I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck

Both of them were not full there, so they came back to cook some noodles.

"I'm actually a little angry." Ming Xi stirred the noodles in the pot with long chopsticks, his tone still choking.

She didn't look at Fu Yangxi, staring down at the boiling water and rolling noodles in the pot, her eyes were red: "Before me, hiccup, ask what's wrong with the wound on your neck, hiccup, you actually told me to soak The glass bowl exploded! Are you heartless?"

Mingxi couldn't help holding his chopsticks.

She should have discovered it a long time ago. She has lived in for so long and has never seen Fu Yangxi eat instant noodles-his refrigerator is completely empty, and there are no instant noodles and glass bowls. Where does he make noodles? !

Fu Yangxi always lied to her!

Fu Yangxi saw Mingxi crying all the way back in the cold wind, her eyes swollen to the size of a walnut, and she was very distressed.

He patted Mingxi on the back, trying to relieve her hiccups, looked down at her, and apologized in annoyance: "It's me."

Mingxi raised his red and swollen eyes to look at him: "It's just that you are not good--"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Fu Yangxi was not stiff at this time. His short hair, like a hedgehog, looked gentle.

He circled around Zhao Mingxi, put his hand on the back of Mingxi's neck, squeezed it lightly, and calmly said: "Little crying bag, don't cry, okay?"

"You still call me a little crying bag?!" Mingxi said: "Except for me, hiccup, this time, which time have you cried?!"

Fu Yangxi: "The drunk time."

Mingxi stared at him with red eyes.

Fu Yangxi was very eager to survive, and immediately changed her words: "No, I remembered it wrong. I didn't cry when I was drunk, but I cried, okay?"

Mingxi still feels uncomfortable, this kind of uncomfortable unresolved sadness, because she cannot travel back to the past to bring out the former Fu Yangxi.

She sobbed as she took out tomatoes from the refrigerator.

"I'll cut it." Fu Yangxi quickly took the tomato and knife from her hand, and after taking it, he glanced at Mingxi.

Because he didn't know how to coax people, his eyes looked helpless and pitiful.

He paused and said again: "I'm sorry, I won't hide anything from you anymore."

Mingxi feels distressed again, why does she want Fu Yangxi to apologize to her?

"I, hiccup, I'm not angry anymore. Sorry, I didn't mean that." Mingxi said quickly.

Fu Yangxi smiled and scratched the tip of her nose with her finger: "I know."

The little mask is distressing him.

Fu Yangxi was too happy to be too late.

Mingxi took a step forward, hugged Fu Yangxi from behind, wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed his cheeks on his back.

Fu Yangxi is very tall, Mingxi’s cheeks just pressed against his back, and he can feel the boy’s bones under the clothes. It grows like jointing pine and bamboo.

"Fu Yangxi."

"Ok?"

"I just have a thought now, I want you to be smaller." Mingxi said suddenly.

Mingxi's words have no beginning or end. Fu Yangxi awkwardly cut the tomato, tilted her head slightly, and asked incomprehensibly: "Get smaller? Then, what are you going to do?"

"Then I will make you a soft nest, and let you live in. I will put you together with the nest, put you in a pan, and rub it into my arms."

Fu Yangxi felt shy when Mingxi said this suddenly.

Rubbed into his arms fiercely.

What kind of tiger wolf word is this——? !

He turned his head and glanced at Mingxi, with a look on his face, ‘what the hell, how can I tolerate this insult? ! My little mask is so arrogant! ’, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help rising frantically: "Listen to your description, you want to support me."

"Can you?" Mingxi asked.

Fu Yangxi suddenly became serious, took a tissue and wiped her hands, and turned around.

Mingxi had to loosen the hands that embraced his waist.

Fu Yangxi leaned over slightly and held her shoulders.

Under the kitchen lights, Fu Yangxi stared at her with her dark eyes.

Mingxi saw his shadow reflected in his eyes.

Mingxi: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yangxi said to her: "I'm really fine, little mask, don't think about it anymore, it's all over."

