Ten thousand people think that the real young master has been reborn [Interstellar]

After Shi Jin and Feng Jiu got together, they mortgaged a small house together. The two of them have recited the loan for 80 years, but both of them can earn money, and they probably won't have children in the future. Up is not a problem.

If it doesn't work, Shi Jin can also ask Xiao Lu to sell himself to support his family.

Xiaolu: Chirp Chirp?

Their house is not big, more than 100 square meters, two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and a small balcony. The residence is on the third floor. The balcony is covered with glass and surrounded by various green plants. , and placed a rocking chair among the green plants.

The rocking chair is not small, it can lie down on him and Feng Jiu, or it can put the deer under it, sometimes the giant wolf will come over and jump up, and then Feng Jiu kicks it down, finally reluctantly Lie down next to the rocking chair and watch the scenery in the night sky with them.

Feng Jiu will also put a small table next to the rocking chair, on which there are ice-cold Fat House Happy Water, half a sliced ​​watermelon, bright red and juicy, exuding a fruity fragrance.

These were all things that Shi Jin had inadvertently mentioned to him before.

Shi Jin wanted a stable home where there was smoke and fire when entering, and where everything was warm.

It seems that because of the reason that he had stayed in an orphanage before, Shi Jin attached great importance to the concept of "home", and had very specific ideas for every corner, such as the bed should be milky white, the quilt should be light yellow, and the bedroom should have Warm colors are required, the living room needs a big and soft sofa, the kitchen is always full of all kinds of food, and can be eaten anytime and anywhere, the TV at home needs to be big and big, he can sit on the floor and lean on the sofa See a movie.

Then, the home that was constructed in his head was gradually realized in Feng Jiu's hands.

Feng Jiu's hands-on ability is very strong, they just booked the new home, Feng Jiu started to move things to the house, a lot of wooden furniture was bought by himself and made of wood, including the wicker chair that Shi Jin lay on.

The furniture he makes will write the word "seal" in the corner, filling the entire space unscrupulously.

Shi Jin has never interfered in such things as handicrafts. Feng Jiu learned this work from his stepfather, and he has a unique family tradition. Take a towel and wipe it off for Feng Jiu.

When Feng Jiu was working, he was always serious, when Shi Jin wiped his face with a cold towel, he didn't take his eyes off the work in hand, at most he raised his chin to cooperate with Shi Jin.

The towel in Shi Jin's hand slid down from his forehead, gently wiped the side of his face, then his Adam's apple, and finally landed on his collarbone, exerting an inexplicable force.

When Feng Jiu was carving wood for convenience, he didn't wear a shirt, his bronzed skin was covered with hard muscles, separated by a layer of cold towel, the muscles underneath were so hot that Shi Jin's fingertips went limp.

Shi Jin poked it twice.

He didn't know where he had poked, Feng Jiu stopped working for a moment, then turned his head to look at Shi Jin.

Shi Jin looked at him with raised eyebrows, and there was a kind of obscure light in his eyes.

Feng Jiu's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He and Shi Jin have lived together since they bought this room, but they are in different rooms, but they are both young people, and their eyes are full of crackling sparks. I don't know when the fire will burn dry wood , Crackling and frying all night.

It was Shi Jin who leaned over first.

Shi Jin's knee pressed onto Feng Jiu's leg, with very light force, he pressed down from top to bottom, probably trying to push Feng Jiu to the ground, but somehow, Shi Jin was still below when the two of them landed.

Shi Jin was not discouraged, and worked hard to scroll up.

Flipping and turning, the two of them fell from the ground onto the sofa, and turned all their clothes far away, Shi Jin finally got his wish and fell on Feng Jiu's body.

Then, Feng Jiu pinched his waist, blushing, and put him on his lap.

Shi Jin:?

Is there something wrong?