he came from the mirror

Chapter 129

Since Fang Ziming and Tang Yu are not people who like to cover up, the two teammates knew about their relationship as soon as they moved into the staff dormitory, and they didn't care about it.

In this day and age, it seems commonplace for someone to fall in love with a tree, as long as they give it proper understanding and respect.

Back in the community of the Special Affairs Department, Fang Ziming got out of the car first, bid farewell to the two, and then walked back to his home happily.

Tang Yu was indeed making lunch in the kitchen.

When Fang Ziming came in, Mr. Tang was holding a lollipop in his mouth and the handle of the frying pan in one hand, and quickly put the secret braised pork inside on a plate.

His mobile phone was placed on the sink next to him, and the camera was facing the stove and the dishes. While biting a lollipop, Tang Yu threw the spatula on the cutting board: "The last dish, it ended perfectly. "

Then, he raised his eyes and saw Fang Ziming who was following the scent, and immediately rolled his eyes: "You're back?"

Fang Ziming nodded, the young man sucked his saliva, and couldn't help picking up chopsticks to steal a piece of meat: "Can I have dinner now?"

"Of course, you can do it anytime." Tang Yu grabbed the phone and casually said to the camera, "My wife is back, I'm off to make out with the live broadcast." Then he turned off the software conveniently, and threw the phone back into the console.

Fang Ziming took no notice of it, put down his chopsticks and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Because the two of them didn't care much, Fang Ziming would sometimes pass in front of Tang Yu's camera, so Tang Yu's fans basically knew that this male god who refused to show his face had a boyfriend who also refused to show his face. Moreover, the voices of both of them are so frightening that it makes one's legs weak.

Fang Ziming sometimes thinks that Tang Yu's ability to have millions of fans may also be inextricably linked with his "husband of the god".

After a while, the two sat down at the dining table and shared some delicious home-cooked dishes that Mr. Tang had learned recently.

Tang Yu: "How do the braised pork and spicy chicken taste?"

Fang Ziming didn't have time to speak, so he just took the time to give him a thumbs up.

In order to increase the motivation to cook, the couple specially set up a small "game", that is, every weekend there is an activity to try new dishes. For example, it is Tang Yu's turn this week, and the new dish is Fang Ziming last week. Special requests for braised pork and spicy chicken.

Tang Yu spent a week learning these two dishes. As long as he got Fang Ziming's approval, he could ask Fang Ziming to make any two new dishes next week—of course, the difficulty should not be too great.

Therefore, Mr. Tang made the request quite naturally at this time: "Next week, I will order fish rolls in tomato sauce and Maoxuewang."

Fang Ziming was eating happily, no matter what he said, he would nod.

"By the way, when I first entered the door, I saw you doing a live broadcast." The young man picked up his meal and asked vaguely, "Did you show your face this time?"

"No." Tang Yu picked meat for him, and said casually: "The number of fans has exceeded one million, and a group of people clamored for benefits in the comment area, and they all shouted at me to show 'meat' at the top of their voices, so I started a live broadcast to satisfy them. I ordered a secret braised pork."

Fang Ziming coughed violently and almost spat the braised pork back into his rice bowl.

The young man said quietly: "They just want to see you showing your chest muscles?"

Tang Yu snorted and said, "I won't show it."

Fang Ziming coughed, pretending not to care, and said, "I heard that that website has a tradition of wearing women's clothing for millions, so it's not as good as you..."

Tang Yu paused with his chopsticks: "Huh?"

Fang Ziming glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and hinted vaguely: "I think...the dark princess dress is quite suitable for you..."

Tang Yu snorted, and murmured, "You really bought the big gift box delivered by express yesterday afternoon."

Fang Ziming looked at him expectantly: "Have you opened the box and looked at it? Have you tried it? Does the little skirt look good?"

"It was disassembled, but I didn't try it." Tang Yu said slowly: "I think your idea is very interesting, so in order to cooperate with you, I also ordered something online last night. What a coincidence, I received the goods in the morning. "

Fang Ziming blinked: "Huh?"

