This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Zong Yuan walked over in his expectant gaze with a complicated expression, "Why are you here?"

Not only did his tone not surprise him, he looked at Fu Xin condescendingly.

The grandfather stood up and tried to beat Zong Yuan, "Student Xiao Fu is the guest I invited, how do you talk?"

Fu Xin looked at Zong Yuan aggrievedly, "You don't want to see me"

He sighed faintly, "Zong Yuan, I miss you so much."

Zong Yuan glanced at his grandfather subconsciously. This didn't sound right in his ears. However, his grandfather's expression was calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything. He looked at Zong Yuan and stared at him, "With Xiaoxin, play upstairs, Xiaoxin, let me put this painting book here first."

Fu Xin nodded, followed Zong Yuan's pace and went upstairs, and a few words of dialogue came vaguely, "Why didn't you reply?" "Lazy."

The grandfather sighed suddenly and called his wife, "I have come back for dinner tonight, and there is a guest at home."

Zong Yuan's room is simple and tidy. He closed the door, "Sit down."

There are many places to sit in the room. Fu Xin squeezed around Zong Yuan unceremoniously. His eyes were like licking an inch by inch depicting Zong Yuan’s five senses. Zong Yuan calmly ignored his gaze, "How come you come here? of"

Fu Xin, "Uncle Zong heard that I miss you very much, so he brought me here."

Zong Yuan snorted, and aroused a half-hearted smile, "Sao is right."

"No show," Fu Xin retorted seriously, walking around Zong Yuan with his fingers around the corner, "I'm chasing you."

"Too tender boy," Zong Yuan turned his head to look at him, looking up and down, "I want to chase me after a few words."

Fu Xin was suddenly shy, squeezed, stubbornly clutching the neckline of his clothes, his white neck was dyed thin red, "It's not that there is no other way."

Zong Yuan, "" Can't afford to offend.

Zong Yuan took out the letters sent by Fu Xin in his pocket and asked knowingly, "What do you want to say?"

Fu Xin's gentle eyes shifted from the envelope to Zong Yuan's face, "You know."

"No, I do not know."

He smirked and was extremely distressed, "There is no special love letter, tsk, I don't know how to reply if I want to reply."

Fu Xin's long eyelashes trembled, "Are you forcing me to say it again"

Zongyuan's temple was cold, "No"

"I want to be with you"

Fu Xin exhausted all his energy to say these words. He was so nervous, his eyes were fixed on Zong Yuan, and he gave him a premise, "answer me positively."

Zong Yuan was happy, "Why don't you say that you are facing me"

Fu Xin blushed and repeated, "Please, please answer me face-to-face"

Zong Yuan, "I think about it."

Fu Xin paused, only a few seconds of waiting made him suffer. He frowned, "Don't think about it."

He asked, "Did you think about me these days when you got home?"

Zong Yuan nodded.

Fu Xin's face is lighter, "If I kiss you, would you hate it?"

Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Just say you don't practice fake handles, it's better to try it yourself"

Fu Xin stiffened his hands and feet. He looked at Zong Yuan helplessly. Under Zong Yuan's gaze, he dyed a little bit of crimson. The whole person was hiding the budding shyness. He gently turned his head and touched it religiously. Touching Zong Yuan's tall nose, it seemed like a dragonfly, just having time to ask Dao Zong Yuan's breath that fascinated him, he retreated anxiously in the next second.

Without the slightest ambiguity, like a believer, waiting for the salvation of faith.

Zong Yuan looked at his expression, his heart moved, and honestly said, "Not bad."

Fu Xin's heartbeat gradually increased.

Zong Yuan looked a little bit distressed. He reached out his hand and felt Fu Xin's soft lips. There was some dry skin on Fu Xin's lips. Zong Yuan ghostly leaned forward, and Fu Xin's eyes widened.

The tip of the nose is facing the tip of the nose, and the breath is wrapped around the breath.

The air seemed to be on fire, and the two dry hearts were uncomfortable.

Zong Yuan laughed lowly, full of attacking voices, like a male pornographic anchor on the radio station in the middle of the night, Fu Xin trembled, "Do you think I want to kiss you?"

Breathing made the air thicker, and the damp and hot breath hovered on Fu Xin's face. His head was blank, only knowing that he looked at Zong Yuan blankly and nodded stupidly.

Zong Yuan laughed again. He cupped Fu Xin's face with both hands, squeezing the flesh on his face, as if to seduce, "That brother will satisfy you, OK?"

His lips are beautifully lined, like the most carefully drawn works of art students, and they are full of kissing charm. Zong Yuan seems to rub the corners of Fu Xin's mouth, causing a slight itching.

Fu Xin felt as if a kitten was tickling it. He wanted to move forward and press down the heart that was about to jump out of his chest. Zong Yuan saw what he was thinking and became even harder, "You don't want to kiss me "

Think about it

Fu Xin closed his eyes and was so fascinated that he leaned over gently.

Zong Yuan curled his lips and smiled.

"Zongyuan, give me down my cigarette"

Father Qi shouted angrily downstairs, "Asshole, do you think you got it"

The charming room was broken mercilessly, and Fu Xin stepped back in fright, staring at each other with Zong Yuan, dumbfounding.

Regret and sweetness are entangled in my heart, but it's a pity, it's almost that.

He thought about it, and saw Zong Yuan approaching him in one step, slowly bending down.

He firmly fixed Fu Xin's head, and kissed Fu Xin fiercely in his shocked eyes.

Only smoke and mint are left on the tip of the nose, which belongs to Zongyuan.

Some things need to be done by the leading party.

When your brother wants to kiss you, you just have to wait obediently, understand

The grandfather didn’t wait for a long time to respond. He suffocated his breath and went upstairs. Zongyuan’s door was ajar, "Is it going to be beaten?" He opened the door and saw Fu Xin running in with his head buried in red. bathroom.

Zongyuan stood in the room slowly, seeing his impatient look, "Old man, why don't you know how to knock on the door?"

Zongyuan’s weird feeling was distracted by Zongyuan, "Asshole, did you steal my cigarette?"

Zong Yuan lit a cigarette, "No."

What you smoke is my cigarette, you still say no

Fu Xin hid in the bathroom, listening to news outside.

In fact, he is now so confused that he can't even hear what he really means in his ears. He looks into the mirror, his image is reflected in it, his cheeks are red, his eyes are gleaming, and his spring heart is sprouting.

The grandmother was supposed to say goodbye to the sisters at night. Because of a call from the grandfather, she rushed back home before six o’clock. There was a little boy in the living room who didn’t know him. She should be the guest on the phone. Before I had time to say hello, I discovered that something was wrong. Zong Yuan and my grandfather were sitting far away, and the grandfather looked angry.

The mother said skillfully, "Whose quarrel is at fault"

She did not forget to say hello to Fu Xin, and she liked it at first sight, "Where is the cute little cute?"

Fu Xin was embarrassed to talk, Zong Yuan interjected lazily, "My daughter-in-law, your future daughter-in-law."

Fu Xin seemed to be hit by a bomb, feeling helpless and full of happiness.

The mother's eyes widened in surprise, "Girl"

Fu Xin, ""