attacking the soul

The first drama in my life can be regarded as a successful conclusion for the time being. Various clubs in the school have become active in recruiting new students, and the teaching arrangement is also on the right track.

As an engineering dog, Song Qirao was prepared, or he was shocked by the full schedule after choosing courses.

In addition, Fu Yi'an was very insistent about Song Qi going to his apartment on weekends. After secretly buying Song's mother off, he made a detour to let Song Qi enter the house.

However, the relationship between the two stagnated to the extent that the two brothers were good, and there was no progress. Fu Yi'an wanted to show himself calm, but Song Qi's mad bees and butterflies hadn't stopped since the official start of school.

Song Qi himself didn't have so many ideas, he didn't want to talk about it, and the most important thing was that he didn't meet anyone who could make him desperate.

She has a flamboyant appearance, but her inner conservatism is no different from that of old antiques.

Song Qi's 'First Love Theory' was ridiculed by the buddies in the dormitory and then ravaged/ravaged. Only Song Qi, who has a strong reserve army, can let him take his time, despise, strongly despise!

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Song Qi held a week's worth of laundry in his hand, and pushed open the door of the apartment.Fu Yi'an is starting the □□ attribute to show his skills in the kitchen, trying to start with small things and continue the strategy of boiling frogs in warm water.

Song Qi felt like an old man. Counting the first two times, today was the third time he returned to Fu Yi'an's apartment.

Fu Yi'an was wearing an apron, and the spatula in his hand hadn't been put down yet, and he came out when he heard the door open, "Xiao Qi, put down your clothes first, the meal will be ready soon."

"Brother Fu, I'm not that tired at school, so let me do something for you." Song Qi is lazy, but this laziness only has no scruples in front of his own family. Fu Yi'an obviously hasn't been teased by Song Qi yet. into this category.

After Song Qi put down the bag containing the clothes, he took off another apron hanging from the kitchen door, and put it on himself directly, "Brother Fu, let's go together."

Originally because of Song Qi's refusal, Fu Yi'an, who burst into tears in his heart, was revived in an instant. Looking at Song Qi who had walked into the kitchen with his back turned, a dark light flashed in his eyes. Xiao Qi would look good if he only wore an apron. Come on, I need to change the way I fight.

The deeper I get in touch with Song Qi, the more I can feel that the other party will be extremely persistent in some things, and Song Qi's uncompromising temperament is more obvious around the closer people.

"Brother Fu, I have to go home after lunch." Song Qi had already rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the used dishes on the cooking table.

"Do you want to get something?" Fu Yi'an looked at Song Qi and said.

"The microphone I bought hasn't arrived yet. I need it urgently in the past two days. I'm going to install the home microphone on the computer first." Song Qi explained.

microphone?The ones I used before seemed to be packed and put in that box, "I remember that I used to use them in the apartment, after dinner, I'll help you find them first, to save you a trip .”

"That's great, thank you Brother Fu." Rather than bothering Fu Yi'an to drive him back, if the other party can find it, it will obviously save a lot of trouble, Song Qi smiled at Fu Yi'an.

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After finishing lunch, Fu Yi'an went to the study, and saw a box in the corner, and it was there.

There was still so much dust in the box even after it was sealed, and it hadn’t been used for a long time, so I went out with my things, "Xiao Qi, I found it, can you see if this works?"

Song Qi was washing clothes in the bathroom. He took off his gloves and wanted to pick them up. Fu Yi'an hurriedly took them, "There is dust on them, I'll give them to you after wiping them clean."

"Thank you, Brother Fu, put it down, I'll wash my clothes and wipe them on the way." Song Qi was obviously very happy, his eyes curved into an arc when he smiled.

Fu Yi'an couldn't help but want to hug him into his arms and rub him. Although Song Qi's height is not low, Fu Yi'an is still slightly better in comparison.

Then Song Qi said in a warm voice, "I'll just wipe this one. Aren't you still doing laundry? We just happen to be together."

Song Qi smiled again, and Fu Yi'an followed into the bathroom in a daze, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Song Qi's upturned buttocks, and he couldn't help thinking of some things that were not suitable for children.

In this way, the entire bathroom became quiet, leaving only the sound of 'squeaking' water.

Song Qi rummaged through his panties, why was one pair missing?

