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Half an hour later, Feng Chi followed behind Ji Huan indifferently, looking at the person in front of him who could tell he was happy just by looking at his back, his mood became more and more complicated. Ji Huan perfectly explained to him what it means to push the nose on the face with practical actions.
After he pulled his face and said, 'Be yourself, I don't mind the trouble', Ji Huan was only stunned for two seconds, then changed his miserable and aggrieved expression, and asked him with bright eyes: "Then let's go to the supermarket to buy food?"
When a person who doesn't know how to cook opens his mouth and says he's going to buy vegetables, his purpose is obviously not pure. Feng Chi had just finished saying 'be yourself', if he suppressed it now, it would be a slap in the face for him. Moreover, seeing Ji Huan put away his depression and smiled again, Feng Chi was also a little bit reluctant to let him be unhappy.
Very strange psychology.
It is probably this kind of wonderful psychology that drives him to follow Ji Huan's buttocks, pushing a small cart.
Ji Huan walked through the snack area and went directly to the fresh and vegetable area. The behavior of not even looking at the snack area made Feng Chi feel a little shocked and puzzled. I used to want to get into the snack packaging bag, but now how can I go so directly? Feng Chi stood still in front of the shelf, looked at Ji Huan's back and pondered for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Which is better, cucumber-flavored potato chips or original-flavored potato chips?"
A sudden voice behind him made Ji Huan stop and turn around again. He looked at Feng Chi in confusion, surprised: "Do you like potato chips? I recommend the original flavor, but the blue package next to it is also delicious."
Feng Chi nodded, picked up a pack of original ones, and asked tentatively, "Can you get a pack for you?"
"No, I don't want to eat today."
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi silently put the original potato chips back on the shelf, and pushed the empty trolley to Ji Huan's side. Ji Huan glanced at him and became even more puzzled, "Don't you take it? The original flavor is really delicious."
Feng Chi: "Don't take it, I suddenly don't want to eat it."
Ji Huan said "oh" and didn't care, and continued to walk towards the fresh food area while pulling Feng Chi. There are plenty of fresh ingredients in the supermarket. Ji Huan bought shrimp and fish and waved them in front of Feng Chi with two bags. "Braised prawns in oil and boiled fish."
Feng Chi raised his eyelids slightly, and asked casually, "You do?"
Ji Huan put the two pockets into the trolley, held his face and gave Feng Chi a flattering smile, "I'll help you and learn by the way. That way I can do it myself next time."
Ji Huan still remembers how he swore at the beginning that he would cook for Feng Chi in exchange for permanent residency. He, Ji Huan, always keeps his word and keeps his word.
Faced with Ji Huan's flattery, Feng Chi just covered the other's face with his hands, pressed the other's face and listened to Ji Huan, "I can't breathe, let go!"
Escaping from Feng Chi's palm with difficulty, he pointed at Feng Chi's nose with staring eyes, but the big hand that hadn't opened his mouth covered it again.
Ji Huan: "..."
He raised his face and asked in a muffled voice, "Do you want to let go?"
"How about not letting go?"
"If you don't let go, I will zoom in."
"You come."
Feng Chi coldly said two words, with a look of indifference in his eyes. Ji Huan is probably best at cursing and swearing. But in a public place like a supermarket, as long as Ji Huan wants to show face, he can't do the above things. Because of this, Feng Chi was extremely calm at the moment.
He even retracted his hand in a particularly arrogant manner, pinching Ji Huan's face. Ji Huan pinched his face in a daze, and even his facial features were wrinkled together.
Just two seconds later, Feng Chi froze, and a blush quickly spread from the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. He withdrew his hand abruptly, staring at Ji Huan with deep eyes. Ji Huan stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, showing a bright smile, "I told you to make a big move, how about it, do you feel uncomfortable and want to wash your hands?"
It's not enough to feel uncomfortable all over, and it's not enough to wash your hands. But... Feng Chi felt that no matter how he put his hand suddenly, it was not right, as if a heat was about to spread from the palm, especially the spot licked by the tip of Ji Huan's tongue, it was as hot as if it had been burned.
Feng Chi's lips were pressed tighter and tighter, and his palms were quietly clenched into fists. Looking at Ji Huan's complacent look, he said coldly, "If someone presses your face, you just lick them?"
"I'll bite them." Ji joyfully said, "But since you are my boss and my landlord, I should be gentle with you."
Although in Ji Huan's opinion, gentleness is not a word. After all, Feng Chi is still a bit of a clean freak, and it's really uncomfortable to get someone's saliva on him.
However, what Ling Ji Huan never expected was—
The man in front of him suddenly pursed his lips with a smile that was not a smile, and the hand that had been hanging on the edge of his trousers suddenly moved forward again, pinching his chin. When Ji Huan's eyes widened, Feng Chi said in a low voice, "Stick out your tongue."
Ji Huan; "..."
The man's intuition told Ji Huan that Feng Chi must not be listened to at this time. He immediately pursed his lips and shook his head. Use actions to tell the other party: Don't think about it, I will never stick out my tongue!
The more Ji Huan looked at Feng Chi's expression, the more frightened he became. He covered his mouth and pulled Feng Chi's wrist down with one hand, as if he wanted to take the opportunity to escape from Feng Chi's hands. But Feng Chi was extremely tough, and Ji Huan could only let him pinch his fingers if he didn't loosen them.
