I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

An Xing moved back to Qingpan Villa, and took Xiao Xiao over a few days later.

Ning An, who usually pets cats the most, didn't say anything, but An Zhi was awkward for several days.On the night when Xiaoxiao was picked up, he sent a message to An Xing for the first time, saying that he asked the master to figure it out. The landscape of Qingpan Villa is not suitable for raising cats, and asked An Xing to send it back, or he would pick it up. OK.

An Xing believed his evil, and called Feng Xixi in a blink of an eye, exaggerating the loneliness of his husband staying alone in the empty nest, and even a little perverted.

Frightened by Feng Xixi, she hung up the phone and went to comfort her empty-nest husband whom she hadn't seen for several days.

An Xing also had an extremely clean and free night.

In August, the flowers in the small courtyard are in full bloom, and the temperature of the body surface is also rising wildly. When the door is opened, the heat blows in, and the skin is quickly covered with a thin layer of sweat.

So under the persuasion of Jiang Hanchen and Ning An, An Xing half pushed and half started the home office mode.

It's just that it's hard for Mo Keke to go to An Xing for meetings under the scorching sun every now and then.

"I'm dying from the sun, I'm dying from the sun, my delicate face is about to be ruined!"

An Xing kicked Mo Keke who was paralyzed on his sofa with a mask on his face expressionlessly: "What's wrong with you? Come and follow my mask? I'm looking for you for a meeting."

"Let's go." Mo Keke patted his feet away in distaste, his eyes closed like a salted fish, "I didn't discourage you, boss, I just came here yesterday, and our studio is actually not that busy."

An Xing had a grape in his mouth, and his words were sticky: "No..."

"Huh?" Mo Keke's keen little radar was activated, and a salted fish turned over and sat up, "What's the matter?"

"That..." An Xing swallowed the grapes, his throat was a little itchy from the sweetness, "Brother's birthday is coming, I haven't decided what to give yet..."

"Huh? When?"

"number 6."

"Oh, the 6th..." Mo Keke jerked off the mask, "This month?!"

An Xing swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva before recovering his throat: "Yeah."

"You're okay! It's only been three days! Your heart is too big!"

An Xing shrank his neck from being yelled at: "No...the gift was already prepared, who knew that we broke up, and Xiaoxiao was discovered in advance..."

"Little?"

Xiao Xiao, who was lazily lying on An Xing's lap, struggled to raise his head, and meowed extremely perfunctorily.

An Xing scratched its chin: "Go to sleep and be good."

The overly heavy head drooped again.

Mo Keke: "...it is lazier than me."

"What is the comparison between you and a cat?" An Xing rolled his eyes silently, "Time is running out, can you concentrate?"

Mo Keke put the mask on again with a small face, and lay down again expressionlessly: "My brother Jiang is not short of anything, I can't think of it."

"I can't figure it out and let me go back." An Xing chased away the guests mercilessly, "Don't just stay at my house and wait for the sweet and sour ribs."

Mo Keke: "..."

What made Mo Keke risk disfigurement on a hot day was not the ideological awareness of the workers, but Wang Ma's sweet and sour short ribs.

If it wasn't for Ning Qingyu not being able to create the original taste, Mo Keke wouldn't be willing to run here.

"I think the two of us have to think long-term about this matter." Mo Keke, who can bend and stretch, is still a good guy after this meal, "First of all, we need to clarify Brother Jiang's needs at this stage."

An Xing tilted his head: "Need?"

"Yes, physically and psychologically, knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win every battle."

No one answered, the quiet living room only had the grunting sound of Xiao Xiao being comfortably masturbated.

Mo Keke opened one eye and saw An Xing in a daze: "What about meditation?"

"I do know something." An Xing frowned, looking very troubled, "But it has nothing to do with birthday gifts..."

"Ah? Say it."

An Xing squirmed: "...Me."

"Ok?"

"Me." An Xing blushed, "We haven't had that for a long time, brother is reluctant to hurt me."

Mo Keke: "..."

Words could no longer express Mo Keke's mood at the moment, he angrily punched the sofa.

Xiaoxiao, who was about to fall asleep, was awakened by the shock, meowed at the culprit, then jumped off the sofa without looking back, and went to catch up on sleep in the cat's bed.

Mo Keke: "..."

It feels like this family is very unfriendly to him.

"Okay." Mo Keke decided to break the jar, "You strip yourself naked and put yourself on the bed, and it's over."

"Is that all? Would it be dishonest?"

"My little ancestor, isn't it sincere to bring such a big person to your lips?" Mo Keke put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes again, and looked indifferent, "Why don't you just order props? Ears, little tail, sexy lingerie, etc., I guarantee that your brother will not be able to hold it, and we will have a good night with you. How about it, is it interesting enough?"

There was another eerie silence.

Mo Keke opened his eyes suspiciously, and met An Xing's inquisitive little eyes, so scared that he almost kissed her.

"Fuck! What are you doing! I have a master!"

"I think it's a good idea." An Xing squatted next to him, the corners of his mouth curled up, "But how do you know so much? Have you ever played?"

Mo Keke closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

An Xing poked his arm: "Tell me? Send me the link?"

"Wang Ma! Wang Ma!" Mo Keke got up and ran to the kitchen, "Is my pork chop still not ready? I'm starving to death!"

Thoughtful An Xing picked and picked all afternoon, placed a lot of orders, asked the shopkeeper to send SF Express, and received the express delivery the next morning.

It took another morning to try it out by myself, and picked out the most satisfying set, and hid it in the back of the closet before Jiang Hanchen came home to accompany him for lunch.

"Brother! Aren't you busy today?"

Jiang Hanchen caught the mother-to-be who flew over, half worried and half blamed: "Run slowly, what if you fall down."

"No." An Xing skillfully hung onto Jiang Hanchen, wrapped his arms around his neck and rubbed his chin like a cat, "Brother has never missed a hand."

"Nonsense." Jiang Hanchen hugged An Xing to the dining table, and gently put him on the chair, "Brother, go change your clothes and get down immediately."

"!" An Xing hooked his little finger, looking a little eager, "Let's go together!"

In case the surprise is discovered, it's over!

Jiang Hanchen had no choice but to scrape the tip of his nose helplessly, "Okay, little clingy."

The little sticky man walked up and down, and finally sat down on Jiang Hanchen's lap to have lunch with relief.

"Brother, am I heavy?"

"It's too light." Jiang Hanchen raised his leg and weighed it, "Don't change the subject, we still have to eat broccoli."

An Xing curled his lips, and opened his mouth unrequitedly: "Ah——"

"Good boy." Jiang Hanchen picked another piece of braised pork for him, "Why is it still so light, is it because you have a bad appetite?"

An Xing chewed hastily for a few times before swallowing the broccoli, and ahh, he took a bite of the braised pork.

Jiang Hanchen calmly overturned his guess: "I have a good appetite."

An Xing's lips glistened after eating, and he turned his big eyes to inquire about the enemy's situation: "Brother, are you busy the day after tomorrow?"

Jiang Hanchen held the chopsticks for him again, Shanghai Qing, An Xing wrinkled his face and opened his mouth, Jiang Hanchen's words "very busy" fluttered in his ears, he couldn't hear clearly, he was only happy that he got a satisfactory answer.

He also missed the small pause before Jiang Hanchen's answer, and the unnaturalness of the ending.

The author has something to say: Happy March~

The next chapter is over~ (maybe