Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Since Jiang Youmin's health improved, his whole body has also gained weight at a speed visible to the naked eye - of course, all this is inseparable from the diligent breeder Song.

After finally raising the meat back, before Song Xi finished his addiction of feeding the "cub", Jiang Youmin clamored to keep fit and lose weight, and strongly demanded that the daily diet return to normal.

Song Xi looked at the man who only picked up vegetables, with a heartbroken face, "Why do you want to lose weight? You are not fat. Besides, losing weight requires balanced nutrition. How can you not eat meat?"

Jiang Youmin picked up some vegetables and put them in his bowl, and said, "Brother, it's not good to have too greasy for dinner."

Song Xi was determined to slap him: "What's wrong? I don't cultivate immortality, so what's wrong with eating more meat?"

Jiang Youmin didn't want to argue with him at first, but after thinking about it, he still had to say something, "You have a bad stomach, it's not good to eat too much greasy food at night, and you went to the toilet twice last night."

Last night, Song Xi's stomach was really uncomfortable. I thought there was little movement, but who knew that this guy was awake. He stuck his neck in a vexatious gesture and said, "Can't I get up and look in the mirror?"

People who are in love always look childish, of course, this childishness is very cute.

Jiang Youmin didn't feel that he was unreasonable at all. For some reason, he had already gone to outer space. He smiled: "That may be because I fell asleep."

Song Xi took two mouthfuls of rice contentedly, and then heard his lover say: "Brother, I'm not afraid that if I get older, I won't be able to hold it in if I get fat. Besides, my stomach is so ballooned that I can't even button my shirt."

Song Xi paused, feeling a stab in the heart, it was cool.

In terms of his age, he is four years older than Jiang Youmin. At the age of 27, he began to worry about getting fat in his middle age. Isn't he too slack at 31?

Immediately, the image of himself with a beer belly and eating meat appeared in his mind, Song Xi shuddered, and subconsciously reached out to touch his belly.

Huh, it's okay, I can feel the muscle || outline.

Jiang Youmin ate it with his head buried in it, so as to cover up the ever-flowing smile on his face.

Song Xi waved his hand: "Eat first, we will discuss after we finish eating."

That being said, since then, his chopsticks have been extended to vegetarian dishes significantly more times, and meat dishes have instantly become an unpopular wife who is not favored, only occasionally being favored.

It's not that Jiang Youmin doesn't let him eat, but the diet of southerners is more rice-based, and they don't have the habit of skipping breakfast. Dinner is enough for seventy percent full, but Song Xi can't control his mouth, so he stops when he eats. If he didn't come down, it was himself who felt uncomfortable at night.

After eating, Jiang Youmin went to wash the dishes. This is always the case in their family, whoever cooks doesn't have to wash the dishes.

After he washed the dishes, Song Xi suddenly wanted to go outside for a stroll. It was still early, so he happened to go for a walk to digest food.

Jiang Youmin glanced at him, his expression was a little... er, hard to describe.

Song Xi didn't know what it meant until after the two of them went out, he stopped in front of a barbecue restaurant, and after stopping, he couldn't walk anymore.

Jiang Youmin poured cold water on the side, "You just ate, eat at most two skewers to satisfy your hunger."

Song Xi shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, how about two strings, I want at least ten strings!"

Jiang Youmin gave him a cool look: "A string."

Song Xi: "..."

"Then, five strings will do..."

He was ready to continue bargaining so that the other party would know that he was determined to eat five skewers today.

result.

Jiang Youmin took out his phone neatly, and when the fingerprint lock was unlocked, there was a page for scanning the code to pay. He said, "OK."

Holding the skewers, Song Xi always felt that something was wrong, his head was twisted for a while and he couldn't tell the specifics.

After he finished eating five skewers, he walked home leisurely, the food in his stomach was almost digested, and after washing up, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep with his arms around him.

Song Xi is teaching at the university, so he should go to class even after his vacation is over. It happens that he has class tomorrow morning, so he has to get up early to prepare the ppt, and Jiang Youmin has to go to work tomorrow, so there is no fuss.

It was an embarrassing season right now, the sun was shining at noon, and it was cold under the quilt at night, but Song Xi was extremely hot at the moment, as if being thrown into a stove to be roasted.

He kicked some of the quilt away with his feet, exposing half of his body to breathe outside, huh, it was so hot.Anyone with a big stove behind their backs can't stand it.

Jiang Youmin has a high body temperature, which is a magic tool for winter, but it will not work when the weather gets hotter, and it will become hot when you touch it.

But it's not as exaggerated as he said, the main thing is that when two people meet together, they rub against two flints, and with a whiff, it ignites.

Jiang Youmin stretched out his long legs and kicked the quilt back to cover him, without taking his feet back, he just put it on Song Xi's lap, and blew behind his ear: "Buddha said, when the mind is calm, it will naturally cool down."

Anyway, he is also a person who has experienced big storms, how could Song Xi be teased by him?He raised his hand and unceremoniously drilled into the hem of the man's clothes, unceremoniously showing his secret knowledge of martial arts, groping randomly, making the temperature even higher.

Song Xi said: "If you are not sincere, the Buddha will not recognize you."

Jiang Youmin took a deep breath, grabbed the troubled hand of the opponent, the sweet || greasy breath rolled around Song Xi's ears, the momentum rose and fell, and finally turned into a sigh: "I don't believe in Buddhism."

As he spoke, he tore off the quilt, got up and took out a thinner quilt from the cabinet, and after putting it on, he fell asleep with his arms around him again.

Now that the heat was gone, Song Xi nestled comfortably in the other's arms, unceremoniously put his hands on the other's waist, slipped in and just hung on.

Jiang Youmin told him to vent his anger again, and when he calmed down, Song Xi had already entered a light sleep state, his breathing gradually changed from rapid to slow and long, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Jiang Youmin also felt drowsy when he heard the voice, he carefully wrapped him in his arms with a protector's attitude, and fell asleep with the stars and moon outside the window.

My heart is not sincere, I have you in my heart.

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