The vase cannon fodder is favored by the group again

"Wang Wang!"

As soon as the door was opened, a black figure rushed up, Wei Shuo was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

Yang Ning quickly half-kneeled on the ground, caught the big fat Samoyed, and rubbed the top of the dog's head affectionately: "Little Yuanbao, do you miss Dad?"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Samoyed wagged his tail wildly in excitement, panted heavily with his tongue out, and looked at Wei Shuo with sparkling eyes.

Wei Shuo felt something was wrong, so he quickly took the opportunity to hide in the house, but the Samoyed broke away from his master's arms, ran towards Wei Shuo with a smirk, and threw him on the sofa amidst his terrified screams.

"Fuck! Go away go away!"

Like his master, Yuan Bao was big and strong, lying on Wei Shuo's body and happily licking his face, a pair of big claws almost pressed Wei Shuo into cardiac arrest, and Wei Shuo's double chin popped out in fright.

Yang Ning came over after changing her slippers, couldn't hold back the smile, and leisurely watched the fire from the bank with her arms folded.

"Yuanbao is so cute, you're afraid? Little spicy chicken hahaha!" Yang Ning sneered mercilessly.

Wei Shuo gritted his teeth, and the top of his head was about to burst into flames: "You two are waiting for the young master! Damn you, don't lick it!"

He was screaming and struggling desperately, but Yang Ning gradually calmed down, and his eyes gradually dimmed as he looked at Wei Shuo.

Wei Shuo was so angry that his cheeks were flushed, but his staring eyes were moist, making his mouth dry. Yang Ning stared at Wei Shuo's upturned handsome neck, feeling itchy in his heart.

"Woooo..." Samoyed panted heavily, making a sticky moan, and his claws holding onto Wei Shuo's clothes became more and more forceful, and he seemed a little anxious.

Wei Shuo sensed that something was wrong, and it wasn't until he found Samoyed shaking his butt against him that Wei Shuo suddenly realized——

He was completely mad: "Damn it! It's in a tantrum! You hurry up and get rid of it!"

Dogs in estrus tend to bite people, so Yang Ning was awakened, came over and hugged the dog, and knocked on its small head with her fingers to teach: "Old pervert, can you fuck this? Your dad can fuck it." ——Oh shit!”

Yang Ning was kicked violently and fell on the carpet with Yuan Bao. The dog father led the pup and looked at Wei Shuo pitifully. Yang Ning yelled, "Why do you abuse me? I'm helping you teach Yuan Bao a lesson!"

"My mother is violent..." Wei Shuo's forehead was throbbing with veins, thinking that it would be better to kill Yang Ning, a bitch, and pretend to be bitten to death by a dog.

He lowered his head and began to look for the murder weapon in his hand. He didn't notice that Yang Ning got up, rushed over and hugged Wei Shuo's waist, and pressed him firmly on the sofa.

"Fuck—"

Wei Shuo almost vomited blood, Yang Ning was much heavier than Samoyed, and bent one leg to hold Wei Shuo down, preventing him from moving.

"..." Wei Shuo began to think about how to lure the dog out. When the time came, he would kill Yang Ning first, then catch the dog and stew it, so that the two silly dogs could go to heaven to reunite.

He took a deep breath: "Are you sick? Get out!"

Yang Ning pretended not to hear, curled the corner of her lips, and sniffed his neck vigorously: "...It smells like mint smoke and a bit of toffee, so it doesn't make Yuan Bao so excited."

"Hurry up and get the hell out..." He got too close, which made Wei Shuo a little flustered, and pushed Yang Ning's fluffy head with his hand.

The rapid and hot breath sprinkled down, and occasionally the high bridge of the nose or the soft lips would rub against each other. Wei Shuo was teased to breathe rapidly, his Adam's apple slipped uncontrollably, and Yang Ning gently bit his mouth.

Hmm... the taste is really good.

"!!!"

Wei Shuo frowned, grabbing the back of Yang Ning's hair like pulling weeds, Yang Ning screamed in pain, "Wrong, wrong! Don't grab it and you'll be bald!"

The arm around his waist was loosened, and Wei Shuo let go, and kicked the person away with a bad face.

At the end, I couldn't help scolding him a few words, and the pinnae of the ear where the hair was hidden was very red.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The Samoyed has turned around dissatisfiedly since the master jumped on it, and at this moment, he is excitedly wagging his tail around Wei Shuo, sticking out his tongue and moaning.

