I refuse this box lunch

In many cases, people cannot escape the label of an "emotional animal" after all.

For example, Gu Xincheng at this moment.

As smart as he is, he could understand after careful thought that such situations, such words, and such obvious behaviors are nothing but expressions of mutual affection.

But the sudden shock had already caused him to lose his previous precise judgment.

The tall man even stretched out his hand just like the child, and moved his five fingers to the boy's eyes, shaking them back and forth.

Fowler's black pupils honestly reflected what he had done, unresponsive, apparently ignorant.

"Duan Fuhe." Gu Xincheng said suddenly.

Fuhe blinked and tilted his head slightly.The head moved, but the "line of sight" did not move at all.

Gu Xincheng finally smiled for the first time in more than a month: "Heal with peace of mind, you must get better."

The reason why Chidi in the north got its name is because it is cold and barren and there are few vegetation, and secondly, it is far away from Beijing. As a holy place for exile, the corvee for criminals is very heavy.Every year, a considerable number of exiled prisoners are deported here, and then they die here in large numbers before the weather warms up the next year.

All in all, not a great place.

However, Gu Xincheng used the reason of patrolling the border, and listed more than a dozen of the necessity of patrolling the border in the memorandum. An excerpt wrote about the vital importance of the country and the importance of the people, as evidenced by the disasters and chaos in the border areas in the past. The emperor lived a comfortable life, so naturally let him go.

As a result, the young Zaifu settled down in Chidi as a matter of course.

Under the banner of serving the country and the people, he spent his own money and his own people to drastically repair houses and fields, blatantly improved the surrounding living environment, brought Fuhe into a comfortable and warm room, and meticulously arranged the keep.

The subordinates went back and forth between the capital and Chidi in batches, in addition to sending some decision documents, there were also Zhao Fengqi's irresistible words to scold Shangfeng.

There are many miscellaneous things in the capital, and the tedious wrangling between the six departments is usually because you have your reasons, and he has his evidence, and it is the most difficult to calculate if you are confused.Gu Xincheng was not around, so he could only look for Zhao Fengqi, but he has such a temperament, his official position and qualifications are also not enough, he usually does not help each other, and he is irritated by being caught in the middle every day, he is almost as tired as a dead dog.

But if you can still have the energy to scold others, it means you can handle it.

Gu Xincheng didn't bother about it, he just selected a few useful bureaucrats from the few bureaucrats he had found before, and transferred them to assist one or two.

As for Fuhe, relying on his own strength, he ate up mountains of gold and silver in just half a month.

If it weren't for the fact that Gu Xincheng's family had mines, it would definitely not be able to withstand the consumption of his bottomless pit.

And the eyes of the bottomless pit were just a little better, and they could see the whole appearance of people clearly, so they started to build.

For convenience, the two moved into a big house together, separating the inside and the outside. The inner room was for Fu He to recuperate, and the outer room was for Gu Xincheng to sleep and work.

He doesn't think the smell of medicine is bad, and he can do many chores in life by himself, and he will never borrow the hands of others.Even though the guards around him had gone through several layers of inspection and inspection, and their details were absolutely clean, they still kept in mind the fact that Fuhe was taken away that day, and dared not ignore it.

The noble son of the past, today's Da Zaifu, is now busy inside and outside giving medicine to the boy, feeding porridge, squeezing the handkerchief, and covering the quilt.No matter who saw it in the capital, they would think that they were sleepy and did not wake up.

When Gu Xincheng was handling the official documents, Fu He lay on the low couch with his head propped up, pulled the jade pendant from the man's clothes and held it in his hand to play with.His voice is not fully healed, and the doctor's order said to keep it as good as possible and not to make too much noise, so he didn't talk, he just grunted.

In the movements and demeanor, it is clear that it hurts here and there, and the chest is heavy, and I can't breathe.

System: ...I got it.Human beings are indeed multifaceted.

Gu Xincheng's writing hand dipped in the ink once, so he could pause for two or three times.The Zihao brush was placed next to the inkstone again, and the man's phoenix eyes looked at him slightly slantingly, it was an extremely pampering and doting look.

He was willing to follow the routine, never pretending to be a fake, raised a hand with well-defined joints, and patted the boy's back lightly.

After a while: "Is it better?"

Fuhe smiled sweeter than honey, and nodded repeatedly.

Gu Xincheng raised the corners of his lips, moved his hand to the top of the boy's hair, stroked it gently twice, then turned around and continued to read the official document.

About half an hour later, Fuhe repeated his old tricks, and his actions repeated.

They are not tired, the system is tired of watching.

Finally couldn't take it anymore: "What's the point of you doing this!" Those who didn't know, thought they were watching the reruns of the show every day.

"Interesting, why is it boring?" If "Bottomless Pit" had a tail, it would have reached the sky, and it would be even more complacent than getting a high score. "You don't understand, this is what it feels like to be hurt."

System: "..." It repeatedly warned itself, don't be sour, don't be sour.Gold and silver, as intangible data, are not needed at all, and love, love, is indeed something that it cannot understand.

