Day 16 21:00
Today's dinner was a whole crab feast.
He Zhiyuan ordered an elegant small private room, with nine main dishes, steamed, boiled, baked, fried, raw... All kinds of eating methods come in turn, plus side dishes, rice, dessert and crab soup pot, There were more than 30 dishes in total.
Crab legs and crab claws are pre-disassembled, steamed in water, the meat is white and clear, half-wrapped with red silk, and placed in a red shell that is cut longitudinally, pick it up with chopsticks, and a whole piece will come out, and then dip it in. A bit of minced ginger in vinegar sauce tastes the original flavor; the roasted crab meat is more tender and silky, no seasoning is needed, squeeze a few drops of lemon juice to remove the fishy smell, the taste is very fresh and delicious. The remaining crab roe and crab paste are used as materials for stewed eggs, porridge, and tofu, and each has its own place.
This restaurant made the plate into the shape of a big red crab shell, and made the chopstick pillow into the shape of a small red crab. Bubu Drunken doesn't mean crabs. I didn't eat a few bites of the dishes, but I played with the dishes for a long time. For a while, the little red crabs sat in rows, and for a while the big red crabs had high shells, and they basically depended on feeding for meals.
Song Ran scooped up a spoonful of golden and tender egg custard and handed it to Bo Bu's mouth: "Ah."
White prawns, green spinach, red crab meat, black truffle, the thin soup has a rich bonito aroma.
"Ah!"
Boob ate happily, nodded, and with a satisfied "um", lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the chopsticks pillow. Song Ran then scooped up another spoonful of crab roe baked rice, the rice grains were plump, soft and fragrant, and the salty cheese pulled out sticky shreds of milk in the air: "Ah."
"Ah!"
Bubu opened his mouth to eat it, but this time he didn't even raise his head, his eyes couldn't be separated from the little red crab.
Song Ran wanted to feed him another spoonful of Yuzi tofu, but was stopped by He Zhiyuan. He Zhiyuan looked at his absent-minded son with a displeased expression, and said coldly, "Eat it yourself, don't get used to him."
"Oh."
Seems a little spoiled.
When Bubu came to Songran's house on the first day, he ate well and diligently, which made him feel distressed for a long time, but now... Well, it's all his fault, it's too unprincipled.
"Bubu, Bubu." Song Ran pushed the child who was addicted to playing and whispered, "Stop playing, focus on eating, Dad is going to be angry."
What, dad is going to be angry? !
Bu Bu was so frightened that he raised his head abruptly. Seeing He Zhiyuan's face that was about to come, he immediately threw away the little crab by ten centimeters, sat upright, grabbed the spoon in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right, and began to eat decently, occasionally raising his eyelids to steal Aim twice.
He Zhiyuan and Song Ran looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
After the meal, He Zhiyuan was in charge of the checkout. Songran took Boobu to the bathroom to deal with his physical needs, then washed his hands, dried, and joined his father.
The three were walking in the mall, and He Zhiyuan asked casually, "What do you want to do next, watch a movie?"
Boob pointed at the Tom Bear playground opposite: "Baba, I want to play that!"
Before coming here, Boob also made the same request, but He Zhiyuan refused in a rational and euphemistic way. Now there is Songran as the backer, two-on-one, the little guy is full of confidence and fights bravely again. This time, He Zhiyuan not only agreed, but also went off in person and rolled up his sleeves to play with him.
He Zhiyuan, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, has a big back, and looks like an elite in the business world, but he carries two wooden clubs in his hands to play Taiko Master with his children. How can you see the picture and feel happy. Many passersby were attracted and stopped to watch.
After a while, He Zhiyuan changed to play hockey with Songran, and Boob stood in the middle as the referee. Slowly, someone noticed that the gender of the family of three was not right, and began to look at them with strange eyes. Song Ran was staring at him feeling uncomfortable and losing points continuously. Seeing this, He Zhiyuan handed him an encouraging look and reassured him: "It's okay, just concentrate on fighting."
Song Ran nodded, took a deep breath, and regarded the surrounding bystanders as air.
The three fought all the way until nine o'clock, and when they walked out of Tom Bear, each of them had a doll in their arms: Bubu's Lightning Pikachu, Songran's Big Curly Ding Ding, He Zhiyuan's Mao-scarved Ibrahimovic - all It was clipped by Mr. He by himself, and it cost only three game coins in total.
"My dad is super! Awesome! Awesome!"
Boob couldn't contain his excitement, he walked and jumped sideways, like a little crab. The two parents walked side by side in the back, Song Ran pinched Fat Ding's ears, expressing helplessness at his own luck, and was very dissatisfied: "How long have you been practicing with your dolls at such a high level?"
