"Hmm~"

Shi Yun fluttered his feet, stretched his waist, rolled around skillfully on the big bed, squinted and subconsciously touched the bedside table.

The boy touched a cup of milk tea as usual, lay up skillfully, and leaned on the bed biting the straw and drinking milk tea.

Well?

This smell doesn't seem to have been prepared by Uncle Wu?

It seems that the beauty gave it last time.,But the inventory given by the beauty is all drunk.,Where did this come from?

And......

The bedside table doesn't feel like home!

The milk tea cup is not the one I use!

Shi Yun sat up suddenly, his eyes wide.

Rose？

The boy soon realizes that this is Rose's own room on the seventh floor.

Aren't I staying on the sixth floor with the beauty and the little second son?

How did you get to the seventh floor?

How did it get bright???

Wasn't it still night!

Didn't I drink a glass of wine!

And then what???

-

"What do you want to eat?"

Fu Ji walked in with a fat T-shirt and a rectangular tray with all kinds of breakfast.

Fu Ji, who wears gold-framed glasses, covers some of the usual coldness, and has a more bookish temperament, and he is a cold noble son who walks from the painting.

Yonghua is noble.

Slowly walked to the bed, put down the tray in his hand and looked at Shi Yun.

"Kick the quilt again, don't cry when you catch a cold for a while."

Fu Ji half-knelt on the bed and stretched out his hand to help the young man properly nest his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the red rope necklace worn by the young man was reversed, and he naturally reached out to correct the brand.

What caught Shi Yun's eyes was Fu Yu's naturally curled eyelashes against the transparent lenses, and his beautiful face had a warm and lazy expression.

Because the man bent down to help the teenager arrange the necklace, Shi Yun easily glimpsed the delicate collarbone exposed through the casual T fat neckline from top to bottom.

Delicate and confusing, confusing people's hearts.

The dead fat house must have a fat T, which is completely different from Fu Ji's style, but it makes Fu Ji wear a luxurious feeling.

Shi Yun recognized at a glance that the fat casual T-shirt was the spare clothes he had left in this room.

"Xiao Yun won't mind if I wear your clothes, right?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Fu Ji rubbed the young man's round little head with satisfaction, and came to a #Touch the head to kill#

It's just that my body can't stand the impact of this beauty!!

My little heart!!

-

#时氏转移话题#

"Why do you wear glasses, I don't have a degree."

I didn't see me blushing!

No!

I don't have a brain to make up for anything!

Nothing!!

[Death does not admit serious face. GIF】

Don't I want to lose face!

(; ｀O´)o

"Protective." Protect yourself... Do not eat people.

Or be ... Eat.

At least you can't be eaten unconsciously, otherwise what if someone lifts their pants and doesn't recognize people!

"Oh."

Shi Yun thought that Fu Yu was saying that the lenses had anti-blue light and other effects and could protect his eyes, so he stupidly didn't take it seriously.

"I'll take a little bit of everything."

"Custard buns."

"Open your mouth, ah~"

Actually, I have a hand...

"It's delicious, brother feed me another one, ah~"

#真香#

"Brother, your hand..."

Shi Yun only found out where Fu Ji was burned, but the skin at this time was not as terrible as when it was first burned, but the remaining red was still obvious on the man's white hands.

"Nothing..."

Fu Ji retracted his hand, unwilling to let the boy see it.

"It doesn't hurt yet, I'll give my brother Huhu, and Huhu won't hurt."

Shi Yun really leaned his head over, pursed his lips and blew seriously.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, brother, don't cry~"

？？？

Am I supposed to cry now?

Cooperate with the ???

"How the hell did you get it? Brother doesn't have to cook, how can he get burned? ”