Long Aotian became popular overnight after wearing a sick and weak white moonlight

"You just—"

"I don't want to be misunderstood."

Zhou Heng turned his head, his blue-purple eyes seemed to be enchanted and irresistible.

Feng Ling took Zhou Heng's pajama pants like a ghost, and put them on.

Zhou Heng made another pot of tea, sat face to face with Feng Ling in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at Beijing City who was gradually waking up in the morning mist, and opened his lips: "When are you going to confess to me?"

"I need to--"

"From the unusual calm you showed when you discovered the abnormality, it can be judged that this is not the first time that you have exchanged with the body or consciousness of the mentally retarded."

"So you—"

"I got it right?"

"You lie to me!"

"It's not completely a lie, at least [-]% sure."

Zhou Heng reached out and pushed the steaming green herbal tea in front of Feng Ling: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"Can you solve my problem?"

"You have peeked into my life more than once through the eyes of a mentally retarded person. You should know that I am not an ordinary person."

"turn out to be--"

"There is still some sensitivity."

Zhou Heng smiled with a calm tone.

Feng Ling realized it instantly, so he no longer resisted, and told the secret that every time Zhou Heng kissed the little mentally handicapped, there was a high probability that he would be forced to consciously enter the little mentally handicapped body.

Of course, Feng Ling selectively concealed the dignity-related content such as being cut by Zhou Heng, throwing tantrums without burying shit, and watching Zhou Heng take a bath to see how it feels.

"...So you spent money and put me in the Xianxia drama because of my complaints about the Xianxia drama?"

"Correct."

"Why do it?"

"Because it's fun."

"Fun?"

"I admit that I have a bit of a bad taste, and I like to see others suffer and embarrass themselves."

"This is exactly the same as the little mentally retarded."

Zhou Heng forgave Feng Ling very leniently, or rather, Feng Lingmao.

Hearing this, Feng Ling was furious again: "—Don't mention your cat in front of me! I'm not your cat!"

"is it?"

Zhou Heng raised his hand, moved his fingertips slightly, and made a gesture of driving the spell.

Seeing this, Feng Ling, who still had lingering fear of the rooted pain, had to give in and said, "What's going on with your cat and me? Why does my consciousness turn into its body from time to time?"

"This one……"

"talk!"

"Find the little retard first."

……

Zhou Hengcai said that he wanted to find the little mentally handicapped, and the little mentally handicapped was sent back to Zhou's home.

"Mr. Zhou, good morning."

As expected of Feng Ling's chief secretary, Yu Huaijin still had a serious and stern expression even though he was holding the fat, clumsy puppet cat.

Zhou Heng opened the door, took the cat from Yu Huaijin's hand, and after confirming that it was correct, he asked Yu Huaijin, "How do you know that this cat is my mentally retarded little cat?"

"intuition."

Yu Huaijin glanced at Zhou Heng who was wearing home clothes, and then at the living room behind Zhou Heng: "Can we sit down and talk?"

"of course can."

Zhou Heng signaled Yu Huaijin to enter the room, and walked to the bedroom door with the mentally handicapped child——

Boom boom boom!

Triple tap.

Signaled Feng Ling to open the door.

Feng Ling opened the door: "What's the matter?"

"Your secretary sent the mentally handicapped boy home."

Zhou Heng pointed to Yu Huaijin who was on the sofa in the living room: "Are you going out to meet him?"

"This one……"

Feng Ling hesitated a little.

Returning to the familiar environment, the mentally handicapped little boy took the opportunity to break free from Zhou Heng's arms, trot all the way to the cat bowl, and ate cat food with his head buried in it, feeling embarrassed and pitiful.

Zhou Heng: "Have you thought about it?"

"What do you say?"

Feng Ling, who was only wearing a pair of ill-fitting pajama pants, walked out of the bedroom with slippers on, and walked up to Yu Huaijin: "Secretary Yu?"

"President Feng?!"

Yu Huaijin was stunned.

Although from the moment he found Zhou Heng's cat lying on Feng Ling's bed, his world view has collapsed beyond any possibility.

"—You calm down first."

