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The scene not long ago was repeated again. When Ji Huan was led by Feng Chi, he looked back from time to time and found that Dongchuan was still standing, but the man looked very puzzled, his left hand propped his right elbow, and his right hand touched his chin and frowned. Perhaps still thinking about why Ji Huan gave up such a good opportunity to cooperate with him.

It's almost puzzled.

Dongchuan raised his head and just met Ji Huan. He lowered his eyes and opened his mobile phone to search: What is the chance of countering other wives to kill his husband?

A search page: 100% and 0%, you see which one it belongs to.

Dongchuan raised his head again, and the distance in the distance had gradually become smaller. The tall and tall young man wrapped his shoulders around the boy. Under the dim light, the man occasionally lowered his head, and the teenager beside him raised his face to show a smile. The man seemed to smile too.

Dongchuan said in his heart: life is to face difficulties.

In the distance, Ji Huan was still thinking about Dong Chuan's rebellion against him. He pulled the corner of La Fengchi's clothes and twisted his eyebrows with a serious tone: "I look at the kind of people who will engage in other people. The one who killed my boyfriend? "

Ji Huan always thought he was a salted fish. Without great ideals, there is no great ambition and **.

Feng Chi listened to his complaint, and once again looked at the little guy's resentful expression, the corner of his mouth that had just been pressed was hooked uncontrollably again, his big hand rubbing gently on Ji Huan's head, The soft, short hair suddenly became messy. "It's said that his brain is not good, just ignore him."

Although this is true, Ji Huan still felt that his soft, throbbing heart was stabbed deeply and the wound bottomed out. He grabbed Feng Chi's hand and raised his head seriously: "I will eat a lot of skewers tonight."

"I will bake you as much as you want."

Feng Chi, who was very confident in Ji Huan's physical fitness, spoke very well.

Back at the grill, dozens of skewers were placed on the plate. Feng Chi picked up a bunch of roasted meat and tasted it. It was already cold. He twisted his eyebrows and suddenly looked around. The surrounding barbecue grills are very lively, a group of people are crowded together, no one put their eyes on them. He lowered his eyes lightly, a layer of light faintly floated on his hands, and those cold skewers suddenly began to sizzle with oil.

Feng Chi handed him the grilled skewers under Ji Huan's inexplicable gaze, his voice fluctuating, "eat it."

Ji Huan: "... Why didn't you use this trick in the beginning?"

Feng Chi raised his eyebrows: "The barbecue must look like a barbecue, otherwise what is the point of coming here?"

Ji Huan: "What about now?"

Feng Chi: "I want you to eat it quickly. You must be hungry after so long with a fool."

Ji Huan looked down at the skewer that was constantly emitting fragrance and couldn't help but sigh. Some people, even old virgins, do not prevent them from falling in love when they fall in love. This may be a talent, others can't envy.

Ji Huan sighed and fed a bunch to his mouth. The taste was really good, not burnt or raw, and the saltiness was just right, even the chili was sprinkled on that level. Ji Huan's eyes rolled round and rounded and smiled: "After we retire from the Demon Administration Bureau, how about opening a barbecue on the street? I am responsible for entertaining guests, you are responsible for baking!"

After thinking about it, Ji Huan felt it was not feasible.

Feng Chi is still a bit of a cleansing habit, so he was contaminated with smoke all day long, wearing a white shirt with abstinence to barbecue, let alone Feng Chi himself, even Ji Huan could not bear it. He shook his head, "Forget it, let's be salted fish at home."

Ji Huan has been sealing the ears of Chi Chi's ears, chattering like a sparrow and refusing to stop. Feng Chi was not bothered, he has always been a quiet person. But since he met Ji Huan, he quickly adapted to Ji Huan's lifestyle. Ji Huan likes to talk, like a small tuberculosis. He listens every day and only thinks that life is still quite interesting, from deserted to lively, and even makes people nostalgic.

Feng Chi was a little afraid to imagine what would happen if Ji Huan left him one day.

At the thought of this possibility, his eyebrows were deep, and even the air pressure around him was much lower. Ji Huan had skewers in his mouth and was still picking a new round of skewers for Feng Chi. The round of Feng Chi that I just cooked was his favorite, and this round should naturally pick what Feng Chi likes to eat. Ji Huan thought about it and secretly stuffed his favorite grilled squid into the skewers. Just about to hand the grilled skewers to Feng Chi, his bare skin seemed to feel a sudden coolness. He raised his head in confusion and looked at the dark sky, scratching his head in doubt.