After searching for a long time, I still didn't see it. After recalling it, I confirmed that I must bring it back, and I was going to look through the backpack again. When I took off my gloves, I looked back and saw Fu Yi'an staring at the microphone in his hand very seriously, wiping it very carefully.

Xin said that Brother Fu is really very attentive in everything he does, but in comparison, he seems a lot sloppy.

Fu Yi'an was indeed very serious, but unfortunately he didn't wipe seriously, but was caught in infinite imagination.The hand is very regular, the eyes are looking at the microphone, and it is actually in a state of emptying, and the real face of the rag in the hand is revealed when one is not paying attention.

Song Qi stared at the cloth with the white label in Fu Yi'an's hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he moved another step, his eyes clearly reflected the material of the black cloth, the expression on his face was comparable to an overturned paint plate, and his throat was also shattered. Strangled like speechless.

It was not a big deal for Fu Yi'an to hold the close-fitting underwear, but Song Qi couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

I don't know whether I pretended not to see it, or saved my underwear from Fu Yi'an's hands, no matter which one is the difference between early death and late death in terms of results.

"Xiao Qi, what's the matter?" Although Fu Yi'an was immersed in his own fantasies, at most he reacted slowly, so he found out not long after Song Qi stood behind him.

I thought Song Qi would say something, but after waiting for a long time, there was no voice. I couldn't help but turn around, and saw Song Qi's complicated expression, and the tangled state was conveyed to Fu Yi'an very straightforwardly.

Song Qi planned to think of a way to transfer Fu Yi'an out, so he just took back his underwear, thought it over and said, "Brother Fu, I want to eat mangosteen..."

Out of the corner of his eye as he spoke, he was still paying attention to the underwear Fu Yian was holding in his hand, wishing he could quickly get it into his hands to feel at ease.

Fu Yi'an didn't think too much, and followed Song Qi's words and said, "Aren't you tired? Let's take a break. I just washed the mangosteen, and it's frozen in the refrigerator. You can just take it out and eat it."

Song Qi wished he could get rid of the excuse he had just come up with, and he was not far from petrification.

Let you be diligent!Let you be virtuous!Let you □□!It's not the time...

"Brother Fu, let's go together, you haven't had a break all this time." Song Qi pulled out a stiff smile, agreed quickly, agreed quickly, but the more he thought about it, the more he failed.

"I'm not tired, you go and eat, I'll wipe this off later and then eat." Fu Yi'an's smile can be called the spring of March, but it's a pity that it can't heal Song Qi's heart that has been broken into scum.

Song Qi had been hesitating in place for a long time, but he didn't go out. Fu Yi'an thought that the other party was making trouble when he heard that he didn't want to go with him, and he still sighed secretly that he was still a child.

But he would never tell others that he was bubbling with joy in his heart. It turned out that his influence on Xiaoqi was already so great, and he had to say that brain supplements really killed people.

Fu Yi'an changed from the spring breeze in March to the scorching sun in June, and he couldn't suppress the joy all over his body. Song Qi couldn't figure out the full smile, and his attention was still locked in Fu Yi'an's hand. on the underwear.

"Then let's go together, Xiaoqi, wait a minute." Fu Yian put the 'rag' aside, stood up and rinsed his hands in the sink.

Walking to Song Qi's side, Song Qi stretched out with a smile because he had achieved his goal, and the two of them reached harmony and unity again on completely different wavelengths.

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Song Qi's final treatment method was simple and rude. It was better to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces. It was already used as a rag, not to mention that Fu Yi'an had held it in his hand for so long, rubbing left and right... out of sight and out of mind.

He definitely didn't want to experience this kind of 'thrilling' thing again.

Afterwards, although he wondered why Fu Yi'an didn't express his doubts about the change of the dishcloth, Song Qi was satisfied with the result.In fact, from the beginning to the end of eating mangosteen, Fu Yian was completely offline...

After the two of them dealt with the matter at hand, Song Qi entered the guest room, and Fu Yi'an also received a call from the company, requiring a video conference.

Seeing the private message on the computer screen, Song Qi thought it was about the preparations for the new drama, put the mouse on it, and found that his small icon linked a row of private messages and Art at the same time, this phenomenon is obviously abnormal.

Song Qi naturally knew that he was just a little transparent now, how could he get so much business.I had some unpleasant guesses in my heart, but they were indeed confirmed when I clicked on it.