he's just my boyfriend

Since Jin Yang's quilt was drenched, the sky cleared completely, and the last trace of oppression in the air was gone. The sun was soft and soft, and it was very comfortable to bask in.

Da Kui updated a group of photos of his girlfriends in Moments.

-"Zhang Jiali: Can you take a good photo of my legs, making them look like fake ones.

Me: No matter how I shoot it, it is long and straight, I am also very desperate (wit.jpg)”

-applause.jpg

- good legs

-Senior grew up eating cute food, right?

- my boyfriend filmed me at the scene of the car accident

-Sister is so beautiful!

-Big brother, when will we hold a class for training?

- Ahhh, I want a little fairy like this too!

- I probably made a fake boyfriend (smile.jpg)

- Here is a flat-chested old school girl, I want to borrow your boyfriend to make an appointment, the school girl will not mind

-Sell WeChat, buy it for [-]

- I haven't seen Tao for a long time, I want to take a few mouthfuls to restore blood

- I'm bringing an old senior here, I want to take a wedding dress with the flat-chested guy upstairs

……

Cannibals are soft-spoken and short-handed. Tao Fang felt that he should make some contributions during his stay.

Since Fang Qi assigned the job of drying clothes to Tao Mian, Tao Mian has contracted the washing machine on the balcony of the living room at home. As soon as the day cleared, Tao Mian was ready to act.

Before that, he followed Fang Qi to learn the correct way to open the washing machine.

Although Fang Qi repeatedly stated that the washing machines are basically fully automatic now, and there is no need for him to do anything at all, but Tao Fang always felt inexplicably that he would make a mistake.

Today was the first time Tao Fang used it without Fang Qi's supervision. He sat in the living room with his computer in his arms and looked at it from time to time, for fear that something might go wrong.

Usually I can’t do my homework without playing a few songs as background music. Today, I dare not play songs. I just listen to the different sounds of each program of the washing machine.

They asked for a film for their mid-term homework. They didn't hear what the theme was, and they didn't hear what the request was. They only knew that Xiao Song said two days ago that they had just filmed the five-water co-treatment during their summer practice. So I don't have to worry about it anymore.

Joint homework is popular in their school, just like students in any subject like to make films, and their teachers like to ask teams to do homework.

You need to form a team for filming, you need to form a team for PPT reports, you need to form a team for writing plans, and you need to form a team for everything.

Sometimes things can be done by one person lying in front of the computer for more than an hour, and a few people have to come together to discuss the division of labor. When it is time to hand in things, some people have not handed in things. Tao Fang was in a hurry.

In a team of seven or eight people, there are only three or four people working. Tao Fang was still angry about this when he was a freshman, and now Tao Fang is also a Buddha.

Anyway, he didn't plan to go abroad to study in graduate school, so he just let his grades go with fate, and he didn't have time to worry about whoever wanted to worry about it.

"Drip drip."

Almost as soon as he heard the beep of the washing machine, Tao Fang dropped the half-written thesis and jumped up from the sofa.

Turn off the power switch, unplug the power plug, open the machine cover, take out the laundry, clean the filter bag, and finally dry the washing machine.

Every time Tao Fang took a step, he had to recite a sentence silently in his heart, and presented the main points that Fang Qi told him step by step, with a serious expression on his face, and he felt a sense of ritual after washing his clothes.

The sun shines in from the balcony, and shines on Tao Fang's slender figure with the freshness of the morning. Every bend and arm is outrageously beautiful.

The raised side face was trimmed with gold, Tao Fang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, happy on the fourth day at Mr. Fang's house.

The weather was not so good a few days ago, so the clothes piled up.

Before Fang Qi went out, he specifically told him to raise the clothes hanger higher, saying that only in this way can he move his shoulders and necks.

The washing machine can't be used, but the business of drying clothes is still familiar.

Taking the clothes out of the laundry basket one by one, he knew to shake them before hanging them on the hanger, otherwise the clothes would be wrinkled in the end. .

Tao Fang felt that something was missing when he was hanging out, but it was still too quiet, so he hummed a song by himself.

Almost every day when Fang Qi came home from get off work, the first thing he did was to change his clothes. In fact, most of his closets were ordinary clothes, which was different from Tao Fang’s imaginary CEO personality.

For example, for this pair of black sweatpants, Tao Fang took out a pair of slim-fit sweatpants with white trims on both sides from the laundry basket.

He found that Fang Qi likes to wear sportswear very much, the kind that he uses as pajamas, and he buys them as a whole set, which complements his figure very well, so he can't help but want to look at it.

This brown top is, this light gray one is too, this white back... oh, this one is his.

Almost all the tank tops in the laundry basket are Tao-free.

It can be said that Tao Mian is quite keen on vests and shorts, and the whole dormitory they brought fell in love with this combination. Every time the neighbors came to their dormitory to sleep together, he would ask them if they bought the clothes together.

Including what he is wearing now is still a vest and pants, all kinds of vests and pants, Fang Qi has learned a lot in the past two days, and it is the first time that he knows that there are so many patterns of vests and pants.

Tao Fang wanted to laugh when he thought of Fang Qi's eagerness to ask him where he bought the vest yesterday.

It is really comfortable to not have to worry about what to eat for the next meal.

