When a Buddha is dressed as cannon fodder

Wuyou paused for a moment while pouring water, then smiled and shook his head, walked towards the bed as if nothing had happened, and handed the medicine to the other party.

"Take medicine."

Fu Junheng opened his mouth.

Worriless: "..."

Is this too lazy to even take the medicine? !

Wuyou didn't move, Fu Junheng kept his mouth open.

In the end, Wuyou was defeated, and he didn't need to worry about a drunkard, so he stuffed the hangover medicine into Fu Junheng's mouth.

Then Wuyou didn't make any follow-up actions, Fu Junheng looked at him fixedly, and pointed to the water glass in Wuyou's hand.

"Fu Shao is so drunk that he can't even stuff the medicine into his mouth. I think it's better not to drink this water, so as not to wet the bed in a while..."

Wuyou said slowly, Fu Junheng couldn't wait any longer, he hated taking medicine the most on weekdays, and the sober medicine tasted unpleasant in his mouth, so he had to do it himself, picked up the wine glass, and quickly took a big gulp.

Fu Junheng usually has a cold and calm attitude, and he is rarely seen like this now.

Wuyou couldn't help chuckling, "It turns out that Young Master Fu wasn't so drunk that he passed out!"

"Ayou treats me like this, how dare I get really drunk? I regard you as the most important person, but you...don't even give me a drink of saliva." Fu Junheng complained.

"Then who poured the water that Young Master Fu just drank for you?"

The scene of the two bickering was like a quarrel between elementary school chickens.

Wuyou put the water glass back and was about to leave, but Fu Junheng stopped him again.

"Ayou, chat with me."

Wuyou walked over and turned on the air conditioner for him, "Young Master Fu, you are drunk, you should take a good rest."

Fu Junheng reached out and grabbed his wrist, "I can't sleep."

"Do you know that you can't argue with a drunkard? When you wake up, you will forget everything."

"Wouldn't it be nice that Ayou can tell me some secrets."

Worry-free: "Young monk thinks he is open-minded and has no secrets."

"Speak the truth after drinking, then Ah You can set me up." Fu Junheng leaned against the head of the bed, holding Wuyou's hand in one hand, and looked at him leisurely.

Wuyou: "I'm not interested in Fu Shao's secret."

"Ayou is really an all-round, all-round, world-class expert, but there is a puzzle in my heart."

"Master Fu, please tell me."

"Why are you willing to die with me?" Fu Junheng waited for his answer with great interest.

Because of Wuyou's final change of play, Fu Junheng drank too many glasses tonight.

"I think I have explained it very clearly. Young Master Fu has also heard my explanation to Director Kang." Wuyou replied indifferently, "And I based the background of the story on the experience of the character Jun Chengrui. The choice is Jun Chengrui's final choice to be buried with Ziying as the end of the story."

"The relationship between Jun Chengrui and Ziying is really good. It is a very lucky thing to have a friend who is like-minded and will accompany you through life and death. I am really grateful for Ah You making such a choice for Jun Chengrui." I am happy and touched. If I have a confidant like this, death would be worth it.”

The corners of Fu Junheng's lips raised slightly, the orange light in the room softened the edges and corners of his face, and there seemed to be an indelible tenderness at the ends of his eyes and brows.

Wuyou couldn't help but smiled, "Young Master Fu is handsome and kind-hearted, with an outstanding temperament, and he never lacks such friends."

"I'm so good in your mouth, so are you willing to be a friend like me?"

"Aren't we friends?" Wuyou asked him back.

Fu Junheng: "Ayou is a unique friend in my heart, and I also want to be the most special one in your heart, not just a member of sentient beings."

As he spoke, he slowly sat up straight and put his other hand on Wuyou's heart.It was summer at this time, Wuyou only wore a thin white T-shirt, and the two of them passed their body temperature through a thin layer of cotton fabric.

On one side is the beating heartbeat, on the other side is the scorching palm.

"It turns out that Ah You also has a heartbeat." Fu Junheng seemed to have discovered something, and his smile was particularly evil.

Wuyou grabbed his groping hand, "Young Master Fu, I'm a living person, not a wooden one, so of course I have a heartbeat."

"But why is your heart beating so fast?" Fu Junheng slightly raised his eyebrows, and his pair of phoenix eyes shone brightly under the reflection of the bedside lamp.

Worriless: "..."

"This is a normal heartbeat." Wuyou took his hand away from his heart, and then tried to withdraw the other hand that was held.

Fu Junheng: "What does Ayou want to do?"

"Fu Shao doesn't need to hold my hand all the time. The monk is a person of martial arts, and he won't touch you while you are drunk." Wuyou said with a smile.

"I'm not afraid that Ayou will do something to me, but I just want to see you for a while. After tonight, you will start to be busy again. I heard from Duan Congyong that Coach Di is very strict with you. Even meeting you has to go through His approval."

"You can still see me if you let go of your hand. I'm already here. Is it possible that Fu Shao is still afraid of me disappearing?" Wuyou asked with a smile.

Only then did Fu Junheng let go of his hand, and continued to look at the other party.

The dim orange light reflects the exquisite facial features of the person in front of him, like a painting full of atmosphere.

Fu Junheng stared at him for a while, then reached out to touch the tips of his reddened ears, "Ayou, your ears have a fever."

Finally, Wuyou couldn't hold it back anymore, pushed him on the bed, shook off the quilt and covered him, "Fu Shaomo will do this again... provocative actions, the little monk is not good at cultivation, if you make a big mistake, after you wake up, It’s too late to cry.”