Wei Shuo folded his hands and feet vigilantly, and shrank in the corner of the sofa: "Stay away."

"Hey, don't miss Mr. Jinzhu." Yang Ning pushed the dog away and took it to the kitchen: "Yuan Bao accompanied Dad to make tea. Wei Shuo, do you want black tea or green tea?"

"Whatever! Just keep an eye on your dog!" Wei Shuo roared through gritted teeth.

Yang Ning threw over a pair of cotton slippers, with a light blue pattern of a cute dog. Wei Shuo glanced at Yang Ning's feet—they were pink cat slippers. Yang Ning looked weirdly cute wearing them.

The corner of Wei Shuo's mouth twitched, aren't these couple slippers?

Yang Ning took Samoyed away and locked him in the kitchen by the way. Wei Shuo was finally able to relax on the sofa and look around the entire living room.

The decoration style is very simple, but the room is messy, with pet supplies, paper and pens thrown everywhere, the wine cabinet and TV cabinet are full of messy decorations, and there are a lot of snacks and dirty clothes spread on the sofa.

It looks lazy and sloppy, or maybe there is no time to tidy up?

Wei Shuo lowered his head again, glanced at the dog cotton slippers he had just put on, and frowned.

The sound of slippers being tapped approached from far away, and Wei Shuo asked casually, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes." Yang Ning came back on a cotton mop, took two mugs in her hand, and put them on the tea table.

Wei Shuo frowned, and casually said, "Your house is such a mess, why doesn't she tidy it up for you?"

Yang Ning raised her eyebrows, smiled without saying a word.

"..." Wei Shuo suddenly realized that what he said just now smelled a bit like green tea.

With his fingers curled up in embarrassment, Wei Shuo lowered his head and swallowed, "Just kidding."

"Come on, how could it be a joke?" Yang Ning said with a smile in her voice, "Drink your tea first, and then clean up your boyfriend's room immediately after drinking."

Wei Shuo reacted instantly, turned into anger from embarrassment, and threw a big pillow over Yang Ning's face.

Yang Ning threw the pillow back, and it happened to be patted in Wei Shuo's arms: "I'm not right? You entrusted me to raise me, isn't that the relationship with me?"

Wei Shuo: "The sponsorship relationship has expired, and the principal is no longer interested in you."

Yang Ning blurted out: "But I'm interested in you."

Wei Shuo looked at him in astonishment: "...huh?"

Yang Ning's mouth is obviously faster than her brain, and she didn't expect to say it.

After a moment of dull expression, he straightened his chest up and accepted Wei Shuo's death stare.

"I just like you a lot, do you understand now?" Yang Ning pretended to be calm: "...Aren't you very smart? You don't understand this?"

"..." Wei Shuo parted his lips slightly, and was suddenly stumped by Yang Ning's words, his brain was struggling to function.

He picked up the steaming tea, took a sip, and behaved dignifiedly, but he was actually quite flustered inside.

Thinking about it this way... Yang Ning has indeed been crossing the line recently, and he is almost used to it.

"I'm so handsome that you bend over? Hehe..." Wei Shuo's sarcastic voice was a little weak.

Yang Ning covered her mouth and coughed a few times, a little embarrassed: "I'm ashamed to say it, maybe...you were right? I used to talk to you all the time, but I didn't pay much attention to it. You're quite...ahem, you're pretty. "

After he finished speaking, he curled his fingers to cover his mouth, and his eyes wandered elsewhere.

A shy look.

The corner of Wei Shuo's mouth twitched, and he remembered this guy's ultimate face-dog attribute, thinking that was why he became a die-hard fan of Xiao Ci back then.

"You may be blind, Xiaoci looks better than me... Wait, you don't dare to attack Xiaoci, so you decided to start with me?"

Wei Shuo put down the cup with a "smack" and said angrily, "Damn bitch, wretched man, if you dare to make small remarks, you will step on my corpse first!"

Now it's Yang Ning's turn to be speechless: "Have you passed the tenth level of brain training? Do you know what a mother fan is? I reasonably suspect that you are jealous!"

Wei Shuo became angry from embarrassment: "Be jealous, if I go out out of jealousy, I will be hit by a car!"

"Damn it!" Yang Ning quickly covered his mouth: "You are too vicious, I'm just teasing you..."

Wei Shuo immediately spat on the palm of his hand, Yang Ning gave a nasty "Hey" sound, but didn't take her hand away. Instead, she wrinkled her nose and rubbed Wei Shuo's mouth forcefully, making Wei Shuo's mouth full.

