Pastel Colours

[Fan Wai·Part 1] Day36 cloth pocket, cloth pocket, cloth pocket, cloth pocket, cloth bag

One day in May, Songran and Bubu picked up a small wild cat.

Little wild cat is a rural raccoon, lying in ambush on Bubu's school road, hitting a porcelain at the right time. The little fluffy body rolled past the wheels of the bicycle, lying there and refusing to give way, Mimi cried out. Songran stopped the car and thought about it with Bobo for a while-thin, small, dirty and weak, looking like a stray cat that nobody wanted, why don't you pick it home?

The two bit their ears for a while, and it hit it off.

So, the little raccoon sitting in the bamboo basket, wandering into the Bishuiwanju, meowing beamingly along the way.

The 8012B's living room has extremely low air pressure and tension.

"Budoudou, look, this is the new little brother, please say hello to him!"

Songran held the little raccoon flower to Budoudou.

"Oh!"

Budoudou was used to being an only child and was pampered since he was a child. At this moment, he was so angry that he grinned at the little raccoon flower and stared at the little raccoon.

"Oh oh oh!"

Not to be outdone, the little raccoon flower blatantly challenged with only a fifth of Budoudou's size, stretched out his front paws, opened ten dagger-pointed hooks, and waved around in the air.

Bu Doudou trimmed his claws regularly, which was slightly inferior to the weapon, but couldn't beat it, so he had to walk away aggrieved and angrily.

Bubu understood: "Brother, they both have hatred!"

He rested his chin Songran: "Yeah."

Bubu asked, "But why? The kitten is obviously so cute."

Songran guessed: "Probably I'm not familiar with it yet. I think it will be better to raise it for a few days."

"Okay." Bubu touched the little raccoon flower, and gave it advice. "You are still young, and you can't beat Budoudou. You must hurry up and let it accept you."

Little raccoon didn't care, and she polished her claws secretly.

In the evening, He Zhiyuan came home from get off work and found that there was a cute new guest at home. He didn't mind having an extra cat. After confirming his intention to adopt to Bubu and Songran, he packed a small raccoon in a cage and went to a pet clinic near the community.

The French doctor smiled warmly and provided a series of comprehensive services such as bathing, deworming, health check, and so on. In the end, he issued a staggering bill, which established the value of the little raccoon.

Little raccoon got fluffy and clean hair, healthy skin and stomach, but lost ten nails that symbolized fighting power, and grievedly licked his claws in the cage.

After returning home, Budoudou observed that the other party had disarmed, immediately transformed into a lightning bolt, and rushed forward, scaring the little raccoon to hide under the sofa. Budoudou is so fat that he can't get in. He lay on the ground and pulled it in various positions for a long time, but he rushed up to the coffee table aggressively, like a city guard, staring at the edge of the sofa, as soon as he saw a small raccoon flower appearing. Shout and kill.

"Well, what name should I give it?"

After dinner, the family of three sat on the sofa to discuss the new name. Bubu embraces the little raccoon, and Songran embraces Budoudou. He Zhiyuan sits in the center of the town, acting as the Chu River and Han realm to prevent the fierce cat from breaking out.

Bubu insists on a principle: "It has to be the same as me, surname Bu!"

He Zhiyuan reminded him: "Baby, your last name is He."

"Yeah, my last name is He!" Bubu remembered his name submerged behind his nickname, and smiled embarrassedly, "Then what is it called, He Xiaohua? He Xiaomi? He Xiaomiao?"

"It's a cat, it's better to have a name similar to Budoudou, or..." Songran's inspiration flashed, "Budoudou?"

"Bubudai!" Bubu liked it so much, "Okay, it's called Budaibao!"

When it was too late, Budoudou keenly twisted his waist, rushed out of Songran's arms half of his body, and swung a paw at the little raccoon flower. He Zhiyuan did not change his face and intercepted in the air, stopping the evil sneak attack.

