Accidentally made abusive texts into a tyrant

A few days later, Ji Xianyu slept until 07:30, got up to wash and went downstairs, and found that Huo Feihan did not fly around in a helicopter like a few days ago, but stood in front of the French window in the living room wearing casual home clothes, posting "Fortune has fallen."

He is tall and can stick the red paper at a perfect height with almost no effort.

Seeing Ji Xianyu just getting up, Huo Feihan turned his head away, like a puppy wagging its tail: "Little fish, look! Is it OK to post like this?"

The cat who had been watching from the sidelines also trotted over, waving its paws in the air, begging to be pawed.

Ji Xianyu bent down and rubbed its head deftly, and said with a smile, "Well, that's just right."

The floor-to-ceiling windows have a good face, and the sun rises in the morning, fluffy light will pass through the paper-cut gaps and sprinkle on the living room floor, making it look warm.

Ji Xianyu went to help out, because the entire villa manor occupies too much area, it takes an hour from the beginning to the end, and only the two of them celebrate the Spring Festival, so the two simply arranged the living room.

Huo Feihan patted the dirt on Ji Xianyu's hands: "What do you want to eat this morning?"

Ji Xianyu let the other party hold his fingers without gloves, with a little embarrassment on his face: "Let's have lighter porridge."

"The kind I made for you before."

Thinking of the several pots of porridge that Huo Feihan made at one time when he was in the apartment in the city center, Ji Xianyu was silent for a while.

"Well, but only one kind is fine."

After receiving the order, Huo Feihan happily slipped to the kitchen to make porridge.

And in this gap, Ji Xianyu took measures to keep warm, and took the cat for a walk in the private back mountain as usual.

After walking uphill for a while, he turned his head and found that there was a row of regular human footprints on the thin snow layer on the road, and Mao Mao, a four-legged beast, was very lively, and could happily circle around every three steps.

It seems a bit messy.

Ji Xianyu smiled, squatted down, and touched the cat's belly. It was also happily rolling on the mountainside, revealing a bit of prickly lawn behind it.

Suddenly, the light above the head hit the French windows in the distance, refracting a bright spot of light, causing Ji Xianyu to raise his head, following the rows of tight footprints, looking beyond the fence and flower beds—he seemed to be able to see Huo Fei. Han is busy in the kitchen from the virtuous back.

Looking at this scene, Ji Xianyu couldn't help but smile.

This life is really peaceful.

While the two were having breakfast, Huo Feihan stared at the floor-to-ceiling window, as if thinking about something.

Ji Xianyu glanced at the pouting cat, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huo Feihan thought: "I feel like something is missing."

"Is it Spring Festival couplets?"

"!"

"That's right, the Spring Festival couplets haven't been written yet!"

Thinking about it, Huo Feihan ate his breakfast super fast, then slipped to the study and took out the brush and ink that his father had treasured for a long time.

Huo Feihan cleared a large area on the tea table, opened his sleeves, and rubbed the inkstone on the inkstone.

"Little fish, think about rewriting something."

"Shall I think about it?" There were only three or four bowls for breakfast, and after Ji Xianyu washed it, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

Looking at Huo Feihan's expectant eyes, he paused and said, "Spring is the beginning of the year, and winter comes back."

After finishing speaking, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Will it be too late for the Spring Festival?"

Huo Feihan shook his head and smiled: "I think the Spring Festival couplets express their beautiful wishes in simple language. Since Xiaoyu has this wish, of course I will like it—because you want to be with me in the next Spring Festival." together."

Being analyzed in this way, Ji Xianyu blushed.

He didn't know why he said that couplet, it just popped into his mind when he saw Huo Feihan's sincere and affectionate eyes.

But Huo Feihan...was right.

He looked very satisfied, and he was humming a little tune and writing.

Grandpa Huo Feihan is a well-known calligrapher in the country. He learned from him for a while when he was young. Although it has been more than ten years, his good calligraphy has not changed at all.

"Little fish, can you sharpen the ink for me? Be careful with your hands."

"it is good."

Huo Feihan's handwriting is like a dragon and snake, with large ink-colored characters, fast and free, and Ji Xianyu, who is watching from the side, is a little fascinated-Huo Feihan is set up very well, everything is carved and styled, and he can do it easily.

It seemed that no matter who was by his side, they would be dimmed by comparison.

