[Small Theater Part 1] The business routine of Song's Wonton Shop
One day, twelve o'clock midnight.
Mr. He sent the last work email, went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and came out wearing a bathrobe, and saw a large bulging white quilt on the bed.
He walked to the bed and stood still, folded his arms and smiled: "Is the wonton shop open today?"
"How dare you not open for business." Song Ran's depressed voice came from the quilt, "The shop has been demolished for you, and the cook has stabbed you. I have to give you as many meals as you want."
Mr. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out his special tableware for eating wontons.
A condom, a bottle of lube.
Hearing the sound, the big white wonton shuddered obviously, and moved ten centimeters to the side of the bed tremblingly, and was carried back by Mr. He, who was full of appetite.
Song Ran stuck out his head with messy black hair: "Mr. He, can we eat more civilized today? I haven't made a draft for several days."
Standing and drawing, my back hurts.
Sitting and drawing, my butt hurts.
When I went to the kindergarten to pick up Boob by bicycle, my waist and buttocks hurt together. The principal asked me if I was disabled.
"If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. You killed the cook, and you can't eat good wontons yourself. Is that the truth?" …”
Unmoved, Mr. He took the wonton stuffing out of the wonton wrappers, took off his underwear and pressed it on the bed.
"What did you call me, eh?"
Song Ran blinked: "Mr. He."
"wrong."
Song Ran changed his words: "Zhiyuan."
"wrong."
Song Ran is ashamed: "husband."
"wrong."
"… "
Song Ran roared unbearably: "I would rather die than cry if I love to do it or not!"
Mr. He is an extremely patient companion who never forces Songran. He kissed passionately, stroked tenderly, and loved his beloved as best he could.
A bowl of small wontons in fresh soup was eaten by one bite at the bottom of the bowl.
In the middle of the night, Song Ran finally couldn't hold it anymore, so she cried out, "Dad... Daddy!"
Mr. He was very satisfied, paid a substantial amount of "meal money", and left the wonton shop.
The next morning, Mr. He drove Bubu to kindergarten.
Bubu said, "Baba, I miss the little wontons that my brother made. He hasn't made them for me for a long time! You want him to make them again."
"Okay, let him give you the bag tomorrow." He Zhiyuan licked his lips, "It's 'children'."
As for the "adult taste"... only he can touch it.
[Small Theater Part 2] The constant contradiction between the predecessor and the current
One night, the wontons were cooked and the tableware was set. Before eating, Mr. He suddenly became interested, and wanted to seriously mediate the contradiction between "predecessor" and "current" in the sketch image with Chef Song.
The ex complained: "Baby, we haven't met yet. You didn't even give me a chance to fight, and you turned me into an ex. I'm so sad. Come on, give me a comforting kiss."
Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."
The incumbent sighed: "He's already his ex, so you can kiss him at every turn. My wife cheated on me, and I'm very hurt. Come on, give me a kiss of repentance."
Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."
So his ex tempted him: "Look, I'm handsome, good-looking, and well-dressed, don't I suit your taste? Come on, kiss me, and I'll take off a piece of clothing in front of me."
Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."
The incumbent expressed dissatisfaction: "Look, I am super rich, gentle, and obedient to you. Is it a good match for you to be a partner? Come, kiss me, and I will grant you one wish."
Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."
The predecessor looked disappointed: "No matter what, it is always very insecure to bear the name of the predecessor. In order to make up for the sense of security, you need to kiss me a few more times as compensation."
Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."
The incumbent looked contemptuous: "As an incumbent, is it possible to be self-willed, as many kisses as you want?"
Song Ran blushed: "Tweet Tweet…"
The ex got an inch: "Since you became an ex, you belong to another person, and I can never kiss you again. Come, dedicate the rest of your life to your dear ex."
Song Ran twisted her buttocks shamefully: "How many more kisses do you need to get in?"
Mr. He smiled wickedly: "Don't worry, there are still several unfinished accounts for the predecessor and the current one."
Song Ran wanted to cry without tears: "Why are you so careful! I'm wrong, I'm wrong, can't I do it, you hurry up..."
[Small Theater Part 3] Eradicate the evil Peter Pan
Bubu is young and timid, and is extremely afraid of thunder.
It was raining heavily that night, and lightning flashed and thundered. He was frightened by holding the cloth bag, and ran barefoot to the next door to find his father and brother, only to find that the door was locked.
He knocked, but the door didn't open.
He knocked again, but the door still didn't open.
When he knocked on the twentieth, the door finally opened slowly.
Dad looked down at him with his upper body naked, a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin was sweaty, and his face looked unhappy. The elder brother lay in the quilt, his neck and ears were all red, and he trembled and panted as he asked him, "Bob, what's the matter?"
Bubu climbed into the bed, rubbed into his brother's hot arms, and said, "It's thunder, I'm so scared, I want my brother to sleep with him."
Dad sighed and turned to go to the bathroom.
The elder brother said hello, but his expression looked like he was about to cry.
Boob hugged his brother to sleep, and slept soundly and fragrantly. A thunderstorm woke him up in the middle of the night, he sat up suddenly, and found that he was the only one left on the bed.
