Luo Wenzhou woke up in the middle of the night, his heart was as palpitations as he blew. He reached out and touched him in a panic. He touched one of Fei Du's hand hanging outside the quilt. The breath that was hanging in his throat finally came to his relief.

Luo Wenzhou wiped a cold sweat and lowered his head to see the source of his nightmare - bald cat Luo Yiguo.

Although the heating this year is coming to an end, the firepower is still very strong, and the room is too warm, so the door is not closed at night. Anyway, Fei Du's physical condition cannot do anything "not suitable for a cat". So Comrade Luo Yiguo not only "entered the house" in a noble manner, but also pressed half of his body on Luo Wenzhou's chest with all his backs.

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Luo Wenzhou carefully stuffed Fei Du's hand back into the quilt, then lifted Luo Yiguo and asked the old man to move the bedside table to be glad that he was strong, otherwise he would have to sit down a heart attack one day.

He half sat up and stared at Luo Yiguo who was awakened by him with a questioning gaze. However, Guo was always stern. His claws hooked on the tabletop of the bedside table, stretched out his big two-foot-long stretch, yawned at Luo Wenzhou with sharp teeth, and then lying down happily, not caring that he was still guilty.

Not bad, Luo Yiguo did get into trouble today.

Luo Wenzhou cooked the night before and poured the vegetables into the pot. He found that there was no cooking wine at home, so he had to open the wine cabinet and take out a small jar of flower carvings to make do with it. Because of the cumbersome and busy frying process, he forgot to lock the wine cabinet.

Fei Du was worried about lunch time today, so he called his home as usual. Before he could say a few words, he heard a "ding-bang" sound and heavy objects landing on the ground. Luo Wenzhou was very familiar with this movement. He had no sense of prevention when he first raised a cat. On average, he could listen to the live broadcast of "Luo Yiguo smashed the jar" twice a day.

This time, Luo Yiguo smashed the pot not the jar, but the wine.

It somehow opened the wine cabinet. A thin red wine bottle placed on the outermost side was unstable in the center of gravity and unfortunately died under the cat's claws. Although Fei Du quickly cleaned up the scene, there was still a lot of evidence in the kitchen - there was a small amount of red liquid in the gap on the floor, and there was half a red wine-flavored cat's claw print next to the refrigerator... There was also decisive evidence, the suspect cat Luo Yiguo's tail.

Although the suspect cat was shaved and bald, a tuft of hair was preserved on its head and tail tips, and the long hair on its tail tips had been dyed red.

But what if the evidence is conclusive? So what if there are many criminal records?

Anyway, Luo Yiguo's hair was shaved and his cultivation was gone. He realized that the four elements of his life were empty and there was nothing to remember. He licked his big tail in front of Luo Wenzhou, and did not take the threat of the poop shoveler seriously.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Luo Wenzhou had no choice but to lay down again without seeing it and looked at Fei Du in a dim light.

Fei Du's breathing was shallow and long, half of his face was buried in the pillow, and after closing his eyes, he could see the shape of his eyes more clearly. His soft hair was hanging down and he was lazy on his chin. He looked neither strong nor cunning, just a quiet sleeping handsome man.

Just looking at this sleeping face, you can't imagine what he has experienced or done.

Luo Wenzhou suddenly stopped sleeping, and reached out to peel off a few strands of hair on Fei Du's neck. Seeing that the terrible blood stasis had almost dissipated, only a few shallow marks were left. He stared at the shallow mark for a while, and couldn't help but rub it with his fingertips twice.

Maybe his neck was too sensitive, Fei Du hid unconsciously, and then turned over. Luo Wenzhou was afraid that he would press his ankle, which had not yet been smooth, so he quickly reached out to catch the person back and pressed it into his arms.

Fei Du seemed to be alarmed, but he was not awake. He just patted the back of his hand in a daze, tilted his head and kissed him on the neck.

Not moving again.

Fei Du, a disgusting little tricks, can be used at any time to make people look intimate, and can play a good trick when they are half asleep and half awake. Luo Wenzhou was so angry that he was kissed, and the blood flowed all over his body directly to the second cosmic speed, clamoring to escape from the gravity of the earth.

Unfortunately, at this moment, he could only hug Fei Du, stare at the ceiling and think about life, and survive the one-sided "fire out" alone.

