Pastel Colours

Chapter 44: Extra

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[Part 1.] Day 36 Budoudoumeow, Budoudoumeow, Budoudoumeow finished cloth bag meow

One day in May, Songran and Bubu picked up a little wild cat.

The little wild cat is an idyllic raccoon flower, lying in ambush on Boob's way from school, and found the right time to touch a porcelain. The fluffy little body rolled over in front of the bicycle wheel, lay there and refused to give way, screaming. Song Ran stopped the car and pondered around it for a while with Boob - thin, small, dirty and weak, it looked like a stray cat that no one wanted, why not pick it up and take it home?

The two bit their ears for a while and hit it off.

So, the little lihua sat in the bamboo basket and wandered into the Bishuiwan Residence, meowing beamingly along the way.

The air pressure in the living room of 8012B is extremely low, and the sword is drawn.

"Budoudou, look, this is the new little brother, say hello to him!"

Song Ran held the little lihua to Budoudou to see.

"Ow!"

Budoudou was used to being an only child, and he was pampered since he was a child. Now he was so angry that he bared his teeth and blew his beard and stared at the little raccoon, trying to drive this little bastard out of his territory.

"Ouch!"

Not to be outdone, Xiaolihua defied the odds openly with her body size only one-fifth the size of Budoudou, stretched out her front claws, opened ten hooks that were as sharp as daggers, and swung it around in the air.

Budoudou trimmed his claws regularly, and he was slightly inferior in weapons, but he couldn't beat him, so he had to walk away angrily and angrily.

Bubu understood: "Brother, they have a grudge!"

Song Ran held his chin: "Well."

Boob asked, "But why? The kitten is so cute."

Song Ran guessed: "I'm probably not familiar with it, I guess it will be fine if I raise it for a few more days."

"Okay." Boob touched the little lihua and gave it advice, "You are still young, you can't beat Budoudou, so let it accept you as soon as possible."

Little Lihua didn't care, and polished her claws secretly.

In the evening, when He Zhiyuan came home from get off work, he found that there was a cute new resident at home. He didn't mind raising an extra cat. After confirming the adoption intentions with Bubu and Songran, he used a cage with little lihuahuas and went to a pet clinic near the community.

The French doctor smiled warmly and provided a series of comprehensive services such as bathing, deworming, and health check. At the end, he issued an astonishing bill, which established Xiaolihua's worth.

Xiaolihua got fluffy and clean hair, healthy skin and stomach, but lost ten fingernails that symbolize fighting power, and licked claws in the cage aggrieved.

After returning home, Budoudou noticed that the other party had disarmed, and immediately turned into a lightning bolt, rushing straight in, scaring Xiaolihua into hiding under the sofa. Budoudou was so fat that he couldn't get in. He lay on the ground and tried various postures for a long time to no avail. Then he rushed up to the coffee table aggressively, like a general defending the city, staring at the edge of the sofa. Shouting and shouting.

"Well, what should I name it?"

After dinner, the family of three sat on the sofa to discuss the new name. Bubu holds Xiaolihua in his arms, Songran holds Budoudou in his arms, and He Zhiyuan sits in the center, acting as the border of Chu, Han, and Han to prevent the ferocious cats from breaking out.

Boob insists on one principle: "It has to be the same as me, with the last name Bo!"

He Zhiyuan reminded him: "Baby, your surname is He."

"That's right, my surname is He!" Only then did Bubu remember the big name he drowned in the nickname, and smiled embarrassedly, "Then what's it going to be called, He Xiaohua? He Xiaomi? He Xiaomiao?"

"It's a cat. It's better to have a name similar to Budoudou, or..." Song Ran's light flashed, "Budoudou?"

"Bag bag!" Boob liked it very much, "Okay, it's called a cloth bag!"

When it was too late, Budoudou twisted his waist sensitively, sprang halfway out of Songran's arms, and swung his paw at Xiaolihua. He Zhiyuan didn't change his face, he intercepted it in the air, and stopped this evil sneak attack.

"Wow!"

You little bitch, you don't deserve this name!

Budoudou opened his teeth and danced his claws.

Song Ran grabbed the furious cloth bag and asked He Zhiyuan for his opinion: "Do you think this name sounds good?"

"It sounds nice." He Zhiyuan nodded with a smile, "The names you choose are nice."

As a result, Xiaolihua got a new name: Budoudou, and at the same time got a mortal enemy: Budoudou.