Tang Yu simply put down the dishes, pulled him away from the dining table, walked into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe door.

Immediately afterwards, the man took out a dark red mermaid dress from the closet, and said with a smile, "How about it, does the little dress look good?"

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming: "??!"

The young man took a step back and stammered: "You... why are you comparing it to me? I'd better go back and continue eating..."

Tang Yu fished him back, still with a mysterious smile on his face: "Obviously, baby, I really never thought that you would be so interested in women's clothing PLAY. If that's the case, how about us..."

Fang Ziming: "...I'm not, I haven't, I haven't heard of this kind of PLAY!"

Tang Yu: "Don't be shy, why are you being polite with me?"

Tang Yu: "Come on, put it on and do some shameful things with me~"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Ziming kicked off the stinky hooligan on his body, and crawled along the wardrobe mirror back to the mirror world.

Of course, this will not trouble Mr. Tang.

Tang Yu picked up the two women's long skirts, one black and one red, casually called out a long knife, swung his arm to break through the barrier between the two worlds, and immediately followed the young man into the safe house like a leisurely stroll.

Seeing this, Fang Ziming's soul was blown away, and he shouted while running, "Fuck, take that skirt for me, take it away!"

Tang Yu waved her long skirt and chased after her: "Come on, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. It's super interesting to think about the happy women's play with my husband!"

Fang Ziming: "Get out! Don't beat me—"

After that, how did the two of them drive around the world in small skirts? I won’t go into details here. Anyway, Fang Ziming left a comment on Tang Yu’s account in the morning that received countless likes. It was completely realized.

In this regard, Mr. Fang's additional comment is: "Whoever buys a small skirt in the future will be a dog!!!"

When he said this, Mr. Tang was holding an after-event lollipop in his mouth, and while cleaning up the torn rags on the ground, he showed a regretful expression.

"It's a pity, I want you to try another blue miniskirt." The man threw the cloth strip into the trash can and tried to coax: "Otherwise, when my account number reaches [-] million fans, I'll make it for the audience." Master, shall we have another welfare for women's clothing?"

Fang Ziming slapped the bed vigorously: "If you have the ability, you wear women's clothes to record videos! You wear women's clothes and press me to play. It's a fart fan benefit. This is obviously a UP owner's benefit!"

Tang Yu tried to get away with it: "Oh, don't care about these details."

Fang Ziming supported his waist, grabbed the pillow and threw it at the man.

"You continue to cook next week." He was full of grief and anger, biting the pillow towel and moaning, "I want to eat fish rolls in tomato sauce, I want to eat Maoxuewang, I want to eat Longjing shrimp and Manhanquan banquet..."

Tang Yu: "Well, well, do everything, do everything, and the little blue skirt, the little blue skirt is the finale."

Fang Ziming took a deep breath: "Whoever buys skirts again is a dog—"

Tang Yu looked satisfied: "Okay, okay, I'm a dog, I'm a dog."

Fang Ziming: "..."

day.

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Two days later (October [-]), a national park in Africa.

A gray jeep was parked in the vast field. Occasionally, a few lions would pass by the car, and would shake the huge monster with their fluffy tails, and then walk away with a lack of interest.

In the carriage, a curly-haired boy with small freckles was holding a binoculars and a compass with a sad face.

There is a national park map spread out on the passenger seat next to him, and a laptop is placed on the instrument panel. The big boy looks around and complains to the computer: "I felt like we were lost yesterday, why don't you say no?" Maybe, aha, we are now completely lost from that group of charming wildebeest."

A young boy's face suddenly appeared on the computer, and Black snorted dissatisfiedly: "Well, if you didn't chase the cheetah and kept following the herd of wildebeests, then there wouldn't be 'lost' in our itinerary at all. Such an emergency."

Tony knew he was wrong, but he still wanted to argue: "Obviously you were very moved when you saw the cheetah!"

BLACK: "...cough, let's go further north, I think we are not far from the herd of wildebeests."

