Misfiring

There are still many vacant spaces in the parking lot of the community. After parking the car, Cheng Mo and Ying Yang walked home slowly with bags of trophies.

Among them, Ying Yang took all the big items, while Cheng Mo only grabbed a small environmental bag from him.

Inside were a few handfuls of shallots and two green vegetables.

Back home, Ying Yang consciously began to pack things. All the new clothes took off the tags and threw them into the washing machine, and the meat and vegetables were sorted and put into the corresponding shelves of the refrigerator.

Cheng Mo never thought that he was such a detail-oriented person.

After washing their hands and mixing cat rice for Dandan, Cheng Mo squeezed into the kitchen and Ying Yang put on their aprons, rolled up their sleeves and prepared to show off.

Pizza tonight.

Don't order takeout, make your own.

They are not picky eaters, and they have nothing to avoid. They are undoubtedly very free in the choice of ingredients. After discussion, they finally decided on the taste of Orleans grilled chicken steak.

Cheng Mo has never made pizza before, but he has an oven at home, so he just needs to buy another pizza pan.Thinking that they will make some other snacks, they only bought a 9-inch pizza plate.

Mix the weighed flour, sugar, salt, yeast, etc. with water, and Cheng Mo is in charge of mixing, while Ying Yang sprinkles some flour from time to time, and occasionally messes with Cheng Mo's face in a very boring way, using fingers stained with white flour Draw small paths on his cheeks, three on each side, and poke on the tip of his nose like a finishing touch, so that Eggy can finally find the shadow of his brother on him.

Cheng Mo suffered from the fact that his hands were sticky with the unformed flour paste, unable to get away, he could only dodge to avoid Ying Yang's movements.However, he can't hinder Ying Yang even if he is unrestrained, let alone right now.

Staring at him angrily with a painted face, Cheng Mo didn't expect that something more extreme was yet to come.Ying Yang laughed and clapped his hands, took out his mobile phone and clicked on him, capturing every moment of his frowning and staring into the camera.

Create a new photo album, set a password, keep it properly, and no one can delete it.

Cheng Mo couldn't argue with him, he couldn't stretch his sticky hand to snatch his phone, and then continue to poke it back to make noodles—I'm afraid he won't be able to grab it.

Silently rubbing the dough as Ying Yang's face, Cheng Mo quickly calmed down, and even rubbed his head against Ying Yang's body without warning when Ying Yang approached, and heard him ask in a particularly disgusting way: "Don't like cats?"

"How about I draw one for you too?"

"Okay, you draw." Saying that, Ying Yang stretched out her face generously.

So Cheng Mo really dropped the muddy batter and started washing his hands.

Ying Yang squeezed over to wash with him, the cold water flowed down the big palm to catch the small palm, and helped him remove the white mud between his fingers with great patience, then turned off the faucet, and naturally took over the process of kneading the dough.

Seeing that Cheng Mo was too embarrassed to take revenge.

Heaven and man fought for a long time, until Ying Yang started humming confidently, he made up his mind to poke him on the face with flour, and poked another one on the other side while he was looking over, forming a pair of delicate and pretty dimples.

He didn't dare to make too much of it, firstly he was thinking about when it would be time for revenge, and secondly, he was also afraid that he would rub himself on his body in a similar way, fluffy white, making a big show.

Ying Yang's thinking always ran counter to his, not only was he not angry, but he even showed a charming smile on the corner of his lips, and asked brazenly, "Is it pretty?"

"...the face is really big." Cheng Mo turned his head and refused to buy it.

But it was undeniable that his heart was itching like being scratched by a cat's paw.

"Do you want to shoot?" Ying Yang pushed him with his shoulder.

"What to shoot."

"Pornographic photos."

"Where is it gorgeous?!" Cheng Mo pouted: false advertisement.

"Hey, I knew I should have taken off my clothes just now."

Bare - topless, with an apron hanging on the chest, it is especially easy to make people fantasize.Cheng Mo made up the picture in his head, and couldn't help but glared at Ying Yang: "You sell pork."

