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Ji Huan looked so pitiful. She curled up into a ball and said nothing, biting her fingers to hold back the throbbing pain, and had to hold on so hard that she didn't even dare to breathe too hard. This back and forth, without any accident, the eyes were suffocated red.
Feng Chi let go of his hand, and said with a half-smile: "A big man can do it, I didn't even hear the sound of breathing."
Ji Huan slapped him on the face, sniffled, and spoke in a nasal voice, "You did it on purpose, Feng Chi, you are an asshole."
Feng Chi held his hand, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingers. It was just a little red, but the tears did not fall. He flicked Ji Huan on the forehead, and said in a low voice: "Swear a few more words, have you thought about what to eat tonight?"
So Ji Huan obediently kept his mouth shut.
He has no money and can't order takeaway. He is also incapable of cooking dinner. So we can only rely on Fengchi. Ji Huan scolded Feng Chi in his heart, and finally showed Feng Chi a flattering and soft smile, "Feng Chi, you are the best, the best in the world, I love you."
He even compared his heart with a sausage-wrapped finger.
Feng Chi had an indescribable expression on his face. However, when he walked into the kitchen, his eyes fell on the fish fillets, and he could hardly help recalling Ji Huan's smile at that time in his mind. Pinching his brows, he lowered his eyes and started cooking.
Feng Chi cooks very quickly and skillfully. Although Ji Huan was injured, he still leaned on the door panel to watch him cook boiled fish and braised prawns. When the man lowered his eyes to pick the shrimp line, it was obviously a simple movement, but it was unexpectedly so that it made people feel the tranquility of time. Ji Huan blinked, wanting to help. However, when he thought of his frizzy temper and actions, he still put this immature thought back.
Ji Huan was watching seriously, but suddenly the doorbell rang behind him. He hurriedly shouted: "Feng Chi, someone is ringing the doorbell."
"Send something, you go and open the door."
Ji Huan heard the words and went to open the door obediently. Just as Feng Chi said, standing outside the door was a courier boy from the villa area. When he saw Ji Huan appearing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, took a step back and glanced at the house number, thinking that this was indeed Mr. Feng's house. But why did another face come out
Ji Huan noticed that his expression was a bit weird, and glanced back, just happened to be that Feng Chi walked to the living room with the plate, and the man said: "It's not wrong, just sign your name."
Seeing Feng Chi appearing, the courier brother handed the small box to Ji Huan without saying a word, and said, "This gentleman just sign your name on it."
Ji Huan signed his name and took the courier. However, when he handed over the courier to Feng Chi, the other party said: "I bought it for you, open it yourself."
"Did you buy something for me?" Ji Huan held the cardboard box and looked down at the delivery slip. There was no item marked on it. Without hesitation, he went to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife to unpack. Feng Chi's eyebrows twitched when he saw his movements. Without saying a word, he snatched the knife from his hand.
After quickly opening the small paper box outside, Feng Chi handed him the contents inside.
It's a mobile phone with a silver case. Ji Huan had seen the same style in Feng Chi's hands before.
Holding the phone, he felt a little excited. Feng Chi is really caring, he can even think of a mobile phone. Facing Shang Fengchi's gaze, Ji Huan thought for a long time before seriously saying: "Don't worry, I will definitely learn how to cook."
Because he bought Ji Huan a mobile phone, Ji Huan has to learn how to cook again to repay him.
Feng Chi's mouth twitched: "It's the best reward for you to stay quietly."
When Feng Chi said this, he didn't mean to look down on Ji Huan. Just thinking about what happened today, he deeply felt that what Ji Huan entered the kitchen challenged his psychological endurance. Once or twice is fine, but if the number is too many, I am afraid even he will have PTSD in the kitchen.
Ji Huan looked at Feng Chi for a long time, confirmed that the other party was not just talking, then his shoulders drooped, "You look down on me, I know."
Feng Chi: "I'm doing this for your own good. Play games when you have nothing to do, and I'll refill you money."
As long as you don't go into the kitchen.
Ji Huan: "..." I feel slighted, but... what's wrong with playing games
The dishes in the evening taste very good. The boiled fish is bright red, and the fish is sliced thinly, which is easy to taste. Pushing aside the pepper, Ji Huan picked up a piece of fish and put it in Feng Chi's bowl. Looking at Shang Feng Chi's suspicious gaze, he said seriously, "Eat, eat more. Then I played a game just now, you said Those who want to recharge, don’t forget.”
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi didn't bother to pay attention to Ji Huan's words, picked up the fish fillet and fed it into his mouth. The fish fillets are soft and tender, with a spicy chilli taste and a great taste. Feng Chi glanced at Ji Huan, the young man was engrossed in eating hard, probably the spicy taste was too strong, he was sweating profusely, he gasped for breath for a while, and went into the kitchen to find cold water for a drink. After dinner, Ji Huan lazily lay down on the sofa.
He ate a lot and was sweating again, so he just wanted to lie down and not move at all. Feng Chi tidied up the kitchen and put the cleaned dishes back into the cabinet. Then he walked into the living room. His eyes fell on Ji Huan, he reached out and touched Ji Huan's lips, "Swollen?"
Ji Huan licked his lips, "The boiled fish is so spicy, I wish I had a glass of iced Coke."
"Drinking Coke is bad for your health."
Ji Huan blinked and laughed, "Do you monsters also talk about human beings? Coke kills the spirit?"
Feng Chi: "...shut up."