The sky is very good, the stars hang high in the night, blinking, and no signs of cooling or rain can be seen.

"Why is it suddenly cold?" Ji Huan murmured softly and handed the grilled skewers to Feng Chi's hands. "Are you going to eat grilled squid? I'll get another one for you?"

Feng Chi condensed his eyes and smiled, "No, I will eat with you."

Ji Huan blinked and secretly pouted. My mouth said I was eating with you, and the ghost knew what it would become like eating and eating later. But he is not exclusive. Ji Huan hummed twice and heard a sneer from behind as soon as he handed it over.

Just taking Feng Chi's hand, a sudden cold hum made Ji Huan look back subconsciously. Just behind their barbecue grill, the middle-aged woman in a black dress and a shawl had a slightly slanted corner in her eyes, and there was a hint of sarcasm and disgust in her eyes. Noting that Ji Huan looked over, she turned her head and walked to the next door.

This man ...

Isn't it the middle-aged woman in the group of young people before? As if seeing him kissing Feng Chi, his expression was particularly disgusting.

Ji Huan pouted, turned back and squeezed to Feng Chi's side like a sticky man, and began to chatter. As a result, he didn't see Feng Chi's reaction for a long time. He raised his head and looked at it coldly. Feng Chi looked coldly at somewhere, his eyes cold like frost that had never been unsealed for thousands of years, just a glance Can frostbite people.

Ji Huan froze for a moment and quickly pulled Feng Chi's sleeve, "What do you think of her? Don't care about her."

"You don't have to be angry?"

"It's okay," Ji Huan said honestly. "The dog bit you, you can't bite back. What's more, if I fall in love with you, if it really hinders her eyes, it's her who is disgusting, not me."

He said, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood on his feet to make bad moves in Feng Chi's ears, "So, if you are not mad, we will kiss her next time we see her, and let her die in disgust! She is mad!"

Feng Chi was laughed at by him, "Yes, she will be angry next time."

Ji Huan patted his shoulder, thinking it was right. The place where he did n’t wear the book has promoted same-sex marriage, but in fact most people still cannot accept it, and some words are even more unpleasant. But no matter how ugly it is, what is the point of continuing to fall in love? Sooner or later.

Although Ji Huan and Feng Chi were few people, they remained until the end. Xiao He, who was next door, ran to see the bamboo stick in front of Ji Huan. He could n’t help but give a thumbs up. “I really did n’t expect you to look thin, so you can eat it . Won't you get fat? "

Ji Huan touched his belly, and he was also very surprised by this problem. Blinking innocently at Xiao He, he laughed aloud, "I can't get fat, and I can't help it."

Xiao He rolled his eyes.

Ji Huan was overwhelmed and tired while standing, leaning lazily and bonelessly into Feng Chi's arms, talking to Xiao He from time to time. The two are of similar age and can talk a lot. Xiao He recommended them several places for them to play tomorrow.

"It's not too early, let's go together?" Ji Huan asked.

Xiao He glanced at his watch. "My friend hasn't come back to the toilet. Let's go first."

As soon as the voice fell, a young man came behind him. The man lowered his head until he stood in front of Xiao He and so on, and raised his head slightly, "I'm back, let's go back quickly."

The voice is a bit dumb, and it sounds like crying.

Both Ji Huan and Xiao He froze. As a friend, Xiao He raised the young man's face without saying a word. The dim light did not cover the red eyes, and it was obviously crying.

"What's going on? Someone bullied you just now? Why does your face seem to have been beaten? Does it hurt?" Xiao He frowned, touching the young man's swollen face lightly. 'Sound, he quickly turned his head away.

"I'm fine, let's go."

"Why is it okay! You look at what you are, you are bullied and don't speak, are you a bun?" Xiao He was almost mad at the youth.

During the speech, Feng Chi suddenly said: "Have she been hit?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the firm meaning is vividly displayed. The moment Ji Huan heard Feng Chi's voice, he followed Feng Chi's gaze. At this look, the corner of the eye jumped.

Why is that middle-aged woman in a black skirt again?

Ji Huan pointed at the man, with a hint of weirdness in his expression and tone, "She hit?"

The young man's crying eyes revealed an accident, and he seemed to wonder how Feng Chi and Ji Huan would guess. He rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the woman who was approaching face with a provocative look, and could not help but pursed his lips. He has a shy personality, just like Xiao He said. Some things are wronged and wronged, but now Xiao He stares nervously at him, and even strangers who haven't met him are concerned.

