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The two first bought some ingredients in the supermarket downstairs. When checking out, Fang Mubo took everything out of the shopping cart and found a can of Coke that was pressed at the bottom.

He put the Coke on the cash register, looked at Tang Chao with an innocent face for two seconds, and said with a smile: "Carbonated drinks are not good for your health, drink less."

"I seldom drink beverages. I suddenly remembered it, so I took a can." Tang Chao took the scanned Coke can and shook it in his hand, and helped Fang Mubo carry bags of ingredients. Not long after the Coke was taken out of the refrigerator, it was refreshingly cold.

Fang Mubo's house is one of the two buildings with the best location in Haiyue Community, with a sixteenth floor.After the two went upstairs, Mu Bo opened the door of his house. Tang Chao was behind him, looking in over his shoulder, slightly startled.

Fang Mubo's house is neatly furnished and full of family taste. It can't be seen that it is a single man's residence. The overall decoration style is mainly cloth art, and the color is blue, just like his impression, calm but not lacking in softness .Tang Chao changed his shoes at the entrance and handed the ingredients to Fang Mubo.

"Sit down for a while, the remote control is on the table, you can watch whatever you want, don't be restrained." After Fang Mubo finished speaking, he went to the kitchen to place the ingredients.Tang Chao sat on the sofa, looked around for a while, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the set of ceramic tea sets on the table that seemed to be expensive at first glance.

Fang Mubo lives a very particular life with great taste.Tang Chao lived in the university for two years, and he knew that many boys who looked neat and tidy lived very sloppy behind their backs. Even he himself was very casual. In the past two years, the quilts were only folded when the dormitory was inspected. Now in No one cares about living outside, and the activity of making quilts is directly deleted from life.

As soon as Fang Mubo started cooking, Tang Chao came into the kitchen.He looked at the door for a while and asked, "Can I help you?"

"Can you cook?"

"A little bit." Tang Chao paused, and replied honestly: "To be precise, he can stew randomly."

Tang Chao has never learned how to cook from his family, and he figured everything out without a teacher. After putting the ingredients in, he added the seasoning according to his mood, so the taste of the rice he made was different every time. He ate his own food. They all feel very drunk and troublesome, so they almost never cook for themselves at home.

Fang Mubo laughed, and gave him a melon: "Then help wash the vegetables, and then cut it."

Tang Chao said yes, and turned on the tap to wash slowly.After he cut the melon and put it on the plate, he helped cut the onion and garlic. When he peeled the onion, his eyes were full of tears, and both hands were occupied, so he could only raise his arms and wipe them with his sleeves. Cleaning his hands, he took out a tissue and wiped his tears.

"Okay, thank you." Tang Chao sucked his itchy nose, trying to sneeze and being unable to sneeze, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Fang Mubo cooked very neatly, and the two managed to eat before 06:30. He knew that Tang Chao couldn't eat spicy food, and there was not a single spicy dish on this table.Tang Chao tasted a few chopsticks, and his tongue was about to fall off the delicious food, and he couldn't stop at all.

His ex-boyfriend must be very happy.Tang Chao thought.

The two had dinner in a very pleasant atmosphere. After the meal, Tang Chao volunteered to take on the job of washing dishes.He washed the bowls one by one, wiped the water inside, stacked them neatly in the cabinet, and raised his head.

The accident happened at this time.

The door of the closet was opened by someone at some unknown time, and a huge glass cup fell down, hitting Tang Chao's forehead precisely and quickly.

With the sound of glass shattering, Tang Chao screamed and squatted on the ground covering his head.Blood flowed from between his fingers, flowed down the back of his white hand into his cuff, and dripped on the broken glass all over the floor.

Fang Mubo rushed over when he heard the sound, and was startled by the flowing bright red. He ignored the glass and squatted down in front of Tang Chao, looked worriedly at Tang Chao's face with closed eyes and frowning, and carefully raised his chin with his hand : "Give me a look."

Tang Chao's eyes turned black from the pain, even though Fang Mubo raised his face, the other hand that wasn't covering the wound tightly grasped his strong wrist.He took small breaths to keep from moaning.

Fang Mubo held Tang Chao's bloody hand, and leaned closer to look at the wound on his forehead. The blood flow was no longer severe, the wound was not too deep, and there was no broken glass inside.

"Go to the living room first." Fang Mubo took Tang Chao's hand and pulled him up. Tang Chao opened his left eye, and blood flowed from his right eyelid, and he dared not open it.They stepped across the wreckage, dripping blood, falling on the clean tiles, and little bright red flowers bloomed.

Tang Chao sat down on the sofa, tentatively let go of his hand covering the wound, and the blood almost stopped flowing.Fang Mubo went to get the medicine box, Tang Chao took a few tissues and wiped the blood on his hands and face, his expression distorted in pain.

"Sorry for getting dirty."

