Same Bed Different Dreams [Quick Transmigration]

Dawn is like a sharp sword, splitting the heavy night and ushering in the rising sun.

The street that had been silent all night ushered in the noise of the day, all kinds of vehicles on the road are constantly flowing, the roaring engine sound when the car starts, the harsh friction sound when braking, and the non-stop sound of the horn... …to liven up the avenue on the avenue.

Yan Ran returned to the car with breakfast in a happy mood, played a lyrical music, opened the map, and drove to his destination.

The purpose of returning to China this time is to reconcile with Zihuai. He will be thirty in a few days, and he is not young anymore.Zi Huai was hurt by his youth and ignorance, but he is willing to pay it back with his whole life.He believes that Zihuai still has him in his heart, and he has never forgotten him, otherwise why hasn't he been in contact with others after two years?

Lennon said that Zihuai was very low-key after returning to China. Many people in that circle were obsessed with Zihuai, but Zihuai had never had any relationship with them other than work. Hmm... Zihuai's job was quite unacceptable to him, but It doesn't matter, after they reconcile, he will tell Zihuai, presumably Zihuai will not reject him.

After all, the former Zihuai loved him so much, and he was never willing to reject him.

Yan Ran confidently drove to the community where Li Yan lived. He thought he would see Zihuai soon, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the security guards just as he arrived at the gate of the community.

"Brother, I'm here to find my boyfriend." Yan Ran smiled softly.

"Let's register first." The security guard yawned, wondering why the colleague who changed shift hadn't come yet.

"Okay." Yan Ran opened the car door, and just as he picked up his pen, the security guard suddenly asked, "Which building does your boyfriend live in?"

"[-]th Floor, Unit [-], Building [-]." He reported the address Lennon gave in a natural tone, and added at the end, "My boyfriend's surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Zihuai."

The security guard's troubled eyes froze, Zhou Zihuai, Mr. Zhou?Could it be the Mr. Zhou he thought of?

He glanced at Yan Ran curiously, he was a young man with an upright appearance, but he was more polite than last night, just...

Tsk, today's young people just like to mess around, no, it's about to capsize, right? !

The security guard's eyes made Yan Ran very uncomfortable, he held back the discomfort in his heart, and drove away under the security guard's strange eyes.

Feng Zheng used his injury as an excuse to successfully stay at the devil's house last night. He thought very well. As an injured patient, although he only had a little skin on his knee, he was still injured anyway. The devil should give up the big bed in the room anyway. Bar?

But——that bastard said that he recognized the bed, yes, he recognized the bed, that bastard said that he would sleep anywhere except his own bed!No!Go!

what can he doOf course he said with a smile on his face that it was okay.

It's just pitiful for such a handsome and unrestrained guy, curled up on the sofa for a whole night. The sofa in the devil’s house is too small, hard and awkward, which made him unable to sleep all night. Finally, he squinted for a while at dawn. Really, he just squinted for a while, and the devil ran away. Come out and say you're hungry.

Flip the table!

And let no one sleep?

Don't you just have breakfast?What's wrong with not eating?Could it be possible to starve to death?

But the devil said that his family doesn't support idlers, if you don't buy breakfast, then get out!

mmp!

Could it be that the reconciliation between the two last night was fake?

Was the easing atmosphere last night a dream?

Feng Zheng carried the breakfast and walked into the elevator holding his stomach full of resentment. Just as the elevator door closed, an urgent voice came from outside: "Wait—"

Wait a bit, he still has to go back to catch up on sleep, thinking that his majestic young master of the Feng family has always been served by others, even his favorite little lover dare not show him face, this devil is really ignorant Anyway!

snort!When he hooks someone up, he will use the devil's little leather whip as a belt, let him buy breakfast for himself every day, and use the little leather whip to serve him if he doesn't go, let him kneel on the ground and call him daddy, not the little leather whip to serve him , Let him cosplay various characters, quit?The little leather whip serves, let him...

Feng Zheng was immersed in the beautiful sex, and when he got home, he found that the devil had gone back to catch up on sleep.

He put down the bag in his hand, smiling, not angry, really, not angry at all.

It doesn't matter, anyway, when he hooks up someone, the abuse he received today will be doubled in the future.

Feng Zheng rolled up his sleeves, suddenly full of energy, he found an apron from the kitchen and tied it on himself, put breakfast on the table one by one, just about to enjoy the breakfast he bought himself for the first time, when the doorbell rang suddenly.

He paused the movements of his hands, looked up at the direction of the room, there was no movement inside, then looked at the door again, forget it, what business does he care about?He'd better continue to enjoy his food.