"Woo-!"

Miscellaneous cat, you don't deserve this name!

The cloth pockets spread their teeth and dance their claws.

Songran grabbed the furious Budoudou and asked He Zhiyuan's opinion: "Do you think this name sounds good?"

"It sounds good." He Zhiyuan smiled and nodded. "The names you choose are all nice."

As a result, the little raccoon got a new name: Budaibao, and at the same time he also got an unshakable enemy: Budoudou.

The cloth bag is really too small. The doctor said it was up to two months old, and it was malnourished and stunted. In contrast, Budoudou is five years old and weighs twelve catties. He can sit on Budoudou to death. The bag is clever and clever, can't beat it, can avoid it, walks along the root of the wall every day, watching from left to right to detect the enemy, when he is chased, he slips into the bottom of the sofa, so angry that the big hairy ball jumps repeatedly. Find comfort here.

"Meow meow meow!"

The **** bullied me, you brought it back, you are the master!

Songran saw it through at a glance: "Obviously you bullied others, I can see it in my eyes."

Budoudou failed to rescue the soldiers and couldn't drive away the bastard. He was very wronged, and huddled together on the sofa, even too lazy to eat the fragrant canned cat.

No one thought that after less than two months of such a life, Budaibao turned against the guest and began to bully Budoudou.

As we all know, puppet cats are mild in nature and weak in their stomachs. Although they are large in size, their attack power is not strong. The tabby cat, as a native hybrid, has the advantage of species, is agile and reacts quickly. It kills rats and birds in the wild with a single blow. The most important thing is that the gastrointestinal tolerance of the tabby cat is very strong, and it absorbs what it eats. It has been served deliciously and deliciously for two months. It has grown muscles and strengthened its bones, and then began to counterattack the cloth.

Late that night, when Songran and Mr. He entangled their lips and kissed from the bedroom to the living room, and were about to do something bad on the sofa, four green eyes flashed in the darkness, making Songran so scared. Soft.

Mr. He turned on the light, and the scene on the sofa was completely exposed-the cloth bag was pressed on the cloth dudou, and the neck hair of the cloth dudou was firmly gripped, while the cloth dudou was struggling desperately underneath, whispering.

"It, what are they... doing?"

Song Ran was stunned.

Mr. He said: "Probably the same as us."

"Oh." Songran leaned against Mr. He's chest shyly, "They are so shameless."

Mr. He: "..."

Refers to Sang Shuhuai, a bit powerful.

Of course, the so-called "like us" is just a joking statement. Considering that both Budaibao and Budoudou are male cats and the same sex, Mr. He and Songran did not define their behavior as "coitus", but as one. Kind of "fight" to grab territory.

Budoudou has no place to complain.

It looked at the two increasingly magnificent fur **** under the bag's tail, as well as the pink tints occasionally poking out its head to get a glimpse of the world, only feeling the chrysanthemum trembling. During this period of time, in order to cover the chrysanthemum, even if it is eating the delicious canned chicken, the warm sun, and being touched, it does not dare to raise its tail.

At night, it listened to the groaning groaning from the master bedroom, looked at a pair of dangerous green eyes in the corner, and felt the hair standing upright and the whole body cold.

The first time Mr. He and Songran decided to face up to the "fighting" of the two cats was in the third month of adopting Handbags.

The sun was bright and the temperature was right that day. Bubu was in the kindergarten. There were only two of them in the family. It was very suitable for an unscrupulous mandarin duck to have fun. The husband and the husband were fighting fiercely on the sofa, you up and down, wet and sweat dripping all over, pillows and blankets fell on the floor.

Songran opened his legs wide, and wrapped Mr. He's waist tightly, screaming waves and charming with the rhythm of the impact.

Just one step away from the climax, there was a scream in the living room. The cloth pockets rushed onto the sofa and sprinted along the back of the long sofa. The cloth bag was like a ghost that flashed after it. Two cats slammed into the corner one after the other, rolled the curtains "boom" and rolled into a ball.

