Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

The last dish of boiled beef was served. The aroma of green peppercorns and chili peppers was overbearing and stimulating. The entire table was filled. The program crew looked at each other, and the barrage of comments was going crazy.

[Is this variety show a dating show? A food show! ! ]

[Brother Mo is so awesome, he can cook any cuisine. I can smell the food just by looking at the appearance! ]

[Wow, my takeout suddenly doesn’t smell good anymore QAQ]

The photographer set up the camera and looked a little embarrassed. The staff were not in the camera, but looking at the speed at which the chopsticks appeared on the table and the visible decrease in their number, you could tell how well Fang Mo did.

Except for the seasoning and soup on the plate, there was not even a scrap of food left. After the meal, the program crew took the initiative to send four people to wash the dishes and clean up. Only then did Duan Wu feel a little relieved.

[Hahahaha, Duan Wu is upset. I must reward my wife well tonight.]

[You are such human beings. You cook so much during the day and still have to work overtime at night]

[I heard that a sign will only appear once, I can't wait to see them kiss]

The task is over and the one-day home recording is completed, but the live broadcast continues. At six o'clock in the afternoon, the program team will uniformly turn off the cameras in the room.

The production crew kept thanking Fang Mo and Duan Wu while carrying garbage. Fang Mo felt that things should go much more smoothly for them in the future.

Without outsiders around, even though there were cameras, he felt much more at ease. He leaned back on the sofa and touched his stomach, feeling a little guilty. "I haven't eaten so much in a while. My stomach is so full."

Duan Wu knelt on one leg on the sofa, leaning forward, his evil hand reaching into her clothes. "Two months."

Fang Mo took a few seconds to react and slapped his hand away, "What nonsense are you talking about..."

【I thought of something perverted. 】

[Listen to me... Staying in there is not good for your health... Duan Wu, don't mess around...]

[Even without outsiders, we are still here. Don’t let your live broadcast rooms be blocked. 】

Duan Wu went back to his room to take a nap, and Fang Mo took out his phone to play games. There was no interaction here, and a lot of people left, all running to the next room to watch the fun.

[No, everyone next door has finished their meal and gone to sleep, your pot is not hot yet...]

[These two are acting like a skit, very interesting, let them act.]

The popularity of the program exceeded 5 million. The publicity department did not have enough time to make posters in the whole morning, so they could only take out the guest posters and post them as a popularity record.

Fang Mo, cooking skills, Duan Wu, and the unstoppable eyesight of Fang Wu occupied the top three in the hot search list, even the official "Heartbeat Side" hot search was squeezed out.

Zhou Hong was overjoyed. If it wasn't for the live broadcast, she would have wanted to rush to Fang Mo's house and give them a big hug.

People are talking about them in the super topic, and the attention is still soaring. We can already foresee the future popularity of the two.

At 6pm, after the guests said goodbye, the program crew cut off the live broadcast. Zhou Hong immediately called Duan Wu.

"Very good! You should check the internet, you have never been so popular in your life." Zhou Hong fed him a candy first, then reminded him, "But some people say that your relationship is too plain, more like an old couple than those in their 40s. Let me tell you..."

Zhou Hong was teaching on the spot, Duan Wu turned on the speakerphone, Fang Mo was playing games nearby, all his attention was focused on Zhou Hong's "experience transfer", he was blushing and his heart was beating fast when he heard it.

Until going to bed, Fang Mo's mind was full of Zhou Hong's suggestions that had not passed the review in the afternoon. He also sat on the bed and looked at the slices of the other pairs.

Duan Wu came out of the bathroom, wearing only a bath towel. There were small water droplets on the tips of his hair, and a few of them rolled down with every step he took. Seeing Fang Mo playing with his cell phone with a grin, he lifted the quilt and moved closer to him.

Fang Mo was reading comments from netizens. Some said Duan Wu was the god in charge of sexual tension in the entertainment industry, which made him laugh.

The next second, the god took off his clothes and pressed down on him with his hands on his sides. Fang Mo could even feel water dripping onto his chest.

"What are you laughing at, Brother Mo?"

"Look, I'm reading the comments on the show."

"What do you think we should do if we get drawn to kiss tomorrow?" Duan Wu looked into his eyes, looking willing to learn.

"...Then just kiss, just treat it as a scene..."

"I've never kissed a man before, and I'm afraid I'll be nervous." Duan Wu looked a little worried.

Fang Mo could feel the smell of shower gel rushing into his nose. It was the shea butter scent he bought. His mind was a little confused for a moment. "Why don't we try it first?"

"I can see it."

After saying that, Fang Mo felt the power of quantum entanglement. They just touched each other at first, neither light nor heavy, like a feather brushing past. Duan Wu supported his back with his right hand, preventing him from moving anywhere else.

After the touch, he could feel a little bit of temptation. The action was gentle, but it didn't miss any corner. It was neither offensive nor intense. It was like applying lipstick, very careful.

Fang Mo snorted subconsciously, and breath leaked out of his nose. When he realized what was going on, his body temperature instantly rose.

Duan Wu's practice was not over yet. He raised his head, and his eyes had something more than before. "Brother Mo, do you feel there is anything that needs improvement?"

"..." Fang Mo didn't know how to comment on this kiss, and started to read it and randomly replied, "I haven't really kissed before..."

The person on his body chuckled, and a stronger breath than before came over him. His lips were a little numb from being bitten, and he twisted his legs to save himself, but he encountered some evidence of rising temperature.

Isn’t Duan Wu a straight man?

A strange thought flashed through his mind, and the originally suppressed feeling gradually became real under this guidance. He reached out and hugged Duan Wu's strong waist and took the initiative to practice.

The two of them practiced for who knows how many times. Fang Mo felt a burning pain at the corners of his lips. He pushed the person away, went into the bathroom to deal with it, took a shower again, and came out only after he heard no more noise outside.

"Pick up the trash yourself." Fang Mo looked at the garbage on the ground and pushed him. "The production crew will come in to shoot tomorrow morning, so get dressed."

"Yeah." Duan Wu had a heavy nasal tone at this moment. He leaned against the head of the bed without saying a word, with his eyes closed, and seemed to be still a little out of his mind.

Fang Mo covered himself with the quilt and turned his back to Duan Wu. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't find the clue.

This is a bit beyond the scope of pretending to be a couple.

He forced himself to fall asleep. The more he wanted to sleep, the clearer his memory became. Fang Mo heard the person next to him get out of bed and throw all the paper balls into the bathroom. He then flushed them for a long time before lying back down.

"Are you asleep, Brother Mo?" His voice was a little hoarse. Fang Mo breathed evenly, did not speak, and pretended to be asleep.

"Good night, Brother Mo." Duan Wu turned off the bedside lamp, and the room fell into darkness.

Fang Mo opened his eyes and squatted in the darkness. His consciousness gradually became clearer. He realized what they had just done and finally began to feel shy.

He hoped that day would not come, Taishe would be dead.