When he got home, Wang Jin put the things he bought in the supermarket into the refrigerator.
There were only a few lonely apples in the empty refrigerator, but they were quickly squeezed aside by the newly bought milk, eggs, and bread.
Wang Jin put away his things and closed the door. Seeing Yan Rong watching from behind, he smiled and said, "Breakfast for the next two days should be enough."
Yan Rong was stunned, and said: "Enough."
When he lived here before, he found that Wang Jin never entered the kitchen and did not eat three meals at home. Later, he was hospitalized because of appendicitis. In the hospital, he heard the words "Director Wang regards the hospital as his home" from the nurses. I am used to solving the problem of eating in the hospital restaurant, which is only a ten-minute drive from the hospital.
Just now Wang Jin bought these things for breakfast in the supermarket, is it because he came
It would be a lie to say that there were no accidents. He lived here for seven or eight days before the Spring Festival, and he had never received such treatment.
Wang Jin washed the box of strawberries and put them in a fruit plate, and handed them to Yan Rong, who then took one and put it in his mouth.
Wang Jin said, "Is it sweet?"
Yan Rong nodded and said, "Sweet."
Wang Jin smiled, took one to eat, and said, "It's sweet."
He put the strawberry aside, stretched his hand over, wrapped around Yan Rong's waist, hugged his buttocks, and let him sit on the dining table with his feet dangling in the air.
Yan Rong became nervous and said, "Do you want to be here?"
Wang Jin moved closer, smiled and said, "You eat strawberries."
Yan Rong didn't know how he was going to play, and sat there at a loss.
Wang Jin fed him a strawberry, and he subconsciously bit it.
Wang Jin slowly unbuttoned his clothes, only two of them were unbuttoned, and he stopped when his snow-white neck was exposed. He fed another strawberry into his mouth, and leaned over to suck kisses on his neck.
There was a little pain and a little numbness, and the sweet juice of strawberries flowed between the lips and teeth.
Wang Jin's fingers teased his sensitive parts through the clothes, felt his slight trembling, slowly put his lips against his ear, and said softly: "You are sweet too."
After playing, Yan Rong ate more than a dozen strawberries. Because he couldn't control it gradually, the strawberry juice flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his uniform. The dark coat was okay, but the white shirt inside was stained to pieces pink.
Wang Jin took off all his clothes, fearing that he would catch a cold, wrapped him in an air-conditioning blanket, and carried him upstairs to his room.
After a month, the two got together again.
Maybe it was because the interval was too long, maybe the foreplay was too sensual, Yan Rong's body was frighteningly sensitive, Wang Jin just fiddled with it a few times, his body tensed up, and he climaxed just like that.
Wang Jin was afraid that he couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped temporarily, hugged him in his arms, gently patted his back, and asked, "Why so fast? Haven't you masturbated for a while?"
When Yanrong heard this word for the first time, his classmates would use masturbation or masturbation instead. The Chinese teacher had never taught it, so he didn’t quite understand it at first, but the word was too concrete, and he knew what it was after thinking about it for a while. mean. He felt a little embarrassed, and whispered: "No, I don't like that."
Wang Jin chuckled and said, "Is that what you like?"
Yan Rong was even more shy, unwilling to open her wet eyes, and said in a deceptive way: "I don't like it either."
Wang Jin leaned over with a smile, kissed his eyes, and said, "Our Yan looks are so cute."
The tips of Yanrong's ears also turned red.
Wang Jin was not in a hurry to continue, so he whispered sweet and intimate words in his ear.
The two were lingering and didn't know what to do when the mobile phone placed by the bed rang.
Wang Jin took it over and looked at it, frowned, and said, "Your father."
Yan Rong lay quietly on the pillow, thinking, which one
Wang Jin answered the phone, opened his mouth and said, "I have received your son, and he has already returned home."
Yan Rong opened his eyes, it was Liang Xi.
Wang Jin and Liang Xi knew each other very well, and his tone of speech sounded different from others, saying: "I've already taken him to dinner... Now at home... What do you think you can do?"
Yan Rong got up slowly, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Wang Jin, and looked out the window.
He just realized that he didn't even close the curtains, so he started doing it. He went over and drew the curtains.
Wang Jin looked at him and said, "It's nothing else... I don't rest on weekends, I'll come back at night... I won't forget to check his homework... Okay, let's get together when I have time."