Tony said quietly: "You said the same thing this morning."

BLACK: "Shut up, I've already automatically turned over this page, if you mention it again, you'll get into a fight!"

Tony: "Tch, it's as if either of us can beat the other."

Elsa, who had been sleeping in the back row, rubbed her eyes and got up from the seat: "Brother, what's wrong?"

The two brothers who were bickering in the front row immediately fell silent. Tony turned around and patted the little girl's head: "It's okay, the brothers are chatting. Is Elsa hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Elsa nodded: "I want to drink water."

BLACK pointed Jiang Shan on the computer: "Give her the bottle on the left, you've already drank the bottle on the right, it must have your saliva in it. Tony, don't you know the left and right? That's the right!"

Tony: "Please, we're going in opposite directions!"

But suddenly, Black's thoughts and Elsa's soft laughter stopped at the same time.

Tony didn't notice, and was still tinkering with the water bottle on the passenger seat: "I've been arguing with you for a long time, and I'm thirsty too, hey, what were we arguing about just now? Damn, am I suffering from dementia... BLACK, BLACK?"

Tony finally sensed something was wrong.

He stopped and looked up at the laptop on the dashboard.

BLACK's face did not appear behind the screen.

On the LCD screen glowing with cold light, a series of bright blue codes are flying rapidly from left to right, and a rectangular dialog box pops up in the middle of the screen. Tony leans his body forward, and finally sees that it is a set of countdown signs.

"[-]:[-]:[-]? What the hell is this?" Tony poked the computer case, hesitantly said: "BLACK, what are you doing, this countdown...is it the time you decide to break up with me? Are you going to break up with me? Have I broken up for two days? The longest time we had was only half an hour!"

Black didn't answer, but Elsa in the back row suddenly sobbed softly.

"Brother Tony." The little girl huddled in the corner of the back seat, trembling, said uneasily, "My back hurts...something strange is coming...in the sky, far away... Elsa is afraid..."

Tony's expression changed: "What's the matter, are there any supernatural beings around here?"

"I don't know." Elsa cried out in fright: "Elsa's back hurts so much, uh...Brother Tony, I hurt..."

Tony dropped the water bottle in his hand, climbed to the back seat, picked up the girl, and rubbed her back: "What the hell happened... BLACK, BLACK, are you okay? You won't have an accident, right?"

After a few more seconds, BLACK's voice was long overdue.

"I'm fine. But," there was a trace of exhaustion in his voice: "Tony, I'm afraid this trip will be canceled temporarily, because Elsa and I may have some trouble..."

Tony: "What the hell is going on? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

BLACK: "Please help me contact Tom and Clark...I now... need to keep in sync with a certain electromagnetic wave frequency, and I can't be distracted from doing other things..."

Tony sharply said: "Electromagnetic frequency?"

BLACK let out a low gasp: "I'm analyzing them... It seems that they are guys from other dimensions, they are looking for those meteorite fragments."

Tony was shocked: "Fuck? Alien creatures? They are looking for the Fanny Stone? No wonder Elsa kept crying about her back pain!"

The little girl's fragment happened to be somewhere on the right side of the spine behind her. Tony heard that and rubbed it vigorously, hoping to reduce Elsa's pain.

BLACK also seemed to be in pain, he took a light breath and said patiently, "Hurry up and contact other people with supernatural powers..."

Tony immediately said: "I'm going to call Tom now, but what should I say?"

BLACK whispered: "...tell them, the countdown time."

The author has something to say: The recovery day will start tomorrow = [-] =

(Chapter [-] or something, I really don’t move QVQ)

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Mr. Fang wears a skirt = a beautiful girl with a little heroism.

Mr. Tang wearing a skirt = King Kong Barbie with huge chest muscles.

Yes, it is like that.

Tang Yu: "From now on, every time I gain [-] fans, we will offer a fan benefit, what do you think?"

Fang Ziming: "I see you are thinking about farting!"

Fang Ziming: Convex = _ = Convex