The actor who wears it is a loyal dog

Seeing that he was almost home, Feng Jing didn't call back, rubbing his head while replying a message, telling Feng Xing to go back right away, don't worry.

To Feng Jing's surprise, after he got out of the car, Feng Xing was already waiting for him at the elevator entrance in the parking lot, with a worried look on his face.

Feng Jing just felt uncomfortable after drinking too much, and he didn't like to talk much, but he wouldn't lose consciousness, and he wouldn't be broken the next day.

He was still very surprised that Feng Xing came to pick him up, probably because he was afraid of people, Feng Xing never went out except to go out every day for exercise and grocery shopping, but now he was willing to go downstairs to pick him up, which surprised him.

After being drunk, Feng Jing staggered towards Feng Xing, seeing an acquaintance in front of him, he took advantage of the situation and leaned towards him, "Uncomfortable", Feng Jing muttered, "I don't like drinking".

Feng Xing pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, Feng Jing saw that his lips moved up and down very interestingly, so he stretched out his hands and pinched his lips.Feng Xing stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

A sober Feng Jing would not do these things, but now he has no scruples, he just thinks that the man in front of him looks good everywhere, and his muscles are easy to touch.

Feng Jing smirked and was unwilling to move, so Feng Xing coaxed him to go back, because his mouth was still in someone else's hands, and his voice was not very clear.

The two were deadlocked here, Feng Jing was still tired and half leaned on Feng Xing.

"I'll carry you back." Feng Xing's voice trembled for some unknown reason.Feng Jing didn't agree, nor refused, but just started pulling him to go back, capricious like a child.

In the end it was Feng Xing who carried Feng Jing back, maybe his back was strong enough and strong enough, which made Feng Jing feel safe, and he slept soundly on Feng Xing's back even though he hadn't fallen asleep in the car.

Feng walked very steadily, and when he got home, he put him on the bed in the master bedroom, and helped him change into his pajamas. Feng Jing woke up once in a daze, and then fell asleep with peace of mind after seeing that it was Feng Xing.

Feng Xing wiped Feng Xing's face carefully. He had never done these things before, but he did it very well because of his care and heart.Before this, it was hard for Feng Xing to imagine that a warrior like him could take care of a person like this, but when he thought of taking care of his master - taking care of a person like him, Feng Xing had unlimited energy and patience.

Feng Xing poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside, afraid that Feng Jing would wake up thirsty, so he backed out carefully.

Back on his bed, Feng Xing couldn't help but think of what his master said yesterday, and how uncomfortable his master was today.

He realized his mistake. In the past two months, he had stayed at his master's house as he should, enjoying everything Feng Jing earned through his hard work. He thought he was taking care of Feng Jing, but he didn't realize it. Today is different from the past.

His former master had countless people making money for him, and he was just a slave with some fists, as long as he worked hard, but now Feng Jing only has himself, he should go out to work and help him make money, instead of just making some at home like a vase trivia.

What can he do out there?

Feng Xing suddenly felt very powerless. Usually, when Feng Jing was working and facing the computer with him, he didn't feel anything, but now Feng Jing wanted to go out and do things he didn't want to do in order to make money.

In ancient times, he didn't have such troubles at all, because as a slave, he didn't have the time and mood to think about it. He just needed to complete the task, but now, the master told him that he was a person, a free person with the right to choose, It's up to you to decide what to do and what not to do.

Without orders and instructions, what should I do?

Feng Xing tried his best to recall everything he had when he was the commander of the dark guards. Those memories were overshadowed by the busy and painful time of slavery. The young man in fresh clothes and angry horse and the commander-in-chief with boundless glory were all his past, what about now?What to do now?

The first is to go out to work, but what can I do?Kung fu, which he was once proud of, is no longer a necessity, but wisdom, knowledge and experience are the hard currency - and these three are the things that he is scarce.

——Come to me anytime you have any questions?What Feng Jing once said came to his mind, can he go to the master?

He is so good, he will definitely answer himself.

So ask the owner tomorrow.

Feng Xing realized this, and his inexplicable excitement seemed to break through a kind of restraint, and also seemed to rebuild something.

Feng Xing stood up, he suddenly wanted to look at his master, even though Feng Jing was already asleep, his breath, his face seemed to have strength.

thump—

thump—

Feng Xing's heart was beating, and his heart seemed to be clenched by a hand, but he didn't know who this hand belonged to.

Feng Xing nimbly walked to Feng Jing's bed, knelt on the head of the bed, and looked at his master through the blurred light through the thin curtains.Such peeping was undoubtedly an offense, but Feng Xing didn't care about it. He traced the master's eyebrows and eyes with his own eyes, wanting to engrave this person into his memory and flesh and blood.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had come to this era and came to his master. Gratitude and loyalty turned into desire, and desire turned into greed—he wanted to stay by his master's side forever.

He used to be like a commodity, and whoever was transferred to it would be his master, but now, he just wants to be a slave of one person, to be driven by him forever, and to follow behind him forever.

I am not a qualified slave, Feng Xing thought, but I have met a master who is worthy of my devotion.

Feng Xing stayed by Feng Jing's bed for a long time, afraid that Feng Jing would see him angry when he got up, so he reluctantly went back to the room.

When Feng Jing got up the next day, he still remembered the stupid things he had done, and felt a little embarrassed. Seeing that Feng Xing had already made a hearty breakfast, he scratched his hair.

"When I didn't get up in the morning before, did you make such a big meal?" Feng Jing suddenly realized this, remembering that he didn't want to get up every morning, Feng Xing prepared the meal and waited for him like an ancient concubine, and felt I'm such a scumbag.

Throwing away the image of a boudoir and resentful woman in his mind, Feng Jing made up his mind that he must get up on time every day in the future, so as not to disappoint Feng Xing's wishes.

"I don't even know." Feng Jing said in an annoyed tone.

Feng Xing was obviously not very good at comforting Feng Jing, but he also had a way. He took out the dessert from the oven, and the sweet aroma instantly made Feng Jing forget all his emotions.

"Ah Jing, tell me, if I want to go out to work, can I do it?" It was the first time Feng Xing used such a "friendly" accusation title, which shocked Feng Xing.In turn, he was very happy. He realized that the past two months had probably brought Feng Xing back to the state that a normal person should have - having self-awareness and the desire for self-realization.

"Yes, of course."

The author has something to say: Feng Xing finally got the hang of it, laying the foundation for their future love! ! !