The cloth bag was really too small, the doctor said it was at most two months old, and was malnourished and stunted. In comparison, Budoudou was five years old, weighed twelve pounds, and could sit on a butt to death. The cloth bag bag is smart and clever, can't beat it, but can dodge it. Every day, he walks along the wall, looking left and right to detect the enemy's situation. Find comfort here.

"Meow meow meow!"

The little bastard bullies me, you bring it back, you call the shots!

Song Ran saw through it at a glance: "It's obviously you bullying others, I can see it in my eyes."

Budoudou failed to rescue the soldiers and couldn't get rid of the little bastard. He felt extremely aggrieved, and slumped into a ball on the sofa, not even bothering to eat the fragrant canned cat food.

No one expected that, within two months of such a day, Budoudou turned out to be the mainstay of customers and began to bully Budoudou.

As we all know, ragdoll cats are gentle in nature, fragile in stomach, and although they are large in size, their attack power is not strong. As a native pastoral hybrid, the raccoon cat has the advantage of the species, is agile, responds quickly, and kills mice and birds in the wild. The most important thing is that the civet cat has a very strong gastrointestinal tolerance and can absorb what it eats. It was served by Song Ran deliciously and deliciously for two months, and after growing muscles and tendons and bones, it began to counterattack Budoudou.

In the middle of the night, when Songran and Mr. He were kissing from the bedroom to the living room, ready to do something bad on the sofa, four green eyes flashed in the darkness, frightening Songran's bird soft.

Mr. He turned on the light, and the scene on the sofa was completely exposed - the cloth bag was pressing on Budoudou's body, tightly gripping the hair of Budoudou's neck, while Budoudou struggled desperately below, whimpering.

"It, what are they... doing?"

Song Ran was stunned.

"Probably the same as us," said Mr. He.

"Oh." Song Ran leaned against Mr. He's chest shyly, "They are so shameless."

Mr. He: "..."

Pointing at Sang and scolding Huai is a bit powerful.

Of course, the so-called "same as us" is just a joke. Considering that Budoudou and Budoudou are male cats with the same gender, Mr. He and Songran did not define their behavior as "coupling", but as a A kind of "fight" for turf.

Budoudou has nowhere to sue.

It looked at the two more and more magnificent fur balls under the tail of the cloth bag, and the pink penis that occasionally stuck its head out to peek at the world, only to feel that the chrysanthemum was shivering. During this period of time, in order to block the chrysanthemum, even if it eats the delicious canned chicken, gets warmed by the sun, and feels comfortable physically and mentally, it will not dare to lift its tail.

At night, it listened to the roaring moans from the master bedroom, looked at the pair of dangerous green eyes in the corner, and felt the hair stand on end and the whole body was cold.

The first time Mr. He and Songran decided to face up to the "fight" between the two cats was in the third month of adopting the cloth bag.

The sun was bright and the temperature was suitable. Boob went to school in kindergarten. There were only two of them at home. It was very suitable for an unscrupulous couple. The husband and wife had a hearty battle on the sofa. You rose and fell, sweat dripped all over your body, and the pillows and blankets fell on the ground.

Song Ran's legs were wide open, wrapped around Mr. He's waist, and screamed in waves with the rhythm of the shock.

Just when he was just one step away from the climax, a shrill scream exploded in the living room. Budoudou rushed onto the sofa and sprinted along the back of the long sofa, Budoudou like a flashing ghost, chasing after him. The two cats slammed into the corner of the wall one after the other, rolled up the curtains with a thud, and rolled into a ball.

Then, a scorching heat flow was injected into Song Ran's body.

"… "

Song Ran stiffened, and so did Mr. He.

The two looked at each other for a long while, Song Ran's breathing gradually calmed down, and he stammered: "Uh... it's all the cat's fault, you... don't be stressed..."

"It's all my fault." Mr. He bowed his head and kissed him, "Baby, I'll make it up to you."

Shooting early is shooting early, and he never makes excuses for himself.

He glanced meaningfully at the two cats that were "fighting", picked up Song Ran horizontally, and carried them into his small theater—absolutely quiet, absolutely undisturbed. So Song Ran lay on the camellia red cloth sofa, grabbed a pillow, and was "compensated" by Mr. He for an afternoon.

"It's all... it's all the cat's fault..." He panted weakly, looking at the used condoms all over the place, choked up, "It could have ended all at once..."