"Isn't that a bit far off?!" Ying Yang misinterpreted his meaning, and defended himself dissatisfied, "I have eight-pack abs at least, how can it look like pork?!"

"I mean... generally the butchers in the market don't like to wear clothes, and they didn't say you are fat." Cheng Mo couldn't laugh or cry, "And pork is also divided into fat and thin." He likes to eat - lean.

"That's not far off," Ying Yangxi boasted while throwing the tentatively shaped dough on the chopping board, "Have you ever seen such a handsome man selling meat?"

"The meat seller has to be handsome, otherwise no one will buy it." Cheng Mo made a funny joke with a rare pun.

"Fuck, you've failed your studies."

"That depends on who the master is."

"Haven't you heard of 'the master guides the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual'? I think you are very talented, and you don't need to teach as a teacher."

"Who said you are the master."

"Fuck? Who else do you want to learn from, huh?" Ying Yang lowered his head and looked at him dangerously, his dark eyes narrowed, and they were very close, "Who else do you want to be led in?!"

Cheng Mo didn't know what to think of, and his neck suddenly turned red. He concealedly grabbed the flour in the bag, rubbed it with water, and pursed his mouth without saying a word.

Sometimes Ying Yang likes to see him as a doormat, so he further declares: "You can only enter my Ying family's door in this life, don't even think about anything else."

These words sounded like he was a child bride in the old society, Cheng Mo suddenly felt ashamed and annoyed, holding back his strength to reprimand him: "Feudal dross..."

"I think it would be great to have three wives and four concubines." Ying Yang deliberately provoked him.

Cheng Mo really didn't like it. If the kitchen knife was lying in his hand, he might be kicked out of the house with a knife.

Fortunately, Ying Yang was still a little discerning, and quickly added: "A Cheng Xiaoqian, a rabbit boy, a silent teacher...you can still play with the temptation of uniforms."

"...I don't know who you are talking about." Cheng Mo denied everything.

"I haven't finished counting yet." Ying Yang continued without changing his expression.

Cheng Mo kneaded the dough without saying a word, he wanted to see what other flowers this man could come up with.

"And... the little wild cat?" Ying Yang asked tentatively.

Cheng Mo glared at him.

"Little daughter-in-law?"

Cheng Mo stared even harder.

"Little baby...?" Looking at Cheng Mo's slightly warmer but still cold eyes, Ying Yang raised his hand to pretend to compromise, "Big baby! Big baby, let's go."

"Ask me what I do, it has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't matter, they all have your shadow on them, they go around, I love you the most, and you will always be my first wife."

After listening, another voice suddenly sounded in Cheng Mo's mind——

"Brother Yang has found so many people, you are the most similar among those I have seen..."

It just happened to coincide with his joke.

The blush on his cheeks gradually faded, Cheng Mo spread the pressed dough cakes on the plate, and poked the air holes with a fork as if venting air.Due to excessive force, the tip slipped inadvertently, and the four uniform holes instantly turned into several twisted paths, a mess, just like his current state of mind.

"What's the matter?" Keenly aware that something was wrong with Cheng Mo, Ying Yang didn't bother him anymore, and asked with concern with a playful expression.

"...No." Cheng Mo pushed the plate back to him, "It's broken." It seemed that his sudden negative mood was only related to this.

Ying Yang peeled off the innocent piece of skin and kneaded it again, lowered his head and kneaded it in silence for a while, then suddenly said seriously: "I want to hear you tell the truth."

It seems that he knows that Cheng Mo has concealed many things from him, but he still sincerely hopes that he can be honest once in a while.

Cheng Mo had a delicate mind, plus he studied such a major, it was difficult not to hear the deep meaning in Ying Yang's words at this time.

After struggling for a long time, the fresh chicken chops he picked up casually had already been lying on the chopping board in pieces, broken into shapes far beyond expectations. Cheng Mo watched Ying Yang rescue them from his hands, and evenly paste them After reaching the dough, he asked cheekily, as if casually: "Um... have you ever been in love?"

