Fu Sichen has a cold personality and only likes one person in particular. I only insist on liking Pei Zhen.
Because of the indifference, many things become dispensable.
For example, when it comes to eating seafood, he doesn't like peeling shrimps because it's very troublesome and a waste of time.
Things are different now.
The white Persian cat sat at the table, and from time to time peeled shrimp would be placed in his bowl. In this regard, he only needs to slurp one mouthful to eat it and he will be extremely happy.
Fu Sichen's fingers are slender and have well-defined joints.
A handsome person is handsome even if he does an inconspicuous thing.
Picking up the shrimp shell with his fingertips, the bright red made the skin whiter. Pei Zhen didn't have to turn his head to catch a bulge on his wrist in his peripheral vision.
Inexplicably sexy.
"Do you feel lonely when you are alone?" Fu Sichen placed another shrimp in front of the Persian cat and said in a low voice, "If you want to stay with me, I will take you to the studio tomorrow."
Pei Zhen: "..."
Just as the atmosphere eased and the mood calmed down a little, suddenly another huge wave started.
Why does this stinky man have to think that he likes him!
Even if you leave him alone in the hotel, he won't feel lonely!
Looking at Fu Sichen, I felt that this man was too gentle. Pei Zhen was so frightened that he got goosebumps unconsciously.
horrible.
Pei Zhen was so frightened that he took two steps back and almost fell off the chair again.
He thought again of the word "stinky boy" that Fu Sichen had said before, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, always feeling that something was wrong.
**
After dinner was finished, Pei Zhen was forced to take a bath.
Anyway, he couldn't fight now. Pei Zhen was unable to struggle. After drying the cat's hair, he wanted to go to sleep in the cat cage.
Fu Sichen refused.
As soon as he held the cat in his arms, Fu Sichen took the hotel mop and walked to the bed: "Fugitives must be strictly monitored."
Pei Zhen: "..."
Pei Zhen: "Hey! Let me go! Bastard! Who wants to sleep with you!"
It was humiliating enough to be forced to share the same bed unconsciously that night when we were drunk, but now it happened again!
Pei Zhen struggled so hard that Fu Sichen looked indifferent and pushed the cat on the bed domineeringly: "You are so unwilling to sleep on the bed?"
"Meow meow meow!" It's not that I don't want to sleep on the bed, it's that I don't want to sleep with you!
"You don't like me, but you like Xiao Nian more?" Fu Sichen now has many things to threaten, and he doesn't mention sterilization anymore. He was still thinking about Pei Zhen and Xiao Nian's departure, "Strictly speaking, Xiao Nian is also a thief. If he is a thief, he should enter the bureau and reflect."
To Fu Sichen's surprise, when he said this, the Persian cat in his hand immediately became quiet, but stared at him with a rather resentful look.
Fu Sichen looked amused, let go of his hand, and pinched the cat's ears rather frivolously: "Be good, wait for me."
“…”
The pinched ears felt faintly hot, and the heat was inexplicably transmitted to his face. Pei Zhen was so embarrassed that he really wanted to kick Fu Sichen to death!
What a pervert!
Fu Sichen, who had unintentionally teased Pei Zhen, turned around and walked to the bathroom. Pei Zhen stared at his back and cursed secretly for a while before diving into the quilt.
The quilt was too big and the cat's body was too small. After shaking for a long time, he finally climbed to the head of the bed. Pei Zhen raised his head and fell back to sleep, but his head hit something hard.
It's a book.
The self-cultivation of an actor in Waishu is that as soon as he opened it, the content almost scared Pei Zhen.
(End of chapter)