenly. Wang Xiaoming turned his head, patted Yu Fengjing's face away, and took out his phone to read the text message.

Yu Fengjing had no choice but to maintain the posture of supporting the sofa with both hands, leaning halfway on Wang Xiaoming's body, watching with a chuckle as Wang Xiaoming turned his head to check the text message.

After reading the text message, Wang Xiaoming turned his head and told Yu Fengjing: "The editor Bi Xia just sent me a text message, asking me to go to XX Hotel to have dinner with the people in your studio in an hour."

"Oh." Yu Fengjing was very calm, "There is still an hour..."

Wang Xiaoming kicked Yu Fengjing lightly, and said, "Aren't you ready?"

"Preparing for what?" Yu Fengjing chuckled.

"How are you going to come out with your little friends? You don't need to write a draft to write an outline. Do you have to think about how to say it before you can make people cry..." Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand to push Yu Fengjing away.

"No need," Yu Fengjing smiled lowly, "We just need to make good use of this hour..."

"How to hurry up?" Wang Xiaoming was taken aback.

Yu Fengjing chuckled meaningfully, his fingers had already penetrated into Wang Xiaoming's clothes, and his warm fingertips were stroking Wang Xiaoming's skin... "You will know soon."

"...I don't want to know at all now!"

In the end, under Wang Xiaoming's indomitable struggle, Yu Fengjing still didn't make it to the end.

However, Yu Fengjing pressed Wang Xiaoming on the sofa and gnawed him from head to toe, kissing from forehead to chin, from chin to Adam's apple, from Adam's apple to chest, from chest to waist, and then continued to linger... …

Wang Xiaoming was dizzy from being gnawed the whole time. When he pushed Yu Fengjing away panting and got up, Yu Fengjing almost took off half of his pants, and his underwear was exposed to the air... There was a ridiculous Doraemon head portrait.

Panting, Wang Xiaoming thought, today he didn't wear the old man's underpants that cost ten yuan and three pairs...shouldn't it be a sight to behold?

Yu Fengjing smiled lightly, stretched out his slender and fair fingers to poke Doraemon's "face", Wang Xiaoming's whole body trembled slightly, Yu Fengjing smiled lowly, and lowered his head to look at Doraemon's "face". A kiss on the cheek.

Wang Xiaoming trembled slightly, and quickly stretched out his foot to kick Yu Fengjing away.

"It's almost time, get ready to go."

Pushing Yu Fengjing away again, Wang Xiaoming got up and was about to put back the pants that Yu Fengjing had taken off half of. Scars, dotted like strawberries on the fair skin of his inner thighs.

Wang Xiaoming was about to feel ill, so he hurriedly got up to look for a mirror, and asked Yu Fengjing, "You didn't leave marks on my neck, did you?" Hickey to eat!

"Don't worry, I'm sensible," Yu Fengjing smiled and helped Yu Fengjing put on his pants while rubbing Yu Fengjing's buttocks, "...I only left traces where they couldn't see it."

Wang Xiaoming blushed, stretched out his feet and kicked Yu Fengjing away, sat up and lowered his head to button his clothes.

Sure enough, Yu Fengjing did as he said, leaving marks only on Wang Xiaoming's chest below the collarbone, or on the skin a little further below. These are places that cannot be seen when he puts on clothes. place, but did not leave any trace... Although Yu Fengjing's lips also lingered on it.

After tidying up his clothes, Wang Xiaoming followed Yu Fengjing to the agreed place.

After finding the reserved private room, Wang Xiaoming followed Yu Fengjing into the room a little apprehensively, feeling a little excited to see his natal family.

After pushing the door and entering, several young people were chatting and laughing around the table, and the girl Wang Xiaoming met in the morning was sitting among several young people. After noticing that someone pushed the door and entered, they all looked up subconsciously. .

"...is he so handsome that he has no friends?" A young man with dyed golden hair was the first to realize, stood up and greeted Wang Xiaoming enthusiastically.

"Hey, Yu Fengjing, aren't you feeling well?" The golden retriever was stunned again after seeing Yu Fengjing.

