Dressed as a handsome man

The sunlight from the window cast a light halo on Wen Shuli's black hair, the light gray sweater was gentle and lovely, the drooping eyelids left a shadow, and Wen Shuli's seriousness could be felt from the profile.

Walking over quietly, Wen Shuli used ketchup to draw a cartoon head on the empty space of the plate.

This is... him?

He never liked to take pictures, let alone the Q-version image of Mr. Fu, who fell into deep doubts.

And the smiling lips on the other plate, the mole at the corner of the eye is much more recognizable, it must be Wen alienated himself.

After finishing the last touch, Wen Shuli raised his head, only to realize that Fu Yan was standing beside him at some point, proudly showing two plates: "Look, does it look like me and you?"

The corners of Fu Yan's lips hooked slightly, and his eyes fell directly on Wen Shuli's face: "Like."

Wen Shuli knew that Fu Yan was watching him, not the plate.He pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction: "You didn't even read it, it's too perfunctory~"

"I saw at a glance that you drew me just now." Fu Yan wrapped his arms around Wen Shuli's waist: "Thank you for drawing me so... cute."

"Hey." Wen Shuli frowned, like a cheap little fox: "I'm also half a big touch~"

"What is a big touch?" Fu Yan heard this term for the first time.

"It's someone who is very good at drawing!" Wen Shuli held up the ketchup science popularization.

"Well, you are indeed very good." Fu Yan firmly encouraged the children.

Fu Duo: Why have I never had this kind of treatment?

"Cough cough." Nangong Mo walked into the kitchen and heard the conversation between the two of them like a parent and a child. He coughed twice and caught their attention: "Mr. Fu, Ah Li, what are you eating? It smells so good!"

Wen Shuli ordered the plate on the counter: "Steak, creamy chicken drumstick and mushroom soup."

Nangong Mo walked over to take a look, and his teeth turned sore with jealousy.The two cartoon characters on the dinner plate must be Fu Yan and Wen Alien.

"You are here as guests, how dare you cook for yourself?" Nangong Mo said with a smile, "I ordered foreign food and it will be delivered right away."

"No need~ I just like to eat what old Fu made." Wen Shuli smiled sweetly: "You and the second brother can eat."

Nangong Mo's face changed slightly, and he touched his nose in embarrassment: "I don't know if Xiao Rui and I have the honor to taste Mr. Fu's craftsmanship."

Wen Shuli and Fu Yan sat on one side, and Nangong Mo and Feng Congrui sat across from each other. They looked at each other and looked at each other.Fu Yan made another spaghetti bolognese.

Wen Shuli cut the steak with a knife and fork after snapping a photo with his mobile phone.The quality of the wagyu beef is very good, the texture of the snow pattern is clear and perfect, it is fried with butter, simply served with pepper and sea salt, the gravy is full of juice, with the unique sweetness of the meat.

Stewed chicken drumsticks with mushrooms in butter is tender and tender, with a rich milky aroma. The mushrooms are full of soup, soft and rotten.

Wen Shuli became more and more satisfied with Fu Yan, even the food was so delicious.

God loves the world, but God always favors certain people.

"Mr. Fu, your craftsmanship is really good." Nangong Mo complimented: "I have to learn more from you."

"You are not me, and susu is not yours." Fu Yan said lightly.

Nangong Mo froze for a moment, then looked at Fu Yan in astonishment.What Fu Yan said... did he know something, did he take the opportunity to remind him?

"Hehe, of course." After regaining consciousness, Nangong Mo continued to smile foolishly, covering the back of Feng Congrui's hand with his palm: "To be with Xiaorui, I am the richest man in the world, everything is enough."

Wen Shuli tilted her head, her lips curled into a smile: "Second brother and Nangong are childhood sweethearts, and they have a deep relationship, how could they change their hearts so easily?"

Feng Congrui put his backhand around Nangong Mo's arm, cuddling like a bird: "Yes, what Amo and I have experienced, I can't finish a book."

