There are so many coincidences in the world. The so-called coincidences are not all encounters after people have exhausted their efforts.
How could Zhan Wuyou allow himself to suffer a bone loss for nothing
No matter how many times you practice, it still hurts.
If this idiot Chen Xi didn't come here at the right time, then he should take the initiative to go out and find trouble. ·
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"I hurt." Zhan Wuyou hugged his right hand, looking at Yan Qing with red eyes.
Yan Qingming knew that this little thing was selling badly on purpose, but the hand was really dislocated after all, and Chen Xi was so big that it hurt like a ghost, compared to this little thing, it was considered strong.
Yan Qing put the cigar on the cigarette rack and sat on the edge of the bed.
Zhan Wuyou's eyes followed him closely, and when he saw him on the bed, he leaned over and carefully half-lyed on his lap.
The well-behaved and dependent posture really satisfies some unspoken desires in the hearts of men.
"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have always wanted to see you knowing that Master Yan is kind-hearted." Zhan Wuyou threw a bunch of rainbow farts first, and then took advantage of the situation to get the phone thing back, "Put the phone I let you here because I thought you could come and see me."
He quietly raised his head, observed Yan Qing's expression, and boldly added, "I took the time to get ready."
prepared? What are you preparing for
Yan Qing is now very sensitive by this child, as long as the two of them stay together, they can talk about that matter without a few words.
Sure enough, Zhan Wuyou held his hand and began to induce people to touch him, "I've already lubricated it, don't you really want to try it? I'm still a little burnt, it's very hot inside..."
If the child hadn't had a fever and broke his hand, he really wanted to throw him away now!
What kind of unlucky thing, every day, my mind is full of yellow waste!
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Yan Qing's silence encouraged Zhan Wuyou's courage.
He wound up like a snake.
Yan Qing silently let him coil herself up, her gaze passed over his limp right arm, and she put her hand on his shoulder calmly.
Zhan Wuyou didn't feel anything wrong, he just thought that Yan Qing was also ready to move, after all, he has always recognized the ability of lover.
Until he was laid flat on the bed by Yan Qing, and when he was about to take off his clothes, there was a sudden 'click' on his right shoulder, and the pain immediately rushed to the top of the sky.
"Okay, okay." Yan Qing was worried that the child would be afraid, and put his arm back when he endured his drowning.
After receiving the hand, he saw that his whole body was shaking violently, and he still didn't forget to gently comfort his arm with his fingertips.
Zhan Wuyou's little face turned pale in pain, his heart was warm and he wanted to say countless swear words, but when he saw Yan Qing's handsome face, he silently swallowed the swear words back into his stomach.
Forget it, Lao Gong is so good-looking, so stop scolding him.
"Don't use your right hand these days." Yan Qing comforted him and let go of the man, turning her head to worry that he was acting like a monster again, and directly pressed the three quilts that hadn't been taken back firmly.
Zhan Wuyou raised his head from the thick quilt, and his left hand pressed under the quilt was still trying to pull Yan Qing, sticky and still wanted to continue what he hadn't finished just now.
Yan Qing is a normal old man, how can he stand up to such teasing? Seeing the hand that got out kept reaching towards him, his face darkened, "Lie quietly, if you dare to make another sound, go back to Zhan's house!"
Yan Qing's expression didn't look like she was joking, Zhan Wuyou didn't dare to pluck his beard when he was angry, silently retracted his hands under the quilt, calmed down and became a good baby again.
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But he didn't perform this show today to let Yan Qing set his bones for him.
He had to make the man take himself with him when he went to France.
Zhan Wuyou's eyeballs rolled around, and he stopped making a sound, but his eyes followed Yan Qing.
Yan Qing didn't change her expression when she was stared at by him, what should she do. Sitting on a chair, holding the French book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, reading for a while and taking a sip.
If you are interested, you can even light a cigar...
Zhan Wuyou's patience is fine, Yan Qing reads books, he reads Yan Qing.
The two lived until twelve o'clock in the evening.
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Yan Qing came back from the shower and lay down on the bed.
Zhan Wuyou leaned over, but he pushed him away mercilessly, "Be quiet."
How can Zhan Wuyou rely on him
As long as he is given a chance, he will be able to slip through the cracks. He can tell that Lao Gong is in a good mood, so he can't help but move forward.
"Still sleeping? Cultivating immortals?" Yan Qing left a small night light, and the dim light glowed with a very shallow warm light, which unexpectedly made this night a little more warm.
"Master," Zhan Wuyou gently leaned his head on Yan Qing's broad shoulders, thinking in his heart, "When are you going to punish me?"
"In a hurry to get beaten?" Yan Qing's voice was so charming in the night.
Zhan Wuyou's ears were numb from the irritating voice, and his small mouth was sweet as hell, "As long as you hit me, I'm willing to suffer."
Yan Qing carelessly brushed Zhan Wuyou's short silky hair, "In a few days."
How many days will it last? Yan Qing returned from France in a few days.
"You can't choose a day to hit the sun, let's do it today!"
Yan Qing has never met such a little thing as Zhan Wuyou, whoever sees him in this way is not like a mouse seeing a cat. As for him, he keeps sticking up and doesn't say anything, all kinds of flirtatious words are still on his lips, and he is still rushing to let himself beat him, what a cheap bone.
"Hit me," Zhan Wuyou asked sincerely, "Do you need to go to a special room? Or is it okay here? After you hit me, I can really follow you."
this kid...
The night can always give birth to tenderness that is not available in the day.
Yan Qing lowered her head to look at him, Zhan Wuyou's brows were dimmed by the warm yellow night light, as if there was a trace of worry.
He rarely slowed down his voice, "The Zhan family, is it bad for you?"
Zhan Wuyou was stunned.
Yan Qing also asked him in her previous life, but after the two exchanged feelings...
How did he return back then
"It's good, but no one treats me better than you."
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Yan Qing was silent for a while.
Except for the special 'first time', his love for this child is more for the weak, just like meeting a poor little milk cat who was injured on the side of the road. He met the best person in the world for him.
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Zhan Wuyou looked at Yan Qing's loving gaze, and suddenly became clever.
It's been sold too badly.
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Yan Qing brought out a rare trace of warmth in the night.
He caressed Zhan Wuyou's face lightly, and said with pity in his tone, "If you want to stay in Yan's house, then stay."
"Master," Zhan Wuyou retracted his bitterness, hugged Yan Qing seemingly touched, but his body began to slide limply. "Can I stay by your side? No matter where you go?" The voice was buried under the quilt, and gradually sank.
He stuck to Yan Qing's body, and followed the lines with distinct texture...
The most effective way to deal with an old beast like Yan Qing is to pretend to be weak, the weaker you are, the weaker he is.
And the best time for a man to speak is usually after he is refreshed.
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Early the next morning, Zhan Wuyou was taken into the torture room by Yan Qing.
Yan Qing did it herself and beat him ten times.
The sound penetrated into the flesh, and the power was amazing. Zhan Wuyou's cry of pain attracted countless pairs of ears.
Just when everyone thought that this little thing had lost Yan Qing's favor, Zhan Wuyou took a seat on the plane to France in the afternoon.
[The author has something to say]: Wuyou: Did you see it? This man, who can't be called a patient, has been defeated by me.
Yan Qing: I... no... forget it!