Zhao He glared, "Feng Yuanman, don't speak loudly when you pass by kindergarten in the future, don't scare your future husband."
Feng Yuanman covered his little mouth and smiled so hard that he couldn't stop smiling. "This one can be there. If you see a kid suitable for me, you must pay attention to it."
"Little fat man, I think you are really shameless." Zhao He was stunned when he heard this, and then gave her a thumbs up.
"What kind of face do you want? My husband will be gone."
After saying that, the two of them laughed and leaned back and forth. Song Yang, who was sitting alone on the sofa, seemed a little embarrassed. For the first time, he knew that Feng Yuanman was such a talkative person and was very funny.
She was very nervous in front of herself and spoke very carefully. She was a completely different person from Feng Yuanman now.
"Little fat man, don't worry about how to harm the flowers of the motherland. You should go and harm the old bacon! I heard them say that you just like an old bacon... Ummm, what are you doing? Don't cover your mouth." Feng Yuanman remembered that Song Yang was still sitting here when he heard the old bacon. She was so scared that she immediately covered the other person's mouth and stared at him desperately.
Song Yang was stunned for a moment, old bacon?
Are you talking about him?
He is upright and in his prime, and at the age of a man, why did he become an old bacon when he is less than thirty years old?
But looking at Feng Yuanman and Zhao He, they are indeed very youthful and bright. Compared with a man like him who has experienced ups and downs, he has indeed become an old bacon.
"Can you close your mouth? If you say something more, I'll knock your dog's head."
Zhao He was still yelling, "Full fat man, the old bacon is actually not easy to chew, otherwise you can try the young meat. Who do you think you like? We are buddies, and we will definitely snatch it for you, then wash it clean and tie a bow and send it over."
Feng Yuanman now even wanted to die, but the old bacon sitting on the sofa had already stood up.
As for why he stood up, Song Yang felt that Feng Yuanman's pouty little fat hands were covering a boy's mouth, which was a bit bad.
But Feng Yuanman was so nervous that he was at a loss. He could not stop Zhao He's strange theory by covering his mouth, "Who are you robbing? Can you shut up? Why don't you wash yourself and tie a bow to send it to me?"
These words were purely angry words, but Zhao He stared at his big eyes in horror, "Fatty little man, do you really covet my young and handsome guy?" He quickly spat a few times and laughed dryly, "You should still like old bacon. Old bacon is good, you can practice your teeth."
Feng Yuanman was so angry that he was about to roll his eyes. He stomped several times, hitting Zhao He's feet and calling out his scream. "Little fat man Yuanman, stop stepping on it. I'll wash it, wash it, tie a bow and lie on the bed. You can do whatever you want, just stop stepping on my feet, it's almost turned into a paste."
"Stamp you to death, step on you to death, let you talk nonsense." Feng Yuanman pushed Zhao He away, and then kicked his butt, and said viciously, "Shut up!"
Song Yang walked to Feng Yuanman and asked, "I just heard you talk about the old bacon..."
"Old bacon, the old bacon is delicious. Let's go over and I will teach you how to make old bacon." Her round little hand tightly grabbed Song Yang's callous big hand, for fear that he would turn around and ask Zhao He about the old bacon.
Feeling the roundness and softness of the palm of his hand, Song Yang felt that his mood was inexplicably good. He let her lead him away, "I have only heard of bacon, but never heard of old bacon."
"You haven't heard of it because you are ignorant." Feng Yuanman was nervous and didn't know how inconsistent it was to hold Song Yang's hand at this time. "In fact, old bacon is, the meat is old and then made into bacon. We commonly call it old bacon. The meat is chewy and has good teeth training."
The editing is pretty good, at least Song Yang listened with relish.
"How to make the old bacon delicious?"
How to do it?
Feng Yuanman was a little stunned. He just thought about what old bacon was, but he really never thought about how to make it?
"The spicy stir-fry should be quite delicious!"
"Tell me the details, I'll go back and try it."
