The creditor is super fierce

When He Luo was cleaned by Fu Yi and carried out of the bathroom, he had no strength left, and lay limply on Fu Yi's shoulder, allowing him to hug him to the bed.

Fu Yi took a towel and stood at the head of the bed, wiping his wet hair for him.

He Luo just sat on the bed blankly, allowing Fu Yi to ravage his hair, his eyes were a little dull, obviously he hadn't recovered from what happened in the bathroom.

Fu Yi wiped his hair with a towel a few times, seeing that he didn't respond, her tone was rare and gentle: "Scared?"

He Luo came back to his senses, looked at Fu Yi who was dressed neatly again in front of him, moved his hands that were still sore and weak, and even had a slight burning pain on the knuckles, and silently spit out two words: "Pervert."

Fu Yi paused for a while when she wiped her hair, and her voice afterwards was extremely sexy: "I know this word over and over again, huh?"

He Luo's ears warmed up when he heard this, and two more words popped out of his mouth: "Bastard!"

This time Fu Yi, who has always been cold-hearted, couldn't hold back a smile: "Well, bastard, is there any more?"

He Luo: "..."

He Luo looked up at Fu Yi's stern face with a comfortable smile, his heart constricted uncontrollably a few times, his face turned red and he quickly looked away.

After drying He Luo's hair, Fu Yi raised He Luo's hand and wiped it with a towel. Maybe it was because he held it too tightly just now, the palm of his hand was blushing after rubbing.

Fu Yi, with a bit of self-blame and pity in his eyes, wiped his fingers clean one by one. He didn't listen to him scolding him any more, and raised his eyes to look at him: "It's gone."

He Luo pursed his lips, and decided not to talk to him, no one would rush to scold him.

Seeing that he really ran out of words, Fu Yi gave him an idea: "I'll teach you." After finishing speaking, she leaned into his ear and whispered a long series of words.

He Luo's eyes widened when he heard this, and his face flushed red. How could anyone teach people to say such... such unsavory words? !Especially Fu Yi, who was always indifferent and aloof, and no one could afford to offend him.

He Luo was so ashamed that he almost couldn't look directly at Fu Yi, but Fu Yi still took it for granted: "Next time, you can use these words to scold me."

He Luo took a deep breath, suppressed the hotness in his heart, looked at Fu Yi's face again, and felt extremely sanctimonious: "Shameless! Nasty! Shameless!"

There was a little smile in Fu Yi's eyes: "That's right, we've made progress."

He Luo: "..."

He Luo rubbed his uncomfortable stomach, and swore that if he talked to Fu Yi again, he would be a pig!

Seeing that he stopped talking, Fu Yi kept rubbing his stomach, put away his thoughts of teasing him, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong, feeling uncomfortable?"

He Luo didn't speak, but his stomach spoke for him. Hearing the very obvious "grunt" sound, Fu Yi put his hand on his stomach and rubbed it lightly: "Hungry?"

He Luo's face turned red. During the dinner party tonight, he didn't like eating anything, so he kept drinking. Now that all the wine has been drained, and he has been tossing around for most of the night, it's no wonder he isn't hungry.

But He Luo, who had already made up his mind not to talk to Fu Yi again, heard what he said, let alone opened his mouth, he didn't even nod.

Seeing this, Fu Yi didn't force him, and exchanged terms with him: "You call me nice, and I'll cook delicious food for you, okay?"

This time He Luo didn't hold back, and looked at Fu Yi with fussy eyes: "You can cook!"

Fu Yi nodded, "Yes."

Now He Luo was really surprised. It stands to reason that people like Fu Yi who are in the business world should not eat fireworks, but he didn't expect him to be able to cook!

He Luo was very curious, he really wanted to see the picture of Fu Yi cooking in the kitchen, but he had just sworn it, so it would not be good to break it so soon.

Fu Yi seemed to be ignorant of He Luo's entanglement, and was extremely understanding: "Want to try my craft?"

"Goo-"

He Luo's stomach growled again. He looked at Fu Yi's extremely sincere face, and thought that everyone had invited him. If he said no, it would be a shame. Besides, his current identity is still Fu Yi. As for the little lover, the little lover should abide by the duty of the little lover.

He Luo thought for a while, got up from the bed, walked up to Fu Yi on his knees, wrapped his hands around Fu Yi's neck, blushed, kissed Fu Yi's lips again and again, and called him softly: "A Yi."

This intimate address, this tone more coquettish than coquettish, directly shocked Fu Yi's heart. He looked at the person in front of him with serious eyes, and his voice became much lower and hoarse: "Call again."

He Luo held Fu Yi's face and kissed him several times like a legal cannon, and called him softly: "Ai, Ai, Ai, good Ai."

Fu Yi's eyes sank again, and she directly lowered her head and held the lips of the coquettish man in his arms, kissing him until she couldn't breathe, then hugged him and walked downstairs: "I'll do it for you. "

He Luo, who was already used to being hugged by Fu Yi, held Fu Yi's neck with his arms, and a pair of long legs naturally rested on his waist, shaking and playing with him naturally as he went downstairs.

When they went downstairs, Fu Yi placed him on the dining chair, saw that he was stepping on the floor barefoot again, offered to give him a pair of slippers, and discussed with him: "How about I lay a carpet for you at home. "

He Luo kicked the slippers that Fu Yi brought over for him in disgust: "No, I just like the feeling of stepping on the floor and it's cold." The carpet was laid, not to mention fluffy, it was also uncomfortably itchy.