Wei Shuo: "..."

He exploded in an instant, and opened his mouth to bite Yang Ning's big hand.

Yang Ning hurriedly ran away in embarrassment, Wei Shuo got up and put on a pillow and chased after him. Two childish ghosts were jumping around in the living room, yelling and making a lot of noise. The Samoyed who was locked in the kitchen watched through the glass partition, anxious Hit the wall.

The elementary school chicken war ended with Wei Shuo twisting his foot and falling.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it for you."

Yang Ning tried her best to hold back her laughter, helped the limping man to sit on the sofa, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and took an ice pack to cool Wei Shuo's ankle.

Although Wei Shuo looked reluctant, he didn't resist and obediently stretched out his feet.

Yang Ning looked up at him, and smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up: "Look, you look really good when you shut up. You are such a handsome guy, but it's a pity that you have opened your mouth."

Wei Shuo lowered his eyes to avoid his overly hot eyes, and the tips of his ears turned red.

He kicked Yang Ning's shoulder with his uninjured foot, and said angrily: "Damn wretched man, let me crawl."

Yang Ning was happy: "There is Yuanbao climbing for me."

Just as Wei Shuo was about to stab him a few more words, the phone in his pocket rang. It was his father.

"..." Wei Shuo stared blankly for a while, then connected.

The other end of the phone was very quiet, Wei Shuo knew that his mother must be listening, so he stubbornly remained silent.

"Oh..." Dad sighed, "Suo Bao, are you with Xiao Ning now?"

Wei Shuo snorted as an answer.

Yang Ning came over and said, "Uncle, don't worry, he's at my house, so he's warm."

"Okay, that's good, thank you Xiaoning!"

Yang Ning showed her trademark grinning smirk: "It's okay, I'm Shuo Shuo's partner, I should take care of him—"

Wei Shuo quickly blocked his mouth, the other end of the phone seemed to be choked, and it took him a long time to speak again: "Uh...that's really, really troublesome for you. Shuo Bao, let me have a few words with him."

Wei Shuo's mood was disturbed by Yang Ning, and he didn't have the mood to keep silent any longer, so he responded lightly.

"...You had a quarrel with your mother just now, and my father heard it too. Your mother will feel bad if this happens, alas."

"I've talked to her. Your mother may have expressed it in the wrong way, and she didn't mean to force you."

"In short, Dad is here to speak for your mother. As long as you are happy, you can do whatever you want, okay, dear son?"

Wei Shuo didn't say anything, not knowing what to say.

Dad carefully asked again, Wei Shuo frowned, deeply entangled.

Seeing this, Yang Ning picked up the conversation: "Uncle, Shuo Shuo is still thinking about it, please let him calm down first? He can stay with me tonight."

"Okay, okay, please trouble Xiaoning!"

……

Wei Shuo's eyes were obviously stunned. He looked down at Yang Ning who was talking on the phone, and he felt sour and soft from the soak.

Why does he always make his own decisions... Wei Shuo was in a complicated mood as he picked his nails.

"Hey, Wei Shuo!" Yang Ning hung up the phone and waved her hand in front of Wei Shuo's eyes, "Wake up!"

Only then did Wei Shuo come back to his senses, but he was hooked by the handsome smile on Yang Ning's face, his fingers nervously curled up and pinched into his palm, and the pounding of his heart was very clear.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll let you try my cooking." Yang Ning reached out and pinched his face.

Wei Shuo slapped away his intimate hands uncomfortably, then pursed his lips and stiffened his hands, maybe he was a little too much.

Yang Ning has helped him so much, yet he still acts so unfamiliar, it will hurt Yang Ning's heart...

Wei Shuo never expected that one day he would be so indecisive.

Fortunately, Yang Ning didn't care, got up and rubbed Wei Shuo's hair again, half teasing and half teasing: "Little hot chicken, you're still shy..."

"..."

Wei Shuo bared his small canine teeth viciously at him, and the uneasiness he felt earlier disappeared immediately, and he kicked him away with gritted teeth.

Yang Ning tossed and tossed in the kitchen for half an hour, and came out with a few dishes, and the rich aroma immediately filled the air. Wei Shuo, who was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, paused and looked up in shock.

"Eat." Yang Ning smiled at him from afar.

Wei Shuo walked over suspiciously. The dishes on the table were all pretty good. They were just simple home-cooked stir-fries, which made Wei Shuo, who was used to delicacies from mountains and seas, hungry.

