Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

"OK, I'm a man." Fu Wan said kindly, "What's wrong with you, tell me."

Qi Ye: "..."

Fu Wan probably understood what Qi Ye meant.

But he also knew that the change in the relationship between the two did not happen overnight.

"Just..." Qi Ye leaned on the seat, turned his neck, tilted his head slightly, looked at him with raised eyelids, and decided to speak directly if he had something to say.

In the working environment, subordinates can accurately guess what he means and accurately complete the company's tasks.

But Fu Wan is not a subordinate, Fu Wan is someone he cherishes in his heart and dare not touch or hurt.

He can't just say half of it and let Fu Wan guess, because sometimes Fu Wan's two-dimensional paper head is indeed not in the same dimension as him.

He gradually realized that people's hearts are far away, and it's not fair for him to rely on Fu Wan's half-knowledge without saying anything.

"Wan Wan, you like me too, right?" Qi Ye said.

Fu Wan nodded: "I like it, I want it."

Qi Ye's dark eyes were like shooting stars, and there was a provocative smile on Qingjun's face: "Then let's assume that when I talk to others, I hug and hug, do you care?"

"This assumption is not valid." Fu Wan said, "How could you cuddle with others, such frivolous actions..."

Even so, just thinking about that possibility made him feel that his little heart was baked with salt, making it sour.

"Then let me think about it." Fu Wan said, "I probably understand what you mean."

Qi Ye hummed unhurriedly, and it sounded like he was in a good mood.

Fu Wan couldn't hold back his words, so he poked An Xia out.

[Fu Erdai]: Xia Bao.

[An Xia]: Shy.jpg.

[Fu Erdai]: My brother said he wanted to sleep with me, and he also told me to treat him as my man.

[An Xia]: Qi Ye is not that kind of person, you are slandering, Qi Ye would not say such things.

Fu Wan: "..."

[Fu Erdai]: But he really said it!If it wasn't for the fact that I was pressed on my head, I wouldn't believe it myself. My brother is as high and clean as a fairy in my heart, okay?

[An Xia]: I don't know why, but the Qi Ye you describe looks like two people to the Qi Ye I usually see in school. What you're talking about is the brother next door who's a bit sloppy. What I see is the group Cold heir.

[An Xia]: The second generation, have you realized that his love and bad thoughts are only for you.

Fu Wan stared at the few lines on the phone and was stunned for a long time.

He once again took the opportunity of looking at the street lights to put Qi Ye into his peripheral vision.

Qi Ye was not looking at him, but was leaning against the window, with his right hand fisted and his knuckles resting on his chin. His side profile was as good-looking as a person on the cover of a fashion magazine, and his superior facial features were born with a sense of nobility and indifference.

Fu Wan guessed that he was thinking about some complicated and difficult contract.

[An Xia]: Oh, I saw your circle of friends.

[An Xia]: Congratulations, you don't need to be gay anymore.

[An Xia]: The second generation, there is one thing, if you two are serious about dating and becoming a family, you have to pay attention.

[Fu Erdai]: Tell me.

[An Xia]: Your personality is too likable. You have a good relationship with everyone. You can go up and say a few words to anyone you see. Then how do you distinguish Qi Ye from them?

[An Xia]: Can you handle this distance problem?

Holding the phone, Fu Wan was lost in deep thought.

In the boys' dormitory of C University, An Xia's phone on the table rang again——

[Qi Ye]: Thank you. [big red envelope]

[An Xia]: It's easy.

The car stopped in the garage outside the Fenglin mansion. Fu Wan didn't come back here for several days, and felt that the wind at the foot of the mountain seemed to have become fresh.

There is still some distance from the No. 7 detached villa where they lived, so Fu Wan walked back with Qi Ye.

The wind is warm, and there are small insects chirping around, he walks relatively slowly, Qi Ye usually slows down and waits for him.

There are many opportunities for them to walk side by side, but he has never felt so subtle like today.

From Qi Ye confessing his feelings to him almost rudely, everything seemed to be different.

Riding in a car or walking together, such ordinary things suddenly seemed to have undergone a sugar-coating process. Every step he took, he felt a floating light in his heart.