Early the next morning, the cloth bag was taken away to cut the eggs, and then came back with an Elizabethan loop. There were no eggs in the pocket, and there were no eggs in the bag. The 8012B was finally peaceful.

The cloth bag bag first lost ten claws, and then lost two eggs. His eyes were so angry that he threw himself on the sisal board and frantically grinded his claws to vent his anger. However, no matter what, the two plump and lovely eggs would never come back.

Budoudou suddenly felt a little distressed about it.

The same eunuch, this kind of suffering, it understands best.

In fact, the character of the cloth bag is not too annoying, and it even complements it a bit: one is quiet, one is fat and one is thin, one is expensive and one is cheap (this is the key point), if you have nothing to chase and make trouble, life is still pretty good happy.

So Budoudou walked over, lay beside the clothbag, licked its fur with tongue after tongue, comforting while licking: Don't be sad, buddy, I have also experienced this kind of unspeakable humiliation.

The cloth bag lost his love egg, but he was comforted by his companions when he was most sad, just like the thorns of the cactus were pulled out one by one, and the war was instantly turned into a jade silk, and he also intimately licked the cloth bag.

The relationship between the cats is no longer tit-for-tat, and they have become good friends who lick and rub against each other. They spend all day together comfortably basking in the sun, not in heat, not grabbing territory, and not coveting each other's chrysanthemums.

Budoudou finally dared to walk with his tail erect.

Cool!

The relationship between Budaibao and Budoudou has grown by leaps and bounds, becoming like glue and inseparable. However, when they were inseparable from each other, the cat's first major test came.

The head couple of 8012A returned from Australia.

Song Ran got the news from Aunt Ji half a month in advance, and immediately packed up and moved to 8012B. The distance between the two is too close. Mr. He can carry ten boxes by himself, and he can easily handle it without asking anyone for help.

On the day the old couple came back, Song Ran sent back the big hairy ball, the cloth bag, intact. The old couple saw that their windows were clean and the flowers were blooming. It seemed that they had been cared for for half a year. They enthusiastically expressed their gratitude to Song Ran, held him to chat for a while, and had to take him downstairs in person after parting.

Song Ran scratched his scalp and whispered, "I... I don't need to go downstairs, I'll live opposite the door."

"what?"

The old couple did not understand.

In the end, He Zhiyuan came out and invited the couple to 8012B to sit down and euphemistically described what happened in the past six months. The old couple are not pedantic people, they are quite reasonable. They feel that renting out a house has inadvertently facilitated a marriage, and they happily congratulate them, making Songran very embarrassed.

After chatting and going home, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a gray-white lightning flash past my feet, went straight to the opposite side, and got stuck in the crack of 8012B.

The old couple looked at each other.

Song Ran hurriedly entered the door, hugged the cloth bag that was reluctant to leave, and explained, "It has been living with us for the past few months, I guess it is used to it, it is not suitable for changing places, it should be... It will be fine in a few days. ."

As a result, that night, Budoudou scratched the cracks in the door, bit the doorknob, and scratched the door all night long.

The cloth bag was also meowing non-stop behind the door in the corridor, with a sharp and shrill voice, and even harassed Song Ran and Mr. He several times, bringing them to the door, which means "open the door for Lao Tzu".

Early the next morning, Bubu was going to the kindergarten, and the old couple was going to buy groceries, and they both opened the door at the same time.

In a flash of electric light and flint, I saw Budoudou and Budoubao rushed out and rushed to the opposite door. The two cats both saw each other halfway, but because the speed was too fast and the marble floor was too slippery, they didn't stop the car. Then swiftly drifting turns, dashing back and swooping in the middle of the aisle.

Five people, ten eyes, collectively looked stupid.

They decided to take ten minutes to talk formally about the relationship between the two cats.

The old couple and the three members of the He family sat on the sofa, watching the cloth bag and the cloth bag bathing in the sun, hugging intimately while licking their hair without shame.

It seems that this cat can't keep it.

They looked at He Zhiyuan and Songran, and said in a tone like marrying a daughter: "It's not a problem for the old man to be called like this at night. Your family's name is my family's name, and everyone can't sleep well. Or, let them be together. Bar."

Song Ran asked tentatively, "Then... is the cloth bag for us, or the cloth bag for you?"

The old lady smiled: "Your children seem to love cats, so I'll leave the cloth bag to you. It just so happened that the VIP of Lao Ji's family gave birth to a litter of cubs. You know, Lao Ji, who introduced you to live here. Aunt Ji…”

Song Ran nodded quickly: "I know!"