This time it was the door lock of the video room opposite.
He ran to knock on the door persistently.
dong dong dong, dong dong dong.
"Dad, brother, are you in there?"
After knocking 30 times in a row, the door finally opened. Dad came out holding a lump of muddy brother, put him on the big bed in the master bedroom, reached out and touched Bobu's head, and called him out to talk.
Really, if you don't set good rules, not only will Songran have a psychological shadow, but his sexual function will also be affected.
So that night, Boob learned a new knowledge: when dad and brother lock the door, it means they are incarnated as Peter Pan, who are eradicating the evil forces in the world, even if the building collapses, it has to wait until the collapse is over. knock on the door.
Hmm, seems like a great look.
Boob is deeply proud of them!
[Small Theater Part 4] Every drop of milk is mine
When other people's Xiaoshou is fucked to orgasm, her eyes will be watery, and she will say with hunger and confusion: "Please... please cum on me..."
And when Song Ran was fucked to the point of orgasm, he would wrap his legs around Mr. He's waist tightly, and gritted his teeth and said, "Cum all to me, the innermost one, don't give them a single drop! No, not even a single sperm. Don't give it to them!"
Mr. He hurriedly said, "Baby, calm down, it's all yours, it's all yours."
So Song Ran fell asleep contentedly with a bum of white liquid.
[Small Theater Part 5] The perverted uncle has eight pack abs
After eating the little wontons one night, Song Ran was covered in red marks, and lay sleepily in the bathtub: "I have been struggling with something for a long time, please answer it."
Mr. He held the bubble bottle: "what's the matter?"
As he said that, he picked up a handful of shower gel foam and spread it evenly on Songran's thigh.
Song Ran turned to his side and leaned gently on his shoulder: "Seriously, are you bent by me, or are you bent in the first place?"
Mr. He smiled: "Is there a difference?"
"There is a difference." Song Ran complained, "You are bending too fast, I have no sense of accomplishment."
Mr. He rubbed Songran's hair with foamy hands: "How can I say it, I really don't care whether it is straight or curved, if you are a girl, I will apply the Cartesian coordinate system, if you are a boy, I will apply Surface Coordinate System."
Song Ran bit him: "Speak human words."
"Is it being bent by you, are you satisfied?" Mr. He patted his upturned ass, "Don't you know how cute and cute you are when you stumble on the phone."
Song Ran muttered: "Uncle pervert, it's weird to be cute."
He Zhiyuan raised his chin: "Do you say it again?!"
Song Ran's face was full of smiles: "Uncle pervert... hey hey hey hey!"
The handsome perverted uncle made a vicious attack and pinched a red fingerprint on Song Ran's buttocks, causing him to scream while holding the bathtub.
After taking a shower, I went to bed again.
Song Ran straddled Mr. He's waist and instructed him: "Inhale!"
Mr. He then inhaled, and his eight-pack abdominal muscles tightened at the same time, drawing neat and beautiful lines.
Song Ran stretched out his hand and touched it enviously, drooling: "You've been taking me to practice for a while, why don't I have such good-looking abs?"
"Don't worry." Mr. He comforted him, "Only four of the eight-pack abs can be trained, and the other four are eaten. Your protein and carbohydrate intake are somewhat problematic, and you need to adjust the nutritional ratio. , in a few months."
The muscles in front of her are strong and powerful, and they are too tempting. Song Ran looked at them and couldn't help lowering her head and kissing them.
"I really want it."
He put his pillow on Mr. He's leg, stared at his abdominal muscles and poked a few times, pressed it a few times, and let out a long sigh.
Mr. He's eyes deepened: "I've already kissed here, do you want to... kiss a little further down?"
Song Ran blushed: "Today off, off, out of business."
Mr. He sat up on the bed, took Songran into his arms, bullied himself, and seduced him with a bit of coquettishness: "It's all a regular customer, for the sake of having eaten so many meals before, no Give me an extra hour? I've done a good workout in my waist recently, and I'm sure it's as good as the one just now."
Song Ran tilted her head in shame: "Why are you more difficult to coax than Bubu..."
Mr. He smiled and said, "I'm not hard to coax, I'll be fine if I'm full."
"Have you eaten?!" Song Ran punched him hard, "Did you ever have enough to eat?"
Mr. He held back a smile and assured: "I'm 80% full today, and there's still one last meal. I swear, it's definitely the last meal."
Song Ran had no choice but to accept his fate, turning suffocation into lust, took out the lubricant and condoms under the pillow and threw them to Mr. He, wrapping his hands around his neck: "You're full, I'm not full. You... work hard One point, don't make me hungry."
"Okay, I won't let you go hungry."
Mr. He leaned down and pecked at the base of Songran's ear.
[Small Theater Qi Six] Chef Song gained two pounds
Song Ran has a strong obsession with abdominal muscles. In the past two months, she has been sweating profusely in the gym, and she has to practice for 90 minutes every day. Mr. He was afraid that his innocent little chef would be caught by other hungry wolves, and he would not eat wontons in the future, so he offered to serve as a sparring partner.