"Isn't it a pleasure to lick me? Open your mouth."
Ji Huan shook his head like a rattle, and murmured with his mouth shut: "I don't."
Although he couldn't hear clearly, Feng Chi was not stupid. Just looking at Ji Huan's expression, he knew what the other party meant. He squinted his eyes and clicked his tongue softly, "You can only make trouble in front of me."
Just this mouth, still biting people.
Besides him, who can send it up for him to bite.
The two looked at each other with such a strange posture, which had already attracted the eyes of the surrounding people to cast their eyes. Several young girls covered their faces and almost passed out. Who would have thought that after visiting a supermarket, they would see such a sweet scene! Look at these two people, they abuse dogs like no one else!
Taking advantage of Feng Chi's letting go, Ji Huan immediately backed away, rubbed his face in his hands, and frowned, trying to say something, but when he noticed the girl with wide-eyed eyes and excited face, he was dumbfounded.
He blinked, and the girls blinked too. After staring at each other for a few seconds, the girl covered her face and smiled, "Don't be shy, we won't watch it!"
After speaking, I really left.
Ji Huan: "..."
He turned around, "What are they looking at?"
Feng Chi: "Look at you biting."
The two wandered around the supermarket for a while, but they ran into the girl from before at the cashier. The two girls kept smiling at Ji Huan, making him feel embarrassed, and quickly hid behind Feng Chi.
The smiles of the two girls grew brighter.
Feng Chi: "..." suddenly very upset.
After the two girls checked out and left, Feng Chi dragged the person behind him out with a calm tone, "Which one do you like?"
"Ah?" Ji Huan was in a daze.
Feng Chi took a deep breath and repeated: "I'm asking which one do you like, among the two girls."
Ji Huan immediately stared at him in disbelief, then stabbed him in the waist again, "What the hell? I paid for it."
Feng Chi turned his head, and the cashier looked at him with a smile on his face, "Sir, three hundred and seventy-two yuan."
Feng Chi silently took out the money to pay, glanced at Ji Huan who was carrying his pocket happily, and held his breath again. He raised his foot and walked out, taking great strides. Ji Huan didn't pay attention for a while, his mind was on tonight's menu. After walking for a while, he couldn't stop talking and wanted to babble, only to find that Feng Chi was standing in the distance and frowned at him.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, and looked at the length of the opponent's legs without hiding his eyes, and then looked at his own legs.
Forget it, go slowly.
In the end, Feng Chi couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and went back to him to take the pocket in his hand, grabbed Ji Huan's sweater and hat and carried him away. Once or twice, Ji Huan would make complaints about being uncomfortable being carried around like this. But after five, six, seven or eight times, not only did he not complain, but he also found a position so that he would be dragged away comfortably.
On the way home, Feng Chi turned a corner and went to the Demon Management Bureau. Ji Huan was a little surprised, "Didn't you just go home?"
The word 'go home' gave Feng Chi some relief.
Feeling better, Feng Chi looked at Ji Huan, feeling quite pleasing to the eye. He withdrew his gaze and said, "Go and talk to them first."
Ji Huan thought that Feng Chi probably wanted to talk about the victim, so he nodded and took out the chocolate that Song Shujing had stuffed for him from his pocket. It is strawberry-flavored white chocolate, not too greasy, but also has a sour taste, which is very delicious. Ji Huan stuffed a piece into his mouth, thought for a while, then took another piece and handed it to Feng Chi, "Open your mouth."
Feng Chi didn't like to eat these things, but his eyes flicked across those thin white fingers, and he opened his mouth in a strange way. In the next second, chocolate was fed in. He moved the tip of his tongue, pursed his lips, and put Ji Huan's index finger in his mouth.
Feng Chi: "..."
Ji Huan: "..."
The two stared at each other in silence, the horns in their ears continued to blare, and a few more curses rang out. As if he had finally come to his senses, Feng Chi quickly opened his mouth and glanced out of the window, where he caught a glimpse of a grumpy old man: "Will you look at the red light? Don't turn on even after the green light, you think you're still here Is it the traffic police?!"
Feng Chi pursed his lips expressionlessly and drove away from the intersection, his eyes were as dark as the night sky without wind and moon, just one glance made people feel a bit depressed. Ji Huan glanced at him twice, thinking that his face was dark because he was yelled at by the old man, in case the old man was in a bad mood and didn't even have dinner, he quickly comforted him in a low voice, "You may not be in a good mood today , don't worry about it."
Feng Chi glanced at him, "I don't care."
Ji Huan blinked, as if thinking of something, suddenly realized.
"My fingers are pretty clean, really." He stretched out his fingers and shook Feng Chi's side, "I'll lick you, you suck my fingers, it's evened out. Don't be angry."
Feng Chi: "...you better shut up."
He could hear the helplessness in Feng Chi's words, but Ji Huan didn't confront him. After all, Feng Chi was still driving, and he didn't want to disturb him. He obediently sat in his seat and took out another piece of chocolate.
At another intersection, the Maybach stopped slowly, and Feng Chi's eyes could hardly be restrained from looking at Ji Huan.
Watching him feed the chocolate into his mouth, with chocolate chips on his fingertips, he stretched out his soft tongue and licked his fingertips.
Feng Chi: "..."
It's going to kill me.