Then, Song Ran was shot into a hot stream of heat.

"..."

Songran stiffened, and Mr. He also stiffened.

The two looked at each other for a long while, Song Ran's breathing gradually calmed down, and he stammered and said, "Uh... it's all the cat's fault, you... don't be stressed..."

"It's all my fault." Mr. He lowered his head and kissed him, "Baby, I will make up for you."

Shooting early means shooting early, and he never gives himself a reason.

He took a meaningful look at the two cats that were "fighting", picked up Song Ran sideways, and carried him into his small theater-absolutely quiet and absolutely undisturbed. So, Songran lay on the camellia-red cloth sofa, grabbed a pillow, and was "compensated" by Mr. He all afternoon. She was confused and sweated.

"It's all... it's the cat's fault..." He gasped faintly, looked at the condom used in the same place, choked up, "It could be over once..."

Early the next morning, the bag was taken to cut the eggs, and then came back with an Elizabethan ring-there were no eggs in the pocket, and no eggs in the bag, 8012B was finally flat.

The cloth bag lost ten claws first, and then two eggs. His eyes were so angry that he rushed on the sisal board to grind his claws to vent his anger. However, two full and lovely eggs would never come back.

Suddenly Budoudou hurt it.

As an eunuch, he understands this kind of suffering best.

In fact, the character of the cloth bag is not too annoying, and it even complements it a bit: one pen and one quiet, one fat and one thin, one expensive and the other cheap (this is the point), it's okay to chase and make trouble, life is still pretty happy.

So Budou walked over, lying next to the cloth bag, licking the fur with tongue and tongue, licking and comforting it: Don't be sad, buddy, I have experienced this unspeakable humiliation.

Budaibao lost his beloved egg, but when he was most sad, he received the comfort of his companions. It was like a cactus being plucked out of its spikes one by one, and instantly turned into a jade silk, and intimately licked Budoudou.

The relationship between the cats is no longer tit-for-tat, they have become good friends who lick and rub each other. They are in a group of days to comfortably bask in the sun, do not estrus, do not grab the site, and do not covet each other's chrysanthemums.

Bu Doudou finally dared to walk with his tail upright.

Cool!

The feelings between Budaibao and Budoudou have been advancing by leaps and bounds, becoming gluey and inseparable. However, when they were too crooked, the cat's first major test came.

The 8012A household head and his wife returned from Australia.

Songran got news from Aunt Ji half a month in advance, immediately packed up his belongings and moved all to 8012B. The two are too close. Mr. He carried ten boxes by himself, and he could handle it easily, without asking for help.

On the day the old couple came back, Songran sent the big hair dumplings back intact. The old couple saw that their windows were clean, the flowers and plants, and they saw that they had been carefully taken care of for six months. They enthusiastically expressed their gratitude to Songran, held him to chat for a while, and had to send him downstairs in person.

Songran scratched his scalp and whispered: "I...I don't have to go downstairs, I will live on the other side."

"what?"

The old couple did not understand.

Finally, He Zhiyuan came out, invited the couple to 8012B to sit down, and euphemistically recounted what happened in the past six months. The old couple are not pedantic people, they are very sensible. They feel that renting out a house inadvertently contributes to a marriage. They cheerfully congratulate them, making Songran particularly embarrassed.

After talking and going home, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a gray-white lightning flashing across my feet, went straight to the opposite side, and got stuck in the 8012B door.

The old couple looked at each other.

Songran hurried in, took out the cloth bag that was reluctant to leave, and explained: "It has been living with us in the past few months. I guess I'm used to it. I can’t adapt to changing places. It should be... just a few days away. Up."

As a result, that night, Budou went through the door cracks, bit the doorknob, and scratched the door all night.

The cloth bag was also meowing non-stop behind the door in a corridor, and the screams were sharp and stern, and even harassed Songran and Mr. He several times, and brought them to the door, which means "open the door to Laozi".