Mingxi still looked at him sadly.

Fu Yangxi said warmly and authentically: "Actually, you listened to Fu Zhiyi's words, but it's not a big deal. Every family has scriptures that are hard to read. You may not get along with Jiang Xiuqiu much. Don't look at him all day long as he plays girls as if he is in heaven. He looks like a proud son, but his parents were divorced a long time ago, each of them had scandals all over the world, and each other had a dozen or so appointments. They are still in lawsuits, and there are a lot of illegitimate children, nine out of ten want to fight for family property, his head is big. But the whole day is not the same? You look at your house, I also suffered a heart attack that night at the police station, and almost didn't beat your second brother to death. It was really cheap for him not to remove one of his arms and one leg. But you are also easy to walk. I came out, and flew forward like a butterfly, until they were beyond the reach of the dust. What can I do? I have money and beauty and a beautiful little mask. I am a winner in life, OK? Change someone else Others have to be envious, you still feel sorry for me, you say you are not stupid? You can fight against each other, don't treat your partner as a beautiful flower, OK?"

Mingxi wanted to cry and laugh when Fu Yangxi said it.

"What a pound, have you passed the Chinese pass?"

Fu Yangxi also raised her eyebrows and smiled: "So we will live a good life, move on, eat, drink, fall in love and fall in love, and kiss when it's time to kiss—"

After speaking, he lowered his head, held Mingxi's face, and "chow" on Mingxi's cheek.

Mingxi: "...What kind of sudden poem recitation is this?"

Fu Yangxi triumphantly, a stinky teenager: "Creator, Fu Yangxi."

Mingxi laughed out of anger, and the hiccup finally resolved.

"Hey, hey, the noodles are about to come out." Mingxi exclaimed, and quickly pushed Fu Yangxi away to turn off the fire.

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Mingxi finally stopped crying, and Fu Yangxi was also relieved.

The TV was on, and the two of them sat on the bar stools and started eating noodles.

Steaming, warmed the faces of the two of them.

After eating, Fu Yangxi solemnly said: "I'll wash the dishes."

What he calls washing dishes is to put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Mingxi gave him a blank look, took an orange from the refrigerator and began to peel it. After peeling it, he threw the skin into the trash can, divided the orange into two, walked to Fu Yangxi and called him.

Fu Yangxi turned her head.

Mingxi raised his hand and gently stuffed an orange petal between his lips and teeth.

"Is it sweet?" Mingxi asked.

Fu Yangxi was caught off guard, her lips cold, and while touching the orange petals, she also touched Zhao Mingxi's fingertips.

The girl's fingers were slender and soft--the mask was too small and she didn't notice anything. After feeding him, she lowered her head ignorantly and stuffed an orange petal into her mouth.

She opened her lips gently, and her fingertips touched her lips.

When touched, her lips sank slightly and came back plump and moist.

Fu Yangxi looked at her fingers and then at her lips, and her blood sugar soared in an instant.

"...Sweet." He finally swallowed the orange petals, his heart pounding.

Mingxi didn't know that he had unconsciously pushed to Fu Yangxi. She stuffed the remaining orange into Fu Yangxi's mouth.

Before the last petal was fed in, Fu Yangxi couldn't help but pinch her waist, pressed her against the refrigerator, and gave a deep French kiss as seen on the TV.

"Well--"

The specific feeling that Mingxi can't describe at all, in short, is very wild.

The blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, and the soul seemed to be kissed out of the way.

Fu Yangxi kissed her while her ears turned red. He put his arm on the refrigerator, let Mingxi's head sink into his arms, and gently pinched Mingxi's waist with his other hand, kissing seriously and innocently.

Obviously it was the position in which he pressed Mingxi on the refrigerator, but his shyness was like Mingxi pressed his kiss, he was the one defiled.

The soft lips are connected, full of sweet and sour oranges.

The surrounding air gradually warmed up.

Mingxi was a little bit out of breath, her legs began to soften, she couldn't help but grabbed Fu Yangxi by the collar and pulled him onto her.