"Her VIP gave birth to five or six dogs, and I went to ask for one. From now on, my family will have a dog, which can be taken out for a walk if it happens to exercise in the morning or in the evening. As for Budoudou, I believe you can raise it well. We will come occasionally. Take a look, is it good?"

"Thank you... thank you."

Song Ran looked at the two cats who seemed to be conjoined, and was moved.

In this way, the arrogant and easy to overturn Budoudou finally stayed in 8012B, and stayed with his savage and pretty Langjun Budoudou. It was probably because of a separation that they had experienced, and their relationship became even hotter, and even Song Ran couldn't even see them when they became entangled.

Song Ran made a cod, duck liver and cat rice with his own hands, and put a bowl for each of them. Just after putting them away, the two fluffy heads came together and made a sweet licking sound of "hahahahaha".

Song Ran untied his apron and said to He Zhiyuan on the sofa, "If they hadn't been sterilized, I doubt they would have gotten along."

"It's fine now, Plato is in love." He Zhiyuan said indifferently, "I hope they will be quiet cats from now on, and stop disturbing our physical love."

"Meat, body love..." Song Ran glanced at He Zhiyuan, "Why are you so dirty?"

"It's not that I'm dirty, it's that Plato can't satisfy you." He Zhiyuan shrugged and smiled, and stretched out his hand to Songran, "Come on, baby, dirty one."

Song Ran's mouth was broken, but her body was very honest. She walked over and gave Mr. He a "dirty" kiss on the sofa.

This shameless day will probably never end.

[Special Extra·Part 2] Day 327 Mr. Chipmunk, would you marry Mr. Grey Squirrel?

The 327th day when I met He Zhiyuan was Songran's 24th birthday.

After the zodiac circles twice, he returned to the year of his life, and on the first birthday he shared with He Zhiyuan and Bubu, it could be regarded as a big day with commemorative significance, and he should go out for a grand meal.

For this day, He Zhiyuan took Song Ran to Maoming South Road three months in advance to order a set of pure handmade suits. After several tries and modifications, he successfully picked up the goods on the eve of his birthday. On the day of picking up the goods, Mr. He leaned against the counter, admiring Song Ran who was standing in front of the mirror, with a different kind of tenderness and eagerness in his eyes.

Song Ran asked him nervously, "Does it look good?"

He smiled: "It's beautiful."

It's really nice.

It is not easy to persuade Song Ran to wear a suit. This big boy is used to the simple style, and his favorite combination on weekdays is a loose T-shirt and pants. Although Song Ran would also look envious at the row of suits of different fabrics, styles and colors when tidying up the cloakroom, but when He Zhiyuan offered to take him to buy it, he declined.

"I stay at home every day, and there are no occasions where I can wear a suit, so don't waste money."

He said so.

So, taking advantage of the rare birthday opportunity, He Zhiyuan visited a familiar tailor and made a three-piece suit for Songran.

Song Ran looked at herself in the mirror with a radiant look, and she felt a sense of reborn surprise.

The collar is crisp, the shoulder line is well-fitting, the back is flat and without folds, the drape of the wool material is so good that no flaws can be found, and the armholes are also cut to a suitable position, giving him the maximum room for movement while maintaining the shape.

He rubbed the cuffs of the snow-white shirt repeatedly, feeling like a noble young master, not much inferior to Mr. He in terms of temperament.

"I said I would bring you here, but you refused." He Zhiyuan walked up to him, stroked the straight collar, and said with a smile, "When the weather gets warmer, let's make a summer dress again. Don't be stubborn anymore, you know?"

His Song Ran is a clothes rack by nature, so he should make a few more sets, and change each set in turn.

Even at home, only wear it for him to see alone.

On Songran's birthday, Boobu also changed into a small suit, blew bangs, and tied a small bow tie.

He looked at the left half of his body in the mirror, then turned around to take a look at the right half of his body. He felt that he was so handsome that he was so handsome that he hurriedly asked his father if he could wear it to kindergarten tomorrow. He Zhiyuan and Song Ran looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time replied: No.

Boob got discouraged for a second, and angrily went to the cat to complain.

He Zhiyuan wore a fairly formal light gray three-piece suit today, Song Ran chose a plaid wool tie of the same color and tied it for him by himself. During the process, He Zhiyuan kept looking at him with hot eyes, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"What are you doing, you want to do something again?"

