Kidnapping a cute little peddler

Jiao Zijun took Mu Feng to the second floor of the Drunken Eight Immortals, and he ordered Mu Feng's favorite steak.

"Feng'er." While waiting for the food to be served, Jiao Zijun wanted to tell Mu Feng what he thought.

"Huh?" Mu Feng raised his head and looked at Jiao Zijun.

"Feng'er, do you want to go abroad?" Jiao Zijun played with the cup with one hand while looking at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng looked at Jiao Zijun and frowned, as if he was lost in thought.After a while, Mu Feng replied: "Well... I like it, but... But why did Zijun ask such a question?"

Jiao Zijun paused the hand that was playing with the cup, and then continued to play with it.He didn't answer Mu Feng's words directly, but instead asked, "Which country does Feng'er like?"

"Hmm... Britain..." In fact, Mu Feng was talking nonsense, he didn't know what Britain would look like at all.His family is poor, so it is good to know domestic affairs, and he hardly knows anything about foreign affairs.As for how he said he likes the UK, it's all because he saw some related reports about the UK while surfing the Internet recently.

"Britain..." Jiao Zijun seemed to be lost in thought, he kept murmuring the name.

"Zijun, Zijun? What's the matter?" Mu Feng stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Jiao Zijun.

Jiao Zijun raised his head to look at Mu Feng, with a gentle smile on his face: "Feng Er, after one year, go to England, okay?"

"Are you taking me there?" Mu Feng stared at Jiao Zijun with wide eyes in surprise.

"..." Jiao Zijun was silent. If he told Feng'er that he just wanted to send him over there to study as a chef for a year and wait for him in the country, would he be unwilling? "Well, I'll take you there."

"Really? Okay, but, will it be too expensive? If it's too expensive, I won't go because, because..." Mu Feng said anxiously.He was actually a little anxious. On the one hand, he was happy that Zijun would take him abroad, and on the other hand, he wondered whether he would bring Zijun a lot of trouble.

"Good boy, no." Jiao Zijun stretched out his hand to pinch Mu Feng's face.This little guy is always thinking about saving money for him, but he is not in a hurry about his own affairs.

"Well......"

At this time, the person who served the food came, and the two of them also entered the mode of "eating and quitting".

An hour later, Jiao Zijun took Mu Feng and left Drunken Eight Immortals.

City Z in late autumn is beautiful.

Tall sycamore trees are planted on both sides of the streets in City Z. Every autumn, golden sycamore leaves will cover the entire street.At this time, Jiao Zijun was taking Mu Feng for a walk on the street.

"Wow, it's rustling!" Mu Feng carefully stepped on the sycamore leaves on the street.The withered and yellow sycamore leaves made a sound under Mu Feng's feet.

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng's cautious yet excited look, couldn't help but hugged him in his arms and quickly stole a piece of incense.Mu Feng felt his face warm up, and his face turned red with a "sigh".

"You, you..." Mu Feng looked at Jiao Zijun's stammering "you" and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Haha——" Jiao Zijun hugged Mu Feng and laughed, this little guy is so cute.

Mu Feng pouted, squatted down, picked up a handful of leaves, and threw them towards Jiao Zijun's chest. "snort!"

Jiao Zijun was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Mu Feng had already gone far away.Jiao Zijun hurried to catch up, and when he was about to reach Mu Feng's side, he quickly bent down to pick up a handful of sycamore leaves and threw them behind Mu Feng.

Mu Feng felt something hitting his back, he turned his head and saw Jiao Zijun's triumphant smile.

"Hey! Zijun!" Mu Feng stomped his feet angrily while standing there, while Jiao Zijun laughed happily.Jiao Zijun ran away quickly, and Mu Feng followed after seeing this.The two picked up the leaves on the ground and smashed each other one after the other, making a fuss.

Finally, both of them were tired, Jiao Zijun took Mu Feng's hand and walked with Mu Feng under the sycamore tree.

"Zijun, why is there no one sweeping the thick sycamore leaves on the street?" Mu Feng asked while playing with the sycamore leaves in his hand.

Jiao Zijun let go of Mu Feng's hand, put his arms around Mu Feng's shoulders and said, "The city tree of Z city is the Chinese parasol tree, which symbolizes peace and happiness in Z city. So every autumn, even if the ground is covered with parasol leaves, everyone It is just regarded as the happiness and peace of the past year have come to Z City, which is a good symbol, and naturally no one will come to sweep the sycamore leaves on the street. Look, Fenger, although there are many sycamore leaves on the ground , but it’s not dirty, is it?”

"Well..." Mu Feng looked down, and then looked into the distance, "Well, yes, there is no garbage. There are sycamore leaves on the street. Such a street is very Beautiful!" Mu Feng laughed happily.

Jiao Zijun looked down at Mu Feng who was smiling happily, then hugged him a little tighter, and the two of them walked slowly on the golden street.

Slowly, the two walked back home.

As soon as he got home, Mu Feng quickly took off his coat, and put on a short-sleeved one to wander around the house.

Jiao Zijun hurried over and squeezed Mu Feng's arm from behind and asked, "Isn't it cold?"

"Whether it's cold or not, this temperature doesn't matter to me!" Mu Feng waved his hand.Thinking about when he was at home before, it seemed cooler over there than here in late autumn, but he still dressed like this, and he still took a cold shower.

"No, what should I do if I catch a cold later. Come on, put on this." As he spoke, Jiao Zijun took a relatively thin coat and handed it to Mu Feng.Mu Feng pursed his mouth after the result, but he really didn't want to wear it.

"Zijun, I'm going to take a shower first, and I'll change after I take a shower." As he said that, Mu Feng hurried into the bathroom with his clothes.

Ten minutes later, Mu Feng came out wearing the thin coat Jiao Zijun handed him just now and a pair of pajama pants.

"Zijun, let's take a bath." Mu Feng wiped his hair with a towel, walked to Jiao Zijun and sat down while wiping.

Jiao Zijun smelled the smell of shower gel on Mu Feng's body, which also contained Mu Feng's own faint milky smell. He couldn't help holding Mu Feng in his arms, bowed his head and kissed Mu Feng's neck.

"Zi, Zijun..." Mu Feng blushed.Every time Zijun kisses here, there is always a pink mark, which is extremely disgusting.

Jiao Zijun didn't care about him, and still imprinted his own marks on Mu Feng's neck.

"Hmm... Huh..." Mu Feng's hands tightly grasped Jiao Zijun's clothes, and every time Jiao Zijun's tongue swept across Mu Feng's neck, Mu Feng would tremble.

Finally, Jiao Zijun let Mu Feng go.He looked down at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction.

"Don't, don't look, go take a shower." Mu Feng blushed and stretched out his hands to cover Jiao Zijun's eyes, he was so ashamed!

Jiao Zijun pinched Mu Feng's cute little face, bowed his head again and kissed the pink mark, and then he was willing to let Mu Feng go to take a bath.