Wen Shuli walked back and forth between the two of them with wide eyes, smiling and not speaking.

After dinner, Feng Congrui suggested singing K.Nangong Mo installed audio equipment worth 10,000+ in the living room, enough for Feng Congrui to hold a concert at home.

This is also the crushing situation that Feng Congrui had planned early in the morning.

He has become popular with vocals since his debut, he can sing keys that ordinary male voices cannot sing, and the transition between true and false voices is smooth, he is an academic with perfect skills.Although there are occasional criticisms of low singing quotient and inability to empathize.

But that's what professionals say, he's a traffic singer, and his voice and face are enough to make him the hottest and best-selling traffic male solo right now.

The tour was full and the tickets were sold out within a few minutes. He is the scalpers' favorite male singer.

As long as Wen Shuli is willing to accept the invitation, Feng Congrui will definitely be able to teach him how to behave.

"Okay, it's just for digestion~" Wen Shuli readily agreed.

Feng Congrui walked into the living room with a sneer, Nangong Mo wanted to get up too, but was stopped by Fu Yan: "Clear the dishes."

Nangong Mo: "...?"

"Do you want the guests to accept it?"

"No, no, don't do it." Nangong Mo hurriedly waved his hand: "Leave it to me."

"Thank you then." Fu Yan got up and walked to the living room.

In order to deliberately show fairness, Feng Congrui did not order his own song, but a song with a female voice with a high key.

"Hold the earth with your left hand and hold the sky with your right hand,

The palm crack burst into ten directions of lightning.

Converting time hastily into years,

Three thousand lives are not seen.

With a flower in his left hand and a sword in his right,

1 years of snow fell between the eyebrows

......"

Feng Congrui frowned slightly, holding the microphone in both hands, with a focused expression.The voice is ethereal and melodious, but the song has a high pitch from the beginning, and stubbornly does not have any falling pitch.

So before entering the chorus, Feng Congrui sang and split.

Wen Shuli's pupils vibrated slightly, 'Luoxue' changed to 'Avalanche' liao.

Feng Congrui covered his mouth and coughed twice, poking his neck to find an excuse for singing: "The heating in the room is turned on too high, and my throat is a bit dry."

"Yes." Wen Shuli nodded with a smile, not having the face of Feng Congrui.

"Do you want to sing a song?" Feng Congrui handed the microphone to Wen Shuli, and he was bound to pull Wen Shuli down.

"I'm not very good at singing." Wen Shuli waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's just after-dinner entertainment, we won't laugh at you." Feng Congrui encouraged Wen Shuli more and more when he saw Fu Yan also walked into the living room.

Forcibly thrust the microphone into Wen Shuli's hand, so that Wen Shuli could not refuse.

"Then let me sing a cappella." Wen Shuli raised the microphone to his lips, and let out a little breath:

"I do the same thing It old you that Inever would

It old you I'd change even when I knew Inever could

I know that I can't find nobody else seas good as you

Ineed you out stay need you out stay hey

(I used to say I didn't do something and now I don't

I said I'd change even though I know I'm dead

i know you are my destiny

I long for your stop)

I get drunk wakeup I'm wasted still

I realize the time that I wasted here

Ifeellikeyoucan'tfeelthewayIfeel

OhI'llbefuckedupifyoucan'tberighthere

(I'm wasting time drunk and sober

I feel that time is running out

I have a hunch you don't feel what I feel

If you are no longer with me, everything will be chaotic)

......"

Wen Shuli lowered her eyes slightly, her black hair drooped obediently beside her cheeks, her red lips were lightly parted, and her clear voice mixed with the depravity and hesitation of facing her lover in the lyrics.

Just from the singing, one can feel that when the ignorant teenager encounters setbacks in love, he panics and wants to escape, paralyzes himself with alcohol, and in the end is still an unforgettable pain.

The phrase 'I can't sing very well' just now is old Versailles.

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