After Marrying an Evil God

To make sure Fang Ya'er is occupied by people, the next step is to extract the soul.

I was under the camera lens all day during the day, and the male and female dormitories were separated at night, and the only opportunity to act was during the evening.

However, as soon as the afternoon recording was over, and the sun had not yet set, Fu Mingye grabbed Qi Baicha away: "Take you to eat out."

Qi Baicha said: "I have something else--"

"Is it more important than me?" Fu Mingye looked back at him.

He looked calm, and if Qi Baicha said something important, he would agree with empathy.

It's just that it will be very unhappy, very unhappy.

"..." said Qi Baicha, "it's all right."

Between family and work, he chooses the former.

It doesn't matter if you strike for a day, so that Mr. Fu, who has been jealous today, will become sulky again. This guy is so angry that he will have insomnia all night.

Fu Mingye instantly smiled happily: "Go."

...

They came to the most lively snack street in Xicheng District, s city. It was dark when I got off the bus, the day had just ended, and people's nightlife had just begun. The crowds on the street were bustling with hawks and hawkers on both sides, and the various foods were rich in fragrance and full of smoke.

They have been here before. When the two first fell in love, Fu Mingye took him to every corner of S City, and of course this whole snack street would not be let go. But this place is far away from home, there are so many things to eat in the whole city, and I don't come often.

Fu Mingye is still wearing school uniforms and a black baseball cap. It is full of greenery and unruly, just like a real high school student. On the contrary, Qi Baicha has a long body and a jade, the temperament is the gentleness that has been precipitated over the years, and it looks quite experienced.

Like a pair of brothers. Qi Baicha is the elder brother and Fu Mingye is the younger brother.

"What do you want to eat?" Fu Mingye asked.

Qi Baicha thought about it for a while: "The last time the skewers."

He was too unhygienic when he came last time. Fu Mingye bought a lot of skewers to share with him. Qi Baicha loves to clean it. He couldn't bear to hold the greasy lottery in his hand, and his mouth was greasy.

Fu Mingye couldn't help but put a lot of skewers into his hands: "You can try it."

Qi Baicha looked at her hand that became greasy in an instant: "..." There is an urge to kill.

It was all dirty, and he had to wash it anyway, so he frowned and took a bite.

Then-it's so fragrant.

This feeling is still thinking about it.

"Okay, just buy five skewers of beef and two skewers of squid. Would you like rice cakes? Add another bunch of rice cakes..." Fu Mingye considered Qi Baicha's body, "I don't have a lot of fried food. Then I will have something else. Pad your belly."

"Stop talking nonsense, go buy it." Qi Baicha gave a light push.

He sat alone on the plastic stool under the huge parasol and waited, watching Fu Mingye squeeze into the crowd to buy skewers.

Mr. Fu must be the most down-to-earth rich man in China, not one of them.

You can sit in a high-end restaurant in a suit and leather shoes to eat a large meal and wine, without having to line up to clear the entire floor in advance. Ask the most popular band to come and play the violin for fun, and negotiate a business worth tens of billions of dollars at the table. You can also wear a vest and step on slippers like ordinary people, squeeze in the crowd to fight for orders, and eat skewers of dozens of dollars in open places with him, still chic and casual.

Of course this is just a metaphor. Fu Mingye doesn't really wear a vest and step on slippers now.

Qi Baicha took out his mobile phone and quietly patted Zhang Fu Mingye's profile.

He curled his lips slightly while looking at the freshly released photos, and flicked his fingers through the past photo albums.

There are countless photos in Qi Baicha's album, occupying several gigabytes of memory, and most of them are Fu Mingye.

He has no other hobbies. When life reaches a certain length, interest in everything will fade away, and now I only love one person.

He recorded all the precious little things with Mr. Fu and saved them into a photo album, which became the most precious and important part of his mobile phone and even his life.

They snuggled under the stars to watch the meteor shower, played tandem bungee jumping, built sandcastles on the beach, kissed on the top of the snow-capped mountains, hugged on the bottom of the sea... They had traveled many places in the past, and every place was extremely beautiful, leaving him unforgettable. Memories. But more, it is an ordinary and warm daily life.

Mr. Fu with an unbelievable face after frying the kitchen for the first time, Mr. Fu with frying hair on his head watching TV and snacks, Mr. Fu sitting in front of the computer working hard, Mr. Fu who is not awake in the morning and is covered by the sun outside the window. ...

They were all recorded by him.

Qi Baicha never looked at Fu Mingye's cell phone. If he turned it over, he would know that Mr. Fu's photo album was also full of him.

Each one is Qi Baicha, all, all of them are him.

Qi Baicha flipped through a few pictures, and a piece of entertainment news suddenly appeared on the top of the phone.

The title is capitalized and bold, eye-catching-surprise! The national goddess Fang Yaer appeared in the mansion late at night...

He never cared about these entertainment news feeds, but seeing Fang Yaer's name, Qi Baicha still ordered in.

The main idea of ​​the news is that Fang Ya'er was taken into and out of the mansion late at night, suspected of being under unspoken rules, and two photos were attached. One is the back of a woman in a red dress in a hurry. You can only see that the time is late at night and the sky is dark. She did not notice anyone behind her taking photos, and she was walking towards a luxurious villa with lights on.

In another photo, a clear front face was taken, confirming that Fang Ya'er was correct, wearing the same skirt, the same pair of high heels, and wearing the same jewelry-these celebrities rarely make the same outfit appear a second time , Every day, we must keep the brilliance that never repeats.

Qi Baicha noticed that the background of the second photo was near his home.