Fu Junheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter, seeing his helpless look, Fu Junheng wanted to tease him even more: "What mistake does Ayou want to make?"

Wuyou pressed him under the quilt, and his smile became more and more enchanting: "What does Young Master Fu think?"

In order to suppress Fu Junheng under the quilt and prevent the other party from making trouble, Wuyou basically lay on Fu Junheng's body with a layer of summer quilt in between.

It's a pity that this thin layer of coolness couldn't block the ambiguity between the two, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to become restless.

Wuyou's clean and clear eyes finally had waves, like the surface of a lake blown by the spring breeze, sparkling with waves.

Fu Junheng let him hold him down until he saw the sparkle in his eyes, as if a string in his heart was broken.

Fu Junheng lifted his head up, and kissed Wuyou's beautiful lips directly.

The warm and soft lips carried a faint aroma of wine, with a hint of intoxicating sweetness.

It turns out that the wine tastes like this.

Then he stretched out a hand and pushed the person who came close to him back to the bed, "Young Master Fu, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

"In this case, then Ayou can treat me as air!" After finishing speaking, he turned over and threw Wuyou onto the bed through the quilt.

Wuyou was caught off guard by him, followed by the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

The unfamiliar sense of taste and touch was bit by bit swallowing Wuyou's reason. He tried to close the five senses, but the soft and fragrant touch on his lips was like the most powerful Gu poison. Once it was stained, it would be difficult to remove.

Sure enough, I have been abandoned for too long, so I can't even resist such a little temptation?

There is a trace of confusion without worry.

Fu Junheng watched those deserted black eyes lose their clarity little by little, and his beating heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

Although the person in front of him was deserted and his mouth was not forgiving at all, these two lips were unexpectedly soft and sweet, which did not match his master's deserted temperament at all.

Fu Junheng restrained the undercurrents in his heart, carefully and gently traced Wuyou's lips, like treating the most precious treasure.

This youthful tenderness was like a feather, scratching their hearts with an itch that was hard to fill.

Wuyou looked at the handsome face in front of him, and looked straight into those deep eyes, where there were too many incomprehensible emotions hidden, strong and long.

Wuyou stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips.

Fu Junheng's eyes darkened a little, and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

Seeing these details in his eyes, Wuyou couldn't help chuckling: "Fu Shao can't learn from Lan Shao, so why pretend to be frivolous?"

"What did you say?" A dangerous light flashed in Fu Junheng's eyes.

Wuyou smiled even better. He tilted his head and pressed it against Fu Junheng's earlobe, "I said, I just licked my lower lip, and Fu Shao will die. As far as Fu Shao is concerned, it's best not to get angry again." gone."

It was clearly a cold voice, but it fell into Fu Junheng's ears, but every word seemed to have a hook, hooking his soul away.

The corners of Wuyou's lips rose slightly, then kicked his legs, skillfully turned over and pushed Fu Junheng back on the bed, "Young Master Fu, you should take a good rest when you're drunk!"

After finishing speaking, Wuyou got up and left gracefully, leaving Fu Junheng with a back like a pine tree.

Lying on the bed, Fu Junheng realized that he had been tricked by that little fox, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

Fu Junheng, you are finished.

Wuyou went back to his room, took a shower, sat cross-legged on the bed, and recited the Qingxin formula for a long time.

After the film was finished, Wuyou had to go back to the Imperial Capital for training, and now he didn't want to see Fu Junheng again.He is also very messy now, with a lot of confused thoughts, otherwise he wouldn't have dragged Fu Junheng for so long last night.

He needs time and space to reflect.

As a result, when he went out the next day, he saw Fu Junheng standing by his door, his slender body leaning lazily against the wall, very eye-catching.

"Why is Young Master Fu here?"

"When you come out, you were an hour late today, did you not sleep well last night?" Fu Junheng asked nonchalantly, completely unaware of the embarrassment last night.

This person is really the one who doesn't open the pot and which pot to lift.

worry-free: ...

He couldn't tell if Fu Junheng did it on purpose, maybe Fu Junheng had already forgotten what happened last night.

Sure enough, he shouldn't be serious with Zuigui, Wuyou felt that he was once again a mediocre person bothering himself.

But since Fu Junheng couldn't remember it, it was inconvenient for him to mention it again, lest it would cause embarrassment.

Originally, Wuyou wanted to leave secretly, but now Fu Junheng caught him, so he had to go to the airport with Fu Junheng.

Fu Junheng did not leave after sending him to the imperial capital, and even drove him to the national team training ground in person.

The two talked very little on the road, and when they arrived at the gate of the training ground, Wuyou wanted to get off the car, but Fu Junheng stopped him, "Did Ayou forget something?"

"?" Wuyou was puzzled.

Fu Junheng pointed to his lips, "Farewell kiss."

worry-free: ...

Overnight, this person's face thickened a lot.

Fu Junheng raised his eyebrows, "Does Ayou want to give up after teasing me?"

Worry-free: ...

Seeing that there was no movement in Wuyou, Fu Junheng leaned over, and Wuyou shrank back unobtrusively, "How can you blame me for the anger that Fu Shao himself provoked?"

Fu Junheng answered irrelevantly: "What is Ayou afraid of? I won't eat you again."

"Fu Shao's ability to charm people's hearts is better than that of goblins, so you should be on guard."

"I'll take it as a compliment." Fu Junheng said cheekily.

He got close to Wuyou, but Wuyou didn't want to talk to him. He wanted to open the door, but the door was locked, so he looked straight at the windshield.

Fu Junheng stared at the beautiful side face that was close at hand, and said in a low voice: "Actually, Ayou thinks that I am inexperienced, so you can teach me."