Feng Mang

Chapter 125: Determine the relationship

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Wang Zhongding stroked Han Dong's neck, and a force pushed him down on the bed. The whole person sat on him, put his hands around Han Dong's shoulders, and his pupils were filled with flames.

"Are you done yet?"

Han Dong looked confused, "Did I provoke you? I fucked myself...

Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhongding interrupted.

"Why are you so flirtatious?"

The first time Han Dong heard Wang Zhongding speak in such a mocking tone, he felt it was over. You even said this kind of thing, it's clear that you want to drive me away!

As a result, Wang Zhongding kissed him in the next second.

Han Dong didn't expect it at all, and he was immediately caught up in the circle. This turning point came too suddenly, didn't it

And Gu Wang Zhongding's kiss was not at all what he imagined, he thought that a mellow elite like Wang Zhongding would have a rigorous approach when they were relatives. The result was exactly the opposite. Wang Zhongding kissed without logic and rules, and his actions were eager and rude, which could be called "gnawing".

He gnawed and gnawed until it reached Han Dong's mouth.

The two of them stopped at the same time.

Han Dong said, "I'm awake now."

"I know." Wang Zhongding panted heavily.

Han Dong deliberately asked: "Then are you embarrassed?"

"I can't pull it down."

"What if you can't pull it down?"

"Hold it."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhongding buried his head, officially pried open Han Dong's teeth, and sucked his tongue hard with his mouth. The two male bodies are entangled together, the seductive long legs are clamping the strong waist, sparks are flying between the grinds, and the eyes are full of JQ...

Wang Zhongding's mouth suddenly hit the sensitive spot on Han Dong's chest without warning, and Han Dongshuang shivered, wrapping his arms around his solid neck in order to continue.

And Wang Zhongding's hand, after countless "exercises" in dreams, finally officially climbed onto Han Dong's leg.

From the knee to the inner thigh, the heat ignited along with Wang Zhongding's palm.

"Touch this..." Han Dong couldn't wait to pull Wang Zhongding's hand between his legs.

Wang Zhongding didn't respond to him, but instead pulled Han Dong's hand up, "You do it yourself."

Han Dong was dissatisfied, "Why don't you touch it?"

Wang Zhongding said that he was not used to it, but he just wanted to see Han Dong make a fuss.

When he had seen enough, he pretended to have a look of disbelief, "You're stupid, it's more enjoyable if you do this." Then he took it for granted.

Changed a hand, the feeling really is not the same.

Han Dong was so excited that he tugged on Wang Zhongding's pants, "I want to see you fuck yourself too"

He felt that a forbearance faction like Wang Zhongding had the pleasure of breaking taboos doing this kind of thing.

In the end, Wang Zhongding flatly rejected it.

"Then I'll help you." Han Dong said.

At first Wang Zhongding pushed and shoved, with a repulsive expression on his face.

When Han Dong grabbed it, he frowned instantly, and rushed to pinch the two round meatballs with his hands.

The fire burned all the way to the eyebrows.

Wang Zhongding's long-suppressed infatuation finally vented at this moment, and he called Dongdong indistinctly.

Han Dong immediately raised his head, "How do you know my English nickname?"

"English nickname?"

"Cool stuff!"

Wang Zhongding pushed Han Dong's head down again, and covered his smile with his mouth.

Han Dong found a particularly lovely thing about Wang Zhongding, that is, every time Han Dong didn't look at him, his face was full of enjoyment and intoxication. As a result, when Han Dong cast his gaze away, he became serious again.

So, when he felt that Wang Zhongding was about to vent, Han Dong kept staring at him. That downright bad look in his eyes made Wang Zhong Ding wish he could eat him.

Finally, Wang Zhongding made a manly gasp. The moment he was released, he looked at Han Dong with tenderness.

Later, like a big dog, Han Dong grabbed Wang Zhongding's neck from behind and did not let go. He tilted his mouth into Wang Zhongding's ear and whispered, "Boss Wang, you shot a lot just now."

Wang Zhongding glared at Han Dong sideways, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

Han Dong hung on Wang Zhongding's body even more recklessly, his feet drooping on the ground, and he was carried into the bathroom like noodles.