"Hey, what's the horizontal batch?"

After finishing the upper and lower couplets, Huo Feihan raised his eyes to look at Ji Xianyu, but at this moment, he suddenly laughed.

Ji Xian was in a cloud of mist: "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

Huo Feihan's emotion was inexplicable, he smiled from ear to ear, and after putting the brush on the pen holder, he reached out and wiped Ji Xianyu's cheek.

He rubbed it with his fingertips, but found that it was still a little blurry, so he smiled and stretched out his hand to show him.

Ji Xianyu took half a step back: "!"

He hadn't touched his face just now, how could the ink get on his face.

Why, this is unknown, Huo Feihan saw Ji Xianyu covering his red face with his arms, and felt itchy, so he took a piece of restaurant tissue for him to wipe.

Half an hour later, the Spring Festival couplets were completed, and Ji Xianyu was always careful not to turn his face into a tabby cat again.

Huo Feihan was very satisfied with the words on the Spring Festival couplets. He rubbed his hands and took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to the family group. He immediately received a lot of compliments.

But then the group was overwhelmed by the lively gathering of relatives in their hometown.

He murmured softly, "Hmph, I wish I had small fish."

Ji Xianyu happened to pass by and heard: "..."

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This scumbag has been away for three months, what the hell happened, he suddenly became so... like an adult.

Huo Feihan turned around and put the phone in his pocket: "I'll go out later."

"I just received a message from an aunt who didn't go back to her hometown for the New Year, but the company has been busy recently, and she has a child who needs our help to take care of."

Ji Xianyu blushed for fear of being discovered, he turned sideways to avoid eye contact, nodded vigorously, and he was relieved when the people left.

Four hours later.

Because Huo Feihan sent a message in advance saying that he would have to wait for a long time, Ji Xianyu finished his lunch by himself and was about to go to the study to clear the inventory of exercises when he heard voices downstairs.

"Wow, second cousin, your house is so big."

"Well, your room is on the second floor. Someone will take you there later—will you wash your teeth and face?"

Xiao Baozi seemed to be very independent, nodded: "Yes, Xing Xing is already seven years old."

Huo Feihan said "um": "That's good, call me if you need anything."

Sensing the movement at the stairs, Huo Feihan turned his head and said coldly: "Xiaoyu, you just came down, let me introduce this kid to you—Song Xing, who is my aunt's kid. He will be with us during the Spring Festival this year. Pass."

Song Xing's tutor was very good, even if he didn't know him, he still bowed obediently to Ji Xianyu: "Brother Xiaoyu is good."

Huo Feihan: "?"

Huo Feihan: "Don't call me Xiaoyu, just... call me Brother Ji."

Song Xing: "Okay Brother Ji."

Ji Xianyu didn't deal with seven or eight-year-old children. He only remembered that when he was in junior high school, the neighbor's second child was a boy of this age. He was naughty every day, and he could hear his wailing and wailing of being beaten every night.

At this time, Song Xing's attention was suddenly attracted by the follower behind Ji Xianyu, and his eyes immediately became bright.

Ji Xianyu touched Mao Mao's head and said, "It's called Mao Mao, and it's a Samoyed."

Maomao: "嘿嘤嘤~"

As he said that, Mao Mao seemed to want to meet this strange guest, pattering down the stairs, circling Song Xing, while Song Xing was shy like a newborn calf, Want to touch but dare not touch.

Ji Xianyu said: "Cats are very good, they won't bite people."

Hearing this, Song Xing dared to touch the dog that stood taller than him. As soon as the chubby hand touched the soft fur, the cat stretched out its big pink tongue to lick people. This is the dog's welcome way.

Seeing how happy they were playing, Huo Feihan had no expression on his face: "Song Xing, you play here alone first, and brother Ji and I go to do things."

Song Xing was early and sensible, but he was still a child, thinking that he was about to be abandoned: "Do something? What are you doing?"

Cats and cats also came to join in the fun, chirping a few words.

Huo Feihan thought about it for a while: "It's something only adults can do."

Ji Xianyu's mouth froze: "...?"

What is something only grown-ups can do? ?

He started to panic a little.

Because the Spring Festival was almost over, most of the servants in the villa had returned to their hometowns, and some of the servants in special positions had to wait until the 29th to leave, so there would be no danger if Song Xing was left alone.

Huo Feihan walked all the way to the study on the third floor and closed the door.