Zhou Heng kindly handed over a cup of hot tea: "Have a cup of tea."

"This... this is not..."

Yu Huaijin took the hot tea: "President Feng, Mr. Zhou, your relationship is already so close?!"

"Me? With him? Close relationship?"

Feng Ling felt ridiculous.

Zhou Heng said frankly: "We often sleep together."

"no!"

Feng Ling interrupted Zhou Heng's words.

Zhou Heng: "Really? You and the little mentally retarded—"

"This...it seems...maybe..."

Feng Ling hesitated.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin finally got her emotions in order, and asked calmly, "Mr. Feng, should I call Mr. Zhou Mrs. or Mrs.?"

"of course--"

"What is it?"

Zhou Heng interjected without haste.

Feng Ling: "... He and I are ordinary friends. Whatever you called him before, you will still call him in the future."

"understood."

Yu Huaijin had a subtle smile on his face that "the almighty secretary is always considerate and never embarrass the boss".

Feng Ling was eager to turn the matter over, deliberately ignoring Yu Huaijin's smile, and asked instead, "What's the matter with the cat?"

"It's like this..."

Yu Huaijin took a sip of tea and explained the general situation.

"...At eight o'clock this morning, I came to the mansion to pick Mr. Feng off to the airport. I knocked on the door and found a beautiful puppet cat lying on Mr. Feng's bed. The bed was cold, and the pajamas were spread out flat. There are slippers."

"and then?"

"Then I went to the housekeeper and asked Mr. Feng if he was going out late at night. After getting a negative answer, I put the photo of the puppet cat on the Internet for verification, and finally confirmed that the puppet cat that appeared on Mr. Feng's bed out of thin air might be Zhou. Mister's pet."

"And you drove the cat here?"

"Yes."

"What if this cat is not Zhou Heng's cat? Or am I not on Zhou Heng's side?"

"At that time, I only thought about taking one step at a time, and I didn't think about what would happen after giving away the cat," Yu Huaijin said, "After all, this matter is beyond my ability."

"Then are you satisfied with what you see now?"

Zhou Heng said the shameful lines in Mr. Ba's novel without any haste.

Yu Huaijin nodded and said, "Very satisfied."

"Do I need to explain the ins and outs to you?"

"unnecessary."

"why?"

"Because my boss has always been unreasonable, and I'm used to his unreasonable behavior." Yu Huaijin said, "Besides, although this incident is bizarre, it was resolved smoothly after all."

"I see."

Zhou Heng looked at Yu Huaijin with pity: "Those who can work under President Feng are indeed talented."

Inexplicably, Feng Ling felt that the two of them were madly cueing him: "..."

Yu Huaijin noticed that the boss's expression was wrong, and smiled to help Feng Ling: "How much money you get and how much you do, Feng and I always have an equal exchange relationship."

"Then what are you thinking now?"

"Ok?"

"The matter of Feng Ling, and the matter of the little mentally retarded?"

"I respect the diversity of Xingpi."

Yu Huaijin's expression was very frank.

Zhou Heng looked at Feng Ling.

Feng Ling: "Secretary Yu, you go out first."

"Ok."

Yu Huaijin got up and was about to leave, when she opened the door, she suddenly asked, "Do you need to go to a nearby shopping mall to buy some clothes that fit?"

"Forehead……"

"By the way, can you bring me a new mobile phone? My mobile phone was smashed by Mr. Feng yesterday."

"President Feng, you really..."

Yu Huaijin looked at Feng Ling with admiration.

Feng Ling, who was hit by an arrow in the knee again, gritted his teeth and said, "Buy him a newest mobile phone!"

"understood."

Yu Huaijin led them to the door.

Gradually regaining his status, Feng Ling sat on the sofa in a dainty manner, with a proud expression on his face: "Zhou Heng, I want to have a good talk with you."

"it is good."

Zhou Heng sat down and took the stuffed puppet cat into his arms.

Feng Ling's eyes twitched suddenly: "..."

"Come on, what do you want to talk about?"

Zhou Heng reminded Feng Ling.

Feng Ling: "I've already told you everything about my strange entanglement with your cat, and your cat has returned to you. It's time to find a way to solve this problem."

