My Dragon

𝕮⃟Hapter 17

𝕮⃟𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 17

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘：My Dragon
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥：我的龙 (Butterfly Mage)

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Fei Cheng parked his car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator upstairs. When he reached the first floor, the elevator door opened and his brother walked out with Hannibal on his lead.

“You’re walking the dog this late?” Fei Cheng bent down and rubbed Hannibal’s head. “Besides work, you’re only interested in this dog.”

Fei Zheng didn’t pay any attention to him.

“Brother,” Fei Cheng announced impatiently. “I’ve rented an apartment in the Dong Fang Residence, and I’m moving out to live alone.”

Fei Zheng glanced at him. “Give me a reason.”

Fei Cheng said, “I am more than 260 years old. What is the point of living with you? Besides, you like peace and quiet. With me bouncing around in front of your eyes all the time, do you really think that’s peace and quiet?”

Fei Zheng patiently listened to his voice and said indifferently, “Tell the truth.”

Fei Cheng smiled with a wry face, but also a little embarrassed. “Just…I recently met someone I like, and I want to try to develop in the direction of impurity.”

Fei Zheng said, “The one yesterday?”

Fei Cheng nodded, “I’ve only known him for a week. I don’t know if I like him yet, but somehow I think he looks very nice, and I’m comfortable with him. It’s just that he’s looking for an apartment, and I want a chance to bring him around first. He just fell out of love. It is estimated that in a short period of time he will not want to find someone, so I will take advantage of his healing time to brush good feelings, and when the good feelings are full, it is logical to get together.” Fei Cheng laughed a little, “He might be quite ordinary-looking, but he is very sought-after. Even the picky Shen Chong wants him, and there are people who want to make him their sugar baby, but he refuses. Isn’t he very innocent and not pretentious?”

The elevator door opened.

Two people walked out.

“What’s the name?” Fei Zheng asked.

“Nan HuaiLin,” Fei Cheng said. “Nice name, isn’t it?”

The two men stood in the foyer changing their shoes, and Hannibal was already running in.

“What does he do?” Fei Zheng asked again.

“An actor,” Fei Cheng said. After a pause, he added, “Ming Xi’s.”

Fei Zheng was silent for a brief moment and said, “I see.”

Fei Cheng said, “So I’ll move out tomorrow?”

Fei Zheng walked inside, “Whatever.”

Fei Cheng let out a cheer, “Yes!”

Fei Cheng went to the pool for half an hour, then took a shower and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his bathrobe, gently shaking the glass of red wine in his hand and staring out the window at the night.

He was never easily moved, but this time his heart was easily moved by Nan HuaiLin, which was actually a bit absurd. The reason for this, he thought, had a lot to do with the two spring dreams, especially the second one, which was so realistic that he could still recall some of the details of it. Dreams were wish fulfillment, an aimless extension of self-consciousness during sleep, which would naturally permeate from real life when in the dreaming state. Dreams and reality, they interact with each other. He had Nan HuaiLin in his dream, so he wanted to get him in reality too, no problem.