Early the next morning, Bubu was going to the kindergarten, and the old couple were going to buy groceries, and the two opened at the same time.

In an instant, Budoudou and Budaibao rushed out and rushed to the opposite door. The two cats saw each other halfway, but because they were too fast and the marble floor was too slippery, they didn't stop the car. They passed by gorgeously in the aisle and crashed into each other's door. Then he drifted and turned quickly, rushed back, and threw himself in the middle of the aisle.

Five people, ten eyes, collectively look silly.

They decided to take ten minutes to talk about the relationship between the two cats.

The old couple and He's family of three sat on the sofa, watching Budoudou and Budaibao bathed in the sun, hugging intimately while licking their fur without shame.

It seems that this cat can't keep it.

They looked at He Zhiyuan and Songran, and said in a married-daughter-like tone: “It’s not a problem to keep calling like this at night. Your family’s name is also called my family’s. Everyone can’t sleep well. Or, let them be together. Right."

Songran tentatively asked, "Then...is the cloth bag for us or the cloth bag for you?"

The old lady laughed: "Your kids are very cat lovers, so leave the cloth pockets to you. It just so happened that the VIP from the old Ji family gave birth to a litter. You know, you know, that's the one who introduced you to live here. Aunt Ji..."

Songran nodded quickly: "Know!"

"Her family gave birth to five or six VIPs. I will ask for one. From now on, my family will raise a dog. It happens to be an early exercise or a late exercise. I can take it out and take a stroll. Budoudou, I believe you can raise it, we come occasionally Take a look, it's easy to cut?"

"Thanks...thank you."

Songran looked at the two cats that looked like one another, and was moved.

In this way, Tsundere's easy-to-turned cloth bag was finally left in 8012B, and he stayed with his savage handsome man cloth bag. Perhaps because of a separation, the relationship between the two became even warmer, and even Songran didn't even notice it.

Songran made a cod duck liver cat rice with his own hands, and served a bowl for both of them. As soon as they were placed, the two fluffy heads came together and made a sweet lick of food.

Songran unzipped his apron and said to He Zhiyuan on the sofa, "If I didn't sterilize, I doubt that they can really do it."

"It's good now, Plato is in love." He Zhiyuan said lightly, "I hope they can be cats quietly from now on, and don't disturb our physical love anymore."

"Meat, physical love..." Song Ran glanced at He Zhiyuan, "Why are you so dirty?"

"It's not that I'm nasty, it's Plato can't satisfy you." He Zhiyuan shrugged and smiled, and stretched out his hand to Songran, "Come on, baby, nasty one."

Songran had broken thoughts in his mouth, but his body was very honest. He walked over and had an affectionate "dirty" with Mr. He on the sofa.

These days of shame and shame, probably will never lose head.

[Fan Wai·Second] Day327 Mr. Chipmunk, would you like to marry Mr. Gray Squirrel?

The 327th day I met He Zhiyuan was Songran's 24th birthday.

The zodiac has been rounded twice, returning to his birth year, and his first birthday with He Zhiyuan and Bubu, which can be regarded as a commemorative big day, and he should go out for a grand meal.

For this day, He Zhiyuan took Songran to Maoming South Road three months in advance to order a set of purely handmade suits, tailor-made, after several tries and modifications, the goods were successfully picked up on the eve of his birthday. On the day of delivery, Mr. He leaned against the counter, admiring the eulogy standing in the mirror, his eyes filled with a different kind of tenderness and eagerness.

Songran asked him anxiously: "Does it look good?"

He smiled: "It looks good."

It's really good-looking.

It is not easy to persuade Songran to wear a suit. This big boy is used to the simple style. His favorite match is a loose T-shirt and pants. Although Songran would look enviously at the whole row of suits with different fabrics, styles and colors when tidying up the cloakroom, when He Zhiyuan offered to take him to buy, he declined.