Just when he was about to come up with a philosophical system, Luo Wenzhou suddenly realized a problem - he turned his head and looked at the small alarm clock on the bedside table. The fluorescent pointer had passed five in the morning. Logically, Fei Du was about to wake up naturally at this time of day. The sleep that was not very heavy would become very shallow. Why did he sleep so hard today?

Generally, in this case, except for Fei Du's illness, there is only...

He has drunk alcohol or coffee during the day.

Fei Du's physique is very special. Drinking a moderate amount of alcohol or coffee can refresh his mind. However, when that little bit of energy passes, if he doesn't have another cup, his previous energy will seem to be overdrawn. He will usually get sleepy early at night and sleep more vigorously.

Luo Wenzhou turned his head and looked at Luo Yiguo. He thought it was suspicious, so he carefully moved Fei Du's hand around his waist, slipped to the living room, and opened the glass cabinet where the wine glass was stored. There were nine red wine glasses of all sizes in total, arranged in three rows. Luo Wenzhou took them out one by one to check, and finally, in the innermost and corners, he found a circle of dry water stains left at the mouth of the cup.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

While the wine cabinet is not locked, you will not only destroy the corpse, but also pretend to blame a cat!

Mr. Fei's future is getting bigger and bigger.

So that morning, Luo Yiguo, who was wronged, received compensation and pension from the "government" - a box of Miaoxianbao, and the real "master behind the scenes" was interrogated by the family.

Luo Wenzhou: "Tell me the truth."

Fei Du calmly picked up a small piece of lettuce leaves in the smoked bacon strips and rolled them into a small roll: "I didn't tell the truth."

Luo Wenzhou was speechless.

Yes, after hearing the phone ring, he asked himself, "What did the dead cat throw something?" Fei Du's answer was, "You seem to have forgotten to lock the wine cabinet" - eight words, nothing wrong.

Fei Du picked up the rolled bacon rolls and stuffed them into Luo Wenzhou's mouth: "Just half a cup, I need to deal with some company affairs."

Luo Wenzhou: "No smoking, alcohol, no egg yolk pie, how did you agree to me?"

Fei Du followed the good deeds and said: "I was wrong."

"Home is not a place to be reasonable." This is Mr. Fei's basic principle of being a human being. If there are any trivial matters, he will always be the first to admit his mistakes, speak sweetly, and calm down the situation... and then whether he regrets or not depends on his mood.

Luo Wenzhou thought expressionlessly: The next sentence must be "Senior Brother, I love you."

Fei Duyou said softly: "It's okay to punish me for doing anything, but half a glass of wine is only 200 ml, so you won't be as serious as 'you're angry', right?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

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Fei Du's eyes swept over the wide neckline of Luo Wenzhou's home clothes, admired the clearly contoured collarbone and muscles, and kept leaning inside, licking the corner of his mouth: "Special service is also OK, beauty."

Luo Wenzhou rejected him with his steely willpower: "Get out!"

As a man who was separated from the low-level fun, Luo Wenzhou poured a glass of cold water and came up with a "excellent" idea, inspired by his own childhood shadow - writing check.

"At least a thousand words, handwritten," Luo Wenzhou said while changing his shoes to prepare for work, "read before dinner tonight."

Fei Du asked incomprehensiblely: "...a thousand words should be written in two hundred milliliters?"

"It's more than two hundred milliliters." Luo Wenzhou paused slightly, looked back and looked at Fei Du deeply - he wanted to say, there was also the incident of you hiding me from the suspicion; the matter of deliberately angering Fan Siyuan and hurting himself in a state of shame; the matter of almost not seeing you; and... the person you kept hollowing out at me before he could barely put in sometimes rude.

These things cannot be thought about. Luo Wenzhou felt that he was not ready to recall them carefully, so he hurriedly swallowed the following and left in a hurry.

Fei Du keenly felt his unfinished words, was stunned for a moment, holding a cane and hanging his wounded feet with bandages, and slowly walked back to the study.

Luo Wenzhou casually said that he had forgotten about this when he came back from get off work in the evening... until he saw Fei Du take out two pieces of manuscript papers that were 16 out of the box.

"Feed Du" and "Writing Check" are two words that are completely unrelated. The handwritten regular script on the manuscript paper is horizontal and vertical, with a little force, full of force, and the total number of words is estimated to be over 1,000. Luo Wenzhou reached out to answer in a mess: "You really..."

Fei Du turned sideways and avoids: "Don't you let me recite? Sit down."