Song Ran glared at him and tightened her bow tie, almost strangling Mr. He.

Mr. He coughed twice, loosened his tie, adjusted the position himself, and said in a low voice, "I was thinking, can you leave your clothes for me to take off tonight?"

Song Ran was inexplicable: "Aren't you responsible for taking off every time?"

"I mean..." He Zhiyuan whispered, "this time it will include a coat, tie and vest."

"… "

Very good, playing suits and playing, more and more shameless.

Song Ran cursed shamelessly in her heart, but a blush appeared on her face, and she whispered: "Okay... okay."

So, Mr. He's fingertips slowly crossed Songran's neck, unbuttoned the collar, lowered his head and sucked a hickey on his collarbone, tied it back as it was, and tie his tie, as if hiding an ambiguity agreement.

Dinner was booked at an old French restaurant located in a century-old concession building by the river. The old-style solid wood revolving door has a heavy push, and the entrance hall is slightly narrow. It is not as spacious as those newly built buildings on the other side, but it has a unique taste.

The elevator goes straight to the twelfth floor, the entrance is a star-lit wine cabinet passage, then a clean open kitchen, and then a dining area - not much space, only ten tables.

The location He Zhiyuan booked was by the window, overlooking the colorful river view.

There were three tableware, three menus, and a small porcelain vase with a delicate, fiery rose in it.

It took the three of them ten minutes to order the food. The waiter took away the menu and served the soup, cold cuts, hot bread and butter. Bubu ate it by himself, watching the cruise ship on the river, the buildings on the other side, and the others. Uncles and aunts cooking in the kitchen.

"Actually, we... We've known each other for quite a long time." Song Ran spoke first, "On April 3 this year, it will be exactly one year."

He Zhiyuan nodded and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast, I didn't know you today last year."

"You don't know me, but I already know you."

Song Ran smiled at him lightly.

He Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and covered Songran's hand on the table: "I kept you waiting."

Song Ran shook his head: "It doesn't matter, something like fate will always come no matter how early or late it comes. Even if it doesn't come on the first day, it will come later on April 3rd."

"Yes, it will always come."

"However, sometimes I also think blindly. Look, you live opposite me, but I have been looking for you for more than 40 days, but I can't find you. Does it mean that our fate is still a little bit worse? If your nanny that day I didn't ask for leave, she took her with her, maybe we don't know each other yet, and I've moved to another place..."

He Zhiyuan frowned and clenched his hand: "Song Ran, there is no such thing."

"Yes, yes, no!" Bubu listened, and quickly echoed, "I will knock on the door to borrow books, so my brother will know me and Baba too!"

"Well, it makes sense." Song Ran smiled reassuringly, "Then let's not talk about this, let's have a pleasant chat."

After chatting for a while, the main course was served. They ate each other casually. Bobu had to look at each plate, scavenged a little fish and shrimp, and then symbolically chewed two bites of vegetable leaves to show that the rain and dew were evenly covered, and soon they were full of belly. .

Halfway through the liquidation, during the intermission, Song Ran looked around with his chin propped up, and found something very interesting.

"Everyone's table is full of carnations, but ours is the only one with roses." Song Ran happily pulled out the roses and took a look in front of them - the petals were moist and slightly curled, bright in color, and fresh as if they had just been cut from the flowerbed. The same as coming down, "Zhiyuan, are we very lucky today, even the flowers are more beautiful than other tables?"

"Yeah, show me."

He Zhiyuan held out his hand calmly.

Songran handed him the flower, and was about to jokingly say "it's a real flower" when he saw him holding the rose, pushed back the chair, and stood up.

This is to do, what to do?

Song Ran's smile froze, and she suddenly looked dazed.

Then, he watched He Zhiyuan walk in front of him, raised the rose, and knelt down on one knee. In an instant, all the eyes of the entire restaurant, including the guests, waiters and chefs, were on here.

Song Ran was stunned, the muscles in his hands and feet were tense, and he could barely move.

"He Zhiyuan, you... what are you doing, get up, get up!" He was at a loss and urged in a low voice, seeing that He Zhiyuan had no intention of getting up, he had to ask Bobu for help in a panic, "Baby, let your father quickly Get up."

"it is good!"

Bu Bu nimbly jumped off the chair and ran to He Zhiyuan in two or three steps, but instead of calling him to get up, he miraculously took out a big pine cone from his trouser pocket: "Puba, here it is!"