According to the news that the photo was taken, it happened to be the night Mr. Fu went out to buy him dinner.

But Mr. Fu didn't mention this to him, and didn't want to meet Fang Ya'er.

He saved the two pictures.

The soul in Fang Yaer's body does not belong to any monster, otherwise he would not fail to see it. Ordinary souls can't take away another person's body, there must be something else behind that person who is helping.

It is necessary to investigate and understand the whereabouts of "Fang Ya'er" in recent days.

His photo album is so precious that it is the world of both him and Mr. Fu. Suddenly, an outsider squeezes into the memory and Qi Baicha is a little unwilling.

Delete it when it's over.

Fu Mingye walked over with a bunch of fragrant skewers and two cans of soda.

Qi Baicha immediately put down the phone.

Fu Mingye opened the two cans of soda with one hand, put one in front of Qi Baicha, took the other bottle and took a big sip.

He tilted his neck back, his movements were casual, and the Adam's apple on his neck was extraordinarily sexy.

"Eat while it's hot." Fu Mingye gave him a few skewers.

Qi Baicha placed her hand underneath and took a gentle bite.

"You won't eat it like this." Fu Mingye said, "This beef is so small, it should be one bite at a time. Here, like me." He bit off two skewers of beef in one bite, and the bamboo skewers were instantly clean.

Lips are also stained with oil.

Qi Baicha immediately developed a cleansing addiction and drew a paper towel to him: "You can wipe it quickly."

"I haven't finished eating here yet, I'll wait..." Before Fu Mingye finished his words, Qi Baicha directly reached out to help him wipe his mouth clean.

"I'll rinse my mouth later, and don't kiss me unless I wash it clean." Qi Baicha threw the tissue into the trash can.

Fu Mingye: "... OK." My wife is too clean and I'm a rough man, what should I do?

The two of them sat here and finished slowly—or Fu Mingye waited for Qi Baicha to finish slowly.

Qi Baicha is too slow to eat. Fu Mingye had all taken care of his share, and drank the soda, Qi Baicha just finished the first bunch slowly...

Fu Mingye said: "Mr. Qi, let me tell you a story."

"speak."

"There used to be a little turtle and a little snail. The tortoise was called white tea, and the snail was called black tea. Which one do you think is slower to eat?"

Qi Baicha looked at him: "You are connoting me, I can tell."

No matter which one is Chacha, this Fu is burying him.

"Obviously you eat too fast." Qi Baicha said, "you don't want to wait?"

Fu Mingye looked at him with his cheeks in his hands, indulged and helpless: "I'll wait."

Qi Baicha only then continued to eat, but this time he moved up slightly.

Fu Mingye took out his phone to take a photo of him, posted it to Moments with the text "My Little Turtle", and set it to "Visible only for tea" and click to publish.

The youth in the photo looks soft under the warm light. He was born cold and graceful, and his behavior of sitting on the roadside stalls was extremely grounded. This kind of contrast fell in Fu Mingye's eyes, forming a capitalized "cute".

Qi Baicha glanced at his behavior, immediately picked up the phone, opened the circle of friends, and saw the one sent by Fu Mingye.

My little turtle.

little turtle……

You are a little tortoise, and your whole family are all tortoises!

No, this seems to call him in...

Boring, childish, and elementary school behavior.

Qi Baicha's eating speed is slow, but his typing speed is very fast. Jiugongge crackled and posted a circle of friends, set it to "only Mr. Visible", and published it decisively.

Fu Mingye opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The picture sent by Qi Baicha was also just taken. He was wearing a high school uniform and squeezed in front of the booth. His profile was young and beautiful in the light and shadow, like a student returning home from school to buy snacks.

The essay has the same six characters.

——A pupil in my family.

Fu Mingye replied: The pupils in your family are so handsome.

……shameless.

Qi Baicha glared at the man opposite, lowered his head and continued to send messages.

Qi Baicha: It's a pity that I have a mouth.

The net can speak poems.

Fu Mingye replied: How can you kiss a little tortoise without a long mouth? My little tortoise is shy, and when he says he wants to kiss him, he retracts into his shell.

"...Mr. Fu." Qi Baicha buckled the black screen of her mobile phone on the desktop with no expression on her face, "We don't need mobile phones to communicate face to face, right."

Fu Mingye also put down the phone, almost laughing.

For a moment, Qi Baicha wanted to pick up his mobile phone and use it as a brick to smash it.

"I said little tortoise is shy." Fu Mingye came back after a while, still with a smile, "Is it retracted into the shell? Mr. Qi actually cooperated with me like this."

Qi Baicha stared at him coldly: "You are shy in your dreams."

"But you dare not kiss me."

"You didn't rinse your mouth."

"You are an excuse."

Qi Baicha got up suddenly, grabbed Fu Mingye's arm, and pulled it to a dark corner.

Looking at that posture, Fu Mingye felt that he was going to be beaten.

He said, "You lighten it...hiss."

Qi Baicha pressed him against the wall and kissed him.

The greasy taste in my mouth has not gone away, there is a bit of grilled meat, and the smell of lemonade.

Breathe quietly.

Wan Lai is all silent, only the heart beats a drum.

After a long time, Fu Mingye said.

"Chacha, aren't you a cleanliness addict?"

"..."

"Don't you dislike it?"

"..."

"Or is it a lie to be clean?" Fu Mingye asked with a smile.

"No." Qi Baicha quickly turned his head and walked back to his seat. The heat rushed toward his face, and fell back into the hustle and bustle outside, breaking free from the silence just now.

The frantic heartbeat gradually calmed down. He closed his eyes.

Aijie is true, love you more true.