Ji Xianyu's Adam's apple moved up and down nervously.

The tall and straight man looked down at him and asked, "What's wrong? You're so nervous."

"It's nothing... Did you bring me to the study for something?"

"Have."

As he said that, Huo Feihan took off his gloves slowly, revealing those two fingers with clear and beautiful bone texture. Like a jackal, tiger and leopard staring at their prey in the middle of the night, he stared at Ji Xianyu, and approached him step by step—I don’t know What was the other party's purpose, but seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Ji Xianyu's heart beat faster, he stepped back a few steps, until there was a bang, and the hard bookshelf announced that there was no way out.

Ji Xianyu was on the bookshelf, the man was half a head taller than her, and the distance between the two was only half a step...

He seemed to know what the other party was going to do to him. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like crow feathers. At this moment, he smelled the cedar scent that was unique to men, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes.

Ji Xianyu tightly clutched the corner of the book behind him.

"What are you doing? I got something."

Ji Xianyu suddenly opened his eyes and found that Huo Feihan, who was pressing himself in the corner, had a stack of red paper in his hand at some point.

The man's expression was casual, and as he spoke, there was a pleasant and familiar aura gushing out in front of him, so that Ji Xianyu's cheeks turned red once again: "..."

He pushed Huo Feihan away in embarrassment.Little did he know that Huo Feihan behind him had just calmed down his heartbeat that was about to jump out of the line of the Eiffel Tower.

I almost couldn't hold back, and kissed... No, no, no, I can't be as rude and reckless as last time, I don't even ask my immediate relatives, it's too impolite and respectful!

Huo Feihan secretly made up his mind.

After covering his face casually, he turned around and said, "Xiaoyu, I just want you to help me distribute red envelopes to my uncles and aunts at home."

Having just experienced such a "passionate" thing, Ji Xianyu was quite ashamed and didn't look at people, and after a while, he asked sullenly: "Should I send it to them?"

"That's right, it was sent by my parents in the past, but now they have returned to their hometown, and you... now happen to be my fiancée, so it's good to send it for me."

"Fiancee?" Ji Xianyu gritted his teeth: "Is there such a thing in the contract?"

When hearing the word "contract", Huo Feihan actually felt a little sad. It turns out that everything they do now can only be based on the contract...

But fortunately, he has a heart like steel, and forced a smile where Ji Xianyu couldn't see: "Well, there are—just take it as a way to reassure my parents."

Ji Xianyu: "That's good."

There were about fifteen servants left in the villa. After Huo Feihan cleared the amount on the desk and wrote the Spring Festival greetings in his own hand, he took a small bag for Ji Xianyu to pack.

Because the amount of these red envelopes is a bit large, and they are all in cash, Ji Xianyu's palm is not big, so he can't hold so much.

The two had their own ghosts, Ji Xianyu fled from the study in a hurry, stood at the elevator door, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Through the mirror on the opposite side of the elevator car, he could clearly hear the strange rosiness on his cheeks and the pinnae of his ears. After adjusting his breathing for a while, he finally came out of the first floor.

After walking through cumbersome corridors, Ji Xianyu came to the living room. Although Huo Feihan hadn't met his nephew named "Song Xing" a few times, he still had to give the red envelope.

After all, they still have to live together for a few days, so in order to shorten the distance between Ji Xianyu and Song Xing, he simply asked him to give Song Xing a red envelope.

Then as soon as Ji Xianyu came out of the living room, he saw Song Xing with his back facing him, riding on Mao Mao, waving a [-] to [-] cm Guanyin statue in his hand, and shouting: "Hit the monster! Go! Cat! Weird, go—”

The air suddenly quieted down.

Because the mount "Cat Monster" smelled the scent of his master's lover, he turned around on his own initiative and let him see Song Xing who appeared behind Ji Xianyu at some point: "..."

"Haha... Brother Ji, why are you here?"

Ji Xianyu's temples twitched: "..."

Is this really the same "good boy" I saw just now?Wasn't he abducted by aliens?

He calmly stepped forward, held the restless cat, and first took down the Buddha statue that was regarded as a big sword in Song Xing's hand: "This thing is 500 million...be careful."

Song Xing, who was born in the wealthy circle, even though he was only seven years old, knew money very early: "..."

500 million, this thing is about to break, and the mother probably will come to him with a kitchen knife.