"I live at home every day, and there is no occasion to wear a suit, so don't waste money."

He said so.

Therefore, taking advantage of the rare opportunity for his birthday, He Zhiyuan visited a familiar tailor and ordered a three-piece suit for Songran.

Songran looked at her rejuvenated self in the mirror, with a sense of surprise.

The collar is crisp, the shoulder line is compliant, the back is flat without folds, the drape of the wool material is too good to find a flaw, and the armholes are also cut to the appropriate position, which gives him the greatest space for movement while maintaining the shape.

He repeatedly rubbed the cuffs of the snow-white shirt, feeling that he was like an expensive young master, and his temperament was not much inferior to Mr. He.

"I said I wanted to bring you here, you must refuse." He Zhiyuan walked up to him, stretched out his hand and stroked the straight collar, smiled and said, "When the weather gets warmer, let's make another summer outfit. Next You won’t be stunned, you know?"

His Songran was born a clothes rack, so he should make a few more sets, and change one set to another.

Even if he is at home, he only wears it to him.

On Songran's birthday, Bubu also put on a small suit, blew his bangs, and tied a small bow tie.

He took a picture of his left body in the mirror, then turned and took a picture of his right body. He felt handsome enough to fly, and asked his father if he could wear it to kindergarten tomorrow. He Zhiyuan and Songran smiled at each other, and at the same time replied: No.

Bubu was discouraged for a second, and went to complain to the cat.

Today, He Zhiyuan wore a fairly formal three-piece light gray suit. Songran chose a check wool tie of the same color and tied it with his own hands. During the process, He Zhiyuan kept looking at him with hot eyes, making him a little uncomfortable.

"Why do you want to make trouble again?"

Songran glared at him and tightened his bow tie hard, almost strangling Mr. He.

Mr. He coughed twice, loosened his tie, adjusted his position, and lowered his voice: "I'm thinking, tonight your clothes...can you leave it to me to take off?"

Songran is inexplicable: "Aren't you responsible for taking off every time?"

"I mean..." He Zhiyuan whispered over, "this time it will include coat, tie and vest."

"..."

Very good, playing suit play, more and more shameless.

Songran cursed shamelessly in his heart, but a flush appeared on his face, and he whispered: "Ok... Okay."

So, Mr. He’s fingertips slowly crossed Songran’s neck, unbuttoned the collar, lowered his head and sucked a hickey on his collarbone, then fastened it back and tied the tie, as if hiding an ambiguity. Agreement.

Dinner is booked in an old French restaurant located in a century-old concession building on the river bank. The old-style solid wood revolving door has a heavy push feeling, and the entrance hall is slightly narrow. It is not as spacious as the newly built buildings on the other side, but it has a unique taste.

The elevator goes straight to the twelfth floor. The entrance is a star-lit wine cabinet passage, a clean open kitchen, and then a dining area-not much space, only ten tables.

He Zhiyuan's set position is near the window, and he can look down at the colorful river view.

On the table were three cutlery, three menus, and a small porcelain bottle with a delicate and red rose in it.

The three people ordered the food in ten minutes. The waiter took the menu and served the soup, cold cuts, hot bread and butter. Buffou ate it by himself. They ate while watching the cruise ship on the river, the buildings on the opposite bank, and Uncles and aunts who are cooking in the kitchen.

"Actually, we...we have known each other for a long time." Songran said first, "It will be exactly one year since April 3rd of this year."

He Zhiyuan nodded, feeling quite emotional: "Time flies so fast, I didn't know you last year and today."

"You don't know me, but I already know you."

Song Ran smiled at him lightly.

He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and covered Songran's hand on the tabletop: "Let you wait a long time."

Songran shook his head: "It's okay, fate will come no matter if it comes early or late. Even if it doesn't come on the first day, it will come later on April 3rd."

"Yes, it will always come."

