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"What water fee?" Fei Xingfeng looked confused.

Because of the alcohol, Zongfan's mind slowed down a bit, and he forgot his shyness, and said bluntly: "Sleep with you, I have to take a shower every morning, it's a waste of water!"

After thinking about it for a while, Fei Xingfeng understood Zongfan's meaning, laughed out loud, and whispered into Zongfan's ear, "Isn't that very hard work?"

"Yes! People are hard, and money is hard." He hasn't made a lot of money yet!Oh, no, I earned a rental fee, but I already spent it on ordering embroidery.

"Then the water bill can't be spent in vain." Fei Xingfeng then stroked the back of Zongfan's neck, "I will make you up, okay?"

"How to make it up?" Zongfan asked without thinking, following Fei Xingfeng's words.

"You don't have to get up to take a shower tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Fei Xingfeng picked up Zongfan and went straight into the bedroom.

Zongfan woke up the next day and found himself nestled in Fei Xingfeng's arms, and he was not wearing anything.Fei Xingfeng was wearing pajamas, the same one he made.

The memory came back, and Zong Fan remembered that he disarmed Fei Xingfeng three times last night, and Fei Xingfeng gave him back.He was drunk and unresponsive, and it was a long and anxious "torture".Fei Xingfeng is not particularly gentle, but appropriate pain will make his reaction stronger, and he does not reject it.

With a blushing face, he withdrew from Fei Xingfeng's arms. Whenever he moved, Fei Xingfeng was about to wake up, and subconsciously reached out to grab him.

Zongfan said softly: "You go to sleep, I'll go drink some water."

Fei Xingfeng didn't move anymore, and fell asleep again.

Zongfan got out of bed slowly, the aftermath of last night's indulgence is that his legs are a little soft now, so he put on the clean pajamas that were put aside, Zongfan took a look at the phone, it was full of messages from the program team, begging them Turning on the camera, all kinds of cute expressions flew together, and earnestly persuaded that this is a program, don't reserve a single seat, even if they are editing, they must have material to edit, right? !

Zongfan thought about it for a while, and turned on the camera set in the bedroom when he left the bedroom. Fei Xingfeng was wearing pajamas, so he wouldn't lose his clothes when he woke up.

While washing, Zongfan saw the marks on his collarbone and smiled helplessly. Today he really didn't have to get up early to take a bath. After all the trouble last night, Fei Xingfeng helped him take a bath. He was drowsy at the time, but I didn't lose my memory, and I had a lot of fun last night, so I didn't have so much energy this morning.

Fei Xingfeng woke up, closed his eyes and touched the bed, but he didn't find Zongfan, only then remembered that Zongfan seemed to be telling him to get out of bed to drink water.

Sitting up, he found that the camera had been turned on. For the first time, Fei Xingfeng felt a little regretful about participating in this program. If there was no such program, he could have called Zong Fan over and hugged someone on the bed to talk for a while.But then again, if he hadn't participated in this show, he might not have been able to trick Zong Fan into his home in a short time. This is probably the so-called gain and loss?

Zongfan was already sitting in the living room drinking coffee and drawing design drafts, seeing him get up, he smiled and said, "Morning."

It's fine if you can't see Zongfan. Seeing this, Fei Xingfeng thought of all the things that happened last night, and couldn't help thinking about what Zongfan would be like if he made it to the end. He started to be restless early in the morning. I am afraid that the water bill will be spent on him.

"What did you have for breakfast?" Fei Xingfeng's tone was unprecedentedly gentle, as if he was going to melt it into his bones.

"I saw that there was bread, so I ate some casually." It was really hard for him to ask him to start a fire. He saw that there was bread in the cabinet yesterday, and he ate one in the morning. It was probably made by Mo Yi.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Zong Fan really wanted to pinch his ears and say to him, "I'll wake you up and let you cook for me, so I can't cut this show anymore."

"Seeing that you slept well, let you sleep a little longer."

"You got up early, and your physical strength is good." Fei Xingfeng's eyes were a little more ambiguous, the camera was far away, and the filming team hadn't arrived yet, so there was no need to worry about being seen out.

Zongfan pretended to be calm: "That is, I am different from those of you who sit in the office all day." In fact, there is no difference, he is nothing more than sitting in front of the sewing machine, not in front of the computer.

Fei Xingfeng smiled lightly: "I hope you will keep it going."

"I guess... it's a bit difficult..." He was able to get up not because he wasn't tired, but because of his biological clock. Normally, he just went downstairs to buy breakfast after washing up at this time, but there should be no breakfast at the gate of Feixingfeng Community , so he had nothing to do and looked as if he got up too early.If the two of them were real, he would probably be able to sleep until the afternoon. It was the same situation yesterday, and Fei Xingfeng endured the whole process in a daze. This kind of endurance felt that he was incomparable.

Fei Xingfeng rubbed his hair: "I'll take a shower first, then fry some eggs, and you can eat some more."

Zongfan didn't refuse, anyway, he was only [-]% full after eating.

While Fei Xingfeng was frying eggs, the camera crew arrived, and the door Zongfan went to open was still the same people as yesterday, but they looked at Zongfan differently, and the accompanying director even winked at him playfully. He looked like he knew everything.

After Fei Xingfeng finished the breakfast, Zongfan went over to accompany him to eat some more. The cameraman and lighting engineer followed up in the dining room.