The father and son cooperated tacitly and completed a beautiful combination skill.

He Zhiyuan took the plump pine cone and handed it to Song Ran together with the red rose.

"Songran, Boob told me that "The Dream of the Chipmunk" was the first story you told him. In the story, the chipmunk was always looking for the largest pine cone in the world. In the end, it was the gray squirrel who He Zhiyuan raised his head, his eyes were affectionate and solemn, "Dear Mr. Chipmunk, now, Mr. Grey Squirrel wants to give you his pine cones as your birthday present. Excuse me, do you Will you marry him?"

Song Ran stared blankly at the pine cone, her lips pursed tightly, her eyes suddenly wet.

How can you not want to?

This is obviously... it is obviously the largest pine cone in the world.

The restaurant was unusually quiet, no one booed, the air flowed gently between them, and He Zhiyuan patiently waited for the answer.

"I, I do." Song Ran nodded vigorously, "Mr. Grey Squirrel, I do!"

"yeah!"

Bubu shouted, jumping three feet high happily, and after landing, he applauded frantically with everyone, clapping his little hands.

He Zhiyuan showed a relieved smile, opened his mouth to bite the rose stem, and opened the pine cone in his hand.

Inside the pine cone lay a ring.

He put the rose aside, took out the ring, and said warmly, "I'll put it on for you, okay?"

Song Ran couldn't say a word.

He nodded, stretched out his hand, and watched the silver ring slowly pushed to the base of his finger. The tears finally couldn't be stopped, and rolled down like rain.

On the night of his twenty-fourth birthday, Mr. Chipmunk, who has been wandering for a long time, married the gentle Mr. Grey Squirrel. He got the most caring partner, the cutest child, the warmest home, and the largest pine cone in the world that he could never eat in a lifetime.

[Extra Part 3] On Day 702, a customer demolished Mr. S's wonton shop with his bare hands

Song Ran recently registered a Weibo account called "Mr. S's Wonton Shop", while PO daily food tutorials, while recording the loving interaction of the two cats at home in the form of comics.

Budoudou is a picked up pastoral cat with a domineering personality. Budoudou is a purebred cat fostered in 8012B opposite the door, soft and arrogant. The two cats got together, the cloth bag was below the gram, and the pressure was stabilized. The number of fans rose wildly.

During a certain daily update, Song Ran casually mentioned that the attributes of this pair of male cat CPs are very similar to "me and my Mr. H", and the comment area immediately exploded into brilliant fireworks.

Song Ran's original intention was that He Zhiyuan was domineering and arrogant, but because he often praised his husband's ability to make money, everyone perfectly grasped the point, thinking that his attributes were "earth cats" and Mr. H's attributes were "famous cats" .

Local cats overpower famous cats, Mr. S overpowers Mr. H.

A combination of yin and yang made Song Ran an all-around culinary painter with gentle attack, while He Zhiyuan also obtained a classic image through netizens' brain supplements-a arrogant, sullen, arrogant, arrogant, sullen, arrogant man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing golden glasses. Elite receive.

It's the kind that's perfect for being overwhelmed.

Song Ran laughed loudly at the comments, made up a small yellow text of 100,000 words in his brain, and then made a mistake, and began to update the little manga of Mr. S and Mr. H's husband's love. Mr. H in Tiaoman has almost all the cute points of Aojiao Shou: when he is pressed, he dislikes his integrity, when he is not pressed, he wants to be dissatisfied. suppressed by force.

Song Ran used this as a spiritual victory against He Zhiyuan—how many times he shot in reality, Mr. H had to double it back in Xiao Huangman.

Among them, the most widely circulated is a close-up of the face. In the painting, Mr. H is biting a pillow towel, and the eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses are misty, looking abstinent and seductive.

Called the best.

The popularity of "Mr. S's Wonton Shop" skyrocketed overnight. Followers came in droves, and the number of retweets for each comic was astonishingly high.

One day, Songran noticed a new fan - "the old customer of the wonton shop".

When she first saw this nickname, Song Ran was so frightened that she almost cleared her Weibo, because He Zhiyuan said these seven words in bed. After observing for a while, he judged that the nickname had nothing to do with He Zhiyuan, and it should have been taken for his "Mr. S's Wonton Shop".

Because the other party is a die-hard fan, no matter morning, noon, or evening, as long as it is a Weibo posted by Song Ran, every post will be liked.

