Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Ji Fanfan grabbed the blanket on his body, his eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look at the torn clothes, and he said, "I'm going to change clothes..."

Fu Zechuan's face became even hotter, he stood up abruptly, and said decisively: "You sit down, I'll go." After finishing speaking, he quickly walked upstairs without waiting for Ji Fanfan's reaction.

Fu Zechuan opened the closet, looked at the neat stack of clothes belonging to Ji Fanfan, suddenly remembered the stupid thing he did nervously not long ago, and felt that he had lost his face to the end of the universe.

He swallowed, he didn't deny his desire for Ji Fanfan, this desire was stronger than he had for anyone before, but it didn't mean he could accept what he did.

He didn't dare to look any more, quickly grabbed several clothes and went downstairs, and didn't dare to look at Ji Fanfan again, so he stretched out his hand two steps away, "Here you are."

Ji Fanfan took the clothes from Fu Zechuan in a daze. He could feel that Fu Zechuan was avoiding something, and he blushed.

For the first time, he knew that Fu Zechuan would also blush.

Although the timing and occasion were wrong, Ji Fanfan was still a little happy with this discovery.

He quickly put on his clothes and went into the kitchen.

Fu Zechuan also followed into the kitchen. Although the atmosphere was a bit strange, his guilt made him unable to just watch Ji Fanfan busy in the kitchen alone.

But he, the young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers, doesn't even know how to cut vegetables, let alone wash them.

After working on it for a long time, he didn't do anything, but splashed himself in the water. He looked at these disobedient dishes angrily, whether these things were against him on purpose!

Ji Fanfan held back a smile, took the things in his hand, and quickly tidied them up.

Fu Zechuan looked at those ingredients neatly arranged in Ji Fanfan's hands, and his face turned dark instantly. Are these disobedient things still divided? !

Considering Fu Zechuan's feelings, Ji Fanfan said softly, "Well, can you wash these ribs for me?"

Fu Zechuan raised his eyebrows, he knows this, just soak these ribs in water, and then take them out, it's very simple.

Fu Zechuan is full of confidence.

However, in the process of implementing——

He was pissed off again.

These greasy things got on his hands!

He looked at the oil on his hands, and the feeling was indescribably disgusting.

Fu Zechuan is neither advancing nor retreating, the expression on his face keeps changing.

Ji Fanfan saw that he was frozen there, and then looked at his hands hanging in mid-air, and suddenly understood.

He didn't say much, but carefully put the spare ribs over, drained and washed them, put them on a plate and put them aside.

Then he wiped the detergent on his hands, rubbed the bubbles in his hands, then took Fu Zechuan's hand, and scrubbed his hands carefully, from the back of his hands, the palms, to the crevices of his fingers, he cleaned for him meticulously clean.

Fu Zechuan stared at the serious and meticulous person beside him. Ji Fanfan was half a head shorter than him. Under the light, he could clearly see the silhouette of Ji Fanfan's distinct eyelashes cast under his eyes.

He found himself as if he had never looked at him so seriously.

The bright light hit Ji Fanfan's face, which covered his side face with a light halo, making him look very gentle and quiet.

But Fu Zechuan knows that he also has a stubborn side, but he rarely shows that side, but he has seen it.

Ji Fanfan, who is so rare, has an unspeakable sense of brokenness, which can easily arouse others' desire for protection and sympathy, but it is also more attractive.

Ji Fanfan dried his hands with a clean towel, but when he looked up, he found that Fu Zechuan was staring at him without blinking.

He hesitated and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Fu Zechuan moved his eyes away, withdrew his hand from him, and said in a muffled voice, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Ji Fanfan froze for a moment, then shook his head quickly, "No." He blinked hesitantly, his voice was low but sincere, "Everyone has something they are not good at, you have it, I have it too, I don't Laughing at you."

Hearing his voice, Fu Zechuan felt a little better after he was depressed. He cleared his throat, concealed his embarrassment and said, "Then what, is there anything else I can do?"

Ji Fanfan looked at him and smiled a little, "Then, give me the salt."

Fu Zechuan turned around and scanned the neatly arranged bottles and jars on the shelf. He still recognized salt, which was a bottle of white crystal grains, but why were there two bottles of white things on this shelf? ?

He frowned and judged for a while, it was all salt, so he reached out and handed Ji Fanfan a bottle of white stuff.

Ji Fanfan took the bottle from him, and when he was about to pour some into the stir-fried dishes for seasoning, he froze for a moment. He was afraid of hurting Fu Zechuan's self-esteem, so he silently put the bottle of seasoning that he handed over to him again. I took it back and got another bottle.

Fu Zechuan asked him incomprehensibly, "Why did you put it back?"