Fang Qi said that he only knows how to go down, but in fact, every breakfast will find a way to give him some tricks, even if he eats cold noodles today and noodles tomorrow, Tao Fang, who has never had breakfast all year round, is quite satisfied.

In the past two days at Mr. Fang's house, he kept a low profile, cultivated himself, and went to bed early and woke up early. Tao Fang felt that the dark circles under his eyes that had been entrenched all year round had disappeared a lot. Fang Qi also said that he looked better.

I feel that this [-]th long holiday has improved my quality of life for the whole year.

Every time Zuo Linjun wanted him to do some chores and asked him what he was busy with, Tao Fang would justly say "busy about dating" and go back, absolutely rejecting the work that was not his job, after all Zuo Linjun would not Give him a raise.

He had already made up his mind that in Zuo Linjun's studio, he didn't plan to take any more losses. It would depend on who can't stand the other first, and who kicks off the other first.

When I went out this morning, Qianqian said that he would come back to eat at noon, and he did.

Tao Fang didn't ask him why he suddenly came back for lunch, and took the initiative to take over the job of steaming the rice at the first sentence. He was drying the clothes while watching the time and preparing to go to the kitchen.

But in view of Tao Mian's performance on the fully automatic washing machine, Fang Qi stopped changing shoes when he heard him say that he would be in charge of steaming rice, and looked at him with an expression of "Young man, you have a lot of ideas".

Tao Fang pursed his lips at that moment, stretched out his hand and slapped him in the face: "You wait!"

It's not Tao Mianchuu, he doesn't know anything else, he can steam big white rice.

When Fang Qi received Tao Fang's call, he was accompanying the group of foreign guests to visit the museum in T City.

He had been among this group of people since the morning, not for any other reason, but because he was called by Badi Tumu and wanted to be there, and he didn't need to think about who was involved in it.

There is no business relationship, and Fang Qi is not interested in the pilot project in S City that Baditum said, so he half-pushed and half-agreed, saying that there will be a meal at noon, and he may not be able to continue with them at that time.

When Zhu Yao relayed this matter to Badi Tumu, Badi Tumu felt it was a pity, and at the same time told Fang Qi to go at ease, and leave him alone if there was something to do, as if he really liked him.

Now 5 minutes have passed since Fang Qi said he was ready to go home, no matter how Tao Fang sent him a message, there was no response, Tao Fang finally looked at the beautiful rice steamed by him in the rice cooker in front of him and gave it to Fang Pray made a call.

Fang Qi's mobile phone was turned on silent, and he took it out to check the time, and happened to see a call from Tao Fang, and he didn't know how long he had been calling.

He was in a bit of a dilemma. Badi Tumu next to him was still very interested in watching a big tripod that he didn't know which corner he picked up from. He was dragged and chatted all the way so that he didn't have time to think about it. It was only now that he noticed that it was time to go home. .

Zhu Yao, who was standing on the other side of Baditum, noticed the embarrassment on his face, and prayed to Baditum without saying hello: "It's okay, just take it if you have something to do."

Fang Qi nodded gratefully at him, thinking that no one here could understand Chinese, so he said directly: "It's Tao Fang, who urged me."

Zhu Yao paused. Before that, he thought that the meal that Fang Qi was talking about was a business affair.

Looking at the back of Fang Qi going to the distance to answer the phone, Baditum understood, and asked Zhu Yao: "Does he have to leave?"

"Yes, you go on shopping, I'll wait for him, and I'll come to you after I send him away." Zhu Yao signaled Omis, who was in the translation team, to explain the cultural relics for Baditum on his behalf.

Omis is a black man. He nodded at him and filled the vacant position next to Baditum. His Chinese is not bad, and he can understand most of the things on the introduction board.

Today, the venue was booked because of Baditum's arrival, and there were no staff members in the entire city museum, only they accompanied the translation team.

Not far away, Fang Qi stood at a nearby corner to answer the phone.

As soon as Zhu Yao approached, he heard Fang Qi's laughter, which sounded very pleasant.

"I saw it, I saw the picture you sent me on WeChat."

"Well, I praise you. I will apologize to you when I get back. I didn't pay attention to the time just now."

The smile on Fang Qi's face made Zhu Yao feel very dazzling. He was familiar with that tone of voice, just like himself four years ago.

"Two to 10 minutes, cooking is very fast."

Zhu Yao guessed that Tao Fang on the other end was asking him how long it would take to get home, and Tao Fang hated waiting for others.

As soon as Fang Qi hung up the phone, he opened WeChat, but this time it was no longer the pot of rice that Tao Mianzheng was looking at, but the little face on the side.

As if he was afraid that he would not believe that he made it up, what he sent was a photo of him with a pot of white rice, with a slap on his face and a three-point show off with a smile on his face, and he almost didn't write the words "praise" on his face up.

"Tao Tao is very good at steaming rice."

Fang Qi was surprised for a moment by the voice coming from behind, he didn't expect that there was someone behind him listening to the corner of the wall.

The two looked at each other, but Fang Qi didn't speak.

Probably because he is taller than most people, Zhu Yao seems to have gotten used to the condescending perspective. The corner of his mouth curled to the other party, and his tone was relaxed: "Tao Tao doesn't know anything after entering the kitchen, and the rice cooker is all I taught him later. I learned it."

The author has something to say: Happy birthday to Qianqian! ! !

(Just finished the picture and climbed up to catch a bug