He entered the yard with Qi Ye, stood by the door of his own villa, and leaned over to try to brush the iris lock, but Qi Ye grabbed the back collar and dragged it back a little.

"What are you doing, can I scare the house or something?" Fu Wan asked puzzled.

He bumped into Qi Ye's chest, only separated by a thin layer of shirt material, felt Qi Ye's chest was hard and hot, the faint smell of orange blossom surrounded him, the side of his neck was numb and slightly itchy, Qi Ye's breathing It rubbed against his skin, making his whole body go limp.

The questioning voice, which was originally quite aggressive, softened so much. It didn't sound fierce at all, nor was it teasing, but it was a bit like coquettishness.

This unprecedented thought startled him, and it became clear to him that their relationship could never go back to the way it was.

"Wan Wan." Qi Ye blocked the door, preventing him from entering, "How many days are left to settle the account after running away from home? We are both trustworthy people, let's settle the account."

In a daze, Fu Wan was pressed against the door by his brother and kissed deeply.

This time his reaction was bigger than before, he was not standing still, and he was about to slide down with his back against the door, all thanks to Qi Ye's hands on his waist, lifting him up and sliding him from time to time.

"I like you." Qi Ye's voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded different from usual, "I like you more than anyone else. I confess my confession now. You must believe me."

Yitanfu was taken back to the living room by Qi Ye early on, and hung on the sofa.

Fu Wan was lying on her back, looking at the lights on the ceiling, her forehead was a little wet, her warm red mouth with watery eyes opened slightly unconsciously, panting for breath.

He seems to have become more sensitive, and he can see many things around him that he didn't care about before.

The calendar on the table was stopped on the day he ran away from home, and no one tore it off.

The handles and game consoles he threw on the carpet are still in place, the carpet he messed up is still the same, and the sofa is full of various nut snacks, which can be reached by hand.

It seems that time stopped on the day when he ran away from home, and the picture was frozen, waiting for someone with a heart to break in again.

But not like this.

He remembered that when he left that day, he couldn't take all the precious shoes with him because they were too heavy, so he dropped a lot of them on the ground.

Now those shoes are all neatly stored in the corner, so neat that it looks like someone has come to offer incense.

A soft place deep in his heart was suddenly hit, a little painful, and a little bit of contentment and sweetness in the aftertaste.

With his back turned to him, Qi Ye took off his neat white shirt and changed into home clothes.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the metal buckle on the belt, Qi Ye lifted a corner of his white shirt. His back was tight and his muscles were smooth and superior. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Fu Wan who was pretending to be dead on the sofa, leisurely He raised his hand and threw the shirt in Fu Wan's face.

Fu Wan: "..."

The smell of orange blossom and white jasmine that belonged to the other party hit his face, filling his whole world almost instantly.

The two of them have fought like this before. When playing games together before, when Qi Ye was yelled at by him until he collapsed, he even did things like stuff his white shirt into balls in his mouth, but he never felt anything wrong before. Wrong place.

he's changed.

"What's for dinner?" Qi Ye changed into his home clothes and asked him, "If you don't like to eat in the company's cafeteria, then I'll make it for you."

"Okay." Fu Wan jumped up from the sofa.

The rice cooked by Qi Ye can be said to be quite delicious.

"What to eat?" he asked.

"I'll get you a baked cheese rice and baked potatoes?" Qi Ye put his right hand on his left wrist and took off his watch, "Can I feed you?"

"Yes!" Fu Wan sat up straight, her lips were still much redder than usual, "I still want orange juice."

Qi Ye didn't seem too happy to let him into the kitchen, so he sat by the kitchen island and waited.

[Fu Erdai]: An Xia, I sent you the opinion collection form.

[An Xia]: I received it. I will clear the dormitory first, and then I will look at it in detail.

[Fu Erdai]: I don't live in school, I forgot.You said it earlier, I left it for you to be a coolie.

[An Xia]: No, someone will help me.

[Fu Erdai]: Who is it?

[An Xia]: I met that day at the exhibition, a very nice boy.