He obviously doesn't even bother to tidy up the room, yet he knows how to cook?

"Yes, you." Wei Shuo gave a rare sincere compliment, sat down and picked up a piece of fried meat to taste, the taste was not inferior to that of his aunt's cooking at home.

Yang Ning propped her cheeks, seeing Wei Shuo stuffed her cheeks so cutely, she couldn't help laughing.

"Eat slowly." He chuckled softly.

A plain but tangible sense of happiness spread warmly from Yang Ning's heart. Ever since he came to G City alone at the age of 16 to work hard in the music industry, he hasn't had this feeling of home for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the one who gave him a warm sense of belonging in the end turned out to be the deadly enemy who once quarreled with each other.

Destiny is wonderful.

He said lightly: "My parents are both teachers. I used to cook for my sister. Do you still agree?"

Wei Shuo didn't have time to answer, so he continued to grill rice.

Yang Ning smiled more gently, quietly staring at the person opposite, the room was peaceful, happy and quiet.

"Eat more, don't lose your strength later." Yang Ning suddenly broke the silence.

"?" Wei Shuo almost spat it out. After swallowing it with difficulty, he raised his head and looked at Yang Ning in shock: "You, what did you say?"

Yang Ning stood up abruptly: "Are you full? Go and rinse your mouth, I can't wait."

"No shit! Wait! Hey, hey!"

Wei Shuo had no room to resist, looking at the tempting food, he wanted to cry but was carried away by Yang Ning.

After Wei Shuo was forced to rinse his mouth, Yang Ning pressed him on the bed and kissed him desperately. Wei Shuo was almost out of breath.

"You fucking first... stop! Damn it!" Wei Shuo desperately pushed his shoulder.

Wei Shuo was dizzy, Yang Ning was driving too fast, and he wasn't even mentally prepared, the door was welded to death.

Yang Ning moved away a little, her laughter was deep and hoarse, and she deliberately provoked Wei Shuo: "No way? You still don't know what I want to do? You are better than me."

"Bah! I've been through a lot of battles, okay?" Wei Shuo rolled his eyes, and urged, "It's the most troublesome virgins who teach you how to mess with me. , Just play with you."

Yang Ning raised Wei Shuo's hand and kissed the back of it: "Then please teach me more, senior."

Yuan Bao frantically scratched the door outside the house, and even started howling wolves, but the two immersed in the house were unconscious, embracing, biting and kissing, exhaling hot and intertwined, and tearing each other's clothes in extremely rough movements.

Yang Ning straightened her upper body, panted heavily and took off her home clothes, revealing her well-trained lean muscles, covered with thin sweat.

He leaned over to gnaw on Wei Shuo's collarbone, breathing unevenly: "Not to mention, you little black skin is getting more and more attractive, very sexy."

Wei Shuo would be very proud if the fans in the live broadcast room said this, but at this moment, Yang Ning said...he started to plan how to darkly shark Yang Ning.

"If you don't do it, get out." Wei Shuo looked away from his flushed face and stared at the guitar standing by the wall not far away.

The rough fingertips brushed against the skin, Wei Shuo shuddered, and stubbornly continued to remain silent.

"That's too much of a disadvantage, here we come." Yang Ning sucked a mark on his neck hard, and unpacked it with a smile.

Yang Ning's skills are very good. She patiently performed the pre-sex scene for more than half an hour. During the whole process, Wei Shuo hardly felt any pain. curl up.

After one time, Wei Shuo was so tired that he hummed and pushed Yang Ning.

Although Yang Ning didn't enjoy herself to the fullest, she hugged her tenderly in her arms contentedly.

"It's so warm." Yang Ning smiled in a low voice, her heart was filled with warmth and fullness, and she didn't want to let go of Wei Shuo.

"Crazy..." Wei Shuo rolled his eyes, obviously Yang Ning's body was hotter, like a furnace.

Yang Ning kissed the corner of Wei Shuo's mouth and changed the subject: "How did you feel just now?"

"Cut..." Wei Shuo rolled over like a salty fish, rolled out of Yang Ning's arms and turned his back to him, and said in a strange way: "You're quite proud? How many people do you have to sleep with before you can do this? Has Renbao raised her before?"

Yang Ning smiled, and made an exaggerated sniffing gesture on purpose: "Oh—why is it so sour, where does this smell of vinegar come from?"

Wei Shuo became angry from embarrassment: "...Fuck off! It's so dirty!"

