Auxiliary super fierce

Chapter 29

When Fang Chi woke up, Wen Tu was no longer on the bed, and he reached out to touch it. It was cold next to him, and he must have been up for a long time.

He suffered from insomnia very late last night. After falling asleep in a daze, a scene of the prince fighting the witch to save the prince was staged in his dream. When he kissed the prince at the end, the prince's face suddenly turned warm.

This is incredible.

Because Fang Chi watched the battle from a third perspective.

He just watched the prince kiss Wen Tu's lips, and when he almost touched Wen Tu's lips, he woke up.

After waking up, it's hard to say whether it's luck or something else. The only feeling is that you don't talk nonsense before going to bed. This is the reason why you can think about it every day and dream at night.

After washing up, Chi went out and saw grandma greeted her first, before saying, "Where's Wen Tu?"

"Cooking," grandma said helplessly, "I told you to get up and cook, but he entered the kitchen immediately, and couldn't even shout."

"He's quite stubborn." Fang Chi smiled, and walked all the way to the kitchen to observe the results of the support. If the kitchen is blown up, a young life can be saved.

Wen Tu is frying eggs, the taste is unknown, but looking at the calm and breezy look, without completely covering his hands with his sleeves, he can tell that this person must be an old hand.

Fang Chi looked at it for a while, then walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Want to help?"

Wen Tu didn't notice that he came in at all, and suddenly his whole body trembled when he was patted on the shoulder. He stabilized the spatula in his hand and looked back at Fang Chi: "You can serve some porridge."

"How early did you get up?" Fang Chi clicked his tongue, turned around and went to the cabinet to get three bowls, "I'm still making porridge."

"It's not too early." Wen Tu said, he also took out the eggs, sprinkled some black pepper, and it looked pretty decent.

These were the only ingredients he could find at Fang Chi's house, and the cooking was relatively simple, so that when Wen Tu finally sat at the dinner table, he was still thinking, if only he could go out and buy a few buns while the porridge was cooking.

You still have to cook the porridge yourself.

Wen Tu bit the tip of his chopsticks, watched his grandma take a sip of the porridge, then took a bite of the poached egg, and was seriously waiting for grandma's evaluation when Fang Chi next to him spoke first.

"It's fine, I..." Fang Chi swallowed back the words that came to his lips, "Let's go warm."

Wen Tu: "It's just porridge, it's very simple."

"Where is it?" Grandma swallowed her mouth and said with a smile, "Fang Chi cooked porridge for me last time. After cooking for a long time, when I opened the pot, the rice was rice, and the water was water. You can't cook."

After a pause, grandma pointed to the poached eggs and continued, "The heat is pretty good."

Only then did Wen Tu relax, pursing his lips and smiling.

After dinner, grandma went downstairs for a walk by herself, chatting with the old ladies in the same community, leaving only Wen Tu and Fang Chi at home.

Fang Chi came out after washing the dishes, and found that Wen Tu was staring at a picture framed in the living room in a daze. He dried his hands and walked over, asking, "Do you see what is written?"

Wen Tu just saw that the word was pretty, but didn't understand it, so he shook his head: "I don't understand this."

"Yeah." Fang Chi smiled, "My dad doesn't understand either, so they put this up here."

Seeing Wen Tu looking at him suspiciously, Fang Chi couldn't help but raised his hand and patted Wen Tu's head twice: "This is written by my grandpa, 'Aqiu's rice tastes bad' I guess my dad and the others are watching This looks pretty good, so I hung it up."

Anyway, grandpa's handwriting was scribbled, and no one could understand it except grandma and Fang Chi, so Fang Chi didn't remind Fang Zaidong.

Every time I go home and see the words of Deputy Grandpa hanging on the house, I feel very kind, just like going back to when I was a child and lived in my grandfather's house.

"Hey," Fang Chi said, "I'll write you a copy."

"Will you?" Wen Tu asked.

"Yes." Fang Chi brought Wen Tu into the study, "I grew up with my grandpa. My grandpa loved these things and taught me a little bit. I can't say I'm proficient, but I'm sure I can pretend to be cool." OK."

Fang Chi casually took out a pen, spread out the paper, looked up and asked Wen Tu, "What are you writing?"

"Anything." Wen Tu said.

Fang Chi thought for a while and started to write.

Wen Tu watched the nib of the pen fall on the paper, forming a character stroke by stroke. He couldn't understand what Fang Chi was writing, so he couldn't help but look away, and fell on the person who wrote it.

Fang Chi wrote very casually, without even frowning, and was very focused. His eyes were fixed on the pen tip on the paper, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to reflect a bottomless lake, calm and deep.

Fang Chi has beautiful eyes.

"Okay... what are you looking at?" Fang Chi put down his pen, looked at Wen Tu and smiled.

"It's nothing." Wen Tu came back to his senses and looked at the paper.

The words on the paper are horizontal and horizontal, and left and right, but they are combined together, which is somewhat incomprehensible.

"Come on, let me read it to you," Fang Chi cleared his throat, and said angrily, "Wen Tu's cooking is so fucking delicious!"

Look carefully and write an exclamation point at the end.

Wen Tu didn't expect him to write this, and he was stunned for a long time before laughing: "Crazy."

Fang Chi also laughed.

……

Wen Tu only stayed here for a few days and was about to return to his home for the New Year. During the period, the two invited Yi Fan out for a meal. They didn't know what kind of physique the jungler had. They gained weight again after a few days of seeing each other Son.

"What are you doing?" Fang Chi shook his head as soon as he saw him, "Fat up for the New Year and wait to be slaughtered?"

"What do you know?" Yi Fan snorted, "I can lose weight."

"Oh." Fang Chi didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he turned and went into the barbecue restaurant.

Yi Fan turned his attention to Wen Tu again, eager to help him say something so that the atmosphere would not be too embarrassing.

Wen Tu: "Oh."

Yi Fan: ...

At the end of that meal, Yi Fan couldn't even walk, and it was Fang Chi who helped send him back.

It was raining lightly on the day Wen Tu left, and the fine rain slapped on the umbrella, or was blown onto people's faces by the wind, and the assistant, who was already afraid of the cold, wanted to shrink his whole face into the scarf.

"Send me a message when you arrive." Fang Chi sent him to the airport, and instructed, "Don't forget."

Wen Tu nodded.

The airport was noisy, Wen Tu was wearing a mask, maybe he said something in a low voice, but Fang couldn't hear clearly.

"You said it's been stuck together for several days," Fang Chi said, "What if I miss you?"

Wen Tu looked at him sideways, and after a few seconds of silence, he pulled off his mask, exhaled and said softly, "Call me when you miss me."

Fang Chi's hand holding the umbrella was tight, and his eyes slid from Wen Tu's bangs that were blown up by the wind to the tip of his nose that was red with cold, and finally fell on his lips.

"Ah." Fang Chi looked away awkwardly, "Then I promise to make ten calls a day to express my miss."

Wen Tu pulled back the mask and nodded: "Okay."

After watching Wen Tu enter the security check, Fang Chi freed a hand and rubbed his face.

It’s over.

he thinks.

The feeling of one showing off the remaining blood really came.