Ji Fanfan whispered in embarrassment: "That's... candy."

Fu Zechuan felt that he had been hit by [-] critical points, and he fell silent.

He couldn't believe that now, in this small kitchen, in this short half an hour, he was hit by dimensionality reduction attacks one after another! !

Ji Fanfan saw his expression of lovelessness, and hurriedly explained to him: "I, I didn't know the difference before, just look at it more. Familiarity, practice makes perfect!"

Fu Zechuan was like a shadowed character in comics, he said in frustration, "Don't comfort me."

Ji Fanfan took his hands, looked at him sincerely, blushed, and encouraged him: "Other aspects, Zechuan is still very good! Zechuan, I have seen, very good, very good People! Really!"

Fu Zechuan's eyes fell on his sincere face, and then moved to Ji Fanfan's holding his hand. He didn't expect that one day he would ask him to comfort him. He was a little uncomfortable, and said "um" softly from his nasal cavity After one sound, he stepped aside and completely withdrew from this "battlefield" that was not suitable for him.

He crossed his arms and stood sideways against the wall, quietly observing Ji Fanfan.

He seems to understand why Ji Fanfan wants to go out to work, is it like he feels like a waste in this kitchen?And what kind of way do you want to find to let others recognize yourself?

Fu Zechuan has always been his own way, without trying to understand other people's feelings, this is the first time he began to understand others from the perspective of others.

He said in a calm tone, "What job are you looking for?"

Ji Fanfan was stirring the boiled soup with a long spoon. He paused when he heard the stirring, and then continued the action just now, "Translate."

Fu Zechuan raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered a new continent, and asked with interest, "Can you still translate?"

Ji Fanfan nodded.

Fu Zechuan stroked his chin leisurely, "Which language do you know?"

Ji Fanfan didn't know why he asked this, but he still answered every question: "I can speak both English and Russian."

Fu Zechuan didn't expect that he would know this, and at the same time, he also felt that he really knew too little about Ji Fanfan.

After Fu Zechuan asked these questions, he stopped asking. The two were silent for a while, except for the smell of food floating in the air and the sound of thick soup boiling.

During the long silence, Fu Zechuan spoke again, "Which company?"

Ji Fanfan brought the prepared meals to the table, and upon hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Fu Zechuan, his bangs looked at him uncertainly, and obediently answered his words, "Jiecheng."

Fu Zechuan thought for a while, "Do you play games?"

Ji Fanfan nodded, "Their company wants to develop a version of the game for overseas players, so..."

"Understood." Fu Zechuan's businesslike attitude made Ji Fanfan not sure what he meant, and they were having an unpleasant fight over this matter today, so Ji Fanfan would not ask questions at this moment.

"Tomorrow, I will look at the company's information. If there is no problem, you can go to work."

Ji Fanfan thought he had heard it wrong, so he stood there and looked at Fu Zechuan stupidly for a long time.

Fu Zechuan was so stared at by him that his heart felt furious, and he tilted his head, "Don't look at me like that."

Ji Fanfan's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment he couldn't believe that this turn of events was real, "You, agree?!"

"Wait until I read the information—"

Before Fu Zechuan finished speaking, Ji Fanfan rushed over and hugged him, he hugged his neck excitedly, his eyes were brighter than the moon in the sky, brighter than the stars, "Zechuan, Zechuan, you are so kind~”

It was rare for him to be so active, which made Fu Zechuan's gloomy mood brighter, and he pretended to be angry: "Huh? Are you so happy to leave me?"

Ji Fanfan stumbled nervously, "No, no, I, I..."

Fu Zechuan rubbed the back of his head amusedly, and said softly, "Don't be nervous, I'm not angry."

Ji Fanfan's dark eyes reflected Fu Zechuan's soft and handsome face, his lips were slightly parted, and he couldn't help tiptoeing to kiss her.

Fu Zechuan didn't expect to have such a sweet windfall just by agreeing to him to go out to work. If he had known, he would have agreed to him earlier.

He supported Ji Fanfan's body emotionally, and pressed the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

After a while, Ji Fanfan grabbed the clothes on Fu Zechuan's chest, lowered his head shyly and panted, his whole body turned red.

How could Fu Zechuan, who had just tasted the sweetness, let him go at this time, he pressed his waist and pressed him close to his body, and lifted his face to continue.

"Zechuan..."

Fu Zechuan stopped a centimeter away from his lips, his dark eyes were stained with aroused lust, "Huh?"

Ji Fanfan looked at him, his fair skin was glowing with charming pink, his beautiful eyes were covered with mist, and his lips were bright red because of the action just now, like a gorgeous rose, especially alluring, he moved slightly Move your lips, "We, get married, okay..."?