"Sorry, I haven't thought of a solution for now."

"Then make an offer!"

"Offer?"

"I'm going to buy your cat!"

"why?"

"Because my consciousness may enter your cat's body at any time! Even the body may be exchanged with your cat! I must bring your cat into my control!"

"That's your problem, not mine."

Zhou Heng reminded Feng Ling unhurriedly.

"But I can't—" "Little mentally retarded is my treasure, even if your asking price is a diamond that is as big as Xiaozhi's body, I will not sell it," Zhou Heng said, "Besides, there is no such big diamond in the world. diamonds."

"You are right, it is indeed..."

Feng Ling took a deep breath and said: "How about this, let's sign a temporary lover contract, I will give you money and resources to be your model lover, and you will live with me from now on, taking your cat with you until the problem comes. Solve or one of me and the cat gets resolved."

"sounds good?"

"Not bad? Then we'll—"

"One thing I have to say, you will never be my model lover."

"why?"

"My ideal partner is 1.9 meters, and you are only 1.8 meters eight."

Zhou Heng brought up the old story again, poking Feng Ling's masculinity to pieces without making a fuss.

"—How many times have I told you! Visual inspection is inaccurate!"

"That's the truth, there's no need to argue."

"——!!!"

Feng Ling grinned grimly, and silently suppressed the urge to kill and silence: "Yu Huaijin will send the clothes and mobile phone over soon, we can discuss the terms of the lover's contract first."

"it is good."

……

……

As a gold medal secretary, Yu Huaijin naturally worked efficiently.

In just half an hour, he came back with a new mobile phone, new clothes and freshly baked morning tea snacks.

Zhou Heng took the phone, replaced it with a SIM card, and continued the unfinished forwarding yesterday.

Feng Ling frankly put on a new set of clothes including underwear, and told Yu Huaijin: "From now on, you have to respect Zhou Heng just like you respect me. Of course, he has no right to intervene in matters related to business operations."

"clear."

Yu Huaijin nodded solemnly.

Feng Ling added: "I asked old man Feng to draw up a love contract in the afternoon. Although I am going to live with him, I still have to go through the basic rights and obligations."

"I will inform Mr. Feng now."

Yu Huaijin took her mobile phone and went to the balcony to make a call.

After reposting, Zhou Heng looked up at Feng Ling: "What do you think about Jiang Yue and Yan Mingli's matter?"

"None of my business."

"it is good."

Zhou Heng nodded, and sent a group message to Hu Tiancong and the others: "We're moving in the afternoon. If there's an urgent matter, go to Yuyuan to find me."

Yuyuan is an old residence of the Feng family. It is located in the center of the old city of Beijing. It was built 300 years ago. The maintenance fee will be tens of millions.

Hu Tiancong knew that Yuyuan was unusual, and after receiving Zhou Heng's news, he inevitably suspected that he was dreaming.

Calm down a little--

"Brother Zhou, why did you suddenly move to Yuyuan? What happened?"

"Feng Ling invited me to move in and live with him."

"what?!"

Hu Tiancong was so shocked that he almost dropped his phone.

"real or fake?"

"Feng Ling is by my side now, if you don't believe me, I'll let him tell you personally?"

"No, no, no! I believe it! I believe you can't do it!"

Hu Tiancong wiped off his cold sweat: "Brother Zhou, do you know Mr. Feng is a ruthless man? I've never heard that he loved anyone or gave anything for anyone?!"

"I know."

Zhou Heng glanced at Feng Ling who was staring at the mentally retarded Feng Ling, and said, "But I choose to believe him."

"Brother Zhou..."

"Stop talking, I know what I'm doing."

"That--"

Hu Tiancong settled down: "Brother Zhou, something happened to Qili.com again last night!"

"whats the matter?"

"Is such that……"

Hu Tiancong made a long story short, repeating the fact that Qili.com’s employment of water and military control was not an anti-leakage review: “…Now there are more than 100 Qili.com users’ screenshots proving that their accounts on Qili.com have been logged in by the official IP and have been blocked. Misappropriating money from personal accounts to give rewards to anchors they don’t follow at all! These users have formed a rights protection alliance and are going to call the police.”