Because of the original intention of drawing a clear line, he didn't want to ask Ying Yang's experiences over the years, but now that they have inevitably come to this point, and the last thing that shouldn't have happened has happened, he still can't help it Want to know more.

After all... this person is domineering in his heart, and he has been there for so many years.

How could he not care, it would be a lie to say that he was not curious.

Ying Yang looked at Cheng Mo unexpectedly, not understanding why he was entangled with this question again: "Didn't I tell you a few days ago? No."

"A few days ago... was different from today." Cheng Mo pointed out.

Ying Yang understood what he meant, he was sure that he remembered something.

But he didn't panic, he laid out the ingredients calmly, put the plate into the oven, and set the time: "If it's not the first love, no."

"You still have your first love?!" Cheng Mo's heart skipped a beat.

"Ah. It's the one who ran away on the eve of the wedding." Ying Yang's detour was so frightening, "You can only count as the sequel."

"..."

"There's nothing else. I can't stand any of them. Why do you want to make trouble for nothing?" As he spoke, Ying Yang began to wink at him indecently again, "Why, are you jealous? Hey, I found out that you are so aggressive. Intermittently, why not eat pizza at night and make dumplings instead?"

Cheng Mo ignored his joke and continued to ask: "That's not what we talked about."

Really jealous to the end.

"Ok?"

"Just, one-night stand, or something. Is there any?"

Ying Yang looked at him expressionlessly: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Mo shrunk his neck subconsciously, but still mustered up the courage to say——

"...I'm afraid of getting sick."

Ying Yang made him laugh angrily.

"You really look up to me."

After speaking paradoxically, he ignored Cheng Mo, opened a bottle of red wine by himself, poured it into a decanter to dry, and did not prepare any other snacks, as if he suddenly lost his appetite, and planned to serve the pizza after it was ready Serve directly on the table.

The cups, plates, knives and forks were still carefully placed, and the violet square placemat lined the light walnut dining table. There was also a silver candlestick next to it. Three pure white threaded long candles were still lit, shaking the beautiful flame.

In order to prevent Dandan from jumping on the table curiously and scurrying about, Ying Yang locked him in the yard alone without any explanation, so that he could entertain himself.

During this period, Cheng Mo ran back to the room to take a shower without disappointment.

He knew he shouldn't say that, he was afraid of getting sick or something, and he clearly disliked Ying Yang, as if he was questioning his feelings.He expected that Ying Yang would get angry at him, and if it was him, he would also make a fuss.

It's just that at the moment when that sentence came out of his mouth, he felt a trance-like pleasure.

As if you stimulated me, I want to let you have a similar taste.

If he was facing Ying Yang from the past, he would definitely not believe those lies that sow discord.But people are subject to change. After so many years of separation, who knows what he will become.

maybe……

Cheng Mo put his face under the shower and faced it for half a minute, until he couldn't hold his breath, then raised his head to wipe off the spray, and took a deep breath in the moist steam.

Taking the time to finish blowing his hair and coming out, Cheng Mo realized that the lights were not turned on outside, so he hesitated and moved to the dining table, originally thinking to help serve the dishes, but Ying Yang had already prepared everything, just waiting for him to sit down.

After pouring half a glass of red wine in front of him, Cheng Mo poked the glass: "Well, I can't drink so much."

"Take your time, you can always finish drinking."

The implication is that he must get rid of this glass of wine, there is nothing to say.

Cheng Mo said unwillingly, "I'll get drunk."

Ying Yang didn't ask him why there is still wine in the house since this is the case, he just shook the glass and said almost ruthlessly: "Then get drunk."

I also know that it was probably given to him by that cheap brother again. If he bought it himself, he would definitely not choose such an expensive grade. ChateauPichonLonguevilleBaron, the second level of the Medoc Classified Winery in 1855.It is clear that Cheng Mo can't drink, but he is willing to spend such a large amount of money.

