Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

When Fu Lian turned into the corridor, he heard someone calling him.

The man came out from the shadows, still wearing the old clothes from this morning, with gloomy eyes, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"How are you thinking?" Lin Fei asked.

The corners of Fu Lian's lips were slightly curved, and raised an arc: "You mean this." He was holding a miniature black microphone in his hand, which was so badly damaged that it could no longer be used.

He lightly threw the microphone back to Lin Fei, who took it with an ugly face, and said after a long time, "What do you mean?"

"That's what you see." Fu Lian said.

Lin Fei laughed suddenly, with some sarcasm: "You don't want to?" He approached slowly, his handsome face looked like some creatures hiding in the dark under the flickering lights, "Do you really think you Can you get him completely?"

"Or," he said word by word, "do you think you are worthy of him?"

Fu Lian was not moved at all, but said: "This has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it has something to do with me." Lin Fei destroyed the microphone casually, and smiled at Yan Yan, "You know, my brother hates deception and betrayal the most in his life."

His voice melted into the silent night and slowly dissipated with the wind: "Whether he wanted to do it or did it, it is the same to him."

Lin Fei looked at Fu Lian's seemingly calm face with great interest, and said leisurely: "But it should be nothing, if you haven't done it before."

"Have you said enough?" Fu Lian said lightly, "If there is nothing else to say, I will leave first."

"Well, Mr. Fu, go slowly." He said.

Fu Lian didn't look at him again, turned around and left.

"He and I are the closest people in this world. Our lives were bound together early and have always been." Lin Fei's voice came from a distance, "My brother and I will never be separated."

Fu Lian's footsteps stopped, the hands beside him tightened, and he strode away.

Rong Yin stood in front of the window holding the blue and shining mermaid egg, stared at the sunlight for a long time, and then asked Fu Lian who was peeling fruit for him in doubt, "Why can't I see clearly inside?" I took photos from several directions, but the inside of the egg was still hazy, without any shadow showing through.

"But it is clearly stated in the maintenance guide that live mermaid eggs can be seen in the sun under the outline of the little mermaid." Rong Yin carefully placed the egg on the silk and satin, and dripped it with the prepared nutrient solution. Two drops, puzzled and said: "I checked a lot of information on the star network, and I can see other people's eggs, why can't mine?"

Fu Lian inserted an apple with a small silver fork and handed it over: "I'll see it in a few days."

"Really?" Rong Yin gave him a half-believing look, then quickly turned away with a look of disgust, and refused: "I don't want this, you take it away and eat another one."

Fu Lian, who wanted to feed him while he wasn't looking, regretfully replaced the apples with grapes, and Rong Yin opened his mouth to reluctantly eat them.

Swallowing what was in his mouth, he immediately asked impatiently, "You said you could see it in a few days, is that true?"

Fu Lian recalled the mermaid eggs that had just been delivered a few days ago and were being carefully raised in his room, and felt that the act of "stealing dragons and turning phoenixes" would most likely not be discovered by Rong Yin, so he said with certainty: "It's true. .”

"Okay then." Rong Yin gave up and continued to study his eggs, thought for a while, and added a threat seriously, "If you dare to lie to me, I will throw you to the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden!"

"Yeah." Fu Lian answered him, and said, "I'm not lying to you."

Satisfied, Rong Yin inserted two pieces of grapes to eat, and asked vaguely: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Fu Lian glanced at him.

Rong Yin leaned on the armchair, raised her feet up and down, her big beautiful eyes drooped, and under the apricot yellow light, her fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow.He tilted his head slightly, with a nonchalant look, his tightly pursed lips were slightly white, and he looked a little nervous.

Fu Lian wanted to laugh a little, and wanted to tease him, so he deliberately asked him: "What do you want to say?" His expression was puzzled, as if he really didn't know anything.

"Yesterday you obviously—" Rong Yin puffed out his cheeks, stared at him in disbelief, and stopped talking in the middle of the sentence.

"If you don't give it away, I won't give it away, and I didn't say I want it." He whispered.

In fact, Rong Yin rarely receives gifts, every time Rong Ze wants to give him something, he directly asks him what he wants and then buys it for him, Rong Yin never thinks this is called a "gift".

When he celebrates his birthday every year, in fact, only Gu Zhuo will prepare a "gift" for him - it was only after Rong Yin's various hints that he understood what he meant, and did not specifically ask him what he wanted.