"Man is doing what the sky is watching. If you do many unrighteous actions, you will die."

"Brother Zhou, do you want to delete the Weibo that forwarded Qili.com's clarification announcement?"

"No."

"why?"

"Because I am the one who logged into my Qili.com account to reward Boston lobsters," Zhou Heng said, "I can't wrong people."

"... Brother Zhou, you are too upright."

"Respect for the facts is my rule."

"All right……"

Hu Tiancong hung up the phone in frustration.

He originally planned to use Qili.com to create a wave of hot searches for Zhou Heng, but he didn't expect that Zhou Heng—

"Brother Zhou, it's easy for people who are too upright to suffer."

……

……

Zhou's parents respect Zhou Heng's choice.

Even if Zhou Heng suddenly appeared in front of them with a tall, imposing strange man and said seriously that he would move out to live with this man, they still—

"Great! Ah Heng! You are finally in love!"

Zhou's mother smiled brightly like a girl in Huaichun: "What's your name, little brother? Are you serious with us Ah Heng?"

"Of course we're serious."

Feng Ling tried hard to force a smile.

Seeing Feng Ling's rigidity, Zhou Heng took the initiative to rescue him and said, "His name is Feng Ling. He is a young and promising guy. We met because of a previous business order. Although we met not long ago, we hit it off right away..."

"Ah Heng, as long as you think it's suitable, your parents will not interfere with your choice."

Zhou's parents had loving smiles on their faces.

Father Zhou hesitated a little: "Do you really want to move in together so soon?"

"It's love at first sight, and I can't wait a day."

Feng Ling said with a stiff expression that he couldn't believe it.

Zhou Heng said: "He has a good environment there, which is convenient for me to do live broadcast."

"So that's what happened..."

Zhou's parents breathed a sigh of relief.

……

After settling Zhou's parents, Zhou Heng officially moved into Feng Ling's Yuyuan with his little mentally handicapped dog and the three-headed dog.

The servants of the Feng family had received professional training. Even though they were quite puzzled by Feng Ling's arrangements, they still received Zhou Heng with a smile on their faces, and prepared separate residences for the mentally retarded and the three-headed dog.

Looking at the five-meter-high three-story cat climbing frame, the mentally handicapped boy happily forgot about Zhou Heng, his real father.

The three-headed dog showed great indignation at the luxurious kennel prepared by Feng's servant without a TV and a TV set-top box!

[I am a three-headed dog with noble hell blood, not a pastoral dog picked up by the roadside! 】

"A normal dog doesn't need to watch TV."

[Then let them know that I am not an ordinary dog! 】

The three-headed dog was extremely angry, and the black air around it was billowing like a cloud, and the other two dog heads were looming.

"Little stupid dog~"

Zhou Heng smiled indulgently, and said to Feng Ling: "My Dahei is not an ordinary dog, he hopes to be treated the same as humans."

"What do you mean?"

"Its room must have a TV and a TV set-top box."

"understood."

Feng Ling, whose own experience was already absurd and bizarre enough, accepted the strange setting that the big black dog likes to watch TV without hesitation, and arranged for the housekeeper to follow suit immediately.

Afterwards, Zhou Heng made another three chapters with Feng Ling:

Do not spend the night in the other party's bedroom without permission, except in the case of body exchange;

Although they are cohabiting, they must not interfere with the river water in daily life, and try to avoid work-related suspicions as much as possible;

They are all fully developed adults with absolute freedom in their emotional lives.

"...how does it feel like we signed an open cohabitation contract?"

Slandering, Feng Ling signed the contract.

Zhou Heng also signed.

At this time, it was dark.

After checking the details of the cohabitation agreement, the two returned to their rooms.

Not long after, the mentally handicapped boy who was tired from playing crawled into Zhou Heng's bed, occupied half of the bed, and fell asleep on all fours.

Looking at this innocent little idiot who doesn't know sorrow, Zhou Heng really couldn't connect it with the evil, cold and ruthless Feng Ling next door, but thinking of the more absurd things he had experienced in the fantasy world——

Zhou Heng smiled, and gently plucked the little mentally retarded with his fingers: "Little mentally retarded, little mentally retarded, are you really an ordinary puppet cat?"