"You use that nozzle." Wang Zhongding said.

Han Erlaizi held onto Wang Zhongding's nozzle and did not let go, "I just want to use yours."

Wang Zhongding had no choice but to go to another one.

As a result, Han Dong followed in a hurry.

In the end, the two of them still washed under the same nozzle. Han Dong asked Wang Zhongding to wash him, and said, "You have been showering me these days, and I can't even wash myself."

"What can't be washed? I just help you remove the color, and I didn't waste your hands."

"That's not as clean as you."

Han Dong saw Wang Zhongding picked up the shampoo, and then praised: "After you rub my hair, my hair is soft all day long."

Wang Zhongding snorted, "That's my shampoo, what does it have to do with who washes it?"

"It doesn't matter. After your hand stimulated my scalp, I feel that my whole body has light."

Wang Zhongding: How lazy are you

Finally, he squeezed the shampoo into his hands.

Back in Wang Zhongding's bedroom, Han Dong remembered and asked, "Why is Xixi so quiet today?"

Wang Zhongding said, "I told him you won't come today."

Only then did Han Dong remember to ask, "Then why did you bring me here?"

Wang Zhongding didn't speak.

"I see, you have planned a long time ago, deliberately pretending to be with me...Han Dong hummed narcissistically," I wouldn't have bothered to surprise you if I knew it earlier. "Surprise me?" "Wang Zhongding looked puzzled.

Han Dong picked up three balls of paper towels stained with filth, and showed them off in front of Wang Zhongding, "Did you see that?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhongding asked.

"What's the matter?" Han Dong stared exaggeratedly, "This is three shots in a row, are you here?"

Just finished speaking, I bowed my head again, it's already here...

It was another "intimate interaction", and Wang Zhongding felt that not only was he not tired, but he became more and more energetic.

Han Dong was not to be outdone, his big eyes stared at him all the time, as if he was afraid of running away in the blink of an eye.

"I said Mr. Wang, do you think you've sneaked me?"

Wang Zhongding gave him a sideways look, "Who sneaked you?" I just entered the house to help.

Han Dong reached out to grab Wang Zhongding's big bird, and Wang Zhongding quickly slapped his hand back. Han Dong chuckled, and soon became quiet again.

But Wang Zhongding asked at this moment: "Why are you crying today?"

"Crying? When did I cry?" Han Dong didn't speak bluntly, he really forgot.

However, Wang Zhongding was troubled all the way because of Han Dong's cheap tears.

Han Dong remembered, "You said it was at the finale banquet? I saw everyone crying, so I'm sorry not to cry.

But Wang Zhongding clearly saw all the people coming out of the hotel smiling.

Han Dong explained again: "I'm not very emotional, sometimes a line of poetry can make me cry."

"Is it the three hundred Tang poems?" Wang Zhongding asked.

Han Dong laughed dryly, "How do you know?"

Wang Zhongding didn't want to talk about him anymore, he only had so much knowledge, and he always showed it off.

"Okay, let's go to sleep."

Han Dong asked worriedly: "You won't turn your face and deny people after you wake up, will you?"

"Have I recognized you?" Wang Zhongding said.

Han Dong's big curly hair exploded, "What are you talking about?"

Wang Zhongding deliberately turned his back to him.

Han Dong really hugged him.

Early the next morning, as soon as Xixi got up, she quickly went to Han Dong's room to inspect the situation. Seeing that the bed was empty, I was relieved. Dad really didn't lie to me.

As a result, Xixi found several discordant things on the cabinet.

"What's this?" Sisi muttered curiously while unfolding.

Han Dong was still asleep in Wang Zhongding's room, and the diligent Xixi had already had breakfast with his father.

"Father, you have to take your medicine on time." Xixi said caringly.

Wang Zhongding looked puzzled, "Take medicine? What kind of medicine?"

"Cold medicine."

"Who said I had a cold?"

"I found a lot of snot paper in the room where Uncle Braid lived."

Wang Zhongding, "Oh, that's it, thank you son."