"What are you talking about?" Fang Mubo sat down next to him, opened the medical box, and said like a parent scolding a child who talks nonsense, with imperceptible helplessness and other emotions in his voice.He wiped Tang Chao's wound clean with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, pressed a thick layer of Yunnan Baiyao on it, and put gauze on it.

Tang Chao was already numb from the pain. He silently let Fang Mubo move his forehead back and forth. In his vision were Fang Mubo's pale lips and firm chin, without any stubble.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the blood on the floor and sighed secretly.

It's too bad, he went to other people's house to eat and let it go, and caused trouble.

Looking around, he made sure that the bandage was all right. Fang Mubo asked, "It should be all right. Is it hurting a lot?"

Tang Chao touched the gauze on his forehead with his hand, and shook his head: "Fortunately, it's not as painful as it was at first."

He stood up and wanted to clean up the blood on the ground and the glass fragments in the kitchen. Fang Mubo stopped him, pressed him back on the sofa with irresistible force, stared at his slightly surprised eyes and said: " Sit down and I'll clean up."

Fang Mubo cleaned the kitchen floor, put the broken glass and debris in a special box and threw them into the garbage bag—this would save the old lady who picked up the garbage in the community from pricking her hands when rummaging through it.He packed up everything and returned to the living room. Tang Chao was sitting obediently, maintaining the same posture as when he left.

He couldn't help laughing. He sat down and patted Tang Chao's knee. Just as he was about to say something, Tang Chao said, "Sorry, I caused you trouble."

"It's my fault, I didn't put the cup in." Fang Mubo handed Tang Chao an apple: "But it's really evil, why did the cupboard door open suddenly?"

Tang Chao shook his head, took a bite of the apple, and asked Chi Chi, "Is it a plot?"

"I don't know." Fang Mubo said, "If it's really a plot, what is its purpose?"

Tang Chao thought for a while and said, "It probably wants me to go to the hospital to find a doctor after I get injured?"

No one knew the real reason. Tang Chao leaned his head on the back of the sofa, upset, and suddenly his eyes froze.He pointed to the ceiling, Fang Mubo said: "Brother Fang, what is that?"

Fang Mubo looked in the direction of his finger and stared at it for a long time before he found it - it was hidden on the edge of the bright ceiling light, with only a small black bump, which he couldn't notice unless he looked hard.

Fang Mubo's heart sank.

Fang Mubo stood on the dining table and took the little thing down.He had seen this thing before, and it was exactly the same as the seven or eight bugs that Tang Chao showed him in the teahouse.

It lay quietly in Fang Mubo's palm, performing its proper function.The two looked at each other.

Tang Chao's forehead ached again violently.

The bugs in his house can also be explained by the perverted protagonist who wants to monitor his privacy, but what about Fang Mubo's house?

Apparently Fang Mubo was also very puzzled. He looked at the thing over and over a few times, but he couldn't see anything.

The two had no idea, and Tang Chao took out his mobile phone in the deadlock: "Ask Lan Kuiyu."

During Lan Kuiyu's arrival, Fang Mubo and Tang Chao searched their house together.Under Tang Chao's professional guidance, Fang Mubo paid special attention to places that could provide sustainable power to the bugs, and quickly found three or four identical bugs.

When the two were checking the bedroom, there was a knock on the door. Fang Mubo was moving the wardrobe to check the socket at the back, and Tang Chao went to open the door.Lan Kuiyu stood at the door, with a long knife wrapped in black cloth on her back, and was still slightly out of breath, obviously coming in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Tang Chao let her open the door, Lan Kuiyu walked in, and saw a few small black spots on the coffee table at a glance.

Fang Mubo came out of the bedroom, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top button of his shirt was unbuttoned when he moved the cupboard, his wheat-colored skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, full of masculinity.Fang Mubo greeted Lan Kuiyu, and said, "Tang Chao found it first, and I searched again, and now I have found four in total."

Lan Kuiyu nodded, she took a bug and watched carefully, the two did not disturb her.Fang Mubo poured Lan Kuiyu a glass of water and put it by her hand.

Lan Kuiyu frowned, probably didn't see what was going on, after a while, she pulled out a pendant from the collar of the sweater, Tang Chao took a closer look, it was a black and white cross.

She stuck the cross on the bug, and the moment the two collided, the white part in the center of the cross glowed with purple light.

"I see." Her brows loosened, and she tried several bugs on the table one by one, and the purple light flickered on and off repeatedly in her hands.

"What's going on?" Tang Chao looked very curious. He stared at the cross on Lan Kuiyu's neck, feeling an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

It was as if... that thing was supposed to be his.

"This is not a bug at all. We have all gone in the wrong direction." Lan Kuiyu breathed a sigh of relief silently: "This is 'Jie', a device that can connect this world with the space where 'Middleman' is. No wonder I The corresponding intermediary can only be found from the home of a specific character."

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Sexy brother Fang, dating his wife online.