"Meow~"

The sleepy little mentally handicapped shook his paws, turned over and continued.

Zhou Heng also lay down, looking at the beautiful face of the puppet cat, his heart felt warm.

late at night--

Feng Ling lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

hallucinations?

illusion?

Why does it feel like someone is still lying on the bed?

Snapped!

Feng Ling turned on the light, looked at the empty bed, stretched out his hand, and really touched——

Clear figure!

transparent!

real!

keeping it!

How is this going!

Why is the bed—

The weird and real touch made Feng Ling's hairs stand on end.

He wanted to jump out of bed immediately and ask Zhou Heng, who might be able to catch ghosts, for help, but he was afraid that the mysterious creature on the bed would be angered by too much noise, so he held his breath and focused on tiptoeing. It took him 3 minutes to complete the whole set of movements to get out of bed.

Walking to Zhou Heng's bedroom, Feng Ling raised his hand to knock on the door.

"What's up?"

Zhou Heng's voice sounded from inside the door, cold and faint, as if he had lost human emotion.

"If you have something to do, just push the door, the door is not locked."

Feng Ling: "..."

Inexplicably, a strange impulse surged up in my heart.

"—I'm afraid you won't be used to sleeping in my house, so come and have a look."

"It's really that simple?"

"It's that simple! Pure landlord friendship! I can't possibly like you? I'm looking for you to cover up and chat with you in the middle of the night! It's even more impossible that an evil spirit appeared on the bed in the room I used since I was a child, so scared that I had to knock you open door!"

"really……"

Before the words fell, the door opened.

Under the warm orange light, Zhou Heng, whose skin was as white as jade, glowed from the inside out, stood inside the door, lovingly looking at Feng Ling, who had obviously encountered a supernatural event but was still dead, and refused to admit it. , said: "You have panic written on your face."

"Nonsense! How could I—"

"You're terrified."

Zhou Heng emphasized.

Feng Ling: "I—"

"Don't be brave in front of me. As early as three hours ago, I found out that there was something wrong with your room."

"You actually—"

"I'm not your target, and I have no obligation to take the initiative to tell you."

"Ok."

Feng Ling accepted Zhou Heng's explanation, and introduced the abnormal situation in the room: "...What's going on? What's wrong with my room?"

"No problem, it's just a routine problem that will inevitably occur in an old house over a hundred years old."

"conventional?"

"Ah."

Zhou Heng led Feng Ling into the room, closed the door, "snap", and watched the lights together.

Feng Ling: "Why did you turn off the lights suddenly?"

"To give you a better understanding of what's coming next."

"Oh?"

Feng Ling's face gradually became serious.

He saw countless fluorescent particles like water and fireflies floating in the room that should have been dark.

"what is this?"

"The thoughts left by the ancestors, or in other words, the residual magnetic field of the deceased."

"The magic stick also talks about science?"

"I'm not a magician, I'm just good at dealing with abnormal phenomena that cannot be reasonably explained by existing technological forces."

Zhou Heng corrected Feng Ling's misconceptions unhurriedly.

Feng Ling: "..."

After selectively forgetting Zhou Heng's magic stick declaration, Feng Ling asked: "Is that lump in my room an illusion formed by the residual magnetic field of my ancestors?"

"In a sense, yes."

"Why did you add the attributive 'in a sense'? Also, I have used my room since I was a child, and there has never been a supernatural event. Why did you—"

"Because I brought the catalyst."

Zhou Heng is very frank.

Feng Ling was shocked: "...you actually admit it directly?!"

"You want me to deny it?"

Zhou Heng was surprised.

Feng Ling: "No! I'm just... just... Let's not talk about this, what should I do with the things in my room?"

"It's very simple, purification, and the price is that your ancestor will be wiped out from the soul."

"This……"

"Or you could switch rooms."

"it is good."

Feng Ling chose to change rooms to solve the problem.

In any case, the ancestors must be respected.

only--

"I've already chosen a solution, why don't you turn on the light?"

"To avoid embarrassment."

