The days of frying CP with the enemy

Mo Ran is too fine, if he catches him blowing his hair, he will keep teasing him until he can't stand it, and he will sit there pretending to be pitiful as if he is fine.

"My mother said something that made me unhappy, and it's none of your business."

He Xingci thought for a while, gritted his teeth and emphasized the last four words, patted the floor dust on his buttocks, and lay back on the sofa carelessly.

You can't talk too much with this person, the more you talk, the worse you will be angered in the future.

Moreover, even if he dies, he can't tell Mo Ran that my mother regards you as my boyfriend!

Mr. Mo's brows fluttered as he watched.

Why doesn't this kid like to be clean?

"You can continue to sleep on the sofa tonight, don't go to bed, I think you are dirty." Mo Ran just said "tsk", successfully annoyed He Xingci.

Why don't you like to be clean?Wouldn't it be good to just sit on the ground and brush off the dust?What's more, their floors are cleaned every day, and the high-quality wooden floors can be used as mirrors.

Who is so poor and fastidious like Mo Ran?

He put down his cell phone, sat on the sofa and said unfairly: "Mr. Mo, you are taking too much care. This floor may be cleaner than your face. Where is it dirty?"

"Cleaner than my face?" Mo Ran couldn't laugh or cry, a bastard is a bastard, and any adjective can be greeted. "That's not necessarily true. How about you practice it to see whether my face is clean or the floor is clean."

"I don't know if the floor is dry or not, and I don't know if your face is dry or not. I just know that you have a thick skin."

The conversation ended in a playful, not stalemate, and He Xingci slept peacefully on the sofa with the quilt in his arms.

Compared with the previous days, the itinerary of the second day was very easy.

He Xingci, who had been moving the courier for a day, began to hammer his waist and legs in the morning, trying to get rid of his fatigue.He regretted it, he should have warmed up before moving yesterday, but today his arms were sore and his feet hurt.

At Disney the day before yesterday, I even twisted my waist.

The whole one handicapped.

Director Fang was careful and paid more attention to He Xingci.

Well, it seems that the two have reconciled, otherwise how could such a big commotion be made?But... Mo Ran also needs to know how to control himself, the young man is really angry.

"Fang Dao? Fang Dao? What are you thinking about?"

After He Xingci finished work in the afternoon, he had to go to the hospital to see the little girl and say hello to Director Fang.

Guide Fang left the state, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Xing called out several times before Director Fang responded.

He blushed and lowered his head: "What, what's the matter?"

Why did you blush when you saw him?He Xingci was strange: "Oh, I have something to do with Mo Ran this afternoon, don't you mind?"

Go out and do it?Do you think they can't be satisfied here?

Director Fang blushed like a big apple, let them go, does he dare to resist? "Hey, okay, you can go if you want, just come back before tomorrow morning." The program team has no hard and fast rules on this, and artists have free time.

He Xingci smiled: "Okay, then Fang guides us to start work."

The task of the three pairs of CPs is to pick strawberries in the strawberry garden.

The sun was still hot, and He Xingci changed into a pure white vest, showing slightly muscular arms.The wind blows from the armpit to the upper body, it is extremely bright.He bent over and picked strawberries.

Sweat was dripping down, He Xingci was playing hard, his face was flushed from neck to neck, his head was dizzy, so he gave up and lay down in the shade.

On the other hand, Mo Ran picked strawberries calmly and gracefully.The strawberries in the fruit basket are bright in color and big in size. He Xingci picked a lot of them, but the quality is far inferior to Mo Ran's. Most of them are crooked and cracked.

There is no harm without comparison.

Lying on the rocking chair specially prepared for them by the orchard owner, He Xingci was speechless.

I still want to laugh at the fact that Mo Ran didn't pick as many as he did, and when I saw it, one of them was two on his head.

The brat keeps staring at strawberries?

Mo Ran recalled what was written in the "Human Cub Handbook" that Xu Yang was looking for.

1. Human cubs are not good at expressing, and they often stare at or talk ironically about what they like, in order to get it.

Xu Yangzhen found this book for him, Mo Ran didn't refuse, and studied it with the mentality of just looking at it, and found that it was probably right for He Xingci.This book is very suitable for people whose psychological age is three years old.

"Want to eat?"

"Do not want to."

Oh, that's irony.

"I'll wash it for you."

For a human cub, sometimes it needs comforting obedience, and sometimes it needs language rebellion to tell him who is his "master".