Chapter 96: Xiao Nian Lunar New Year ENG (Fan Wai has nothing to do with the text)

"Little brother, do you still want anything?" Wu Xie asked with concern, it was rare that the stuffy oil bottle would be interested in certain things, although most of the fruits that his eyes stayed on were actually Wu Xie's own favorite foods.

The stuffy oil bottle didn't speak, his eyes still scanned the past, and this time Wu Xie shouted at the fruit stall owner like chicken blood: "Boss, I want all the mangosteen!" ”

The corners of the stuffy oil bottle's mouth twitched, in fact, a gust of wind blew just now, and he was just confused, so he didn't pay attention, but he didn't expect Wu Xie to be so excited.

Twitter. A childish cry caught the attention of the stuffy oil bottle.

Before the two of them paid for the fruit first, the stuffy oil bottle grabbed Wu Xie, crossed through the crowd, stopped in front of a local vendor, and looked at the young yellow chicks under the quilt, Wu Xie looked at the stuffy oil bottle suspiciously.

The stuffy oil bottle put the bag aside, squatted in front of the thermos box, and carefully looked at the little yellow chickens that were crowing weakly together, and the gentleness in his expression was something Wu Xie had never seen.

"Boss, I want this." The stuffy oil bottle opened for the first time.

Wu Xie looked at the stuffy oil bottle with a blank look, took the soft and weak little life into his arms, turned around and lifted all the bags, and pulled Wu Xie towards the door of the vegetable market.

Wu Xie followed the stuffy oil bottle to the parking lot, and the stuffy oil bottle naturally took out the car key from Wu Xie's pocket, and his fingertips gently swiped between Wu Xie's thighs, and an electric current traveled all over Wu Xie's sea, and he lowered his head unnaturally.

The stuffy oil bottle watched Wu Xie bow his head and nail in place, walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and cast an inquiring look.

Wu Xie glanced at the stuffy oil bottle, nodded, his face flushed abnormally, and pulled the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

The stuffy oil bottle turned around, pulled the car door and sat in the co-pilot, looked at Wu Xie's flushed side face, and shouted, "Wu Xie." ”

"Little brother." Wu Xie responded with a dodgy look.

"I'm sick." The stuffy oil bottle affirmed.

"Nope." Wu Xie denied it, and despised his second child in his heart, (he didn't want to be a sleeping second child, when the fire of the stars ignited his whole body) Wu Xie was completely messy.

"Wu Xie." The stuffy oil bottle exclaimed worriedly.

Wu Xie turned his head and smiled apologetically, but he didn't think about the face of the stuffy oil bottle, he had already come over, and his forehead hit the forehead of the stuffy oil bottle uncontrollably, making a muffled sound, Wu Xie subconsciously wanted to hide, but the strong and powerful arm of the stuffy oil bottle was wrapped around at this time.

Wu Xie's lips inadvertently crossed the side of the stuffy oil bottle, and Wu Xie felt that his face burned even more.

The expression of the stuffy oil bottle was still faint, and the side face was attached to Wu Xie's forehead, and he frowned slightly: "It's a little hot." ”

"It's okay, little brother, I'm just a little cold." Wu Xie stumbled and said.

The stuffy oil bottle stared at Wu Xie's face carefully, Wu Xie felt that his face was about to drip blood, and the latter moved back a little and said, "Close your eyes." ”

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment and obediently did so.

Feeling the soft touch and the childish sound in his ears, Wu Xie only felt dizzy and leaned forward.

In the confined space, listening to the powerful heartbeat, although he couldn't smell the breath of the stuffy oil bottle, Wu Xie actually felt his tenderness.

The stuffy oil bottle felt that Wu Xie was exhausted before letting go of him, and his slightly hoarse voice said in his ear: "Spread it to me, and you will be fine." ”

Wu Xie looked at the handsome face that had been magnified countless times by the stuffy oil bottle, and nodded stupidly.

The stuffy oil bottle seemed to be satisfied with Wu Xie's reaction, and said, "Let's go home." ”