"What embarrassment?"

"You'll be staying in my room tonight, and I don't want to embarrass everyone."

"Forehead……"

Feng Ling was at a loss: "It only takes an hour for the servant to tidy up a room where people can sleep."

"But it takes at least an afternoon to find a clean room in a century-old house without afterglow."

"I see."

Feng Ling suddenly realized, and sat up on the bed: "Give way!"

"why--"

"Do you want me to sleep on the sofa on the floor?"

"Ok."

Zhou Heng chose to compromise, and divided half of the bed to Feng Ling, and the little mentally handicapped person lay between them, serving as the Chuhe-Han boundary.

A night without sleep or words.

At dawn, Feng Ling opened his eyes, and asked Zhou Heng without squinting: "Zhou Heng, do you really have no idea about me?"

"Why do I have to have thoughts about you? Are you Tang Seng meat?"

"Forehead……"

"I know that you are very confident, young and promising, rich in wealth, and extraordinary in appearance. Although you have a weird temper and are less than 1.9 meters tall, you can still be regarded as a diamond king with a discount—"

"Can you stop talking about your height! I'm only 23 this year! I can still grow taller!"

Feng Ling was madly upset about Zhou Heng's obsession with 1.9 meters.

"You can't just ask your ex-boyfriend to be 1.9 meters tall just because your ex-boyfriend is 1.9 meters! Wait a minute! Jiang Yue is only 1.8 meters five! He's three centimeters shorter than me!"

Feng Ling came back to his senses, and turned his head to look at Zhou Heng's profile, which was still bright and dark, clear and perfectly contoured even in the dim light of the morning.

"—So Jiang Yue is not your ex-boyfriend?"

"I once said that Jiang Yue was my predecessor?"

Zhou Heng turned his head and patted the back of Feng Ling's neck lovingly: "Little mentally handicapped, you are so cute even when you are stupid."

"How many times have I told you! I'm not your cat! Your cat is here!"

Feng Ling angrily raised the puppet cat lying between the two of them.

The little mentally handicapped man who didn't know what happened opened his eyes and gave Zhou Heng a "meow".

Zhou Heng's heart melted immediately.

He stretched out his hand to take the little mentally handicapped boy, pressed it into his arms and rubbed it tenderly, Feng Ling, who was on the side, looked a little bit like——

sour?

Feng Ling, who suddenly realized that he had unknowingly ate the jealousy of the Muppet Cat, burst again.

Of course, as an adult with status and status, he will not and cannot expose his childishness in front of Zhou Heng.

He will just-

"Your cat is so cute."

"You are also very cute."

"...!!"

Feng Ling told himself to be calm, reached out and grabbed the puppet cat's ribs, inadvertently came into contact with Zhou Heng's skin, and felt like an electric shock——

"The cat has static electricity on it, so it needs to be taken to a bath."

Feng Ling said as calmly as possible.

Zhou Heng smiled, got up, turned on his mobile phone, and checked the message sent by Hu Tiancong and others last night.

Feng Ling, who was left out in the cold, felt unwell again.

He who has been the center of the world since he was a child will be ignored!

Still in a confined space with only two people!

Feng Ling was very unwilling.

So he took the initiative to ask Zhou Heng: "...Zhou Heng, what am I in your eyes?"

"this problem……"

Zhou Heng was taken aback.

"Don't know how to answer?"

Feng Ling chuckled.

Zhou Heng raised his head and said slowly, "I don't know how to answer without hurting your self-esteem."

"--you!"

Feng Ling took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Just tell the truth! I'm an adult! I won't turn my face just because the truth doesn't sound good!"

"That--"

Zhou Heng put down his phone and looked at Feng Ling lovingly: "In my eyes, you are a guy who is sometimes childish, sometimes cute, and most of the time arrogant."

"...you treat me like your cat!"

Zhou Heng nodded: "You are indeed very similar to the little mentally handicapped."

"--you!"

Feng Ling couldn't bear it this time, and blurted out: "How dare you treat me as your cat!"

"This is also very similar to a little mentally retarded."

Feng Ling: "..."

He suddenly felt very tired, tired for no reason, powerless from the depths of his soul.