"I haven't practiced." He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, deliberately irritating him, "I may have a novice halo."
On the way home, except for He Zhiyuan, a madman who was used to high-intensity and long-term continuous operation, Songran and Bubu were both tired.
Bubu hugged the three dolls from left to right, contented, and started to sleep soundly as soon as he got in the car. Song Ran persisted for ten minutes, and finally lost in front of a long red light, her eyelids drooped lower and lower, and she fell asleep with her head tilted. He Zhiyuan turned off the radio, turned up the temperature, helped him sit up straighter, and stuffed a U-shaped memory pillow behind his neck.
The silver-gray Infiniti drove a family of three smoothly towards the direction of Bishuiwanju.
When Song Ran woke up, the car had stopped, the driver's seat was empty, and He Zhiyuan didn't know where to go. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, yawned for a long time, and managed to regain some sense of lucidity. He turned his head and looked out the window—street lights, shops, pedestrians... He hadn't arrived at Bishuiwan Residence yet.
They stopped on the side of an unfamiliar road, not far from the signboard of the Family Mart convenience store. The green and white were so light and shimmering in the dark night that people couldn't keep their eyes open.
Song Ran looked at the back seat, Bubu was still tied in the child seat, but his expression was not right: he was holding Fat Ding in his arms, his eyes were piercing, and they shot out like a wolf like a tiger.
"Where's Dad, where did the others go?"
Song Ran asked.
Boob pointed at the big signboard of the whole family: "Go buy me ice cream!"
"… "
Eating ice cream at night is such a bad habit!
Song Ran leaned back on the seat weakly, folded his arms and pursed his lips, and rolled his eyes to the roof of the car: He also said that I am used to children, and no matter how I am used to it, I won't feed him ice cream at 90 o'clock.
After a while, He Zhiyuan came back, opened the car door, and really handed Bobu a box of Baxi: "Vanilla flavored, do you like it?"
"like!"
Boob took the ice cream, tore off the plastic wrap, and devoured it with a small spoon.
He Zhiyuan returned to the driver's seat and threw a plastic bag with the family logo into Songran's arms: "The rest is for you, orange flavor and strawberry flavor, you can choose between two."
"don't want."
Song Ran decisively refused.
He Zhiyuan fastened his seat belt and started the car: "Why not?"
"It's weird at night, isn't it?" Song Ran glanced at his watch and muttered, "It's ten o'clock. It's time to go to bed when you go back to wash. You still bought this, what do you think?"
He Zhiyuan's reason is simple: "There is no stock at home."
Song Ran was speechless: "Then, can't you buy it again during the day tomorrow? Wait another night and you won't starve to death."
"I will starve to death." He Zhiyuan said frankly, "I will starve to death if I wait an hour longer."
"… "
Song Ran couldn't help but slander: It's weird, why didn't I see that you are a sweet person before
He Zhiyuan smiled, leaned over a little, and whispered, "Song Ran, or do you mean... We can do it without it?"
What he said was rather bizarre, without beginning or end, and was inexplicably ambiguous to the point of death. Song Ran couldn't turn the corner, and it took a while to realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly opened the plastic bag on her lap.
Seeing this, his face suddenly turned red.
Threaded bump thermal condoms, large pack of twelve, full two boxes, one box of orange flavor, one box of strawberry flavor, with a bottle of lubricant.
"you!"
He stared at the naked characters on the package, filled with shame and anger, and then looked up at He Zhiyuan, the man's face was full of evil smiles that he didn't intend to hide, and he immediately pinched his arm in annoyance: "You How is this person! This! Such! Huh?!"
Mr. He was in a happy mood and teased Songran all the way back home. At first, he was worried that there was a boob in the car, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Generally speaking, it was euphemistic and subtle. When Boob finished eating the ice cream and fell asleep, he immediately became bold, like a well-dressed pervert with sharp teeth.
Song Ran has been molested over the phone a lot before, but being molested in person is another matter.
He blushed, hugged a bag of colorful Durex, and squeezed words one by one from between his teeth: "I... I will take revenge."
"I am looking forward."
He Zhiyuan enjoyed it, regarded it as a kind of fun, and didn't take it seriously at all, so he slapped his arm several times.
By the time they returned to Bishuiwan Residence, Boobu had already slept to the point where his upper and lower eyelids were sticking together, and he probably wouldn't be able to move a bullet unless he struck a thunderbolt. The night was cold and cold, and as soon as the door was opened, the cold wind was desperately drilling in. The husband and wife cooperated tacitly. He Zhiyuan first took Boob out and let him lie on his shoulder and continue to sleep, while Song Ran picked up the suit jacket on the back seat and quickly covered it.
