This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Zong Yuan, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, fears two things most in life. One is a mathematical problem with arithmetic, and the other is

Zong Yuan's complexion was stiff, he and Fu Xin kept a distance of at least three meters, his scalp was numb, and his goose bumps were about to stand up, "Stay away from me."

Fu Xin caught the fish in one hand and looked at him blankly, "What's wrong?"

Zong Yuan couldn't maintain his image even with the fish he was holding. It was sticky, slippery, and dense with scales. He hit a joke, "Don't touch this thing." ,threw"

Fu Xin obediently threw the fish into the water. As soon as this crucian carp, about 20 centimeters in size, entered the water, its tail swayed. The gills of the fish trembled. Zong Yuan's legs were stiff in place. He looked at the sky without looking at the front tank. A school of fish swimming around.

Fu Xin frowned, worried, "You are afraid of fish"

Zong Yuan sneered, "How is it possible?"

He said that was the case, and his momentum was full, but his expression showed flaws.

Fu Xin smiled unconsciously. He wiped his hands and was going to La Zongyuan to walk out of this aquatic product stall, but Zongyuan subconsciously hid in it.

The corners of Fu Xin's mouth pressed downward, and the hand that was still in the air slowly retracted, "What's wrong?"

Zong Yuan disliked, "You still have a fishy smell on your hands."

Fu Xin couldn't say whether he was relieved or sighed. He asked the fish seller to borrow water and soap to make sure that there was no smell on his hands before he walked to Zongyuan's side. Zongyuan frowned and let Fu Xin spread his hands flat. , Bend down and smell like scientific data.

The tip of his nose touched Fu Xin's hands, and Fu Xin looked down at him, feeling itchy palms.

Zong Yuan stood upright satisfied and nodded, "Very good."

Fu Xin tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Let's go further."

Zong Yuan waited to get out of the damp area before relaxing. His face was dark and he threatened Fu Xin first, "Don't say anything."

"Well," Fu Xin nodded obediently.

Zong Yuan coughed and became guilty again, "Buy whatever you want, and buy it boldly."

Fu Xin looked at him, "What do you like to eat"

"What I like to eat is what you like to eat," Zong Yuan said, opening his mouth, "After all, we have a clear heart."

Fu Xin's cheeks were slightly red, and he hurriedly said, "You are waiting for me here."

Zong Yuan followed him with his long legs, "Together."

It was already dark at this meeting, and Zong Yuan and Fu Xin rushed to the place where Zong Yuan stopped motorcycles, carrying a bag of ingredients and snacks.

Zong Yuan called for a rental and took two big bags of things to the driver to take them downstairs to the apartment, paying Xin, "I can get them."

"Forget it," Zong Yuan said, "the first time you ride in my car, you want to have no sense of beauty."

Fu Xin silently closed his mouth.

Zong Yuan put the helmet on Fu Xin's head, "wear it."

Fu Xin took off the helmet. The wind is not strong now. It is hard to guarantee that the wind will not be strong for a while. He stubbornly looked at Zong Yuan, "You wear it."

"Tsk," Zong Yuan sighed, took it, straddled his long legs, and easily sat on the motorcycle. He patted the front position, "Come, sit here, face me, and bury my head in my arms. in."

It was just a little distance in front, facing him, and then buried in his arms.

Fu Xin climbed into the back seat.

Zong Yuan looked at him sideways, with a neat outline and a high nose, he hummed softly, "Such."

Fu Xin pretended not to hear.

Zong Yuan drove steadily to the gate of the community and took two bags of ingredients from the guard room. When he arrived at the apartment, it was completely dark.

Fu Xin moved the ingredients neatly, Zong Yuan was eager to try, "What do I want to do"

Fu Xin thought for a while, "" I really can't figure it out.

He said embarrassedly, "You washed the dishes"

Zong Yuan nodded solemnly, and poured the vegetables into the water like a major event that threatened the fate of the country, and began to rub, rubbing like a bath.

Fu Xin has been a typical example of raising himself since he was a child. Hard dishes have no conditions to learn and practice. Home-cooked dishes are trivial things, and he can also make some special fried pork.

Zongyuan’s kitchen is new and terribly new, with complete facilities. Fu Xin boils soup here and stir-fry vegetables over there, back and forth, the whole kitchen is slowly filled with the tempting smell of rice, and there is a crackling sound of deep frying.

Zong Yuan leaned against the kitchen door and squinted at Fu Xin's busy back. 0046 drooled, "It smells so good."

"Go ahead," Zong Yuan said, "Don't bother me to observe Fu Xin."

Collecting the juice, sprinkling fresh green onion, Fu Xin served the last dish, Zong Yuan took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard and sighed, "I haven't eaten at home for a long time."

Three dishes and one soup, hot and sour potato shreds, hot pepper fried pork slices, Kung Pao chicken, tomato and egg soup.

Fu Xin watched Zong Yuan take the first bite nervously. Zong Yuan nodded and said with certainty, "It's delicious."

Fu Xin breathed a sigh of relief, took a mouthful of rice, and just ate the rice, feeling it was the happiest meal I had eaten recently.

He glanced at Zong Yuan, the corners of Zong Yuan's mouth curled up, obviously very happy.

His mood is more cheerful.

After dinner, Zongyuan took Fu Xin to the guest room, next to the master bedroom, he took a new set of pajamas, "Wear this after the shower, um, maybe a bit bigger," he made a bad idea, "to No, you just wear a shirt"

Fu Xin glanced at the pajamas that Zong Yuan was holding, hesitated for two or three seconds, nodded, "Okay, okay."

You **** thinking seriously

It was Zong Yuan's turn to feel uncomfortable. He felt abducting an ignorant boy, "wear well to avoid catching a cold."

