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It seemed that the sentence that he shouted with all his strength was only a few degrees louder. Fu Juehan closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and let the childish declaration be scattered in the night wind.

People who are almost 30 years old should not worry about these old things, and it is not good-looking. People should move forward, no matter whether there is someone to accompany them or not.

Two extremely suppressed sobs came from the bedroom across the door, and the person huddled under the quilt turned over, and a piece of the pillow that had been lying on was soaked.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Meng Yi opened his eyes in a daze.

The room was dark and quiet with no lights on. He moved the tip of his nose twice and smelled a faint smell of tobacco in the air. Looking up, Fu Juehan was sitting on the single sofa near the balcony.

He closed his eyes, resting his head on the backrest, revealing a large part of his chest from the torn shirt. The wheat-colored muscles spread from the front chest to the arms, and then down, the cuffs were rolled up a few times in a random way, and the fingertips were casually hanging. Flickering tobacco sparks.

When Meng Yi's eyes moved to his face, Fu Juehan was opening his lips and blowing out a puff of smoke ring, the thick white mist immediately dispersed, and the man's sharp jaw line and thin beard stubble became faintly visible.

This is the first time Meng Yi has seen Fu Juehan unshaven, yet unexpectedly sexy. To be precise, no matter what Fu Juehan does, he finds him extremely charming, and he has been like this since they were still together.

"Have you seen enough?" The person on the sofa raised his eyes and asked casually.

Meng Yi was startled, and sat up quickly, but after lying down for too long, half of his calf was numb, and his posture when he got up was crooked, and an inappropriate idea popped into his mind for a moment.

No way……

Meng Yi lifted the quilt, stretched his legs together, and found that he could still move.

"Crack" and the light was turned on, Fu Juehan pinched his cigarette and stood up, "I didn't do it."

While his cheeks were flushed, he also breathed a sigh of relief, Meng muttered softly: "It's okay..."

Fu Juehan pulled a table and placed it beside his bed, and put the casserole from the hotel on it, "Millet porridge, drink it."

It was quite surprising to see him like that, "I think you will regret it."

Meng Yi flattened his mouth, and after his illness was under control, his rationality quickly returned. He said: "It's not that I don't want to do it, I wish you could do it with me...but I can't just do it so vaguely...I'm looking for you, chasing you. Not for healing."

There was a lot of self-reflection as if admitting a mistake, but Fu Juehan didn't give him any response, and Meng Yi was not discouraged, and stared at the casserole with bright eyes, "Brother Han, did you make this for me?"

"It's booked by the hotel."

"It's okay to order." He took a sip, covered his stomach that was slowly getting better, and smiled lazily, squinting his eyes: "Thank you, Boss Fu."

After finishing speaking, he blinked his eyes again, and said cautiously: "Thank you too, for saving me again, it seems that every time I am about to die in a catastrophe, it is you who come to save me."

Fu Juehan said "Mmm", "Hurry up, Meng Xiang will pick you up later, Chen Lin came once, and I let Li Yang see you off."

Meng nodded, took two bites and put down the spoon, "Have you eaten? Does your stomach still hurt? The stomach medicine I gave you will make you drowsy. You may go to bed later tomorrow. Don't worry, no. Side effects."

Fu Juehan looked at him for a while, then sneered, "Don't be so careful, I can't get used to it, and I don't want to get used to it."

Meng Yi gave a slow "Oh" and whispered again and again: "You will get used to it after a long time..."

"I don't have time, I will go abroad in the middle of the month."

The small porcelain spoon fell from his hand, and some millet porridge spilled out, Meng Yi didn't care to pick it up, his fluffy head moved twice, "There are still fifteen days, can you give me a little time?"

Fu Juehan looked at the hair spinning on the top of his head and said, "I taught you when you were young, don't waste time on things that have no meaning or result."

"But it's not!" Meng Yihong said anxiously, "This means a lot to me, and the result is also very important!"

Fu Juehan said: "What I said was true to me."

The fighting spirit shrank back in an instant, Meng Yi squinted his mouth in embarrassment, obviously he was so uncomfortable that he had to pretend to be rough and thick, and shouted with a tiger face: "I'm sorry, I was worrying too much... ..."

The two of them broke up happily in the time spent alone, and it can be said that Meng Yi's pursuit of his husband has made no progress.