Luo Wenzhou and Luo Yiguo sat side by side on the sofa, looking at each other with a look of nowhere.

Fei Du was behind his back with one hand, and he was about to take the stage to perform, and stood on one foot without affecting his performance. He was very cool. Then he took out the hand hidden behind him, and he actually took a half-open red rose, and stretched out his hand and pinned it on the collar of Luo Wenzhou.

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He had already had a premonition that the content of the "check" was, but he still couldn't believe that the person named Fei could be shameless enough to read it out.

But Mr. Fei is so shameless.

Fei Du cleared his throat and said, in front of Luo Yiguo, who looked inexplicable, he said his love letter called "Check" without any shame: "I have a cluster of flowers in my heart that are growing in the scorching sun..."

"Is there anything wrong with Fei Du?!"

“…It’s more fragrant than any fine wine.”

"Baby, let you write a checkup and you can enjoy your brother. I really think I can't cure you!"

"It's hot...ah, gentleman doesn't do anything..."

Luo Wenzhou rubbed goosebumps and transplanted Fei Du's numb diseased seedling back to the bedroom. Luo Yiguo held his only remaining tail hair for a while, and his erect ears moved along with the laughter and begging for mercy from the room, and continued to accompany the four open spaces and tail hair.

There is a cluster of flowers in my heart that are growing in the scorching sun.

More fragrant than any fine wine,

The hot fragrance drowns the scarecrow's chest,

The spirit of grass will live forever from now on.

Extra 2

A car accident broke Fei Chengyu's mind. He was bedridden for more than three years and became a crab that had been kept in the refrigerator for a long time. His skin was intact, but he had consumed himself into an empty shell.

Fan Siyuan stole him out, making him wander, and almost made him into a human body/fight/bomb. I guess he wasn't very polite to him throughout the process. The police and ambulance dug him out of the "underground air-raid shelter". Fei Chengyu was a little dying and was about to die. He was dying for several months. With a "crack" sound, he finally died.

At this time, this major case that caused an uproar during the Spring Festival has gradually emerged from the circle of friends of citizens. Fei Chengyu was disgraced and died, but he could no longer attract anyone's attention. Fei Du made the decision and took off the parts that he could still use on him and contributed to modern medical care. Everything else was simple. He found a remote crematorium that didn't have to queue up and burned him.

Fei Du's injury has almost healed, but his injured foot cannot go far or exercise vigorously for the time being, but this doesn't matter. Anyway, in Luo Wenzhou's words, the function of his feet has always been better than nothing. Although it is not very convenient, there is...it is basically useless.

The waiting area of ​​the family members of the crematorium was very simple, with basically a table and several benches. Black smoke was emitted from the incinerator. Fei Du was fiddling with a watch under the natural light of the window. When he came, Luo Wenzhou's buckle was loose and there was a reed card inside. Fei Du borrowed a fine needle from the staff and repaired it manually.

Fei Du was very calm, with cumbersome tables, small pieces of chickens and dogs, and a mess that could not be untied... Various things that could cause anxious modern urban people to collapse will not be a problem in his hands.

The small reed on Luo Wenzhou's buckle was very thin, and I don't know where it was. It took a long time to hook it out. If it was not hooked to the right position, it would bounce back again, as if it was to force the rhythm of obsessive-compulsive disorder to death. However, after repeating the above movements for more than ten consecutive times, the frequency of breathing did not change at all. When the wind flowed to him, it would automatically remained in normal air, which made people watch coldly for a while, and couldn't help but calm down with him.

"It's a bit amazing." Luo Wenzhou held his head and looked at him, thinking to himself.

Fei Du is a mental attack system. If he wants to make people think about things, he can make people think about things. If he wants to make people meditate during the day, he can make people open their eyes and enter meditation.

The small reed bounced back again, and Fei Du had no intention of impatientness. He just changed his seat slightly and accidentally bumped into Luo Wenzhou's gaze. He gave him a questionable look.

"What are you doing," Luo Wenzhou replied like a disciple, "do eye exercises."

"..." Fei Du said, "Can we focus on the crematorium?"

Luo Wenzhou said in surprise: "You actually say that others are not solemn?"

Fei Du asked back: "Don't you often say that others are shameless?"

There is nothing wrong with this logic. Luo Wenzhou was speechless and had to resort to his body - he kicked him under the table.

Fei Du hurriedly hid: "Don't mess around, I finally pulled it out, and I asked you to touch it again."
To be continued...