If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi lowered his head and glanced.

Really, those traces have disappeared.

Not only that, his waist is not sore at all, and his body is not painful at all!

Is this the strength of high-tech material physical dolls?

a!

He no longer has to worry about being unable to get out of bed after a long night!

Song Chuyi couldn't help but feel happy, and a bright smile bloomed on his face. In Ji Feng's eyes, it became a sign that he didn't like the traces he left.

Ji Feng's eyes became redder and redder, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"Do you hate me so much?"

He murmured, lowered his head, and bit his shoulder.

Song Chu sighed softly as he was in pain.

"No no!"

he explained quickly.

"I just think this body is pretty good, hahaha, my waist is not sore at all."

As he spoke, he took Ji Feng's hand and touched his abdominal muscles.

"There are also abdominal muscles, this body is simply amazing!"

He said it excitedly, but in Ji Feng's ears, it had another meaning.

"Is your waist not sore?"

He slowly raised his head and looked at Yiyi.

The bright young man has a bright smile, which is beautiful and attractive.

Some evil thoughts are looming.

He pressed on Yiyi's abdominal muscles, his voice still had a hint of crying, and there was a hint of refusal in his words.

"Since Yiyi's waist is not sore, how about I leave some traces for Yiyi?"

Now that they are gone, print them again.

Song Chuyi:...

If I had known earlier, I would not have said that my waist was not sore.

But Ji Feng obviously didn't give him a chance to explain. His lips fell heavily on his shoulders and he struggled again.

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The national painting competition ended with the victory of "Youth".

The organizer invited Ji Feng to attend the award ceremony, but Ji Feng refused.

He used to come every time because he wanted to win the championship and see everyone's crazy eyes for him.

But now, he just wants to leave his mark on Yiyi.

The traces of this damn high-tech material will disappear without a trace in less than a day.

As long as he kisses less, the traces will disappear.

It takes at least two days for him to receive the award. How can he have the time to receive the award?

Ji Feng's refusal surprised everyone.

As the most grand and grand competition in China, the painting competition can be said to be highly anticipated.

Even being shortlisted is enough to honor the family. Unexpectedly, Ji Feng won the championship and was unwilling to attend the awards.

This made the public's impression of Ji Feng even deeper.

It is normal for a person who can draw a "wife" not to show his face.

He must be drawing their "wife's" new clothes!

There was no need for the organizer to explain, everyone had already found a reason for Ji Feng.

So this painting competition ended in such carnival and silence.

The original painting of "Youth" has been collected in the National Museum, and only 1,000 people are allowed to watch it from a distance of more than three meters every day.

In the past, no one cared about the museum. Since "Youth" came in, tickets have to be grabbed a month in advance.

People who made reservations to grab tickets were waiting in line for two years, which is no exaggeration.

This wave can be described as a win-win situation for all parties. Even Song Tianhua was praised several times by the teacher.

In the end, Song Tianhua was also entrusted with an important task. From now on, it will be left to him to urge Ji Feng to submit his drawings!

As a rule, the annual champion is required to submit a painting every month.

Of course, all profits from the paintings belong to the artist himself.

Although Ji Feng has won championships in the past, he was painting landscapes at that time.

He is particularly good at this, and will basically hand over a year's worth in the first month.

But this time it was different. This time it was figure painting, which Ji Feng was not good at, so Song Tianhua's teacher Qian Dingzhuwan asked Song Tianhua to supervise Ji Feng more.

Song Tianhua waited at home for a week and sent several messages to Ji Feng, but did not get a clear reply.

He couldn't help but come to the door.

Different from the empty and bright yard half a month ago, the originally quite large yard was filled with all kinds of things.

There were barbecue racks and barbecue pits, and Song Tianhua even saw a sealing machine.

There is a meaty aroma in the air, like the aroma of pork belly being grilled until it becomes sizzling and oily.

Song Tianhua swallowed his saliva.

He remembered that Ji Feng only ate vegetarian food. What was the smell of meat in the air?

"what?"

A strange voice sounded.

Song Tianhua subconsciously looked for the sound and saw an extremely good-looking young man holding a skewer of barbecue in his hand and looking towards him in confusion.

Song Tianhua suddenly stood up straight, like a soldier being reviewed by a general.

At this time, the young man spoke.

"Are you here to see Ji Feng?"

Song Tianhua came to his senses and responded quickly: "That's right, I'm here to see Mr. Ji."

"He is grilling meat." Song Chuyi looked towards the kitchen, "What do you want from him?"

Song Tianhua almost bit his tongue when he heard this.

Grill...barbecue?

Is it the barbecue he knows?

He couldn't imagine the way the hands holding the paintbrush looked like holding the skewers.

Song Tianhua's expression was dazed for a moment, and he murmured: "Let me ask Mr. Ji when can he submit new paintings?"

Song Chuyi nodded after hearing this, "Then wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, he entered the kitchen.

But he came out again after a minute.

Behind him was a man, who turned out to be Ji Feng.

But Song Tianhua also felt that the man with an apron on his waist and two skewers in his hand was not the Ji Feng he knew.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky.

It was daytime, he shouldn't be dreaming, right?

"Mr. Ji?" Song Tianhua called tentatively.

Ji Feng glanced at him and responded lightly, "Yeah."

He handed the kebab in his hand to Song Chuyi, his eyes fell on his exposed wrist, and he pursed his lips.

Song Chuyi followed his gaze and handed over his wrist very skillfully.

"Bite it."

Ji Feng lowered his head and placed his lips on Song Chuyi's slender wrist, embellishing the red marks.

Song Tianhua opposite looked shocked.

After not seeing each other for half a month, Ji Feng actually started eating people?

Ji Feng quickly let go of his mouth, looking at the marks on the fair skin, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He finally gave Song Tianhua a look.

"looking for me?"

Song Tianhua stated his purpose.

Ji Feng frowned after hearing this.

"I won't hand it over."

Song Tianhua felt his eyes darken and almost fainted.

He was most afraid of hearing this sentence.

Not paying? How can he go back and explain to the teacher if he doesn't? !

With a "pop", Song Tianhua knelt down in a very hopeless manner.

"Brother Ji, Mr. Ji, Grandpa Ji, we have to pay it forward!"

His action startled Song Chuyi, and he subconsciously leaned towards Ji Feng.

Ji Feng easily put his arm around his waist and held him in his arms.

At the same time, he said, "I have no inspiration and don't want to submit."

Song Tianhua: It’s over. He will be scolded by the teacher when he goes back.