[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 170: Serious

Custard or something, it's easier.

Li Fei took the time to look outside, the bedroom door was closed, and there was no movement inside.

- This morning, I "unexpectedly" tried again.

was filming before, for the sake of his own state and Jian Hua's body when working, Li Fei didn't make the last step for more than a month. The lover is around, but he can only eat tofu when he sees it every day, and he can't eat it casually, he has to eat it in an inconspicuous part, don't even think about it above the neck, and when filming action scenes, even the chest and arms are dangerous areas. This kind of torture, if it weren't for Li Fei's extraordinary willpower, he probably wouldn't have been able to endure it.

When you come to Huaicheng by plane, you will sleep with your head covered as soon as you get home, and when you wake up after a full night's sleep, there will be a "willpower" temporary runaway incident, which is also normal.

Jian Hua's home in Huaicheng was unharmed.

This community is garrisoned by mushrooms, and the abandonment of the world has lasted for several months, and there has been no sign of destruction here, and even the damage level of the entire Huaicheng is far lower than the national average, so Huaicheng, a city that originally developed by film and television base tourism, suddenly became the new economic center of the entire province.

The hottest is the real estate market in Huaicheng, whether it is new real estate or second-hand housing, prices have risen again and again.

The housing prices in this community of Jianhua have increased tenfold, and if it were not for the close attention of the relevant state departments, and the blocking of those boastful advertisements, and the setting of new guidelines for buying houses in Huaicheng, then there would be more people who come here (living here will not encounter natural disasters) to grab houses.

Think about it, the ground under your feet, the dilapidated buildings where you live every day, the average price is rising every minute, this feeling is really exciting, and it was still difficult to rent out last year!

Li Fei hopes that Jian Hua will pay more attention to housing prices and not brush Weibo to surf the Internet or anything, because his jokes with Liang Jun have been brushed everywhere.

Tossing so hard, in addition to the consistent black hand of Guangshi Group, many people in the circle have made a contribution.

The corners of Li Fei's mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile.

- Don't you just want to find out about his backstage?

According to their ideas, if Li Fei really hooked up with a powerful person, from Li Fei's reaction, he must be able to find out some clues and find out the situation. So Liang Jun was kicked out as a target, regardless of whether he was Li Fei's lover or not, there was no better object anyway, so he was it.

"I'm really disappointing you, so-called backstage...... It's a mushroom that doesn't know which space to sweep in. "

Li Fei smiled as he picked up the basket and threw the drained mushrooms into the soup pot.

Mushrooms that can be eaten, it's so nice.

At this time, Li Fei's mobile phone began to vibrate, he looked down and found that the ordered mattress had been delivered - it was said that the feeling of sleeping on his poster was really subtle, oh, and he had a lot of rain with Jian Hua on the cheap mattress on the poster, which is hard to describe.

Li Fei couldn't throw away the poster of General Wu.

There should be a lot of custom-made, thick enough mattresses!

Li Fei turned off the fire, wore a mask and a coat and went out, and the mattress was a big object, and the delivery master had to carry it upstairs.

The afternoon sun shone through the window, and the soup pot had boiled before, and even when the fire was turned off, the lid was still vibrating at a small frequency - no, the shaking was somewhat unusual.

"Smack." The lid of the pot was pushed open a slit.

The heat overflowed and filled the entire kitchen.

When the white mist cleared, a mushroom crawled out of the chicken soup slowly, and it shook its body, followed by a second round mushroom, which left the pot one after another, and then drilled into the corner, pulled into mycelium, and hidden.

When Jian Hua woke up, Li Fei was signing the receipt form, a mattress was erected in the living room, the kitchen smelled of chicken soup, and the egg custard in the rice cooker was ready.

"Where did you buy the chicken, it's so fragrant?" Jian Hua was puzzled.

Why is the whole house smelling of chicken soup, even the bathroom is no exception, it's like wiping the floor with chicken soup.

Li Fei looked inexplicable, he went back to the kitchen to check, and found that the chicken soup was missing by one-third, and there were suspicious water stains on the ground and the cooking table.

Looking at Jian Hua who was brushing his teeth, Li Fei felt that the "suspect" could not be him, Jian Hua's personality would not make such jokes at all.

Li Fei puzzled the chicken in the pot with a soup spoon, who is this, who secretly drank the soup, didn't eat meat, only swallowed mushrooms?

Wait, mushrooms?

Jian Hua heard the sound of a soup spoon falling to the ground in the kitchen.

"If you can't cook, don't cook." Jian Hua said vaguely, rinsing the toothpaste foam in his mouth with water, and when he turned around to go out, he felt something wrong at his feet, as if he was bound by something.

Submit.

A chubby, white mushroom leaned at his feet, smelling of chicken soup.

"Oh no, mushroom ......"

Li Fei rushed into the door, and the second half of his sentence was swallowed back when he saw Jian Hua.

Half a minute later, he said with a blank face, "I'll go buy some edible mushrooms and come back to stew soup." "

"Forget it." Jian Hua subconsciously spoke, and he could drink chicken soup without mushrooms.

"No, I must eat mushrooms today! Mushrooms that can be bitten can be torn apart, stewed and won't run away on their own! "

"......"

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The author has something to say: Mushrooms returning to their hometown: refuse chicken soup, start with me

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[People who don't understand what mobile phone connection transmission and computer transmission are, and they don't bother to study the code, why this kind of author didn't die is really an unsolved mystery]