They took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, the hallway was bright, the chipmunk door rug in room A was far from the gray square rug in room B.
He Zhiyuan took out the key to unlock the 8012B, and was about to push the door in when he was lightly poked in the back.
He turned his head: "What's wrong?"
"Uh, that... Mr. He." Song Ran scratched his head and said cautiously, "Huan, welcome home."
These four words, he always wanted to find an opportunity to say them.
He Zhiyuan smiled gently.
He hugged Bubu and pushed the door in, and turned on the porch light. The white silkworm cocoon Xiao Q flashed blue light enthusiastically to greet him, and the indicator light was undulating like a wave, and it flashed from the left to the right.
"Don't move." He Zhiyuan reminded Songran in a low voice, then took a few steps inside, turned around, stood in the living room of 8012B, and extended a hand to him with a smile, "Songran, welcome home. "
This is a very different meaning and represents formal acceptance.
Song Ran looked at them, her eyes a little wet. Some kind of quiet power that can withstand all wind and rain suddenly descended into his heart, peaceful and content, like a warm current in the cold wave, enveloped his body.
Xiao Q made a clear cry, the blue light turned green, the indicator light breathed for a moment, and it returned to a soft sea blue again.
Song Ran saw the green light for the first time and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to it?"
"It added a new family member." He Zhiyuan replied, "in the future, it will recognize you and protect you."
As if to prove this sentence, Xiao Q turned around in a circle, looking unprecedentedly cute.
Song Ran handed over his hand to He Zhiyuan, stepped into 8012B for the first time as a family member, and greeted Xiao Q in a friendly way.
At 10:30 in the evening, Song Ran walked out of the bathroom holding Bubu. The child hadn't woken up yet, and in his sleep, he took a bath, wiped his hair, changed his pajamas, and was put into a soft bed. The bathroom was full of steam, making a small face flush with steam. At this moment, there were still a few drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, which were shaking slightly with the unknown dream.
Baby, there is no brother to sleep with you tonight, you have to be obedient by yourself.
"Good night."
Song Ran kissed Bubu, turned off the small orange light by the bed, got up and walked out of the bedroom.
Just after closing the door, he was suddenly pulled to the wall by a force, and then a hot body was pressed up. He Zhiyuan lowered his head and stared at him, his eyes were deep and fiery, like a cluster of sparks buried under charcoal, about to burn, only a few dazzling bright red, the temperature was already scorching.
This is to skip all the foreshadowing and directly declare the beginning.
Song Ran didn't expect that Mr. He would be more eager than himself, and was almost deterred by that flaming gaze. In an instant, his body temperature rose, his shame burned, and he heard the sound of his body being ignited.
crackle.
Clear, blasted deep in the nerves.
I don't know what motivated him, he took the initiative to stretch out one hand to hook He Zhiyuan's neck, the other hand slowly touched the other's strong chest muscles, his five fingers hooked up, rubbing and scratching through a layer of expensive black fabric. , like a cat's naughty paws.
"Mr. He, do you like cats?"
he asked softly.
What an unexpected question.
He Zhiyuan laughed lowly, looking at the "little fairy" in his arms, his voice was unusually hoarse: "Of course I like it."
"Then, let's say your cat is hungry now..." Song Ran rolled her eyelids and raised her head, with an ambiguous blush at the corners of her eyes, "Are you willing not to feed it?"
"Of course not."
He Zhiyuan took a deep breath, put his big palm on Song Ran's neck, and couldn't wait to lean over to kiss him.
At this second, the hand touching his chest suddenly exerted strength, and while he was not on guard, he suddenly pushed him away by a body position.
"Song Ran?!"
He Zhiyuan looked astonished.
"I'm not willing to either." Song Ran smiled slyly, and swiftly ran out five paces, "Budoudou has been hungry for almost a night, and he didn't even eat crab dregs, I'll go back and feed a cat first, you... um, Try to be patient."
As he said that, he pointed to He Zhiyuan's obviously bulging crotch, turned around and hurried to the door, and slipped to his house wearing slippers.
He Zhiyuan leaned outside the door of 8012A, looking at the house where Bubu lived for half a month, while waiting for Songran to feed the cat slowly, his face became more and more gloomy. He was teased with enthusiasm, and his lust was blocked halfway. It was like his nose was itching all the time, but he couldn't fight a terrifying sneeze.
Childish revenge.
