Song Annian frowned slightly, "I'll do it."

"You won't..."

"I can do it," Song Annian pushed his glasses, "I can already do it."

It doesn’t matter if Fang Ka is lost, and it doesn’t matter if he loses money.

Quan Yan even deliberately gave him cards. Only Song Annian and Fu Simian were playing cards. At first, Song Annian was won by Fu Simian and frowned. Yang Shangchen asked him to drink water. He slapped him and waved his cup open, "Don't disturb me."

Zhou Shike held his cheek and the winner was basically 4.5 each in Fu Simian and Song Annian, and Fang Ka and Quan Yan shared the remaining 0.5 equally. Song Annian was indeed smart. He watched by his side for a while and surpassed Yang Shangchen's experience for more than ten years.

But in the end, Fu Simian won, and he handed the cards to Zhou Shike and said, "Go and buy them."

Yang Shangchen was stunned when he looked at the two of them for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, "Where do you two treat us as cash machines?"

Fu Simian bent the corner of his mouth.

Yang Shangchen: "Fuck, Song Annian, let's go, no wonder these two dogs can be tied together."

Song Annian touched A Zhou's dog head, "It's still early."

Zhou Shike pushed a glass of wine to him, "Try it?"

"I don't know how to drink." Song Annian looked puzzled.

“This wine is not high.”

As soon as we met, Song Annian knew nothing about these people, and he did not expect that the first time we met Zhou Shike in a semi-official manner, Song Annian raised her head and drank the wine, pursed the corners of her lips, "I feel that the degree..." is high.

Among these gangsters, a real little white rabbit actually came.

Innocent.

"What did you ask him to drink? He obviously won't drink it." After seeing off several light bulbs, Fu Simian played with the mahjong in his hand and asked Zhou Shike in a faint tone.

Zhou Shike curled up in the soft little sofa next to Fu Simian, "Try it, I can see that he really wants to try it."

Fu Simian lowered his eyes and looked into Zhou Shike's eyes as if covered with a layer of water vapor.

He raised his eyes lightly, "Where are you? How much have you drunk?"

Zhou Shike leaned his head back and his neck tilted into a beautiful curve. He took out two empty wine bottles from behind, a bottle of fruit wine and a bottle of Moutai, without a drop left.

The aunt holding a snack that had just finished the exam showed fright when she saw the two empty wine bottles in Zhou Shiye's hands.

"Oh, my little ancestor, why did you finish drinking it? Mr. Song will teach you a lesson when he comes back." The aunt hurriedly put down the snacks and ran to the kitchen to cook sober tea.

Zhou Shike lay on his back on the sofa and looked at his cell phone, "I want to go climbing the mountain."

"Are you going?"

Isn’t he asking nonsense? When will Fu Simian let him go out alone?

"Yes." Fu Simian was still playing his mahjong.

"Then let me see which mountain to go to." Zhou Shike pulled the guide on his mobile phone. In fact, he didn't go to the mountains. He has traveled around many famous scenic spots in China, but he rarely went to the mountains.

He had also proposed to Fu Simian before, but Fu Simian always refused because he had no time.

In fact, it’s not that there is no time. No one will really have no time unless he dies tomorrow.

Zhou Shike was still comparing where to play more easily. Fu Simian had already pinched two mahjongs. He squatted beside Zhou Shike and stretched out his hand to rub his face. His palms were hot, Zhou Shike's face was soft, and although his movements were gentle, it made Zhou Shike feel itchy.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Shike rarely showed angry eyes. Most of the time he is used to saying "You want to die."

"The express delivery arrived yesterday, I went to get it." Fu Simian said suddenly.

The air around seemed to heat up due to this sentence. Zhou Shike pulled down his sweater collar and felt a little hot. He glanced at Fu Simian strangely, thinking that the other party was asking for praise, "It's great." He was false and perfunctory.

Fu Simian's hand penetrated along the hem of her sweater and pinched the soft flesh on Zhou Shike's waist, "It was a black fluffy tail..."

Tail?

What tail?

Zhou Shike's gaze stopped. He looked at Fu Simian, and suddenly remembered that they had indeed discussed topics about interest last month. They were in the room and they fought with each other in their arms. Whoever lost would get the tail and crawl on the ground to show them.

In fact, Fu Simian gave in to Zhou Shike in everything now. Zhou Shike thought about Fu Simian's appearance of wearing a tail, and agreed when his mind was hot.

He could not beat Fu Simian, and Fu Simian didn't let him go, but Fu Simian didn't mention it after that, so he threw this matter behind his mind.

Zhou Shike shrank back, "When did you buy it?"

Fu Simian picked up Zhou Shike's hair on his temples with his hands, his eyes dark, "After betting with you, I'll find someone to customize it. I think black is more suitable for you. The artificial fur used is very good, very soft and smooth."

Zhou Shike laughed, put down his cell phone, and said to Fu Simian: "Why take the joke seriously, Brother Fu?"

"But I took it seriously," Fu Simian murmured as if he was sighing. He stared at Zhou Shike, his eyes for a moment, making Zhou Shike feel like an antelope under the claws of a lion for no reason. "A Ke, what you said, I'll crawl to me."

Zhou Shike knew Fu Smien's virtues, and the principle of giving in should be explained.

"Climb! Climb! Can't I climb?" Zhou Shike threw away his cell phone, broke free from Fu Simien's arms, and stepped on the floor barefoot, "Can I still talk without keeping my word?"

Fu Simian stood up and looked at him.

He wants to kiss A Ke.

He always feels that he is not close enough.

Zhou Shike didn't notice it. He walked as he spoke, his pace getting faster and faster, and then rushed directly to the guest room, "I can't speak...Fuck Fu Simian! You are a dog, you run so fast?"

Before he could run a few steps, he was caught back by Fu Simian. He directly bought the bottom and hugged him like a child. Zhou Shike wrapped his legs around Fu Simian's waist and was afraid of throwing it down. He made a fuss for a few seconds. Fu Simian kissed him and calmed him down.

Having entered the room, Zhou Shike lowered his head, put his hands on Fu Simien's neck, and panted, asking, "Did you wear your tail on your waist?"

Fu Simian smiled. He could hold Zhou Shike with one hand, so he went down with the other hand and gently pressed it somewhere, "It's not worn, it's inserted." Fu Simian was also panting, and his eyes became darker and darker with the breathing.

Zhou Shike regretted it.
Chapter completed!