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Liang Jingyi took back his hands to touch the box, pointed to the door cleanly and said to Fu Jiyao, "leave my house with your betrothal gift."

"Tut!"

Fu Jiyao, who had been sitting up straight, collapsed into the sofa again. "I can't leave you."

Liang Jingyi gives Fu Jiyao a cold look and turns back to his room to continue sorting things out.

The things he bought in the afternoon have not been sorted out. The empty bedroom has been transformed to half, and it has not been finished.

A lot of things that can't be put in the room were piled up by him at the door of the room. When he passed the bathroom, he pulled the towel off the shelf and put it around his neck and walked into the bedroom.

Fu Jiyao put the pillow aside and walked into his bedroom.

Liang Jingyi's bedroom bed is covered with a small woolen blanket like the rug in front of the TV cabinet. As soon as he went in, he sat down on the ground with folded legs and continued to work on the small shelf he had not finished.

How do you like to sit on the ground?

Fu Jiyao walked in and squatted down beside him, still thinking, what's wrong with this?

Is this the phenomenon of atavism in legend?

Ming Ming made chairs, sofas and other things to keep people away from the cold floor, but Liang Jingyi must sit on the floor.

Fu Jiyao squatted down for two seconds, Liang Jingyi put down the things in his hand and pushed him away.

Fu Jiyao didn't squat well, so he sat down on the ground.

“…… What are you doing? " He looked at Liang Jingyi in bewilderment.

Liang Jingyi picked up the shelf on the ground again, took a cold look at him and said, "you block my light."

Fu Jiyao: He thought Liang Jingyi was going to say, "you block my light.".

Since this angle is blocked by light, he will sit at another angle.

Fu Jiyao got up and sat down next to Liang Jingyi. He had to squeeze the little carpet he was sitting on and push him inside.

"Ouch Liang Jingyi was almost squeezed into it by him, turned his head and glared at him, "what are you squeezing me for?"

Fu Jiyao had no face or skin to fiddle with the pile of parts in front of him. He said casually, "you are more fragrant. I like to sit with you."

Liang Jingyi, a cool faced and handsome man, gives Fu Jiyao an expression of "freeze it quickly and then explode it into fireworks in situ". He ignores him and keeps busy with his work.

Fu Jiyao leaned against him and watched him spell things for a while. Then he tentatively reached out to touch the parts and wanted to help him.

"Don't move."

Liang Jingyi slapped his hand on the back of his hand quickly. Then, like a child protecting a toy, he moved all the parts to his side. He blocked the parts with his body and did not let Fu Jiyao move.

For a moment, Fu Jiyao seemed to see Liang Jingyi, who was protecting his toys as a child and would rather fight with other children than play with them.

Where does this strange possessiveness come from?

Liang Jingyi leaned against the edge of the bed to put together things. Without lifting his head, he said, "if you want to help, you can go to the bookshelf at the door. However, the bookshelf is not in my room, it is in the small room next to it. If you want to spell, you can go there and put it together."

"OK!" Fu Jiyao promised well.

A minute later, he moved all the simple plastic bookshelf materials into Liang Jingyi's bedroom, and once again squeezed into Liang Jingyi's side to sit and put together.

Liang Jingyi: Did you feed the dog that sentence just now

Fu Jiyao: "well, I ate it myself."