Don't cry later.
He squinted at Song Ran, his crotch still bulging.
It was already a little soft just now, but when Ke Songran squatted down while feeding the cat, he revealed a white waist under the T-shirt, and the groin that was looming. Can't help it.
Two minutes later, Budoudou finished his supper with a great taste, and began to lick his paws and wash his face diligently. Songran was still squatting there motionless.
He Zhiyuan smiled coldly - this is a typical hot-headed revenge, shrinking head tortoise-like cowardice.
"The cat is full, and I'm still hungry." He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel, urging Songran to face the reality, "Baby, when will you come to me?"
Song Ran then stood up slowly, turned around slowly, clenched the hem of his T-shirt with his fingers, lowered his head and walked slowly in front of He Zhiyuan, hesitantly stretched out his hands around his neck, His face was buried in his hot neck.
"I was wrong, Mr. He, I... ah!"
Song Ran wanted to apologize, but was grabbed by the waist and pushed hard against the corridor wall. He Zhiyuan bullied him again, grabbed his soft earlobe, and laughed in a low voice: "It's just about the two boxes, it's worth remembering until now, eh? How can you be so naive, yet so... cute?"
"Well!"
Ears are one of Songran's sensitive zones. He has zero sexual experience, and he doesn't know where to touch it. He Zhiyuan touched him so coldly, and with the deep bass in his ears, goosebumps immediately dropped. Shivering all over.
"Don't, don't touch it!" Song Ran avoided in panic and said with a blushing face, "I, I'll just feed you..."
"Tell me, what are you going to feed me?"
He Zhiyuan pushed his lower body hard, and his angry genitals just poked hard on Song Ran's lower abdomen. Song Ran felt the terrifying hardness and heat through his pants, his cheeks and neck immediately turned crimson, and he stammered for a long time in just three words: "Little... Little... Little wonton."
"Little wonton?"
It's a very interesting reference, full of life.
He Zhiyuan asked, "Baby, how are you going to let me eat?"
Song Ran's face was red and her ears were red: "You can eat whatever you want, just... eat it."
"Then, let's boil a pot of hot water first, wait for the wontons to be fully cooked, then bite off the skin one by one to reveal the meat filling, then swallow the meat filling one by one, lick the resulting soup, and finally wash the dishes together. … what do you think?"
"… "
From bathing to cleaning, every step was ordered.
rogue.
How can people still eat wontons seriously in the future
Song Ran was so embarrassed that her whole body was hot, and she lowered her eyelids and replied, "Okay."
He Zhiyuan asked again, "Which pot do you like to use to cook wontons? Your pot or mine?"
Song Ran: "As... as you like."
He Zhiyuan thought about it, and looked at the light-colored fabric sofa in the living room - that was the place where Song Ran once masturbated on the phone. At that time, Song Ran's breath was sweet and seductive, making him almost on the other side of the ocean. gaffe. He felt a strange itch, and suddenly wanted to have sex with Songran on this sofa, so he made a decision: "Use yours."
"Um."
Song Ran nodded.
He had a strong physical reaction, his penis was tightly bound in his jeans, and his erection was painful to the point of unbearable pain. He Zhiyuan hugged him, his fingers traced down his back spine section by section, touching his buttocks, his palms wrapped around his buttocks through his trousers, and pressed hard against his crotch, trying to relieve some of the heat through friction.
Maybe it was too long without speaking loudly, and the voice-activated lights in the hallway went out.
One side is bright and one side is dark, which clearly outlines the man's outline - the brow bone, the bridge of the nose, the jaw, the Adam's apple, and the facial lines are clear and angular, with a bit of sexy roughness.
It's his favorite look.
Song Ran looked at He Zhiyuan obsessively, stretched out his hand, and stroked the slightly hot ridge line inch by inch with his fingertips. When he touched his Adam's apple, He Zhiyuan suddenly swallowed, and the protruding but not sharp cartilage slid across Song Ran's sensitive fingertips, instantly arousing a desire to destroy the world.
He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and his eyes were full of moisture.
At that moment, they had an indescribable tacit understanding - He Zhiyuan held Song Ran's buttocks hand and lifted it up, Song Ran took advantage of his strength to jump, his legs were tightly coiled behind his waist, and the whole body was hanging on him body.
"I changed my mind, let's go... to your room..."
Song Ran hooked He Zhiyuan's neck with his left elbow, groped to the front with his right hand, unbuttoned his shirt indiscriminately, and at the same time leaned forward, kissed his cheek and lips eagerly, and pleaded, "Mr. He, please ... fuck me in your bed."