Fu Yangxi did not press over, she thought he was too far away.

But once his body was pressed over and wrapped in the familiar youthful rosin, Mingxi felt that his whole person was starting to get hot, like shrimps about to be cooked.

"I, I can't do it anymore." Halfway through the kiss, Mingxi slipped softly, dizzy and authentic.

Her mind is empty.

She felt that she was a soft little **** now.

Fu Yangxi picked her up and kissed her for a while before letting her go.

At the moment, Fu Yangxi was a little reluctant, and the red-eared chick kissed her on her lips again and again.

Mingxi leaned back on the refrigerator and laughed at him: "Your ears are so red."

Fu Yangxi was beaten to death and refused to admit it. She blushed, "It's too hot, okay? Little mask, you must turn on the heater too high."

Mingxi Qijie: "What the hell? Are you shy and blame me?"

Fu Yangxi seemed to have heard some fantastic joke: "Shy? I don't have this word in my dictionary!"

Mingxi: "..."

What should I do if my boyfriend is too arrogant?

"Ah, ah, so annoying to break up, let's break up."

Mingxi scolded with a smile, trying to run.

Fu Yangxi took her back again.

No, it doesn't matter if you are killed.

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Mingxi took a bath first. After Fu Yangxi entered the bathroom, Mingxi wore her furry pajamas and wandered around the apartment boredly.

Being in love is really a magical thing. In the past, apart from studying, I felt that TV series were good, games were fun and beautiful. But after falling in love, even if he was not with her for a while, she would feel bored in everything.

Nothing is as fun as Fu Yangxi.

I want to do everything with him, whether watching a drama or eating.

Looking at one of his eyes, you can experience the magnificent waves, drowning in the deep sea, the middle bite of the summer watermelon, and the greenest orange petal at any time.

The huge apartment has gradually changed since Mingxi moved in.

Mingxi is like an intruder, turning the deserted apartment into a color everywhere.

She was afraid of the cold, so Fu Yangxi kept turning on the heating, and the feeling of coldness that had gone before had disappeared.

She was afraid of the dark, so Fu Yangxi installed a few more floor lamps, and the darkness disappeared.

Mingxi explored Fu Yangxi's room, the audio-visual room and workshop on the second floor last time. However, this time I went in again, and I felt completely different.

Fu Yangxi has many books scattered on the carpet in a room-all kinds. "Motorcycle Repair", "Himalayas", and "A Brief History of Time" include almost all the books that can be thought of. Vinyl, movies, they all have been unpacked, and they seem to have been seen. In the other room, there were robot parts, basketballs, basketball clothes, dismantled desk lamps, dark green rusty screws.

Mingxi seemed to be standing on the corridor of time. In the light and shadow, he saw a lonely child. Because he was hated, he didn't go back. In the past few years, I have lived here alone and have done everything I can do.

He watched countless movies and books, listened to songs, and dismantled countless Gundams and furniture. A lone man shot a basketball on the open space nearby. The basketball hit the ground on a rainy day, making a lonely echo.

Fu Yangxi had read so many books before.

His grades cannot be bad.

At this time, the doubts in Mingxi's heart were finally solved, why he solved the problems so swiftly and neatly, but every time he took the exam, he was silly.

He may not know that he was also a victim in that incident, but he still blames himself. Because of this, he didn't know where to go, he was tossing and turning around in the middle of the night alone, in a daze.

He may not be ignorant of those who are depressed on him. He could choose not to bear it.

But he chose to face it.

He will never go bad, will not be torn by the fangs of life, nor will he be dragged down by the muddy things.

When Mingxi saw him, he was already shining.

Mingxi suddenly understood why she was attracted to him step by step.

She was attracted to Shen Liyao because Shen Liyao has outstanding performance and stands out from the crowd.

And she finally fell for Fu Yangxi because Fu Yangxi was the hot and shining sun she saw when she looked up.