Fu Xin took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom, which was clean and bright, and there was a bathtub that had never been used before.

The slippers he was wearing were at least two or three centimeters larger than his feet. Fu Xin opened the shower and smiled slowly in the mist.

He Xiuxiu received a phone call from a gangster when she was going to bed, she answered with a smile, "Brother Sun, the lesson is over"

The other side touched the thin and thin knife marks on his face, and shuddered, "No, no, no lesson, he walked with another man named Zong Yuan. We didn't go there."

He Xiuxiu hung up the phone with a cold face, her expression distorted.

It used to be Zhang Zhiliang, and now he has Zong Yuan, Fu Xin and Fu Xin. I really underestimated you.

Bitch.

Zong Yuan knocked on Fu Xin's door, "Fu Xin, are you all right?"

His hair was dripping with water, and there was a hot and humid breath. The pajamas on his upper body were loosely dressed without a button, and a good figure that made blushing and heartbeat was vaguely revealed during the action.

Fu Xin opened the door, and the scent of the same shower gel as his body hit his face. He breathed tightly, his fingers clenched the corners of his clothes, and he dared not stare at Zong Yuan, "What, what?"

Zong Yuan reached out and flicked Fu Xin's damp hair, lazily, "Go, blow your hair."

Fu Xin followed him to the living room, chasing Zong Yuan uncontrollably.

Zong Yuan picked up the hair dryer, Fu Xin grabbed it, and whispered, "I'll blow it for you first."

The sound of the hair dryer hula hula.

0046 encouraged Zong Yuan, "The atmosphere is just right, Zong Yuan broke his thoughts in one fell swoop."

Zong Yuan felt that it made sense and directly asked, "Fu Xin, you like Zhang Zhiliang"

Fu Xin had a meal with his hair dryer.

Zong Yuan continued, disdainfully, "I don't have a good vision, just like him, why do you fall in love with him? He is handsome and good at studying. If his character is not good, there is a shit."

Fu Xin didn't know what he was thinking, and he was silent for a long time before answering, "You don't disgust me"

"Why should I disgust you?" Zong Yuan knocked on the armrest of the sofa. "You don't just like men. You don't care what other people like to say and how you like. You have to worry about other people's failures."

Fu Xin stopped the hair dryer and walked around to Zong Yuan from behind the sofa. Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

Fu Xin, "Is the meal good or not?"

This topic ran a little fast, Zong Yuan nodded, "It's delicious."

Fu Xin then asked, "Did you grab your stomach?"

Zong Yuan raised the corners of his mouth. He took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table and drew a cigarette. He swept Fu Xin up and down, deliberately teasing him, "It's not so close."

Fu Xin looked disappointed.

Zong Yuan slowly added a sentence, "It's barely grabbing my stomach."

Fu Xin raised his head fiercely, and saw Zong Yuan smile casually at him while smoking a cigarette. Every subtle arc made his eyes unable to look away.

His heart was beating wildly before he remembered the low retort, "I don't like Zhang Zhiliang"

Just pretend you, Zong Yuan nodded perfunctorily.

Fu Xin clutched his violently beating heart, walked around Zong Yuan and continued to blow his hair, Zong Yuan's broken black hair slid between his fingers.

He remembered what he said earlier.

"What if it grabs my stomach"

"Then I am yours."

The first brilliant smile appeared on Fu Xin's face in a few years, as if the sun broke through the darkness and shone into the deep ocean, cutting through the dull silence. He rubbed Zong Yuan’s black hair and thought in his heart, you are mine. Up.

0046 saw his brilliant smile as soon as he turned his head, and his face was touched. He was really a simple good boy. He was happy to be coaxed by Zong Yuan.

The next day was Saturday, Zong Yuan carried his card and went out with Fu Xin.

His first goal was the barber shop, and he pushed Fu Xin to the hairdresser with a dash of coolness, with one request, "Give him handsome."

He raised the golden card in his hand, "get it?"

The barber nodded with bright eyes, and took Fu Xin to wash his hair, "Handsome man, let's go."

Fu Xin pursed his lips and stared at Zong Yuan. Zong Yuan took a sip of the water sent from the store, "Go."

Fu Xin obediently followed in.

The face shape that Zong Yuan could see was unreasonable and the barber couldn't see it.

A few of them gathered in a group and discussed intensely what kind of hairstyle should be cut for this handsome boy. Zong Yuan walked over and bent down to be in line with Fu Xin sitting on the chair. He looked at the reflection in the opposite mirror. The eyes of the boy who came out comforted him, "Don't be afraid."

"Well," Fu Xin stretched out his hand from the cloth, pulling on the corner of his clothes, "Don't eat candy."

Zong Yuan smirked, "I smoke."

Fu Xin curled his eyebrows and said, "Smoker less." You are mine. I have to take care of you. Smoke is not good, so smoke less.

0046 was moved and cried, "Look at how good a child is, Zongyuan, I suspect that after you save your brother, I think you will die faster than your brother after smoking less."

Zong Yuan choked. He wanted to pat the back of Fu Xin's head, but Fu Xin's head was still wrapped in an Arab-like scarf. He changed to pinch Fu Xin's face, "Student Fu Xin, a lot of control"

Fu Xin blinked helplessly, "Is it OK?"

Zong Yuan paused and laughed. He turned Fu Xin's chair in front of him and supported both armrests with his hands. Even the person with the chair was stuck in his chest, and his breathing could spray on Fu Xin's face.

He laughed and drove the air to vibrate. Even the air was fascinated by him five times, and pink bubbles appeared one after another. The hormonal breath that belonged to his youth almost made people indulged in it, "Okay."

He said, "Then you have to take care of me."

"After all, I am not very manageable."