Crying Bag Love Guide

Rogue!

Luo Shao's face instantly blushed, and he directly locked the screen of his phone, keeping his eyes still and his heart still.

Fei Yu, who was on the other side, didn't even supervise the work. He looked down at the screen and waited for Luo Luo's reply. As a result, he never heard back.

His face gradually became serious.

Since childhood, only others have waited for him to reply. Fei Yu, who has never waited for others to reply, never expected that one day he would wait for someone to reply to text messages with him.

At first, the deputy building next to him thought that he hadn't noticed Fei Yu's face, but when the air-conditioning on the man's body became heavier, he couldn't even ignore it. He couldn't help but whispered, "Director Fei, are you okay?"

Then I saw Fei Yu turning his head to look at him deeply, and said leisurely: "Why didn't he reply suddenly?"

Thanks to Fei Yu's abnormal reaction during this period, the deputy would not have to think about who he was talking about.

-Except for the screenwriter, he doesn't think about it at all.

So he recalled the chores between Luoluo and Fei Yu during this period, considering his tone of voice and said, "Director Fei, is your tone not gentle enough?"

Fei Yu answered very seriously: "I typed, but didn't speak."

The corner of his mouth twitched, to popularize science for the emotional and mentally retarded: "...Typing, there is also a tone."

Fei Yu: "."

Feeling expert Fu Jiancheng hesitated and said: "Would you like me to see?"

Fei Yu did not refuse, but raised his hand and handed him the phone.

The assistant director saw the above sentence at a glance. Fei Yu recently sent Luo Shao: "Hey, I will give you an interview."

Suddenly, his pupils quaked, and he almost choked to death by his saliva.

An old face can hardly be hung up anymore.

Fortunately, he and the young man didn’t have much generation gap. They took a deep breath and got used to it. With their lips shaken, they calmed down and began to help Fei Yu analyze, “Maybe, the editor prefers you to tell him what he likes. ."

Fei Yu thought about Fu Jiancheng and said nothing.

The assistant director continued: "For example, does he have any preferences? What does he like to watch and do? What does he like to do? Anything is fine."

Fei Yu listened to Fu Jiancheng's words, and began to recall in his mind the appearance of Luo Shao blushing, Luo Shao weeping wet, and Luo Shao's tight body being touched by him.

Silently covered the script between the legs.

Then he raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face, just to cover the action of licking his lips.

He wanted to stop the thoughts in his heart, but then he remembered that his hand had once touched Luo Luo's smooth and delicate skin, just by the stone bench in the bungalow compound not far from the crew.

Suddenly the reaction became more intense, and he could even hear the buzzing of blood in his ears.

For a while, he didn't even listen to what Fu Jiancheng said, and his head was full of Luo Shao's figure.

It wasn't until Fu Jiancheng had finished speaking that he was able to regain his senses. Thinking of others having spoken to him for a long time, he didn't listen to a word, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

But it calmed down soon.

Even when the deputy was finished speaking, he said, "I understand, thank you."

I don’t know that Fei Yu is guilty, and thought that Fei Yu was the assistant director who changed **** because of the post-editing and was flattered." Do what he likes and tell him more about what you did for him. Quarrels between young couples are normal, as long as they work hard to maintain it, it will pass quickly. "

This time Fei Yu nodded willingly: "Well, good."

He took back the thoughts he had just ran away, and carefully searched for things that Luo Meng liked in his mind.

Begin to plan seriously.

So the next day, Luo Luo just opened the door of his house and saw a car parked outside the door.

Luo Shao's eyes went white, almost not blinded by the color of the car.

The sun in May has begun to dazzle the eyes, and the skin of people baked at the temperature of summer is hot.

But the color of the car in front of me makes people feel anxious both physically and mentally.

Luo Shao looked at the sports car in front of him with difficulty, feeling that he might not be awake, otherwise, how could he...how could he see a luxury car of this color parked in front of his house.

Before he could react, the door in front of him was opened. Fei Yu pushed the car door and walked down, walked around the front of the car to the co-pilot's door, and personally helped him pull the car door.

Then he tilted his head at Luo Lao and motioned: "Get in the car."

The sound was low and magnetic, and the subwoofer shook people's ears numb.

Luo Shao: "..."

He looked at the cool handsome guy in front of him with his hair tied behind his head in black, then looked at Fei Yu behind... the pink Ferrari sports car, the expression on his face couldn't hold back.

The voice of speaking was a little trembling.

Luo Shao's eyes stuck to the body and couldn't move away: "Your car—"

Fei Yu answered steadily and calmly: "Isn't it good-looking just brushed?"

Luo Shao: "..."

This car Luo Shao has seen before, it is a limited edition of Ferrari, limited to 200 cars worldwide. The lines of the body are beautiful and smooth. It is a classic and well-known sports car brand. Needless to say, its design sense.

But Luo Shao clearly remembered that this car was dazzling black and red before.

Now that it has been painted with a layer of fresh pink-white car paint, the sense of luxury of the whole car has changed, and it looks...like a stepmother suddenly turned into a little princess.

His eyes hurt.