Yang Ning couldn't help laughing, and rolled the person back with her long arms: "Dirty? Then you have experienced many battles, aren't you also dirty?"

Wei Shuo choked suddenly and stammered, "I... am different from you!"

Yang Ning deliberately teased him: "What's the difference?"

Wei Shuo couldn't tell, so he had to play tricks: "I'm so bored, I'm going to sleep, get out!"

Before he finished speaking, he was about to get under the quilt, but Yang Ning quickly caught him up.

Yang Ning rubbed back and forth on his neck, breathing warmly, and her voice was full of smiles.

"Actually, I only have you. Those are all learned from watching movies."

"..."

Wei Shuo's heart beat faster when he was hit by these words, and he pushed his head unnaturally, not wanting to be noticed by Yang Ning: "Shut up, it's none of my business..."

Yang Ning bit his Adam's apple, and said vaguely, "What about you?"

Wei Shuo pouted his neck and said stiffly, "Master has experienced many battles."

Yang Ning bit her mouth lightly, raised her head and smiled: "Hey, a person who has experienced many battles, can't even breathe when kissing?"

Wei Shuo who was exposed: "..."

So Yang Ning got a ruthless kick and fell gloriously to the carpet.

It was extremely cold at night, Wei Shuo hugged the stove tightly in his sleep, and Yang Ning woke up several times in the middle of the night.

Yang Ning was not annoyed, she patted Wei Shuo's back lightly to coax him with sleepy eyes, and even evoked a contented smile in her hazy consciousness, as gentle as water.

When the two woke up in the morning, they realized why they felt cold.

It was snowing outside.

The heavy snow covered the entire city of G gently overnight, and it was still flying against the morning light, miraculously falling suddenly.

Wei Shuo sat cross-legged on the bed with his upper body bare, looked out the window and smiled, "I've grown up so much, it's the first time I saw snow in City G, and it fell so heavily."

"Yes." Yang Ning propped her chin, lay on her side on the bed, focused and tenderly looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window: "That's great."

Wei Shuo felt very cold after a while, and got back into the bed again, sticking his cold upper body to Yang Ning's body viciously: "Stinky idiot, I will freeze you to death!"

Yang Ning tightened her embrace, lowered her head and kissed his forehead: "It's not cold, it's so warm."

Wei Shuo: "...?"

After warming for a few minutes, Yang Ning got up, stepped on the pink cat slippers to wash and prepare breakfast.

Wei Shuo huddled under the blanket with peace of mind, lying on the place where Yang Ning had just slept, his whole body was warm, and he fell asleep again in a daze.

I don't know how long he slept. Wei Shuo felt that Yang Ning was shaking him hard, so he reluctantly opened his eyes.

"Suo Shuo, I have prepared a surprise for you, get up quickly."

"I'm not going..." Wei Shuo frowned, and put the quilt back on.

Yang Ning pulled him out and laughed heartily: "No, no, hurry up!"

"Are you a primary school student?"

Wei Shuo was so annoyed that he got up helplessly and put on his clothes with resentment on his face.

Yang Ning found a hat, earmuffs, mask, and scarf... and put them all on Wei Shuo. When she led him downstairs, she followed a big bloated doll.

As soon as he stepped out of the corridor, a gust of cold wind rushed towards him.

Yang Ning pointed to Wei Shuo not far away, and smiled brightly at Wei Shuo, "Isn't it pretty? Am I powerful?"

Wei Shuo stared at it blankly. There were two clumsy little snowmen holding hands. The shape was very simple.One has been sprinkled with dirt, making the snowman a little darker, and the other has stones inserted on top of its head, which seem to be in the shape of dog ears.

Yang Ning pinched it, it must be him and herself.

Why are you working so hard, how did you make it look like a real couple...

The cold wind made Wei Shuo's eyes astringent, and he felt a little sour. He said in a low voice, "It's beautiful, it's amazing."

Yang Ning was overjoyed immediately, and proudly raised her nose to the sky.

Neither of them were wearing gloves. Yang Ning was holding Wei Shuo's hand tightly. The fingertips on his palm were cold and rough, but they gave people a sense of security and completely blocked the cold wind for him.

"Hello, Yang Ning."

Wei Shuo pulled his neckline down, and Yang Ning was forced to lower his head, speaking inexplicably, but his lips suddenly felt warm and soft.

The kiss in the snow was about to leave, and Yang Ning heard Wei Shuo's hoarse voice, which was vaguely nasal.

"I think I like you a lot, too."