"However, sometimes I think about it. Look, you live right across me, but I have been looking for more than forty days, but I didn’t find you. Does it mean that our fate is a little bit worse? If you were a nanny that day She didn’t ask for leave, she took Bobu, maybe we don’t know each other now, and I have moved to another place..."

He Zhiyuan's brows sank, and he clenched his hands: "Song Ran, there is no such thing."

"Yes, yes, no!" Bubu eavesdropped, and quickly agreed, "I will knock on the door to borrow books, so that my brother will know me and know Baaba!"

"Well, it makes sense." Songran smiled relievedly, "Then let's stop talking about this, let's have a nice talk."

After chatting for a while, the main course was served. They exchanged food randomly. Bobo had to take a chance on each plate, **** away a little fish and shrimp, and then chew two bites of vegetable leaves symbolically to show that the rain and dew were covered, and the belly soon after eating. .

Halfway through the liquidation, during the intermission, Songran looked around with his jaw and found something very interesting.

"They are full of carnations on the table. Only our table is a rose." Songran happily took the rose out and took it before her eyes-the petals were moist and slightly curled, and the color was bright and fresh, as fresh as they just came from the flower garden. Cut it out, "Zhiyuan, are we lucky today, even the flowers are more beautiful than other tables?"

"Really, show me."

He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand calmly.

Songran handed him the flower, and was about to jokingly say "It's a real flower", when he was holding the rose, pushing the chair back and standing up.

What is this going to do?

Song Ran's smile froze, and suddenly looked very dazed.

Then, he watched He Zhiyuan walk in front of him, raised the rose, and knelt on one knee. In an instant, all the eyes of the restaurant, including guests, waiters and chefs, gathered here.

Song Ran was shocked, the muscles of his hands and feet were tight, and he could hardly move.

"He Zhiyuan, you...what are you doing? Get up and get up!" He was helpless and urged in a low voice. Seeing that He Zhiyuan didn't mean to get up, he had to ask Bobu for help in a panic, "Baby, let you Dad gets up."

"it is good!"

Boob jumped off the chair flexibly, and ran to He Zhiyuan in two or three steps, but did not ask him to get up, but magically took out a big pine cone from his trouser pocket: "Pull out, here you are!"

The father and son cooperated tacitly to complete a beautiful combination technique.

He Zhiyuan took the plump pine cone and handed it to Songran together with the red rose.

"Song Ran, Boob told me that "The Chipmunk's Dream" is the first story you told him. In the story, the chipmunk has been looking for the largest pine cone in the world. In the end, it was the gray squirrel who took his own He Zhiyuan raised his head, his eyes were affectionate and solemn, "Dear Mr. Chipmunk, now Mr. Gray Squirrel wants to give you his pine cone as your birthday present. May I ask, you Will you marry him?"

Song Ran stared at the pine cone in a daze, her lips pressed tightly, her eyes wet.

How can you be unwilling?

This is obviously...it is the biggest pine cone in the world.

The dining room was very quiet, no one made a fuss, the air flowed gently between them, waiting patiently for answers with He Zhiyuan.

"I, I am willing." Songran nodded vigorously, "Mr. Gray Squirrel, I am willing!"

"Yay!"

Bubu shouted and jumped three feet high happily. After landing, he clapped wildly with everyone, slapped his little hands with pain.

He Zhiyuan smiled relievedly, bit the rose stem with his mouth open, and opened the pine cone in his hand.

A ring lies quietly in the pine cone.

He put the rose aside, took out the ring, and said softly, "I will wear it for you, okay?"

Songran couldn't say a word.

He nodded, stretched out his hand, and watched the silver ring slowly pushed to the base of his fingers. Finally, tears could no longer stop, like falling rain, rolling down one after another.

On the night of his twenty-fourth birthday, Mr. Chipmunk, who had been wandering for a long time, married Mr. Gray Squirrel. He got the most intimate partner, the cutest child, the warmest home, and the largest pine cone in the world that he could never eat for a lifetime.