"Oh!" When it comes to cooking, Feng Yuanman could speak very well even if he had never cooked it before, and his words were vivid. Song Yang's eyes fell on her hand that was grabbed by her. Her soft and pleasant voice was in his ears, as if the gurgling stream flowed through every corner of his body along the blood, with a hint of peace and tranquility everywhere, which made him unable to help but doze.
Song Yang is really sleepy. He has been busy with military bases these days with his boss. He slept for more than ten hours in a week. He would have a ghost if he was not sleepy.
Feng Yuanman felt that his words were messy, and he knew that there were many loopholes when he heard them, but he did not interrupt himself. Isn’t it a bit too abnormal?
I couldn't help but raise my head and found that Song Yang was actually asleep?
Isn't this person's sleep quality a bit too good?
The two of them were still talking, and he fell asleep like that. The key is that it doesn't matter if he falls asleep. He is still holding his hand tightly. She doesn't know whether he is moving or not?
Looking at the dark circles under his eyes, Feng Yuanman was soft-hearted and decided not to move, so he could have a good sleep.
Zhao He lay on the bar beside him, "He is..."
Feng Yuanman stretched out his fat finger, snorted, and glared at Zhao He fiercely.
He lowered his voice, "He is that old bacon?"
"Shut up, don't you see him sleeping?"
"Full fat man, you are really trapped in love and can't extricate yourself."
Feng Yuanman waved his hand at him, "Come on."
"what?"
"come over."
Facing Feng Yuanman's somewhat ferocious expression, Zhao He moved his footsteps in fear and did not dare to speak too loudly, for fear that if he really woke up the old bacon, Feng Yuanman would really tear himself with his bare hands. "I'm here, what are you going to do?"
"Take off your clothes...what's your expression? What do you think I want to do? I just want you to take off your clothes and cover him."
Zhao He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then he thought, something was wrong, "I'll be cold, too."
"He will be cold when he sleeps, but you won't sleep, hurry up and take off!"
Seeing that her expression became ferocious again, Zhao He quickly made a stop gesture and took off his clothes. Under Feng Yuanman's glaring, he could only gently cover him, which was even gentler than any of his girlfriends before. Even his big man shivered, and he was so chilling.
Feng Yuanman waved his hand and signaled him to get out and not disturb Song Yang to sleep.
Zhao He sighed, feeling that a woman was too big to stay, and lowered her voice and said, "Then I'll leave first."
She nodded, thinking of the sound of wind chimes that would push the door, and hurriedly waved to him, "Zhao He, come back!"
Zhao He was happy. This girl was a little conscientious. He knew that it was cold outside and gave her clothes to the old bacon, so...
"When you walk, the wind chime will ring. You'd better find a place to sit for a while!"
This was so heartbreaking. Zhao He couldn't help but spat. He blamed him for thinking this little fat man so beautifully. He had only the old bacon in his heart. Can't even see the young and fresh meat be cold?
Feng Yuanman frowned, looking disgusted, "Are you crazy?"
"Don't worry about me, I handed over a plastic sister."
"Who?"
"The most hateful little fat man in the world."
Feng Yuanman took a deep breath and knew that the most hateful little fat man in his mouth was himself.
Song Yang slept very soundly, and even Feng Yuanman and Zhao He were whispering quietly beside him. The warmth in his hands made him sleep very soundly, and even his head was leaning on her thick shoulders, as if he was sleeping soundly with a soft pillow.
Feng Yuanman was stiff and dared not move. He could only hear the sound of his heartbeat. The tip of his nose could smell the refreshing smell on his body, and the warm breath of his neck was coming. She felt a dizzy feeling of being spinning.
She didn't even dare to breathe, and looked ahead with a cute look. Zhao He stretched out his big hand and wandered in front of her.
once.
twice.
three times……
After that, Feng Yuanman was completely helpless. Just being relied on by the old bacon, he fell into the girl's heart.
He couldn't help but wonder that in addition to being a little better skin, the old bacon has a little longer legs than himself, his hands are a little more beautiful than himself, and his eyelashes are a little longer than himself.
Zhao He frowned, why did he compare himself to him?
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Chapter completed!