"Why? Why am I so good, but I am as good as your cat in your eyes!"

"Strictly speaking, you are my cat."

Zhou Heng explained: "It is very difficult for me to get the furry body that cats and dogs like. Before picking up a little mentally retarded, there has never been a furry approaching me to please me. Very important and the most important day of my life."

"That's also—"

"Now, I already know that it is your consciousness in the mentally retarded body that is actively approaching me. That is to say, there is still no furry in the world who is willing to love me unconditionally. The furry who loves me is pretended by you."

"Then you treat the human me as your cat?"

"is it not OK?"

Zhou Heng looked at Feng Ling sincerely.

Feng Ling felt strange all over his body when he watched him, so he forcibly changed the subject and said, "Didn't you also have a big black dog? It's also fluffy."

"It's not a dog in the conventional sense. It has the breath of the underworld, and it's the culprit that makes your family's ancestors appear in your room." Zhou Heng said bluntly, "Compared to it, it is invaded by your consciousness from time to time. The little mental retardation of the body is absolutely cute and normal."

"..."

Feng Ling began to seriously doubt whether he was still alive, why every word from Zhou Heng's mouth was...

With the smell of hell!

"Don't worry, although Dahei is not the incarnation of justice, it is not evil either. Its power is suppressed by me, and it will not have any adverse effects on Yuyuan."

"—Is this a matter of bad influence?!"

Enraged by Zhou Heng's attitude, Feng Ling threw himself on Zhou Heng in a moment of impatience. He put his hands on his shoulders, and the distance between the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose was only one centimeter: "I will never—"

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Zhou Heng and Feng Ling looked at the source of the sound together.

The maid of the Zhou family was standing at the door, with an embarrassed smile of "I don't want to interrupt you": "Master, Mr. Zhou, are you going downstairs for breakfast or will you be sent to the bedroom later?"

"Go downstairs to eat—"

"I'll send it later—"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Hearing this, the maid bent down and picked up the puppet cat that had wandered to the door at some time, and said with a smile: "I will take Mr. Zhou's cat downstairs first, and you can ring the bell to call me after the young master and Mr. Zhou agree."

After the words fell, the maid had already taken the little mentally handicapped child out of the room, and even closed the door behind them very intimately.

Zhou Heng realized that the maid misunderstood that they were doing some kind of exercise: ...

Deep down in his heart, he really wanted to go along with the flow and do some kind of exercise with Zhou Heng: ...

……

The episode that happened in Zhou Heng's bedroom ended without a problem.

In line with the basic principle of "as long as I am not embarrassed, others are the ones who are embarrassed", Feng Ling dressed up and appeared at the breakfast table proudly, wanting to see Zhou Heng make embarrassment.

pity--

Backfired.

Zhou Heng, who lived an extremely self-disciplined life, took off his pajamas and changed into sportswear. He went downstairs calmly and had breakfast, then turned around and walked into the gym. After running for nearly [-] kilometers on the treadmill, he drank a bottle of water and could see the gardens, lakes and mountains while standing In front of the glass wall on the second floor, Tai Chi is played leisurely.

Feng Ling who was ignored the whole time again: "...you seem to really regard yourself as the master of this place."

Hearing this, Zhou Heng, who showed off elegantly, said unhurriedly: "I like a regular life."

"But here—"

"I know."

Following a graceful but powerful restraining movement like a willow tree returning to the wind, Zhou Heng paused Tai Chi, walked up to Feng Ling with brisk steps, looked at Feng Ling's hand, and said, "There is something wrong with your boxing strength!" .”

"How do you know I practice—"

Feng Ling blurted out, and then remembered that the leather sandbags used for boxing practice were hung in the most conspicuous place in the gym, and changed his words: "You haven't seen me practice boxing, how do you know that I have problems with my strength?"

"Because there are traces of your boxing practice on the sandbag."

"You can tell from the traces on the sandbag that my fist is moving in the wrong direction?"

"Yes."

Before the words were finished, Zhou Heng made a sudden move, his movements were as elegant as a spring breeze blowing on the fence, but the strength contained in the movement was like a blade veneering, sharper than Feng Ling imagined!