If it's a recipe, praise the blogger for his good cooking skills; if it's a male cat CP, praise the cat for being cute; if it's a comic between Mr. S and Mr. H, praise Mr. S for being considerate, Wife-loving, mature, sexy, is a rare good attack in a century.

The most important thing is that every Weibo post of Songran, "the regular customer of the wonton shop" can quickly grab the sofa.

Without exception.

He Zhiyuan is so busy at work that he has no time to swipe Weibo to grab the sofa?

Moreover, 80% of the "old customer of wonton shop" is also a minor sufferer. He has a lot of research on the body position on the bed. He often privately pokes Song Ran and teaches him some things that are said to be summed up after practicing with his own small attack, which can make him feel better. Receiving Fang's immortal and dying skills, he urged him to use it on Mr. H, guaranteeing that Mr. H would give up.

Song Ran agreed, saying that he would give him a repo after it was used up.

In the evening, the wonton shop opened on time, but He Zhiyuan unexpectedly had a poor appetite and poor performance, which surprised Song Ran. He was aroused by desire and could never burn it to the end, so he leaned into He Zhiyuan's ear and taught him the same bed skills he had learned.

In the middle of the night, Song Ran's whole body was dismantled by He Zhiyuan.

It's so cool, I don't want to come again in my life.

He slept until the afternoon, grabbed his red and swollen ass and got up to write a repo, boasting of his amazing performance, which made Mr. H flow into a river.

"The old customer of the wonton shop" sent a fascinated smile and replied, "It's a good life."

So Song Ran paid close attention to the other party, exchanged technical details with him every day, and passed it on to He Zhiyuan, and the next day, he framed Mr. H for his delirious reaction.

Day by day, Song Ran's comics became more and more violent.

About a month later, Song Ran began to feel that something was wrong—his eighteen-ban communication with "the regular customer of the wonton shop" turned from a preview to a replay.

Specifically, if He Zhiyuan used a certain method to toss him the night before, then the next day, "the regular customer of the wonton shop" will just teach him this method.

For a week, every day, like a stern warning.

Moreover, the more miserable he draws Mr. H in the comics, the more miserable he will be in reality. The wonton shop opened every night, the cook was stabbed every day, Song Ran was exhausted, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't get up.

He planted the seeds of doubt in his heart and began to observe He Zhiyuan seriously. The other party, as usual, should go to work, and he should get on him. Occasionally, he told He Zhiyuan a few well-known popular Weibo, and He Zhiyuan also responded with a "really interesting" response.

Not at all.

To be on the safe side, Song Ran took a special risk and deliberately sent a beautiful photo of Budoudou with his mobile phone while He Zhiyuan was building blocks with Bubu in the living room.

Two seconds later, the sofa was snatched by "the regular customer of the wonton shop", and the reply was "where did the cloth bag go today".

Song Ran's heart finally fell to the ground, and he continued to commit crimes against the wind, creating the sweet daily life of Mr. S and Mr. H.

Until the first anniversary of his marriage, he sent out a commemorative strip, telling the romantic plot of Mr. H's proposal to Mr. S.

Surprisingly, the "customer of the wonton shop" didn't come to grab the sofa. He sent a private message to Song Ran, the content was: Anniversary, give you a chance to counterattack.

Song Ran saw this line of words, the nuclear bomb exploded in front of him, and a huge mushroom cloud rose.

He sat stupidly in front of the computer for five minutes, ran to the study, and pushed open the door with a panicked face. He saw He Zhiyuan leaning against the window with his hands in his pockets, a black shirt, a gray vest, a classic bow tie, and a pair of flat lights on the bridge of his nose. Gold wire glasses, his expression is cold and abstinent.

It is exactly the same as Mr. H in his pen.

"You...that's, that's..."

Song Ran's lips knotted.

Mr. He turned to look at him and smiled meaningfully: "Yes, I am your regular customer."

Song Ran's face turned pale: "Is it too late for me to apologize now?"

"What do you say?"

Mr. He walked over step by step, stopped in front of Song Ran, stretched out his hand and touched his face, a light flashed on the lens: "I'm not angry, I really want to give you a chance to counterattack. I have taught you so much before, tonight It's time to accept the results."

Song Ran shook his head again and again: "You forgive me!"

"No." Mr. He lowered his head and pecked Songran's lips lightly, "I can't spare you."