My heart hurts too.

—Distressed car.

Luo Shao didn't understand why Fei Yu made a good sports car like this.

He took a deep breath and didn't say it was not good-looking.

Because this car is so cool, even if it turns pink, it looks much better than other cars. And pink is his favorite color...

I just like a color, not necessarily a car of this color.

Luo Shao's gaze swept from the front to the rear of the car, and finally shook his head: "No, it looks pretty."

Fei Yu was satisfied instantly.

He knew that Luo Shao liked it.

Isn't Luo Shao favorite this kind of pink stuff? Seeing that he was looking at his sports car and couldn't look away, even if Luo Shao's face pretended to be calm and did not show it, he could feel the excitement in Luo Shao's heart.

Fei Yu's mood was very high for a while, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and the whole person's aura softened.

The voice was more tender: "Get in the car."

Luo Shao returned to his senses in an instant, remembering the current relationship between the two, waved his hand and refused with a stiff face.

Fei Yu raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Don't you like it, why don't you sit?"

He thought about Luo Meng's thin-skinned and blushing love, and immediately took another sentence: "Do you need me to hug you?"

"..."

Fei Yu thought about what Fu Jiancheng told him to him yesterday afternoon, the matters needing attention in love.

Then he added: "This car does not have a pink color. The pink paint is painted for you. If you like it, I will give it to you."

Luo Shao was taken aback for a moment, and instantly couldn't say anything that he had to refuse again.

He knew that Fei Yu's car was originally only black and red, but he didn't expect that the reason why he painted the car like this was for him? !

This cognition is not within Luo Shao's acceptance range.

When he heard Fei Yu say that he liked him before, he just felt that Fei Yu was on a whim, and he didn't believe that a character that he designed by himself and wouldn't be with anyone would really like him.

But now he can't figure it out again...

Luo Shao was a little dazed.

He can remember Fei Yu that he designed, but he loves cars like his life and likes to collect cars. Just like when he first came to this world, Fei Yu used a luxury car every day and never repeated the same.

And he doesn't like that kind of things the least, most of them are things that little girls like.

Such as pink.

The last time Fei Yu bought him a pink lunch box, Luo Shao could still regard it as a coincidence, but this time such a big car was painted with powder paint, and he couldn't even deceive him.

But Luo Shao didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only rub his feet slowly.

As a result, I saw Fei Yu strode in, pinched his armpits with both hands, directly hugged Luoluo's armpits and above his waist, as if he was holding a child, held him up in the air and stuffed it firmly. In the carriage.

Then he pulled up the safety belt and fastened it to Luo Luo carefully before closing the door vigorously.

Luo Shao remembered that when he first came to this world, Fei Yu once held him up like this, but his actions were not careful at all, and he could even be said to be rude.

He sat in the position of the co-pilot, clenching the seat belt with both hands. When he saw Fei Yu, he was no longer so fluctuating. For some reason, he suddenly thumped and jumped.

When Fei Yu got into the car from the other side and closed the door one at a time, the crash of the door and the frame caused Luo Shao's heart to jump and he sat up stiffly.

The interior space of the sports car is not very large. Fei Yu is tall and physique. When sitting in the car, it seems to be full of space. Luo Shao only felt the dry and hot breath of Fei Yu's body in his nose.

He reluctantly realized that he could not restrain the heat on his face.

He blamed this on the blush that would appear when he was with strangers, don't ignore Fei Yu at first, and look out the window with a sullen face.

Then I heard Fei Yu speak in a low voice: "You like dessert, don't you?"

Luo Shao wanted to nod, but immediately realized that he couldn't listen to Fei Yu so much, so he shook his head frantically.

He also turned to face the window, almost with his back to Fei Yu, completely unable to see the other party's expression at this time.

But I heard a sound of the paper bag being opened, and in the next second, I heard a light laugh from behind his ears: "Heh, little liar."

The heat of Fei Yu's words blew on his ears, and Luo Shao couldn't help but move his ears.

His ears were white and round, and it was tickling to watch. Fei Yu stared at Luo Shao's small head and ears with his back facing him. His eyes darkened gradually, but in the end he didn't say anything. He raised his hand and held the little cake he bought. To Luo Shao's body.

"Eat it."

Luo Shao didn't move.

He is breaking up with Fei Yu now!

Never eat anything from your ex!

Luo Shao thought firmly.

I found that the cake that was delivered to me was amazing.

The fresh creamy scent, and the taste of white chocolate can't wait to pierce his nose, smelling sweet and delicious, it makes people have no resistance.

Luo Shao closed his eyes, the peach blossom eyes that rose up with a natural light blush: "We have broken up, we still keep our distance-um!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a bite of cake slammed into his mouth.

The sweet and fragrant taste instantly filled the mouth, and the sweet smell made every cell in Luo Lao's body excited.

Fei Yu tilted his head and looked at him. His eyes were dark, small and white. When he looked at people with a cold face, he always had a stern look that others could not learn, but when his face was soft against Luo Shao and his face to face, there was more Unspeakable concentration.

"I'll talk after you eat it."