"you--"

At the same time as he spoke, a fist the size of a sandbag had already been punched, which was easily deflected by Zhou Heng.

The slender fingers that are as elegant as jade carvings hold the arm that is so vigorous that the veins are bursting.

"You are very talented, but it's a pity that you didn't get the right guidance."

"What do you mean by that? You want to guide me?"

Feng Ling looked at Zhou Heng.

There was no expression on the face of this unpredictable man.

But Feng Ling's heart was ignited by this indifferent and expressionless face, and it was beating wildly at the moment!

"Because of the little mental retardation, you and I have formed a karma, and I must end this karma." Zhou Heng added lukewarmly.

He didn't tell Feng Ling the truth.

The accidental fate forged because of a mental retardation was not enough for Feng Ling to get him to look at him differently. Feng Ling's face was the cause and effect that Zhou Heng really had to find a way to end.

——This face is exactly the same as his old friend of the evil cultivator in the "Emperor World" world!

Feng Ling didn't know what Zhou Heng really thought.

Because the consciousness frequently entered Zhou Heng's cat body, he had a special interest in Zhou Heng by accident. After listening to Zhou Heng's declaration of accepting apprentices, he was angry, hated and looking forward to it: "How are you going to teach me? Are you sure?" Are you capable of teaching me?"

"It's up to you to believe it or not, and it's up to you to learn or not."

Zhou Heng let go of Feng Ling's arm, turned around and walked to the sandbag, clenched his fist——

boom!

The sandbag made of five layers of cooked cowhide was broken by one punch!

slam-la-

Glowing black iron sand flowed all over the ground.

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment: "You...you..."

"Want to learn?"

"What do you think! It's so cool!"

Feng Ling, who was a young man after all, was beaming with excitement.

Not only because he was fascinated by Zhou Heng's strength, but also because——

One-on-one martial arts teaching means that they will get along alone and have various intimate physical contact.

In order to correct my movement mistakes, his hands would frequently land on my arms, shoulders, and waist...

"--what's on your mind?"

Zhou Heng's voice sounded, interrupting Feng Ling's dreaming.

Feng Ling felt guilty, and wanted to hide it, and said: "I was wondering if I would contact you with an old castle for outdoor adventures."

"An old castle? What kind of old castle?"

Zhou Heng became interested.

Feng Ling: "..."

Being good at using money to solve all the troubles that money can solve, he immediately called Yu Huaijin and asked Yu Huaijin to contact Zhou Heng with a suitable castle!

……

……

After Feng Da Mao Mao Ling Shun finished grooming, Zhou Heng played cat teasing games with the little mentally handicapped for another hour, and went out contentedly.

Outside Yuyuan, Hu Tiancong has already become an ant on the hot pot.

Seeing Zhou Heng walk out of Yuyuan unscathed, he hurried forward: "Brother Zhou! Brother Zhou!"

"what's up?"

Zhou Heng looked indifferent.

"What's up?!"

Hu Tiancong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Brother Zhou, don't you really know how much trouble you have caused?"

"trouble?"

"Yes! Trouble!"

Hu Tiancong said: "Mr. Feng is not Mr. Jiang. He misses the old love and treats his ex and Bai Yueguang preferentially. Feng is always a tiger, with unpredictable personality, and his attitude towards things he likes is even more—if he can't get it, he will destroy it, and if he gets it, he will lose it." The interest is also destroyed!"

"I know he is a feline, arrogant and mischievous, and possessive."

"...Brother Zhou!"

Hu Tiancong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "Listen to my advice, don't get involved with a dangerous person like Mr. Feng, okay! If you associate with him, you will have nothing but broken glass!"

"So you thought I had that kind of relationship with him?"

Zhou Heng finally understood what Hu Tiancong meant.

Hu Tiancong: "Isn't it? You have all—"

"If you live together, you must be lovers?"

"But--"

"My relationship with him is far more complicated and pure than you think."

"I……"

Hu Tiancong didn't believe Zhou Heng's words, and was worried that he had fallen in love.

Seeing that Hu Tiancong didn't believe him, Zhou Heng took the initiative to divert