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At night, Mingxi was lying on the bed with her eyes open. She was actually worried about whether Fu Yangxi could fall asleep in another room.

She even wanted to sleep with Fu Yangxi——

But they are just adults now, is it too early to sleep in a bed? And what happens in a bed? After all, he is just young and vigorous, and Chenbo is more turbulent than others...Wait, what is she thinking?

... The progress seems to be a little too fast, without shame or irritation.

The itchy feeling in Mingxi's heart was unbearable, but he didn't want to show that he was so anxious.

She covered her head with a pillow and turned around on the bed.

Three minutes later, Mingxi began to search: "Is it not so good for newly grown lovers to sleep together?"

The answer below shows that Mingxi's face is red, and most of them are persuading ‘no’, saying that the vast majority of boys will eat girls thoroughly.

Eat, dry, wipe, and clean.

Just seeing these four words made Ming Xi's face burn.

She tossed and turned on the bed for a while.

Finally got up, hugged the pillow, and got out of bed tremblingly.

Fu Yangxi didn't sleep either. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, hesitating whether to send a message to Mingxi. Therefore, as soon as the door to Mingxi opened, Fu Yangxi heard a sound.

He didn't really want the little mask to see that he couldn't sleep, so he quickly turned off the bedside lamp and lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.

Mingxi opened his door and poked a head in.

"Brother Xi, are you asleep?" Mingxi asked.

Fu Yangxi pretended to sleep soundly and motionless.

"No way, already asleep?" Mingxi couldn't believe it—what about insomnia? ! Could it be that the medicine is effective?

Since he fell asleep, Mingxi didn't have any reason to wake him up. Of course, Mingxi wanted him to sleep well.

So Mingxi planned to close the door quietly.

Fu Yangxi didn't want her to feel that she often had insomnia, nor did she want to watch her turn around and walk away.

In his mind, the heavens and humans fought for a while, he suddenly turned over, pretending to be awake with superb acting (and not), and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was shocked with superb (not) acting.

He sat up and rubbed his forehead: "I was scared to death. I was awakened by you as soon as I fell asleep. Little mask, what are you doing sneaky in my room?"

"..."

Mingxi could tell at a glance that he just pretended to sleep.

Exasperated.

Why is this man like this.

If you can't sleep, you can't sleep. To make her feel at ease, she pretended to sleep.

"I'm just to see if you are asleep, and plan to sleep with you if you can't sleep."

sleep together? ? ?

Can there be such a good thing? ? ?

Fu Yangxi's heartbeat speeded up, and she looked at Zhao Mingxi blankly with her messy black hair.

Mingxi glanced at him and deliberately said: "Since you can fall asleep without insomnia, then I will leave."

Mingxi hugged the pillow and said, turning around to go back to the room.

Before taking two steps, Fu Yangxi jumped off the bed behind him. Fu Yangxi took her into her arms from behind, put her hands around her, put her head on her shoulders, buried her in her neck, and said aggrieved: "Well, I can't actually sleep."

"Can you--"

Fu Yangxi's ears were red with shame, and said lowly, "Don't go."

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After a while, the two people lay on the bed, both lying flat.

The air was dead and stiff, and only the pounding heartbeat of two people could be heard.

Mingxi had never slept in a bed with anyone before, and Fu Yangxi was certainly no exception.

The two people who were used to sleeping alone found that once they lay on a bed, they didn’t know how to lie down, where to put their hands, and what postures to put their legs in—just like two little zombies, all over their bodies Stiff, only blood rushes uncontrollably.

Moonlight came in through the gap in the window.

After a few minutes, Fu Yangxi turned over carefully.

Mingxi's toes were tight.

Mingxi continued to lie down, Fu Yangxi lay on her side facing her.

The two people stick together.

Fu Yangxi turned over on her own, but she was like being forced to a corner, forced, and defiled.

He looked at Mingxi in the darkness: "Me, can I hold you?"