After he went back, he lay on the bed full of Pikachu and thought hard for a long time. He got up late at night and wrote a detailed "Little Meng Chasing Husband Project".

The whole sentence is not expressive, and the Goupai characters are added with various symbols and stick figures. Only the core of the last sentence can be seen clearly——

It doesn't matter if you chase him or not, the most important thing is that Fu Juehan is happy!

So early the next morning, when Li Yang was complaining about Meng Yi giving up too quickly, he suddenly heard a loud shout: "Be careful! There are assassins!"

"Where is it!" He quickly raised the gun, and put his back to back with Fu Juehan in a defensive posture. The next second, something was thrown over from a long distance, and smashed right into Fu Juehan's arms.

"Brother, get down quickly! It's a bomb!" Li Yang pressed him and was about to fall down, but found that Fu Juehan was looking straight into his arms expressionlessly, and his teeth clenched twice.

It was not a bomb, but a large bunch of beautifully packaged flower balls, and what was inside was not roses or lilies, but a large cluster of round, bright red tomatoes with freshly washed water drops.

In the distance, the villain who is throwing a ball in the air is hiding next to the small pear tree.

Perhaps because of the occasion, Meng Yi also wore a bright red suit, with a green wool cap on his fluffy head, which looked like a small tomato at first glance.

Little Tomato jumped out and waved to him with a smile, "Good morning! I wish Boss Fu a happy day!"

After speaking, he immediately went back under the tree, cowardly blocking himself with a branch.

Li Yang looked at him with a silly smile, "Brother Han, don't tell me, the young master is very cute, no wonder you like it, it's too sweet."

As soon as the voice fell, the tomato flower hit the face, "Is it sweet?"

Li Yang shook his head, "It's not sweet anymore, it hurts."

Fu Juehan glared at him, "Send it back."

"Huh? I'll give it to you? Don't let me do this hurtful thing."

Holding the flowers in his hands, he was in a dilemma, and while walking towards him, he winked and mouthed to Meng Yi: "Young master, run, hurry up!"

Before Meng Yi could react, he raised his finger and pointed at himself: "Me?

"Hey! Come back! I made a mistake!" Li Yang was in a panic, "Why are you running home, run to the door!"

So Little Tomato staggered back, clutching his hat again.

Li Yang waited for him to run away before getting into the car, and put the tomato flower firmly on the center console, "I didn't send it to Brother Han, the assassin ran away."

Fu Juehan looked at the document without raising his eyes, "Won't you chase after you run away?"

"Are you kidding? I'm an old man in his thirties chasing a young man in his twenties. I won't be able to catch up even if I die."

The hand holding the document slowly tightened, Fu Juehan rolled down the car window, picked up the tomato flower and was about to throw it out of the window.

But the fingers didn't know where they touched, and only heard a sudden: "Pika Pika Pikachu!" Suddenly, a yellow Pikachu doll came out of the small tomato pile unexpectedly.

A voice sounded again, but this time it was much gentler. Meng Yi said softly, "Ajue, I dared to say that once. Brother, please be happy today, and transfer all your troubles to me."

Fu Juehan recognized this little Pikachu, it was Meng Yi who hugged it next to him when he was sleeping, and even named it, so he couldn't kiss more.

The palm tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, Pikachu was pinched and deformed to save his life, Fu Juehan put it back into the pile of tomatoes, and threw it into the back seat.

Li Yang hurriedly rolled up the car window.

It's locked.

The tomato flower was just the beginning. From that day on, Fu Juehan would be attacked by assassins every morning when he went out.

Meng Yi always hides in every corner outside the villa, sneaks out when they are not prepared, throws a bouquet of flowers into Fu Juehan's arms, and then screams to be happy while running on the Hot Wheels, for fear of running too slowly It was returned in a second.

The things in the bouquet are all kinds of strange things, besides the small tomatoes, there are also peeled lychees, washed strawberries, and dragon fruit cut into small pieces. There was even a heavy rain one day, and the temperature dropped sharply. A bouquet with a bunch of Pikachu-shaped hand warmers inside.

The next day, Fu Juehan's schedule was very full, and he didn't have time for lunch. Meng Yi knew about it in advance somehow, and wrapped him a bunch of chocolate planet cups in the bouquet.