When Yan Rong heard that he had finished beating, he turned around and said, "Brother Liang Xi?"
Wang Jin threw the phone on the bed and made a thud. He said: "It's him, asking if you have eaten, I'm afraid you won't do your homework well."
Yan Rong lowered his head and said, "Perhaps Brother Bo Tu asked him."
He stood naked by the bed, the red tide on his body due to lust had not faded.
Wang Jin said: "Come here."
He raised his head and saw that Wang Jin was still up high, so he knelt on the edge of the bed and climbed onto the bed again.
Before he lay down, Wang Jin stretched out his fingers, poked his belly, and said, "You can still see this."
It was the incision of the appendix minimally invasive last time, and it has healed, but the skin surface has not yet fully recovered, and the sides are all white, only the three small spots are pink flesh-colored.
Wang Jin touched it lightly a few times.
Yan Rong asked: "Will there be scars?"
Wang Jin looked up at him and said, "Are you afraid of leaving scars?"
Yan Rong was a little afraid of scars on his body, so he said stiffly: "I'm not afraid, I'm a man."
Wang Jin laughed and said, "This kind of small wound usually won't leave scars, so don't worry."
Yan Rong said: "I'm not worried."
Wang Jin asked, "Are you afraid that the person you like won't like it?"
Yan Rong was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Wang Jin to ask this.
What does he like about Liang Xi? Liang Xi ignored him all day long.
Wang Jin was really curious, and said, "You told me before that you have someone you like."
Yan Rong: "...um."
Wang Jin said: "What kind of person is he?"
Yan Rong looked at him strangely, and said, "It's not like you anyway."
Wang Jin smiled: "What does that look like?"
Yan Rong sat sideways and said, "He's very handsome."
Wang Jin said, "What else?"
Yan Rong stared at the wall opposite the bed in a daze for a while, and then said: "His eyes are only on his lover, who is loyal, passionate, and single-minded."
Wang Jin's lips moved, but he was unable to speak.
What Yan Rong likes is actually the way Liang Xi loves Bai Tu.
"What about you?" Yan Rong asked suddenly.
Wang Jin: "...me?"
Yan Rong turned to look at him and said, "Where is the person you like?"
Wang Jin smiled and replied, "I don't have anyone I like."
Yan Rong said: "Where... what about Mr. Jin?"
He remembered that the man who came to find Wang Jin with his suitcase said that his surname was Jin when he introduced himself.
The smile on Wang Jin's face faded, and he said, "I don't like him anymore."
Yan Rong grasped the point: "Is that the one you liked before?"
Wang Jin smiled and said, "I'm not you. Your 'before' may be yesterday, last week, last month, or at the latest the year before last year. My 'before' is too 'before'."
Yan Rong didn't understand, but he could tell that Wang Jin was not too happy, and said, "Are you angry? I'm sorry, I won't ask any more."
Wang Jin said: "Not angry."
Yan Rong insisted: "You do. When you smile for real, there will be a crease in your eyes, but there will be no folds for you when you smile fake."
He pointed to the corners of his eyes with a serious look on his face.
Wang Jin was startled, couldn't help but laughed again, coughed and said, "That's crow's feet, I'm your uncle."
Yan Rong wondered: "Crow's feet are not like that. Are you not an older brother again?"
Wang Jin laughed and said, "Dang, call me."
Yan Rong refused to call again, and said, "No, I didn't lose a bet to you today."
Wang Jin couldn't stop laughing, and liquid was shaking from the place where he was raised up high.
Yan Rong had a look of disbelief.
Wang Jin laughed enough, so he grabbed him, let him sit on his waist with his legs apart, and walked in slowly.
This position was very hard, Yan Rong couldn't hold on for long, Wang Jin just didn't let him go, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he cried and called his brother while his waist was so weak that he pushed him down by himself.
After finishing, Yan Rong lay on Wang Jin's chest, her face was covered with tears and her eyes were a little swollen, not sad, but happy.
Wang Jin stroked his hair and ears, he looked up at Wang Jin, his watery blue eyes were filled with tears, and his snow-white neck was dotted with red marks from being sucked out.
Wang Jin's heart skipped a beat.
If Yan Rong asked him what kind of person he likes at this time, he would probably not be able to avoid the important point and talk nonsense.
Yan Yan has every look he likes.