The young man paused, and the grievances in his heart surged. He whispered the whole thing that had just happened, and he noticed the silent expressions of Ji Huan and others.

He also felt speechless. He just went to the toilet and met the woman when he came out. The woman pointed at him and criticized him for being nauseous and even liked the man. His temperament was gentle, and he was not very likely to scold others. At least he couldn't do the scolding of the woman like the woman. If he hadn't heard it, he just walked sideways.

Who knew the woman was scolding, and at the sight of his unresponsive appearance, he immediately grabbed his arm and slapped him on the face. When he was too embarrassed to react, the woman spoke again.

Xiao He: "Is this person having a bad brain? Forget it, call the police."

Ji Huan nodded, "Call the police."

He said, glancing at the crowd with his neck stretched out, the woman in black turned her back to them, unable to see clearly. But as soon as he walked up to face, Ji Huan could also see the complacentness of the other person's eyes.

Ji Huan pouted and muttered in a low voice, "This person is really wrong."

"Angry?" Feng Chi squeezed his face, pressed him into his arms, and said softly: "Don't worry, some people will not be too good."

"You mean—" Ji Huan blinked, and there was a little bit of interest on his face. He quickly leaned over and affixed it to the man's ear and asked, "What's wrong? Do you talk to me quietly?"

Feng Chi rubbed his head, his eyes were all smiling, "If I tell you, is there any reward?"

"What reward do you want?"

"Take a shower together tonight?"

Ji Huan: "... It's not unwashed."

The two people huddled together and whispered together, and it didn't take long for Xiao He to put down the phone, and to meet the eyes of several people, he said: "We'll go to the lobby and wait."

There is some distance from the town here. The police did not come fast. Ji Huan was tired and kept leaning in Feng Chi's arms. The little head was a little, and from time to time, he suddenly woke up and stretched his neck to look at the door-no one came.

He retracted again, holding Feng Chi's neck and continuing to sleep.

Xiao He and the youth looked funny, and the unpleasantness in his heart gradually disappeared with the passage of time. Xiao He whispered to Feng Chi: "Mr. Feng, why don't you take Ji Huan upstairs to rest, it's not too early . "

Feng Chi did not reject the good intentions of the two.

Came to the room and turned on the light. Feng Chi held Ji Huan's waist in one hand and unbuttoned his shirt in one hand to reveal a large white collarbone and chest. He went straight to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, his long fingers fell on Ji Huan's clothes, and slowly undressed.

Ji Huan was awakened by the rubbing fingers, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the door of the resort was gone, replaced by porcelain-white walls and showers. He blinked in confusion, suddenly awake as he froze.

Supporting Feng Chi's shoulders and showing his head, his thoughts were a little messy, "Why am I in the bathroom?"

Feng Chi raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "Isn't he talking about taking a shower together?"

"No, don't you wait for the police to come first?" Ji Huan said suddenly realized what was happening. "And you didn't tell me how bad the woman will be!"

Ji Huan finally discovered the problem.

But even so, the clothes had been taken off, and Feng Chi did not intend to give him a chance to escape. His voice was dumb, and he whispered in Ji Huan's ear: "Heaven can't be revealed, you will know tomorrow."

Ji Huan was almost smirked by him, couldn't help raising his legs and kicking him, "Why do you always lie to me!"

That foot was kicked on Feng Chi's shoulder. He didn't kick the person, but Feng Chi held his ankle first. Ji Huan's legs and wrists are extremely thin, and it is effortless to hold in one hand. Feng Chi condensed his eyes and pulled the man closer to his arms. His delicate skin came into contact with his soaked shirt, and gently rubbed Ji Huan's eyes.

The fine muffled hum quickly filled the bathroom. Ji Huan lay prostrately on the man's shoulder and gasped carefully. It took a while to recover some strength, and Feng Feng's big hand was carefully washed several times under the water.

The slightly frowned look of Feng Chi was a bit funny, "I don't dislike it, what do you dislike?"

Ji Huan's ears were quietly red.

This has nothing to do with whether he dislikes it or not, the key is that he feels embarrassed.

Thinking about it, some ambiguous and hazy pictures suddenly played in my mind, Ji Huan stunned, throwing Feng Chi's hand, "Forget it, you wash it yourself, I wash it."

Seeing Ji Huan going to run, Feng Chi pressed the man into his arms without hesitation, and asked him hoarsely, "Aren't you helping me?"