The Male God Taught Me How to Raid Him

(END) Chapter 62 : Dependance

Feng Yu was very calm and didn't think there was anything wrong with him suddenly taking out a bunch of small umbrellas.

Jiang Putao was shocked, he didn't know that Feng Yu had bought this kind of thing, and bought so many!

He pushed the small umbrellas to the corner of the suitcase as if stealing his ears, covered them with a few more clothes, and then closed the suitcase and zipped it up.

His face was very red, and he lowered his head. He wanted to ask Feng Yu, but he was afraid of what would happen.

It was Feng Yu who walked over first, and suddenly lowered his head and bit Jiang Putao's ear.

Jiang Putao trembled all over, and immediately covered her ears with her hands.

"You..."

Feng Yu simply sat behind Jiang Putao, wrapped his arms around Jiang Putao, and hugged Jiang Putao into his arms, sitting on his lap.

"I know it's still not possible, but you have to practice how to use it first." Feng Yu said.

His voice was low and deep, and his thin lips were pressed against Jiang Putao's ear. He spoke a sentence very slowly, the first half of the sentence made Jiang Putuo feel relieved, and the second half of the sentence made his whole body tense.

practise?

How to practice?

Is it the exercise he thought of!

Feng Yu didn't explain to Jiang Putao, but reached out and hooked Jiang Putao's chin frivolously.

Jiang Putao was distracted by Feng Yu's few words, let those little umbrellas stay in their suitcases smoothly, and followed them to Jiang Putao's house.

Because of school troubles, Jiang Putao couldn't go home often. Jiang's parents missed their youngest son very much. When they opened the door and saw Jiang Putao and Feng Yu, they pulled them in with great enthusiasm.

Mother Jiang wiped off the snowflakes on Jiang Putao and Feng Yu with towels, and then pushed their backs to let them go to the sofa to stay.

On the sofa, Jiang Tingyan had returned to China a few days ago and was sitting there watching TV. Seeing Jiang Putao and Feng Yu walking in, he nodded normally.

Feng Yu looked around the living room with green eyes. The living room was decorated with all kinds of pendants full of New Year's atmosphere, with the word "Fu" pasted on it, and the TV was playing a program. Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were busy in the kitchen together. never experienced.

He was pulled by Ginger Grape and sat on the sofa, with a bowl of cut fruit stuffed in his arms.

"Here, let's watch TV together. Although I don't like watching TV very much, I still have to watch it during the Chinese New Year."

Feng Yu looked down at the fruit bowl in his hand again, and a wonderful feeling slowly surged in his heart, warm , like a gradually expanding sponge filling his heart, he didn't feel uncomfortable, but rather comfortable and soft.

It turns out that this is the Chinese New Year.

Jiang Putao also held a fruit bowl, and leaned against Feng Yu's shoulder in a particularly unimpressive manner. She ate a few grapes by herself, and gave Feng Yu a few from time to time. Pat Feng Yu to signal him not to be distracted and pay attention.

Jiang Putao was laughing and making noises, and could feel Feng Yu's tense body slowly relaxing, and later she could point to a certain joke on the TV with him and chat.