Without too many sweet words or exaggerated luxury car roses, Meng Yi just calculated his needs and sent out his heart with both hands, as if he was not chasing love, but simply making him happy.

In addition to the flower balls, the outfits of the little assassin have also been carefully designed.

He dressed like a tomato when he gave tomatoes, dressed like a strawberry when he gave strawberries, and he himself wore the Pikachu doll costume he wore when he was coaxing people when he gave hand warmers.

Relying on the distance he was standing, Meng Yi didn't run away immediately, instead he performed Pikachu's one hundred thousand volt combo to Fu Juehan under his umbrella, fluffy raised his arms and fired towards him.

As a result, he accidentally rolled down the small mound, turned around like a little turtle for a long time before getting up, clutching his buttocks and ran away in a desperate manner.

Li Yang laughed miserably at that time.

He had so many ghost ideas that when Fu Juehan received the planetary cup, he glanced sideways in a strange way, really wanting to know what other clothes he was wearing.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yi came out in pajamas, but the pajamas were too special.

It was a one-piece panda suit, with two small round black ears on top of his head, fluttering in the wind, no different from the pajamas his brother Xiao Han put on himself when he was six years old.

It's just that the stupid kid who couldn't stand still has grown up, and his pajamas have become an enlarged version.

The childhood past that only two people knew would be fatal no matter when it was drawn out, Fu Juehan looked at him in a daze for a long time, Meng Yi also remained motionless, only smiling softly with red eyes.

He personally held the flower and sat in the car, and pressed the all-too-familiar little mechanism. The Pikachu that popped out of the planetary cup this time did not have the usual bluffing. Meng Yi said a word quietly——

"When I was six years old, I didn't know how to wear one-piece pajamas, and you put me in them, brother, do you remember?"

How could it not be remembered.

In just one year of getting along, he recalled from the age of 14 to 27.

Recalling that I finally got my wish, recalling that I was alone again.

Early the next morning, the little assassin in a yellow sweater was stopped outside the door, and a fence was erected on the road he often walked on.

Fu Juehan walked past him without looking sideways, Li Yang followed behind and grabbed his hair in embarrassment, Meng Yihuo looked at him blindly, not daring to call anyone or make a sound.

Today's bouquet contained cheese shrimp balls that he had just fried in the morning. He originally wanted to make breakfast for Fu Juehan, because Li Yang said that Fu Juehan slept late yesterday and might not be able to wake up today, so he would not have time for breakfast.

But now no one eats the shrimp balls at all.

The hot aroma kept penetrating into his nose, Meng Yi looked at the pile of round shrimp balls he intentionally fried, but the circles of his eyes were inexplicably dry.

In fact, he thought that today's food feeding plan would not go well, because using memories to stimulate Fu Juehan to change his mind was opportunistic and not sincere.

But when he found that pajamas, he couldn't hold back anything, he just wanted to put it on and show him that he had grown up, he could take care of others, he would treat him well, and he would try his best to make him happy every day.

But he made Fu Juehan angry again.

Seeing that the man was about to get in the car and leave, and the time of fifteen days was lost by one day, Meng Yi endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back and chased him and yelled loudly, "Brother!"

Fu Juehan subconsciously turned his head, but Meng Yi froze for a moment.

He frantically pointed at flowers and himself, and finally pulled the elastic cords on both sides of the hoodie shamelessly, hiding his blushing little face in the hoodie, only showing his mouth.

"Brother! I won't cheat anymore, don't disqualify me from the exam, okay?"

The assassin in the sweater who couldn't see his face put down the bouquet, clasped his hands together and bowed to him, "Please!"

The author says:

Li Yang: When you two get married, I have to sit at the Bodhisattva's table.

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ps: Thank you very much for everyone's starfish!But everyone, don’t vote for this book. One is that if I add too much, I really can’t write it. I’m afraid of wasting Daga’s stars. The other is that this book has basically climbed all the lists, so the starfish is only useful. It's not too big, if you have Bao'er chasing the next door and have starfish to spare, you can throw a few to the next door, bow down.

I try to have more words in each chapter, and I will add more when I have time, and I will add more when I have time. This book is also slowly ending, and everyone who updated it recently said that it is too cruel. Let’s adjust these two chapters first. I love you all. !