If it wasn't for confirming that he wasn't threatening, and being reasonable, he should have been jealous for a while.

In the end, Cheng Mo was forced to drink one-third of the bottle of red wine, and Ying Yang "kindly" helped him solve the rest.

After eating a dinner for two full hours, the candles on the table burned out while Yiyi was weeping, and the pizza was also digested by them together.

Cheng Mo clutched his stomach and hiccupped blankly.

belch.

The gas that came out carried the smell of drunken wine, Cheng Mo blushed and was hugged by Ying Yang to lie on the sofa, and Dandan was finally pardoned to come in to accompany him shortly afterwards.

However, Cheng Mo unintentionally regarded it as a wine bottle stuffed by Ying Yang, and pushed its head softly: "I can't drink any more...really... hiccup."

"Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Eggy was wronged, angrily holding Cheng Mo and chewing on her fingers, leaving a few shallow holes on the tender white fingertips.

Only then did Cheng Mo wake up, and his scattered eyes gathered on the small face like a bun-like ball, and he lightly hugged it to his chest: "Uh... bally. Why... have you grown so much hair? ?”

Dandanxin said that I already have so many hairs!It is because you are used to touching others all day long that you will feel that the feel has changed!How disgusting, heartbreaker!

However, Cheng Mo hugged it tightly in the next second, kissed and licked it, and quickly calmed it down.

This is what Ying Yang saw when he came over after tidying up: two limp little cuties snoring together with their eyes closed, their soft bellies rising and falling one after another, very warm and harmonious.

Unfortunately, this does not mean that he can easily let go.

Who made him so narrow-minded and so vengeful.

He did not forget what Cheng Mo said earlier.

Think he is dirty, and suspect that he is sick, right? !

Snapped.

Ying Yang slapped Cheng Mo's buttocks loudly, but it didn't hurt much: "Wake up."

"Hmm...?" Cheng Mo was resting soundly, and was suddenly woken up by someone. Just as he was about to change his position and bury his face in his arms, the nerves in his head began to ache, "Hmm."

Ying Yang looked back to see Cheng Mo drunk.I have to say, the alcohol capacity is really bad.

She has a really good temper, and even after she's like this, she still lets others bully her softly, and doesn't take the opportunity to go crazy with alcohol or anything. If it was someone else, she would probably have gone to the house to expose the tiles.

Grabbing Dandan's paw to help Cheng Mo rub his temples for a while, Ying Yang suddenly remembered that he would kiss him again soon!He hurriedly took Eggy away, and awkwardly picked up the hem of his clothes and rubbed it for him.

Cheng Mo didn't know what he was busy with, but felt that his headache had eased, and he heard Eggy meowing from below.He muttered and raised his hand to hug Eggy into his arms, but unexpectedly he caught a warm arm, which fell so heavily that he was almost out of breath.

"Get up." Ying Yang refused to let him lie down, and pulled him up while talking.

The more you lie down, the more alcohol gets on your head.

After waking up, the situation was really better, Cheng Mo bowed his waist and squinted his eyes for a while, finally recognized Ying Yang, pointed at him dazedly and called: "Big villain."

……

Ying Yang took a deep breath, and Cheng Cheng silently squeezed out a creepy smile, patted his back and pointed to the coffee table below: "Go, open that drawer."

"doing what……"

"You'll know when you open it." Ying Yang clasped his arms around his chest in a domineering attitude.

Cheng Mo moved to the ground with great effort and opened the drawer.

Gudong.

A bottle of blue packaging rolled over, and there was also a smaller box of the same color, and the sundries that were originally placed in it were cleaned up and disappeared.

……

The author has something to say: I implore Brother Yang to take it easy, don’t let the old mother be immersed in the emotion of being afraid of children all the time. QAQ is still knitting scarves today, a few hundred words, just a short der, and I can probably finish knitting tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I am also very helpless QAQ will add up to nearly [-] pounds of big cakes, I hope you will have a good time! ! !