"It's all right now." Yu Fengjing said with a smile.

"Why did you come here with the Great God?" The golden-haired young man asked a little puzzled, but soon he suddenly realized, "You must have met downstairs by chance, right?"

As he said that, without waiting for the two people to reply, he laughed at Wang Xiaoming and said, "Master, you don't know, Yu Fengjing really likes your novels, and he recommends your novels in our studio every day, which hurts our whole studio." Everyone has become your brainless fan."

And the girl Wang Xiaoming met before who didn't know her name was Xiaoyou, Xiaoyou or Xiaoyou also came over, and asked Yu Fengjing with a concerned look: "Is the stomachache healed? Why don't you take a good rest?"

"Well, thank you for your concern." Yu Fengjing smiled, but the smile was very polite.

"Don't force yourself when you're not feeling well," the girl said caringly, then turned to Wang Xiaoming, and said with sparkling eyes, "Master, I also like your novels very much!"

"...Thank you." Wang Xiaoming smiled.

"Brother Fengjing," the girl turned to Yu Fengjing again, and asked him with a smile, "Why didn't I hear you say that you knew a great god before, why didn't you tell me earlier?" It can be seen that Yu Fengjing definitely did not meet Wang Xiaoming by chance downstairs, but they have known each other for a long time.

"We've known each other for a long time," Wang Xiaoming secretly pinched Yu Fengjing's palm, "but at that time he didn't like my novels..."

"Really," the golden-haired young man patted Yu Fengjing's shoulder with dissatisfaction, and said carelessly, "Why didn't you tell us that you knew the Great God? If I had known you knew the Great God, I would have asked you directly for the Great God's autograph!"

"Didn't I say that?" Yu Fengjing raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"...Did you say that!" The golden-haired young man rolled his eyes.

"That must be because you didn't ask." Yu Fengjing said with a smile.

The young golden retriever is invincible.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go to the table, and we'll be ordering in a while." Others waved to Wang Xiaoming and Yu Fengjing.

So Wang Xiaoming went to the table surrounded by everyone, and Yu Fengjing calmly sat beside Wang Xiaoming under the eyes of everyone.

"Master," the golden-haired young man greeted Wang Xiaoming enthusiastically, "Just order whatever you want, this menu..." He said, and he handed the menu to Wang Xiaoming. Before Wang Xiaoming reached out, Yu Fengjing took the menu calmly.

"Hey, hey, the menu is for the master." The golden-haired young man obviously knew Yu Fengjing quite well, "What are you grabbing? It's your turn after the master finishes ordering."

"I'll just help him order," Yu Fengjing said with a light smile, "I know what he likes to eat."

Wang Xiaoming nodded silently.

During the long period of waiting for the food to be served, these young people full of enthusiasm and vigor took Wang Xiaoming to drink a few glasses of wine. While drinking, they asked him what kind of game he hoped his novel would be adapted into. Wang Xiaoming was so drunk Huhu, confused, I don't know what to say.

Just when the golden retriever was about to toast with Wang Xiaoming again, Yu Fengjing smiled and snatched the wine glass from Wang Xiaoming's hand, and drank it for Wang Xiaoming.

Finally when it was time to serve the dishes, the few dishes placed in front of Wang Xiaoming were all Wang Xiaoming's favorite dishes. Before Wang Xiaoming could move his chopsticks, Yu Fengjing automatically extended the chopsticks to pick up some dishes for Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming's face was a little red from drinking, he half-closed his eyes, and ate the food that Yu Fengjing gave him without even looking at it. As soon as Yu Fengjing put it in his bowl, he picked it up and ate it, eating one by one. Very tacit understanding.

Others stared blankly at the tacit understanding and warmth flowing between these two people. It was not the aura that ordinary friends or good brothers would have at all. No matter how slow they were, they could still feel that something was wrong.

And the girl who seemed to have a crush on Yu Fengjing had already sensed the aura between the two of them that didn't allow outsiders to intervene. She stared at the two people who looked like no one else for a while, then lowered her head and ate food in silence.