[Fanwai·Part 3] Day702 old customer demolished Mr. S’s wonton shop with his bare hands

Songran recently registered a Weibo account called "Mr. S's Wonton Shop", while PO daily food tutorials, while recording the loving interaction of two cats at home in the form of a comic.

Budaibao is a pastoral cat picked up, with a domineering personality. Budaidou is a purebred cat that was raised in 8012B, soft and arrogant. The two cats huddled together, the cloth bag was under the gram, and the stabilized cloth pockets, poking at the strange cute spots of many people, and the number of fans rose wildly.

In a certain daily update, Songran casually mentioned that the attributes of the male cat CP were very similar to "Me and Mr. H", and the comment area immediately exploded into brilliant fireworks.

Songran’s original intent was He Zhiyuan’s domineering and arrogant, but because he often praised his husband for making money, everyone perfectly grasped the point, thinking that his attribute is "local cat" and Mr. H's attribute is "famous cat" .

The native cat suppresses the name cat, and Mr. S suppresses Mr. H.

Under the wrong circumstances, Songran became a gentle culinary painter, while He Zhiyuan gained a classic image through netizens' brain supplements-a arrogant and boring man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold glasses. , The elite received.

It's very suitable for the kind that is opened up.

Songran laughed up to the sky at the comment, and made up one hundred thousand words in a small yellow text, and then he made a mistake, and started to update Mr. S and Mr. H's husband's love story. Mr. H in Tiaomanli has almost collected all the cute points of Tsundere: when he is pressed, he is upright, and when he is not pressed, he wants to be dissatisfied. He also clamors for an uprising every day to counterattack. Every time he is beaten by the tough Mr. S. Suppress by force.

Songran uses this as a spiritual victory method against He Zhiyuan-how many times he shoots in reality, Mr. H has to double back in Xiaohuangmanli.

The most widely circulated one is a close-up of a face. In the painting, Mr. H bites on the pillow towel, and the misty eyes under the gold wire glasses appear ascetic and seductive.

Can be called the best.

The popularity of "Mr. S's Wonton Shop" skyrocketed overnight, with a flood of followers, and the amount of reposts on each post was surprisingly high.

One day, Songran noticed a new fan-"a regular customer of Wonton Shop".

When he first saw this nickname, Songran was so scared that he almost emptied his Weibo, because these seven words He Zhiyuan had personally said on the bed. After observing for a while, he judged that this nickname had nothing to do with He Zhiyuan, and it should have been taken for his "Mr. S's Wonton Shop".

Because the other party is a diehard fan, no matter whether it is morning, noon, or late, as long as it is a Weibo sent by Songran, each one will comment and like it.

If it’s a recipe, change the pattern to praise the blogger for his good cooking; if it’s a male cat CP, change the pattern to praise the cat’s cuteness; if it’s Mr. S and Mr. H’s small comics, change the pattern to praise Mr. S for his thoughtfulness, Doting his wife, being mature, and **** is a rare good offense in a century.

The most important thing is that every Weibo of Songran, "the old customer of Wonton Shop" can quickly grab the sofa.

Without exception.

He Zhiyuan is so busy at work, how can he have time to scan Weibo to grab the sofa?

Moreover, 80% of this "wonton shop's old customer" is also a small favorite. He has a lot of research on the body position on the bed. He often pokes his praises privately and teaches him something that is said to be summed up after practicing with his own small attack and can let him He was urged to use Fang Yuxian's dying technique on Mr. H and promised that Mr. H would die.

Songran fully agreed, saying that he would repo after using it up.

In the evening, the wonton shop opened on time, but He Zhiyuan unexpectedly had a poor appetite and his performance was so poor that Songran was shocked. He was so excited that he couldn't burn it to the end, so he leaned to He Zhiyuan's ear and taught him the same bed skills he learned.