The reason is of course very legitimate: What do you do if you don't like what I bought?

Rong Yin actually wanted to say: How can someone not like a gift?Even if it is something he really doesn't like, once it is given the meaning of "gift", it will become different.

But if he really wanted to tell him clearly, he didn't want to anymore, and he always felt that the gift that came like this didn't seem so special.

He really looked forward to it last night.

who knows……

Rong Yin thought bitterly: I should really throw him to the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden, why is the protagonist so annoying?

"Your Highness."

"What?" Rong Yin said angrily.

"Don't do it." Fu Lian leaned closer, breathing heavily, and his voice was deep, as light and cool as soaked in the sea breeze. The red rope in his hand disappeared in a flash. He squeezed Rong Yin's slender wrist, and slowly pulled it That touch of red is tied up.

"A gift for His Highness." Fu Lian said, ruffling his hair.

The dimples on Rong Yin's cheeks dimpled slightly, he coughed twice, and said firmly with his lips curled up: "Oh."

Fu Lian asked, "Your Highness, won't you take a look?"

"What's so good? I saw it, and it's ugly." Rong Yin accused him with a look of worldly experience, "Why don't you give me a nice one?"

Fu Lian wanted to laugh, held back, and said, "Sorry, this one is not good-looking, I will make a good-looking one for Your Highness next time."

"You did it yourself?" Rong Yin was surprised, "Why do you do it yourself? It will take a long time to do this."

"Well, I want to make it for Your Highness." Fu Lian said.

"Oh..." Rong Yin took a few more glances before saying reservedly, "Okay, for the sake of your hard work, I'll take it with you first."

Fu Lian smiled and said, "Then thank you, Your Highness."

Rong Yin nodded of course.

"Red suits Your Highness very well." Fu Lian said softly, looking at the red string on his lonely wrist.

"Huh? What did you say?" Rong Yin asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Fu Lian paused, then smiled and said, "Your Highness should go to class."

Fu Lian, who came to pick up Rong Yin from school, followed behind with his bag. When passing by the small garden on the west side of the palace, Rong Yin walked in habitually, and greeted Fu Lian: "Show you my small garden, The flowers here are all chosen and planted by myself.”

The strong fragrance of flowers filled the air, the sun fell on the grass along the green leaves, clusters of small and white jasmine flowers were clustered together, and the outer ring was a variety of roses, which were in full bloom.

The artificial lake uses flowing water, so it doesn't look turbid. Behind the rockery piled up with rocks is the small pavilion that Rong Yin likes to stay alone the most.

He enthusiastically introduced various flowers to Fu Lian while leading him there.After walking a little further, I heard two voices, which seemed to be arguing.

"...Anyway, I won't agree." The man said.

Rong Yin recognized who the voice was, his expression suddenly jumped up, and he almost blurted out: "Brother Huaizheng!"

Xie Huaizheng looked in the direction of Rong Yin in surprise: "Yinyin? Why did you come here?"

"What do you mean I came too? This is obviously my place." Rong Yin complained dissatisfied.

It was only then that Xie Huaizheng remembered that this small garden was specially given to Rong Yin by Rong Ze as a coming-of-age gift. He also participated in the design at that time, but he never had a chance to come and see it, so that he didn't recognize it today.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember." Xie Huaizheng said apologetically, "Because don't be angry with me."

"Forget it, forget it, who told you that you don't have time to come over with me every time?" Rong Yin quickly forgave him generously, and changed to another topic: "Brother Huaizheng, why are you free to come over today?" Is something wrong and you want to find your brother?"

"Ah, this." Xie Huaizheng seemed to suddenly remember, "Lin Fei and I had some differences in class and didn't make it clear, so we made an appointment here."

Rong Yin asked strangely: "Lin Fei?" He turned his head to look, only to find that Lin Fei was standing at the place where he fell last time, very close to them, but when Rong Yin ran over, he was only focused on Xie Huaizheng, and didn't notice at all he.

Lin Fei's long and narrow phoenix eyes were dark and dark, and his voice was lingering and gloomy like a cobweb wrapped in an impenetrable air. He said softly, "Brother, you can never see me, can you?"

The author has something to say:

Well, it turns out that using the red silk to do some excessive things to Yinyin is a premeditated plan that has been suppressed for a long time.

Say yes, Xiao Fu (pointing