"Try this seasoning?" Qi Ye walked over and glanced at Fu Wan's phone screen, "Don't always soak in electronic products."

"My family sells electronic products." Fu Wan said, "It's not considered unscrupulous."

He opened his mouth and licked the chopsticks that Qi Ye handed over: "It smells so good, as expected of you."

"That's for sure." Qi Ye's eyes were shining like stars, "I specially learned the method, even baked slippers are delicious."

"You can't bake slippers." Fu Wan pursed her lips, "Shoes are the treasures of human beings, regardless of high or low."

Qi Ye: "..."

The stinky centipede dared to raise a bar and broke his leg.

A day later, Fu Wan's Weibo account and private message on the live broadcast account were still filled with dazzling confessions and teasing words.

He took Qi Ye's photo to prevaricate the netizens in the morning, but no one believed him, they all mocked him for his ignorance——

[The lion opened his mouth, your aptitude is good, your face is indeed beautiful, men and women can take it all, and there is some hope of entering the entertainment circle, but you and Qi Ye are two worlds. ]

[Fresh and refined like you, you also want to marry a wealthy family and become a phoenix, don't think about it, he has a wife, a femme fatale, the kind who eats skin and eats meat without spitting out bones. ]

[Dead straight male anchor, I bless others who come out of the closet, but when you come out, I only think about whether you have no money again, okay? ]

[Smelly straight man, you still like men, do you know how men behave with men? ]

This barrage was forked because it was pornographic, but Fu Wan still saw it.

He probably knew, but he never considered this level.

He actually doesn't like men, he only likes Qi Ye, and Qi Ye is a genuine man with complete accessories.

Qi Ye has everything he has.

When he liked Qi Ye, he wanted to be a soul mate with Qi Ye.

But Qi Ye seemed to be a little more materialistic than him, and he said straight up that he wanted to have sex with him.

He gave the live broadcast to the pigeon, sat at the desk, and checked the opinions of the live players of the game one by one.

"Brother, your plots, pictures, and dubbing are all more exquisite than I have ever seen." This is from a girl's opinion, "But the current Yiyou market is very crowded, you have to add some larger scales. , Full of tension, and new illustrations that can pass the review, to ensure subsequent updates."

This is a very good opinion. It is necessary to increase the tension and emotional atmosphere between the characters on the premise of ensuring that the player's underpants do not fly around.

Mi Lier, who is in charge of the illustration in their group, said that it has been obtained and is making follow-up adjustments.

Fu Wan looked at the illustrations on the screen, and thought about the shape and composition of the characters.

He was an art student. Since he entered university and started to learn how to make game scenes, he hasn't drawn characters for a long time.

The tension of the picture, as a scene maker, I don't know if it can be reflected.

The hard lead twirled twice between his fingers, he took out a piece of draft paper, and drew out a slender figure.

The human figure has a straight head and neck, a tight waistline, and a dark brown belt hooked on its slender fingers.

The end of the eyes is slightly long, the long eyelashes are drooping, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin, and the face is slightly sideways, elegant and elegant.

The dark gray lines of the pencil spread out layer by layer under his pen, and what gradually appeared on the paper was Qi Ye who had just changed clothes in front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and the pen stopped at the figure's waist. He recalled the shape of Qi Ye's abdominal muscles, and stretched his two fingers on the position of the figure's waist and abdomen on the paper, trying out the proportions.

"Almost." He whispered.

"It's a little bit worse." A deep voice came from behind him.

"Huh? You're watching." Fu Wan rested his head on one hand and turned his head lazily. The pencil dust on his fingertips rubbed against his cheek. He didn't notice it, but joked in a good mood, "Brother, Painter Fu Xiao came out of the rivers and lakes today, and I will draw a yellow picture for you, and you can see if there is any tension."

"...The waist of my trousers is not as low as in your drawing." Qi Ye said, "The proportions at the waist are also not right."

"Isn't it right?" Fu Wan was quite confident in her basic skills.

"No." Qi Ye grabbed his hand and pressed it on his waist, "Wanwan, make some gestures yourself."

The author says:

Fu Wan: Let me draw a yellow picture for you.

Qi Ye: Sure, add yourself to it.