Song Ran refused without thinking: "Everyone is practicing abdominal muscles, so don't get involved. Keep the current state and don't move, give me a chance to catch up, thank you."
But there was a treacherous and careful thought behind his back, but he tried to feed the fat Mr. He with a high-calorie, high-fat, and high-carbohydrate diet. Mr. He's eyes are so sharp, the first time he was unfortunate, he found clues in his ill-intentioned smile the second time, and tried every means to coax and feed it into Songran's stomach.
Song Ran's plan failed, so he dug a hole and jumped by himself. In ten days, he gained two pounds. He was so remorseful that he had to start a one-month diet plan: make a normal dinner for Boo Bo and Mr. He every day, and then open another meal. Xiaozao, make yourself a plate of purple cabbage salad with only vinaigrette to eat.
Seeing him like this, Mr. He seriously put down the tableware and went into the kitchen. Five minutes later, he came out with a spatula and threw a golden poached egg and a piece of fried chicken breast on his plate: "I can afford you, practice Muscle builds muscle, no need to starve to death.”
Song Ran finished eating the salad with a blushing face, and was dragged before he could slip away.
Boob curled up his small arms, bulging his biceps, which he couldn't see at all, and proudly shouted: "Bob strong man!"
Song Ran hurriedly clapped his hands and cheered: "Bob is amazing!"
Mr. He coughed twice, Song Ran felt a chill on the back of his neck, turned his head in a conditioned reflex, and smiled brightly: "Eat regularly, and eat regularly in the future!"
[Small Theater Seventh] Mr. He's Big Mushroom
One summer night, Song Ran came home from the gym sweating all over, casually greeted the father and son who were reading fairy tales on the sofa, ran into the master bedroom, took off his tight vest and started to take a shower.
Twenty minutes later, he came out of the bathroom wet with a towel around him. Mr. He was already sitting on the bedside and reading with his Kindle.
"It's very effective!" He squeezed the firmer belly, jumped on the big bed, stretched out a salty pig's hand and pulled the belt of Mr. He's nightgown, "Quick, let me observe the model sample again!"
Mr. He didn't move, without blinking his eyelids, he let the other side lie beside him with his two big white legs hooked, his butt cocked up, and stared intently at his eight enviable abdominal muscles.
Song Ran observed for a long time, and concluded with a guilty conscience: "Only a little worse than you."
Just a little bit.
Mr. He smiled: "Well, a little bit."
His tone was actually very indulgent, without any irony. In fact, he also understood Songran's efforts for the past two months, but Songran was very sensitive because of forcibly "almost". On Mr. He's waist He pinched hard: "You're the only one who is amazing! Don't show off, do you hear?"
Mr. He smiled and moved his waist: "Don't dare, don't dare."
Song Ran couldn't compare, and cautiously launched a mocking attack on Mr. He's abdominal muscles.
"Does this look like a vegetable border?" He gestured left and right with both hands. "Look, each piece is neat and tidy, especially like a ploughed field."
Mr. He showed half of his face from behind the Kindle and sighed helplessly: "I really admire your imagination."
Song Ran accepted the "compliment" with a smile: "You compliment."
So Mr. He put away his Kindle, put it on the pillow, looked down at Song Ran, and rubbed his wet black hair after taking a shower: "I said before that it was like cut tofu and waffles, but I also put up with it, Cai Qi. ... Where does it look like? Your hair should be cut, it's a bit long."
Song Ran was very dissatisfied that he was a children's illustrator but his imagination was questioned. He shook his head vigorously, grabbed a black body hair by Mr. He's navel and tugged it up, and said ambiguously, "Nah. , it's obviously already growing grass, and it's not a vegetable border."
"Song Ran..."
Mr. He first felt a slight tingling pain in his lower abdomen, followed by a burst of fever, and the burning blood flowed down quickly and gathered somewhere, awakening the sleeping giant in his underwear.
The response was astonishingly fast.
How strong the sexual attraction between lovers is can always be explained by the speed, hardness and durability of erections.
Song Ran's words touched Mr. He, full of pride, and he had already started a motorboat in his heart, but his face was silent, his eyes were still innocent and pure, but his fingers were restless, and they penetrated along the hair. The edge of the panties got deeper and deeper, and finally caught the hot thing.
"what is this?"
He asked knowingly, holding the stalk and slowly stroking it upwards.
Mr. He's lips were dry and his Adam's apple twitched: "Newly grown... mushrooms."
Song Ran raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "It's strange, it's not a vegetable plot, how can such a big mushroom grow?"
Mr. He was suffering from his desire to be released, so he could only succumb to Songran's bizarre talk, no longer trying to restore the image of his abdominal muscles, pinching his thin waist and leaning against the head of the bed, he kissed him fiercely and fiercely: "It's Cai Qi... No , what you say is what it is."
Mr. He's vegetable border was wet with spring rain tonight, and there were water droplets everywhere. There was a big mushroom growing next to the vegetable border, but Song Ran, who likes mushrooms, found it and picked it off with satisfaction.
But that's okay.
Because Mr. He's vegetable border is rich in mushrooms, there will be many big mushrooms growing in the future, feeding Songran who has not had time to plow his own vegetable border.