Mingxi's heartbeat was abnormal, his mind was completely empty, and the scent of Fu Yangxi's pine was all in his breath. There was a cloud of paste in her mind, thinking about what men’s perfume he used, or it was the smell of luck, what to do if she waits a while if she wants a deep French kiss again? Did she brush her teeth at night? Ok? What did he just say...

Mingxi let out a muddled "um".

Fu Yangxi then tried to calm herself a little bit, and after a while, stretched out her hand to take Zhao Mingxi into her arms. Mingxi also turned sideways, and the distance between the two was very close.

It's not that it's been so close before - but it was standing on the ground.

And now, they are on the same bed, in the same quilt, and the skin outside the pajamas is close to each other, dry and warm. Filled with the fluffy taste of winter.

As soon as the distance is close, the tip of the nose is facing the tip of the nose, the breath is entangled, and the heart conflicts.

Fu Yangxi hugged Mingxi tightly.

His mind is empty, this is his favorite girl, lying in his arms.

Fu Yangxi seemed to be holding something fragile and precious, and she kissed Ming Xi's mouth one after another.

suddenly--

Fu Yangxi let go of Mingxi and moved to the bed.

When Mingxi realized something, his cheeks became hot immediately and he pulled the quilt over his head.

Fu Yangxi was ashamed and indignant, and said, "I'm sorry."

He reacted.

"Why are you so easy to react?" Mingxi's face was too hot, covering his face with a quilt, and still teasing him: "Are you a little pervert?"

"I didn't!" Fu Yangxi said in anger, "I'm just to you. A boy holding his favorite girl won't feel like it, I'm not a monk."

Mingxi lifted the quilt and threw it away, revealing his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at him: "Why don't you do what you love--"

Mingxi felt that she was very receptive, and she also identified the person in front of her.

She felt that there was nothing wrong.

"No." Fu Yangxi categorically refused: "You have just grown up, you want to be harmonized, wait until you reach twenty."

Unexpectedly, Fu Yangxi was so strong.

Mingxi lay back blankly, "I think you are a monk."

"A kiss is okay." Fu Yangxi said shyly.

He leaned over and carefully kissed Mingxi's earlobe.

"No kiss, sleepy." Mingxi pushed his head away.

What's the use of a quick kiss! The ribs can't stand up.

After thinking about it, Mingxi still felt unconvinced, and turned her head to look at Fu Yangxi: "The surname is Fu, am I not attractive to you at all?"

Fu Yangxi took her into her arms and said seriously: "It's not like this. This step has a different meaning. A small mask. You mean a lot to me. I cherish you more than anyone. Any possibility of harming you is my I don't want to do it."

"I don't want to spend only one winter with you. I want to keep walking with you. When it comes to the gray-haired day, I don't want you to remember it. I don't think there is any sense of ritual on the first day."

"I want you to be happy, smooth, complete, and complete than anyone else. There is no regret. When I hold the ring in front of you, if you say you are ready, I will run to you without hesitation. past."

Mingxi was only joking, but I didn't expect Fu Yangxi, who had never been serious, would actually explain so much.

Her eyes are hot.

The eighteen-year-old love came hot and turbulent.

But she is already in Fu Yangxi's future.

Sniffed.

Mingxi buried his head in Fu Yangxi's chest and said, "I know, I was joking just now. Don't be nervous."

"Let's sleep, Brother Xi, hold me to sleep and see if you can fall asleep."

Fu Yangxi hugged Zhao Mingxi in her arms tightly. She won't be robbed by anyone again, she is his.

This evening, Fu Yangxi always had Zhao Mingxi in his arms. His heart beats fast, and his youthful love and love surged. He was holding his most beloved girl.

Fu Yangxi thought it would be a sleepless night, but strangely, he slowly fell asleep like this.

The cracks in the dream began to heal slowly.

He seemed to be holding a piece of ice floe, but the ice floe was very warm, smiled at him, and floated him across the ocean.

In Mingxi's quiet, shallow breathing.

Fu Yangxi seemed to be pulled to the shore. On the soft sand, the waves hit and comforted his body.

He slowly fell asleep.