In the middle of the night, all the bones of Songran's body were torn down by He Zhiyuan.

It's so cool, so cool that I don't want to come again in my life.

He slept until the afternoon, clutching his swollen buttocks and got up to write a repo, boasting that he was amazing and let Mr. H flow into a river.

"The old customer of Wonton Shop" sent a fascinating smile and replied: It's a good life.

So Songran paid close attention to the other party, and exchanged technical details with him every day, passed it back to He Zhiyuan, and planted his unconscious response to Mr. H the next day.

As the days passed, Songran's articles became more and more violent.

About a month later, Songran began to feel something wrong-his 18-forbidden exchange with "the old customer of Wonton Shop" turned from a preview to a replay.

Specifically, if He Zhiyuan used a certain method to toss him the night before, then the next day, "the old customer of Wonton Shop" would just pass on this method to him.

For a week, every day, like a stern warning.

Moreover, the more miserable he draws Mr. H in the article, the more miserable he will be in reality. The wonton shop opened every night, and the cook was stabbed every day. Songran was exhausted and his legs were so soft that he could not get up.

He planted the seeds of doubt in his heart and began to observe He Zhiyuan carefully. The other party, as usual, should go to work, and should go to him. Occasionally, he told He Zhiyuan about a few well-known popular Weibo posts, and He Zhiyuan had a "really interesting" reaction.

It's not like it at all.

To be on the safe side, Songran took a risk and deliberately took advantage of He Zhiyuan in the living room to accompany Bubu building blocks, and sent a beautiful photo of Bubudou with his mobile phone in person.

Two seconds later, the sofa was snatched by "the old customer of Wonton Shop", and the reply was "Where did the cloth bag go today?"

The heart that Songran lifted finally fell to the ground, and continued to fight against the wind, creating the sweet daily life of Mr. S and Mr. H.

Until the first anniversary of the wedding, he issued a commemorative article about the romantic plot of Mr. H's proposal to Mr. S.

Unexpectedly, "the old customer of Wonton Shop" did not come to grab the sofa. He sent a private message to Songran, the content read: Anniversary, give you a chance to counterattack.

Songran saw this line of words, the nuclear bomb exploded in front of him, and a huge mushroom cloud rose up.

He sat stupidly in front of the computer for five minutes, ran to the study room with his feet pulled out, and opened the door in panic. He saw He Zhiyuan leaning against the window with his hands in his pockets, black shirt, gray vest, classic bow tie, and a flat light on the bridge of his nose. Gold wire glasses, look cold and abstinent.

It is exactly the same as Mr. H in his pen.

"You...yes, that's..."

Song Ran's lips and tongue knotted.

Mr. He turned his head to look at him and smiled deeply, "Yes, I am your regular customer."

Songran's face paled: "Is it too late for me to apologize now?"

"What do you mean?"

Mr. He walked over step by step, stopped in front of Songran, stretched out his hand to touch his face, the lens flashed: "I am not angry, I really want to give you a chance to counterattack. I have taught you so much before, tonight It’s time to accept the results."

Songran shook his head again and again: "You forgive me!"

"No." Mr. He lowered his head and pecked at Songran's lips, "I can't spare you."

That night, after they finished their wedding anniversary dinner, they went home to put Xiao Bobu to sleep, and rolled into bed with each other's arms. Mr. He held the frightened Xiao Songran in his hand and laughed at him: "This is the golden gun that Mr. S is proud of?"

Songran was extremely ashamed, sobbing, being pressed under him by Mr. He, thrusting and thrusting, shooting and shooting.

After the incident, he lay on the bedside, biting at the corner of the quilt depressed, puzzled: "It doesn't make sense, you didn't even have a computer by your side, how did you grab the sofa?"

"you guess."

Mr. He kissed the back of his neck and licked it all the way along the sweaty ridgeline, gradually deepening into his hips.

Songran smashed the pillow with tears: "You hacked my computer!"

"I never