But later, he really couldn't hear Fuhe showing off, so he couldn't help but choke him: "The host seems to have a lot of experience, and he is capable, so talk about it?"

The alliance stipulates that the system should block sensitive words.

Fuhe was silent for a moment, obviously not affected by the shielding, and could hear the sensitive words clearly.

Moreover, his thoughts were really hit by the system.

She has already done something proactive, kissed her all the time, and spent half a month together day and night, but there is almost no more intimate contact.

To this day, even if he wears shoes and socks, this person will turn his eyes away and don't pay much attention.

He is a real gentleman.

But Fuhe has endured for so long, and he no longer wants to be a gentleman with him.

He said a long time ago that he doesn't like sadomasochistic love, and he doesn't like looking forward and backward. If he wants to be together, he should have a good sex, and then he should be tender and intimate, and he should be intimate.

For one's own welfare, what is the face.

When the system sensed his intentions, it couldn't help saying: "Host, are you serious?"

"Very serious." Fuhe touched his face with his fingers, "Is my complexion much better?"

The system evaluates objectively: "You must know in your own mind."

Fuhe nodded: "The old man has real skills. I seriously suspect that he gave up treatment at the beginning because he saw that I had no money. Poverty is the most difficult disease in the world to treat."

The system suspected that he was implicating himself, but there was no evidence, so he could only say dully: "Then you can do it yourself."

Fuhe raised his eyebrows: "Just wait and see."

So in the middle of the night, I got out of bed half-blindly, and under the soft light of the candle that never went out all night, I stepped barefoot on the soft and warm carpet, stopping every step, cautiously, like a cat, gliding around the pillars and drilling through the curtains, with teeth still in between. He took a piece of the robe corner, and then, like a fish swimming, he seized the opportunity and slipped in through the quilt of the other bed.

Fuhe succeeded in his plan, complacent, and moved his head and limbs completely close to the brocade quilt. As soon as he moved out, he met a pair of eyes with a little surprise.

Gu Xincheng doesn't use sleeping incense much anymore, he feels very light, and he is a martial arts practitioner, a little movement can wake him up, and it is also to prevent Fuhe from being able to take care of any needs at night.

Therefore, as soon as Fuhe moved, he knew it.

Not to mention what happened next.

There must be a reason for what happened, and after recovering from his senses, Gu Xincheng immediately asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

He sat up and was ready to prepare emergency medicine at any time. Fu Lanyu's elder had explained that Fuhe's symptoms were very easy to relapse, and in case of emergency, he would take some quick-acting medicine, and there would be a certain degree of recovery. ease.

"No discomfort." The boy said slowly and softly, "I just had a nightmare and was a little scared."

At this moment, in Gu Xincheng's heart, Fu He is a porcelain doll that cannot be dropped or touched.It is reasonable to be afraid of nightmares.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The man still comforted him softly, and even gestured with his chin for the sword hanging on the wall, "No matter what is in the nightmare, it dare not come again."

Hearing this, Fuhe couldn't help laughing.

It's true that he was acting like a baby and begging for comfort, but he didn't really want to be a little doll.

Adults should have thoughts, don't you have the surname Gu?

Straightforwardly, Fowle fell under the quilt and grabbed the man's abdominal muscles.

Man, you should understand this hint, right?

Gu Xincheng was stroked by a cool hand on his lower abdomen, and his muscles moved in reflex.Then he suddenly realized that the scene in front of him was unusual.

The sweetheart is so close, as beautiful as a painting in ink, sharing the same bed, not to mention the temperature of the two bodies are entangled, even the dim yellow candle has become ambiguous and difficult to distinguish.

Fuhe lay obediently on his side, looking at him with soft eyes, almost trying to draw out his never-spoken feelings.

But just barely.

The young man was so ill, he had to be a beast to think about those things every day.

But what Fuhe is most afraid of is that he doesn't want to.

The boasting, the face that was thrown out, no matter what, let him make a little money.

The tip of the pale pink tongue licked lightly between Fuhe's lips, and a ray of seductive moisture that seemed pure and tempting appeared in those moist eyes, as if silently sending out an invitation to empathy, revealing everywhere With an irresistible attraction.

But the fact is indeed so, Gu Xincheng never knew that the sticky and slippery churning between his lips and teeth could have such an intoxicating magic power, he licked the moist and warm mouth with extremely light and compassionate force, and then slowly licked the moist and warm mouth from the boy's round lips. Zhu Shang backed away, bullied him again, and tasted inside and out.

The taste of the world.

His fingertips brushed over the smooth shoulders, paused for a moment, and then wrapped the body in his arms tightly.

"You're being rude again, forgive me Meng Lang." The man's deep and hoarse voice whirled around Fuhe's ear, "My mother once said that if you like someone, you should marry them right away. Fuhe, wait for me Wait."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Zhaoxi Jiucao for the forty bottles of nutrient solution, and thanks to Yishang for the ten bottles of nutrient solution.

Thank you for your support, much appreciated.