Feng Chi was probably a little annoyed, his eyes flicked past Ji Huan, and then fell on the TV. The TV was turned on by Ji Huan, and he tuned the channel casually. At the moment, it was still playing modern dramas of bloody romance. However, Feng Chi took it very seriously. Ji Huan stretched his neck and glanced at his expression, as if he wanted to see if he was really watching TV seriously, or if he deliberately found a step down because he was annoyed by what he said.
Facts have proved that Ji Huan's thinking is not bad at all. Feng Chi was just embarrassed. When the man noticed that he was looking over, he immediately covered his eyes with his hands without saying a word. Ji Huan had figured out Feng Chi's action a long time ago. Covering his eyes as if to avoid embarrassment.
Deceive yourself! Deceive your ears and steal your bell!
Ji Huan pulled the handcuffs from his eyes, and comforted him with a smile: "You'll be fine if you drink a bottle, but you won't be able to kill too many."
Feng Chi looked at the sausage-like finger poking the back of his hand, raised his eyebrows, and let go before Ji Huan could use any force. He pushed Ji Huan's hand aside expressionlessly, stood up and looked down at him, "No more pain in your fingers? No coke, go take a shower and sleep."
Ji Huan was still holding on, didn't want to move at all, and even wanted to lie on the sofa and fall asleep directly: "Lie down a little longer, I'm so tired from eating."
"Get up, sweaty."
"You're the one covered in stinky sweat, so I don't stink." Ji Huan deliberately shook his loose pajamas, and the wind slammed into Feng Chi's head. However, the disgusted person did not back away, but the frown became tighter and tighter.
Ji Huan noticed his expression, hummed twice, and finally got up from the sofa. He really doesn't stink. He lived in a dormitory for a year when he was in college. In the summer, the boy in the next bed was covered in sweat. He couldn't smell anything except the laundry detergent on his clothes. The boy in the next bed was shocked by this for a long time.
After rolling his eyes for a while, Ji Huan suddenly jumped up and pinched the corner of his clothes to sweep over Feng Chi's face, and then ran away immediately. However, his speed was not as fast as Feng Chi's. The man stretched out his hand to hold down his butterfly bone and pressed him to his body. The playful Ji Huan was like a kitten pinched by the back of its neck, shrunk into a ball and dared not move at all.
"What, why?" He quietly glanced at himself and Feng Chi at the moment. When he jumped up, he happened to be held down by Feng Chi, and now it was as if he was being hugged by Feng Chi, with one leg sticking to the man's lower abdomen. The action is very strange, not straight at all.
Feng Chi didn't speak, Ji Huan quietly tiptoed off the sofa, and said in a low voice, "Let go. I'm sweaty all over, and you don't think it smells bad if you hold it."
Feng Chi swept across his feet lightly, held one of his ankles with his left hand to prevent him from kicking, and said calmly, "Didn't you say you don't stink? Let me feel it up close."
Ji Huan: "..."
He flinched again, trembling, "Then do you feel it now? You can put me down if you feel it. I'm going to take a shower."
Ji Huan never felt that his ankle temperature could be so high. Or it could be said that he had never noticed that Feng Chi's body temperature was so high.
The temperature rising from the ankle sticks to the skin inch by inch, flows into the blood vessels, and flows hot and hot with the blood, flowing through every part of the body, no corners are spared.
Just a few seconds seemed like half a lifetime had passed, and Ji Huan became more and more embarrassed. Fortunately, Feng Chi finally let go. However, before Ji Huan could react, he took Ji Huan's collar and walked to the bathroom, and pushed him into his room. He said: "There are no daily necessities in the bathroom of the guest room. You can wash it here first. I'll go Spread the quilt for you."
Ji Huan held the door panel with one hand, and rubbed his ankles with his bare feet, "I can make the bed myself. I can make the bed."
Feng Chi hummed casually, drove Ji Huan into the bathroom and went to the guest room. The quilt was dried by him today, and he spread it out with a corner. The quilt is soft and dry, exuding the smell of the sun. Feng Chi stared at the light-colored bed, then went to the storage room.
There is a small doll in the storage room, which was given by the store when I went to eat with the monsters from the Demon Management Bureau. Song Shujing and the monsters probably wanted to see a joke, so they threw the white lop-eared rabbit to him. In their words, this is called contrast cute.
The lop-eared rabbit was very clean, but Feng Chi wiped it symbolically and placed it on the pillow at the head of the bed.
After doing all this, he went back to the bedroom. Ji Huan was forced into it by him, and he didn't bring any clothes. As soon as Feng Chi walked to the bay window, he heard a click, and the bathroom door was opened. He looked back and saw a head sticking out of it. Ji Huan's hair was limp on his forehead, and his face was flushed from the hot water. He whispered, "I didn't take my clothes and shorts."
Feng Chi's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes followed the water drops on his forehead across his cheeks, and dripped on Ji Huan's collarbone. At that moment, Feng Chi suddenly felt dry mouth. He looked away, responded softly, and turned to get Ji Huan's pajamas.
Handing the pajamas and the unopened shorts to Ji Huan, he remembered something, and before Ji Huan retracted, he asked, "Are your fingers wet?"
Ji Huan stretched out his left hand subconsciously. The bedroom door was squeezed open even more, and the glaring white suddenly broke into Feng Chi's eyes, and he was caught off guard. Ji Huan himself didn't pay attention, and just stretched out his fingers for Feng Chi to take a look, "Aren't you wet? I won't wash my hair today. I'll wash it after my fingers get better."
Feng Chi glanced at him calmly, his Adam's apple rolled, and asked in a hoarse voice after a while: "Do you want me to wash it for you? Your finger won't heal tomorrow either."