When the doorbell rang, Feng Zheng acted as if nothing had happened, eating happily.But in his heart he was secretly wondering how long the devil would sleep, whether he should be more sensible for lunch, and prepare it in advance, so as to save the devil from having an excuse to find himself having a seizure.

After all, it's under the fence!And the old face is also left behind, what if I don't put in a little bit of acting? !

By the way, how did his former little lover please him?Can it be used for reference?

Feng Zheng frowned and pondered for a while. Those little lovers in his memory seemed to spend his money like a coquettish, just to have sex?There are also those who pretend to be noble and say that they don't love his money. How do they do it?

Oh, is to prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner with love every day? !This won't work, he can't cook.But can you order takeout?This doesn't seem to work, he is penniless now, so he can't use the devil's money to please the devil, right? !

Send some nasty love stories?

Huh~

Feng Zheng shook his goosebumps when he thought of the disgusting and disgusting words from those lovers, but let it go, the devil definitely doesn't like this, and this is too disgusting, he can't bear it himself.

By the way, he remembered seeing a joke on the Internet before, what did the joke say?

Feng Zheng thought about it, it seemed that if she was not deeply involved in the world, he would take her to see all the prosperity of the world;

If he's just beginning to fall in love, you take off your clothes; if he's seen countless people, you'll be by the stove.

Inexperienced?hehe!

Heart has vicissitudes?perhaps?

First love?He looks like?

Read countless people?Eh, this... Devil should be regarded as having read countless people, right?But what does hearth hearth mean?

Feng Zheng ate his breakfast slowly, don't be in a hurry, as long as he has a way to deal with it, he will go to the study computer later to check what the word means.

Feng Zheng, who had already entered the play, was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't know when the doorbell would stop until there was a crackling sound of kicking and shouting at the door.

"Zihuai, Zihuai, are you home?"

Can you still have a good breakfast?

And who is Zi Huai?Running around people's doors early in the morning, kicking and screaming, is there any quality?It's so annoying, I finally got a clue, and I was almost scared away.

Just moved his ass, was about to get up to open the door, and told the idiot outside that he called the wrong person, but the people outside suddenly stopped.

Is it gone?

It's better to go, he still has to continue to think about the next routine!

But he didn't expect the phone to ring suddenly in the bedroom. The phone rang for a while, and the people inside seemed to be dead asleep. No one answered for a long time. Feng Zheng was worried for him, and hurriedly put down the soup dumpling in his hand, He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth whole, pushed open the door and walked in.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, but the room was dim and dark. Feng Zheng glanced at the heavy curtains and couldn't help shivering. How afraid of the heat is this bastard?He picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and looked at it. I'll be good, it's sixteen degrees!

Not cold? !

The phone vibrated on the bedside table. He glanced at the sleeping man, picked up the phone and walked out of the room.

After closing the door, he glanced at the number on the phone. If there was no note, it must be the devil's customer. He pressed the answer button without expression: "Today, the devil will not go to work. I have something to say when he goes to work." No When the other party had the opportunity to speak, he hung up the phone directly.

Tsk!Even the harassing calls from customers were resolved for him. He is the only handsome guy in the world who is so knowledgeable, kind, virtuous, and super rich.Feng Zheng thought proudly.

Li Yan slept until the sun was up, originally he could sleep for a while, but the scent coming from the crack of the door made him wake up from hunger.

Quickly tidying up, he walked out of the room and saw Feng Zheng busy in the kitchen wearing the pink apron that he bought drinks from the supermarket.

The picture is a bit funny, but to Li Yan's surprise, is this man who looks very virtuous from the back still the proud and reserved Young Master Feng who explodes at the slightest temper?

What made him make such a big determination?Even used the trick of cooking soup by himself? !

Li Yan leaned playfully against the door frame of the kitchen, watching Young Master Feng methodically put oil, salt, fish, and... wait, I was wrong, that was salt, you just let it go, and That's vinegar not soy sauce...

When Young Master Feng's braised fish was cooked, the smell filled the entire kitchen. It was quite fragrant, and it even drew out his gluttons. As for the taste...

Seeing that Feng Zheng tasted it with chopsticks in a dignified manner, he suddenly ran to the side of the sink as soon as he entered the mouth, and while spitting, he picked up the boiling water prepared in advance and poured it into his mouth fiercely.

"It shouldn't be, I made it according to the strategy on the Internet, why is the taste still so strange?"

Still so weird?

A bad premonition welled up in Li Yan's heart. He glanced at the trash can next to him, and saw that the black trash bag was filled with all kinds of food. What is it, there is...

Li Yan twitched his eyebrows, how much food was wasted by Feng Zheng?

Could it be that he emptied his refrigerator?