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Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Fan Xing hadn't gone back for more than 20 days, and judging from He Qingmo's side reaction during this time, it seemed that the man hadn't eaten at home much at night.
So before returning home at night, he deliberately went to the supermarket to buy fresh ingredients. After returning home, he went into the kitchen to work. At eight o'clock, a sumptuous dinner was ready.
After He Qingmo came back, he entered the study and never came out. He probably had a job. When Fan Xing ran up to knock on the door, the man pinched his eyebrows and walked out a little tired.
"Brother is tired?" Fan Xing asked with concern.
"It's a little bit. The meeting with a client was rejected in the afternoon. The old man is a bit difficult. Let's go and have dinner." He Qingmo took him downstairs.
"Because of the afternoon lecture? Do you have to go to that lecture?" Fan Xing asked.
The man looked back at him, "If I don't go, you're still crowding the subway right now."
He said it as if he was there specially to pick up Fan Xing home.
Fan Xing was stunned, and wrinkled his nose to retort: "That's not it, brother, you are here to scare me!"
He Qingmo looked surprised, "Is it discovered by you?"
There is absolutely no embarrassment and shame when the prank is not discovered.
Fan Xing laughed. He knew that He Qingmo had a very childish side, but he didn't expect that the other party would push his work to tease him, and he would have to work overtime when he got home.
I did my best to make him play.
So during dinner, Fan Xing was also very considerate and kept helping him with dishes.
He Qingmo seems to really like eating the food he cooks. Although he looks elegant, he eats a lot.
Fan Xing made a lot of food, and he actually ate all of it.
After eating, He Qingmo went to the study again. After Fan Xing cleaned up the kitchen, he checked the ingredients in the refrigerator that he had prepared for He Qingmo before, and found that most of them were eaten.
It seems that this man still eats breakfast seriously, Fan Xing thought happily, then glanced at the time, after nine o'clock, he planned to prepare breakfast for tomorrow.
He Qingmo likes tofu brains for breakfast, so he first found some soybeans to soak them in, and then washed and cut the ingredients that would be used tomorrow morning for later use.
After everything was almost ready, he was also a little tired, and the sequelae of the military training had not completely disappeared.
So didn't find anything to do. went upstairs to take a bath, changed into clean pajamas and climbed into bed, ready to sleep comfortably.
Suddenly thinking of something, he sat up, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, opened WeChat, pulled out He Qingmo, and transferred 5,000 yuan.
Looking at the words "Transfer Successful", he couldn't help showing a comfortable smile.
The feeling of being in debt is not good. Although He Qingmo wouldn't really ask him, he always felt something in his heart.
Fortunately, the popularity of the cooking video he posted on the Internet was unexpectedly good. Within a month, the number of views and fans had risen to a considerable number.
Although there are some strange reasons for those fans to follow him, some are because of his voice, some are because of his hands, and some are even because his Chinese is not standard.
But no matter what, these people brought him benefits, and some restaurants asked him to do promotions, and the cost was not much or not, just 5,000 yuan, enough to pay off the bill!
"What about the interest?"
Just when he was happy to pay off his debts, the door opened, and a man walked in, raised his phone, and looked at him with a half-smile.
Obviously the money has been received, but the interest has not yet.
Fan Xing scratched his hair embarrassedly, "I only have five thousand, can the interest be slowed down?"
"Not good!" The man's attitude was firm and completely ruthless.
Oh, it really is a pit! Fan Xing thought helplessly, but he could only jump down: "What about big brother?"
"Kiss!"
ah?
Fan Xing couldn't help but stare at the man with wide eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating, but he was facing the man's teasing eyes. points, a little overwhelmed for a while.
"If it's so embarrassing, forget it!" The man's voice sounded again, cool, as if revealing a trace of disappointment.
Fan Xing felt a little reluctant for some reason, so he couldn't help but look up at the man and said softly, "No, no embarrassment."
The man didn't speak, just stood by the bed and looked at him, his eyes were very deep, like the sea in the middle of the night.
Fan Xing bit his lip lightly, plucked up his courage and moved to the side of the bed, knelt on the bed, carefully put his hands on the man's shoulders, and approached the man slowly and nervously.
The tension made Fan Xing's senses particularly sensitive, the man's breath lingered in his nostrils, and his face was hot from embarrassment.
He was afraid that he would retreat halfway because he was too nervous, so he closed his eyes and put his lips on the man's lips.
Then quickly separated, lowered his head, his voice was even lower than that of a mosquito, "Is that all right?"
The man was surprised, "Who asked you to kiss? How did you pay me for the first kiss?"
Fan Xing looked up at the man in surprise, her pink face blushed like a tomato, her clear eyes were full of doubts, she opened her mouth, and her voice had no confidence, "Me too, is it a balance?"
The man resisted the urge to put someone on the bed, and said with a cold face, "It doesn't count!"
"Then what should we do?" Fan Xing asked cautiously.
"Let me kiss it back!" The man lowered his head and leaned forward.
Fan Xing instinctively closed his eyes, his hands resting on the man's shoulders couldn't help grasping, the thick eyelashes trembled slightly because of the tension, and Fen Ying's lips pursed unconsciously.
The man's heavy inhalation was close at hand, and he could almost feel that the man's lips were only an inch away from his, but they didn't fall down for a long time.
"I've lost weight." The man said suddenly, his voice hoarse.
Fan Xing's eyelashes trembled slightly and opened his eyes, looking at the man in confusion.
"It's dark," the man said again, his fingertips moving from his thin chin to his cheek.
Only then did Fan Xing realize what he was talking about. He opened his mouth to explain, but the man said again, "Ugly! I can't kiss!"
Then he released him, turned around and went into the bathroom.
Fan Xing opened his mouth wide and came back to his senses after a while. Then he silently turned to lie down, wrapped himself in the quilt, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Three seconds later, in frustration, he grabbed the quilt and suffocated his head. Three minutes later, he couldn't breathe, and he lifted the quilt. The blush on his face did not subside, but got worse.
He rolled around on the irritable bed, wanting to slap himself in annoyance.
Why did He Qingmo say kiss, but he felt so self-conscious that he kissed on the mouth? Made it as if he was trying to take advantage.
Really no, he is just too nervous, his brain is not enough!
Also, that man was clearly lying to him, how could he still have his first kiss after having so many boyfriends? Liar!
Said he was ugly!
Fan Xing sat up again, picked up the phone and turned on the camera to face his face.
Thin is a little thinner, with a pointed chin. It is indeed a little dark, and it is impossible to bask in the sun every day.
But not ugly, right?
At this moment, the bathroom door opened and the man came out.
Fan Xing glared at him angrily, dropped his phone, turned over to sleep, and turned his back to the man.
He Qingmo couldn't help laughing, "Yo, have you been hit?"
Fan Xing wrapped the quilt and ignored him.
The man went directly to the bed, and the man pulled him from the edge of the bed into his arms, and turned off the light.
Fan Xing struggled to break free from him, but he heard a man's voice coming from above his head, "I'll kiss you back if you mess around. Anyway, I can't see it now, and I don't mind if it's ugly."
The awkward child instantly became obedient, and his body was stiff and motionless.
The man smiled lightly, rubbed his hair, and said with a soft smile, "Okay, let's play with you, Fan Xing is the best kid. Go to sleep!"
In the darkness, the corners of the boy's mouth finally couldn't help but rise slightly, rubbed in the man's arms, and fell asleep.