Fu Yi watched him take the slippers away, rubbed his swollen forehead, and took out a pair of socks from his body: "Is it okay to wear a pair of socks instead of shoes?"

Seeing that Fu Yi had already knelt down to put on socks for him, He Luo nodded obediently.

Fu Yi put on socks for He Luo, but he didn't see any resistance, so he coaxed softly, "Hey, I will allow you to leave without socks in summer."

He Luo was silent for a moment, could their relationship last until next summer?

Fu Yi didn't see the silence in He Luo's eyes. After putting on the socks for him, she went into the kitchen to clean her hands, and rummaged through the refrigerator.

Due to the small number of people in the family, there are not many stocks in the refrigerator, so he found a box of shrimps, thought for a while and said to He Luo, "Can fried rice with shrimps be okay?"

There are shrimps and rice, and He Luo is already so satisfied that he couldn't be more satisfied. How can he choose, and he said without thinking: "Yes!"

"Ah."

Hearing that He Luo was satisfied, Fu Yi rolled up his sleeves, picked out a light-colored scarf and tied it around his waist, and got busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner.

When there was movement in the kitchen, He Luo couldn't help but look curiously. He saw a man wearing a scarf, washing and chopping vegetables with incomparable elegance, even pouring oil and frying vegetables with incomparable proficiency, without any fuss. , like a well-dressed gentleman.

As soon as these words surfaced in He Luo's mind, what Fu Yi, who was naked in the bathroom just now, grabbed his hand and did in front of the mirror appeared in his mind.

What a well-dressed, well-dressed animal is almost the same!Wearing clothes is a human being, but not wearing clothes is a beast!

Fu Yi quickly made a fried rice. He cleaned his hands, took the tableware and put it in front of He Luo, and fed him a mouthful with a spoon: "Try to see if it suits your appetite."

He Luo, who was still immersed in the picture of Fu Yi not being a human being, was suddenly fed a mouthful of food, and started chewing angrily. Fu Yi can bully him so much, he should eat more of his food and eat him up. poverty!

He Luo thought this way in his heart, but as soon as he tasted the rice, the distinct rice grains mixed with the taste of eggs and shrimp bloomed in his taste buds, instantly making him forget everything.

It's delicious, it's good for his appetite!

Ever since his family went bankrupt and he stopped being the young master of the He family, he hadn't eaten such an appetizing meal.

Although his fucking cooking skills are not bad, there is still a lot of difference from the chef who used to cook every dish at home according to the taste of each person in his family.

He Luo chewed the rice grains in his mouth, and was about to grab the spoon in Fu Yi's hand, but when he raised his hand, an indescribable soreness came from his arm.

Thinking that this sour feeling was all thanks to Fu Yi, he put his hand back coquettishly, the young master lost his temper, and opened his mouth directly to Fu Yi: "Ah!"

Fu Yi found it funny that he wanted to feed himself with righteousness, so he resignedly picked up the plate and fed him bite by bite.

Halfway through the meal, he couldn't help hesitating when he saw the other half of the other large portion left on the plate.

He Luo, who was enjoying the joy of being fed, finished chewing the rice grains in his mouth, but did not see the next spoonful of rice being fed, raised his head, and said "ah" again to Fu Yi.

"More?"

He Luo nodded.

Fu Yi started feeding him again, but her brows frowned slightly, she had eaten more than half of the portion, and she still wanted to eat, how hungry she was.

He Luo's good friend and boss named Jin Yuan is so greedy, he doesn't even give his good friend and deputy enough to eat.

Fu Yi was thinking about something in his heart, but he didn't pay attention, and the food on the dinner plate was finished.

He Luo, who didn't know what Fu Yi was thinking, saw that all the rice on the plate was eaten by himself, burped contentedly, and said to Fu Yi, "Let's go back and rest."

"it is good."

Fu Yi took off the apron, threw it on the dining table, picked He Luo up again and walked upstairs.

The stuffed He Luo was hugged by him and hiccupped several times uncontrollably.

Only then did Fu Yi realize that He Luo had fed himself up, and asked in confusion, "Why do you still eat when you can't eat?"

"Because it's delicious."

Fu Yi looked at him with sharp eyes: "Can you fill yourself up if it's delicious?"

Facing Fu Yi's questioning, He Luo chose to pretend to be stupid as usual: "Oh, it will be digested anyway."

He moved, and Fu Yi's hand holding him softened a little, and the person kept sliding down, Fu Yi hugged him up a little harder.

"Hmm—" He Luo, who was uncomfortably stretched, was made extremely uncomfortable by the ups and downs, and tightly grasped Fu Yi's hand: "Hold on tighter, I'm about to spit it out."

Fu Yi had nothing to do with him, took a deep breath, and carried him up the stairs calmly, "I will press the acupuncture points for you later."

The lack of bumps made He Luo's stomach feel better, and he looked at Fu Yi in surprise: "You can press acupuncture points."

"Ah."

He Luo thought about the things that Fu Yi knew, and broke off his fingers. The curiosity deep in his heart reached its peak: "Mr. Fu, is there anything else you don't know?"

The author has something to say:

Jin Yuan: "..."

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I didn't stay up late, I slept too much during the day, I couldn't fall asleep and got up, the plot in the bathroom is in vb.

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