My old gong is a ghost?

A few days later, Zhixian's home was finally redecorated.

On the day Tong Xiaosong moved out of the dormitory, Wu Mabo and Wen Dong also came to help.

Re-entering the two-story building with a single-door courtyard, everything changed drastically.

A small piece of land has been reclaimed in the yard. There is no shortage of flowers, plants and green plants. Under the grape trellis is a place to drink tea and enjoy the scenery. It is well concealed and looks warm and romantic.

The thick general gate was replaced with a double-layer solid wood door. The inside is pure solid wood and antique, and the outside is a patterned glass, with two seals, which looks safe and beautiful.

Wumabo said with emotion: "Is this even the doors and windows torn down and redone?"

Entering the house, it is quite different from the previous appearance, and there is no trace of familiarity.

Zhixian even knocked down the original walls and re-made partitions where needed.

The elegant and chic combination of warmth and softness is ingenious. The two styles do not conflict in the house but complement each other, making it even more special.

Tong Xiaosong stared blankly as soon as he entered the room, his eyes were full of liking.

The straight staircase on the second floor was removed and replaced with a larger corner staircase with a completely open corner.

Standing at the corner, you just face the spring scene picture on the wall of the living room. Looking at the overall situation, all the scenery and people in the house are integrated into the spring scene picture, and a new perspective comes into view.

Go up the stairs to the second floor.

All the rooms on the second floor were opened and re-partitioned, leaving only four rooms and an open rest area.

The rest area can just see the scenery of the garden downstairs and the gate, and when the window is opened, there are flowers and branches poking in.

Breezy, cozy and comfortable.

The study room, guest room, and master bedroom are exquisite and thoughtful, practical and beautiful.

Wumabo said in a low voice: "I also want to live in, Dongzi, do you think Zhixian and the others are short of roommates?"

Wen Dong: "...I don't know if I'm short of roommates, but I'm sure there's no shortage of your big shining light bulb."

Wumabo: ...

***

Tong Xiaosong put the things into the master bedroom, opened the closet but was stunned.

In the closet, his and Zhixian's clothes were put together. Because of the obvious difference in stature, it is not difficult to tell who's clothes belong to the other.

But in this closet, there are many more clothes that he has seen before, but they don't belong to Zhixian.

Wumabo came over to put things down, turned his head to look, couldn't help laughing and said: "Didn't Zhixian buy this for you when we were in the mall that night? I said why didn't he give it to you, so he was waiting here It's on."

Tong Xiaosong blushed and didn't know what to say, so he had to open the bag in which he put his clothes, and hung them in one by one.

Wen Dong walked in, knocked on the door politely, and said with a smile, "Zhixian is going to cook at noon, we are lucky."

Hearing this, Tong Xiaosong hurriedly said, "I'll go down and help him."

Wen Dong nodded: "Both Dabo and I don't know how to cook, so we won't go over and make trouble. Let's walk around the house."

Tong Xiaosong waved his hand: "There are no guests cooking, you can do whatever you want."

Wumabo and Wen Dong looked at each other and laughed.

Tong Xiaosong didn't understand why these two people were laughing, so he heard Wu Mabo make fun of him: "It's obvious that the host and the guest are so self-aware so soon?"

Tong Xiaosong blushed, he pursed his lips, and wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't think of what to say.

Wen Dong said with a smile: "Stop teasing him, the new daughter-in-law came in, she was shy, and if she got anxious for a while, it's hard to explain to Zhixian."

Tong Xiaosong's lips were pressed tighter, his face became redder, and he was sweating a little: "You, you..."

"We are bad." Wen Dong said with a smile: "Go and help, if you are still standing here, we will say a few more words if we are not in order."

Tong Xiaosong turned around and left, ignoring the two people who made fun of him.

***

Entering the kitchen, the fires were burning on the three stoves, there was soup and vegetables in the pot, Zhixian kept his hands busy, busy in full swing.

Seeing Tong Xiaosong coming in, he glanced at it and asked with a smile, "How about the new decoration? Is it to your liking?"

Tong Xiaosong nodded with a blushing face, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably: "Your decoration is really good."

He picked up the unprocessed dishes and began to wash them.

Although the kitchen was full of vegetables, he could smell the heavy fragrance from Zhixian's body.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, letting the smell fill his chest, under the cover of his hair, even Tong Xiaosong's ears turned red.

Zhixian smiled, washed his hands and wiped them with kitchen paper, touched Tong Xiaosong's cheek with his fingers, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? You blushed like this?"

Tong Xiaosong pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and pretended to be calm: "...a bit hot."

"How hot is it when I touch it?" Zhixian stared at Tong Xiaosong with a smile in his eyes, stretched out his hand to stroke that cheek, and his fingers gradually slid down to his neck...

Tong Xiaosong swallowed nervously, and unconsciously flashed through his mind the two nights when Zhixian did bad things to him.

The opponent's fingers seemed to have indescribable magic power, when they lightly touched his skin, there was an indescribable numbness and throbbing.

Zhixian stared at the opponent's chest rising and falling due to the gradual shortness of breath, and his smile deepened. His fingers rested on the opponent's neckline, and he was about to pierce in the next second...

Tong Xiaosong took a deep breath, was suddenly taken aback, and raised his eyes in an instant: "Must...is it muddled?"

Zhixian: ...?

He sniffed, and smelled a sudden smell. After realizing it, he hurriedly turned around and turned off the fire, opened the lid of the pot, and used a shovel to turn over the vegetables inside to check the condition of the pot.

Tong Xiaosong came close to him without knowing what to do, poked his head to see what was going on in the pot, the heat was suffocating, his body felt damp, and he looked even more attractive.

Zhixian lowered his eyes slightly, as if getting an electric shock, his eyes darkened instantly.

Tong Xiaosong was looking at the pot when he saw that the other side put the pot back on.

He looked up suspiciously...

In the next second, the aloe aroma hit, and the smell was infested in the mouth and nose.

Tong Xiaosong's eyes widened in surprise, his lips were warm and soft, a burst of cold moisture invaded, and the soft tip of his tongue involuntarily pried open his lips.

The lips were slightly parted, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, and a big hand stuck to the back of his head, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

The two cling together and kiss wantonly.

All gentleness turned into attack and plunder, viciously occupying all of Tong Xiaosong's senses.

***

The two looked beautiful and intimate as they kissed together.

Wumabo, who had already reached the door of the kitchen, turned around with smooth and coherent steps, with a strong desire to survive, he didn't dare to take a second look, and quickly disappeared completely.

Hearing the sound of leaving footsteps, Tong Xiaosong gently pushed the string.