"Are you going to the studio later?" Zong Fan asked.

Today's schedule is pre-determined. Fei Xingfeng is going to the studio, and he has to be really beautiful. Anyway, he is also an anchor. Although there are not many people who follow him, there are still people who know about it. Let's take a picture of him In the working environment, there will be people who are willing to watch, and at the same time, they can make up time.

"Well, I'll pick you up in the afternoon." Fei Xingfeng said.He really has a job, the program is temporarily scheduled, but the job can't be postponed continuously, that's the only way.

After the meal, the film crew divided into two groups, following Fei Xingfeng and Zongfan respectively.

Zongfan came to Zhenmei, Aunt Zhen was contacting customers to pick up clothes, and in the showroom, Fang Na was embroidering the jasmine flowers that Zongfan wanted.

Today, Fang Na specially transferred the shift to rest, and Zongfan had arranged in advance to go to Zhen Meili's embroidery, but she didn't tell the program team, fearing that the program team would not like it.At that time, Fei Xingfeng said that being on the show was also a promotion for Zongfan, and Zongfan suddenly thought of Fang Na.He doesn't have that much money, and he doesn't have a strong relationship. He can let Fang Na's embroidery be filmed and played as a short video. This is the only way he can take a shot. After a while, he will take a stand and come over to embroider with Fang Na. The program team definitely won't cut all of them for him, as long as they can keep 1 minute of footage, it's not a waste of time.

The program group was originally here to shoot daily, the rhythm doesn’t need to be too tight, as long as there is a story, Zongfan is embroidered here, and the dress worn by Fei Xingfeng also has embroidery elements, it is a worthwhile filming for the program group theme.

Everything is going according to the plan. The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound. In this season, the fallen leaves seem to never be swept away. When the wind blows, the road will look messy.

The really beautiful door was pushed open from the outside, and Zong Fan was about to ask "Do you want to make clothes or change clothes", when he saw a takeaway guy who entered the door, and he didn't look like he was here to change clothes.

"Which one is Mr. Zong?" the delivery boy asked.

Zongfan blinked and said, "I am."

The delivery boy handed him the paper bag in his hand and said, "This is the milk tea Mr. Fei ordered for you."

Taking a closer look, it is Amo milk tea: "Is this milk tea delivered here?"

Delivery guy: "No, it's for running errands."

Zongfan chuckled, this is really true, if you add some money to the errand fee, you can buy another cup.

"Thank you, hard work."

"You're welcome, and have a nice meal."

Hot milk tea, three-point sugar, and chia pudding are Zongfan's favorite flavors.

Under the teasing eyes of the program staff, Zongfan inserted the straw in, took a big mouthful of satisfaction, and then sent a message to Fei Xingfeng, saying that the milk tea had been received.

Fei Xingfeng was probably in a meeting and didn't reply to him.

Neither Aunt Zhen nor Fang Na saw anything wrong.Zong Fan likes milk tea, and usually orders it. Aunt Zhen knows it. Fang Na thinks that young people like it now. She thinks it's unhealthy, but it's not her business.

The accompanying director wrote and drew in the notebook, and then asked Zongfan: "Can we talk about embroidery during the personal interview?"

"Of course." Zong Fan readily agreed, maybe letting Fang Na be interviewed would lead to more professional content output, but that would be too deliberate and would be easily cut out, not worthwhile.

In the afternoon, Zongfan didn't say hello to Fei Xingfeng, and went directly to the studio to look for him.

Cameras have been set up in the office, so there is no need to follow up.

Zongfan knocked on the door, and Fei Xingfeng's voice came from inside.

Zongfan pushed the door open and went in.

Fei Xingfeng was obviously taken aback when he saw him, then put down the script in his hand: "Why are you here?"

"Is it okay to come to inspect the work?" Zong Fan strolled in and closed the door, listening to the joking tone as if he wanted to say "Come to catch the rape".

Fei Xingfeng sat on the chair without moving, his long legs crossed together, looking very pleasing to the eye.

Zongfan walked over and leaned against the edge of the table: "You brought me milk tea, and in return, I'll bring you a pacifier."

It goes without saying who this "pacifier" is.

Fei Xingfeng reached out to hug him, wanting him to sit on his lap, but Zongfan avoided him: "Don't make trouble, there are cameras."

"Let them cut it." Fei Xingfeng's tone was domineering, as if he expected the program crew not to listen.

"You don't know how to avoid taboos, and you still ask others to cut it for you. Isn't it unreasonable, Mr. Fei." Zong Fan smiled at him, and Fei Xingfeng's pheromone invaded his sense of smell from time to time, making him feel very comfortable.

Fei Xingfeng couldn't hug anyone, so he could only hold his hand: "The placebo is delivered to the door, and it won't work just looking at it like this."

"Then what?" Zong Fan asked knowingly.

Fei Xingfeng said in a low voice: "Hey, come on."

Zong Fan approached Fei Xingfeng as if he had been bewitched, and when Fei Xingfeng approached, he stepped back cunningly and laughed at Fei Xingfeng's helpless expression.

Fei Xingfeng sighed softly, got up and turned off the camera, grabbed Zongfan and pressed it on the desk, and then kissed him—this is the correct way to use a pacifier!

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support!

My wrist is not feeling very well recently, and it is especially sore and swollen today. Please forgive me for writing less.