That night, after their wedding anniversary dinner, they went home and coaxed Little Boob to sleep, and rolled into bed with each other in their arms. Mr. He held the frightened Xiao Songran in his hand and laughed at him: "This is the golden gun that Mr. S is proud of?"

Song Ran was extremely ashamed, sobbing and being pinned down by Mr. He, stuck and stuck, shot and shot.

After finishing the incident, he lay on the head of the bed, biting the quilt depressed, puzzled: "It doesn't make sense, you didn't even have the computer by your side, how did you grab the sofa?"

"you guess."

Mr. He kissed the back of his neck and licked it along the sweat-covered ridge, gradually going deep into his buttocks.

Song Ran smashed the pillow with tears: "You hack my computer!"

"I've never done such a low-level thing." Mr. He picked up Songran, stabilized his waist, and stepped forward again, "Keep guessing, I'll let you go when you guess right."

So Song Ran guessed all night, and cried all night, her voice was hoarse, and her tears dried up.

He swears that he will never draw a gangster in this life again.

【Extra · Part 4】 Day 887 (Mr. S opened another mooncake shop in a blink of an eye)

Another Mid-Autumn Festival, Song Ran decided to bake moon cakes at home.

Mr. He said it was difficult to understand. He applied for a change of family activities for two reasons: first, he was more used to eating moon cakes bought outside; second, he preferred the Soviet-style salt and pepper flavor compared to Cantonese-style moon cakes.

Su-style salt and pepper?

Song Ran sneered and denounced it as a cult that was even more anti-human than salty soy milk and sweet bean curd. He ruthlessly rejected Mr. He's application and replied: "Individual aliens in the family should respect the mainstream (that is, Bubu and Songran's) opinions." , and should also improve the quality of the selection of moon cakes.

It made Mr. He quite depressed.

On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mr. He and Boobu brushed their teeth and washed their faces, and sat face to face at the dining table waiting for breakfast.

Songran tied a small napkin to Bubu, brought a bowl of spinach and pork liver porridge, and half a soft-hearted egg cut vertically. He handed the small spoon into the child's hand, and then walked into the kitchen slowly. After a long time, he brought out a The small plate was placed in front of Mr. He.

Inside was a Soviet-style pretzel, and it was bitten off.

"This kind of loose puff pastry, bite down and remove a table of scum, what's so delicious!"

Song Ran wiped the corners of his lips in disgust, licked the meringue that remained on his fingertips, turned his head to go back to the kitchen, and He Zhiyuan grabbed his apron: "My porridge."

"Mr. He has no porridge today." Song Ran swiftly shook his apron, shaking off He Zhiyuan's hand, "Hmph, with a pair of pretzel mooncakes, my porridge won't be insulted like this."

Then he hummed an out-of-key tune and served himself porridge.

Seeing this, Bubu quickly stretched out his arm and handed over a spoon: "Well, eat it quickly!"

Mr. He was even more depressed when he ate his son's food.

At 9:30 in the morning, the family finished breakfast and started to make preparations in front of the door.

Today, I will go to the botanical garden to appreciate the sweet-scented osmanthus, and then go to the supermarket to buy ingredients for DIY mooncakes. Bubu was as happy as a husky, and happily ran back to his room to change his clothes.

Songran added dry food to each of the two cats and stood in front of the sink to wash the brushes.

He Zhiyuan came out after changing his shirt, and hugged him from behind affectionately, with both hands poking in along the apron tie, rubbing his waist restlessly: "Song Ran, I think you've been a little temperamental lately... pregnant?"

Song Ran hit him hard with her elbow: "You're just pregnant!"

He Zhiyuan smiled and asked, "Then why do you have to bake moon cakes yourself? Moon cakes are all over the place in the supermarket."

"G-movies are all over the place, why haven't you seen your lofty consciousness and let me go?" Song Ran held a steel ball in his hand and scrubbed the dishes vigorously, "This is a kind of parent-child activity!"

"Oh, parent-child activities, I really can't see that we are so open..."

He Zhiyuan deliberately misinterpreted what he meant, and reiterated it in a meaningful way, his hands touching down further and further, approaching the crotch of his trousers.

Song Ran was embarrassed, and slapped him across the apron: "I mean baking moon cakes, not eating wontons!"

He Zhiyuan sneered on his shoulder when he heard the words.

Song Ran blushed faintly: "Um... you should be more subtle in the future, don't always say that you want to eat wontons in front of Boo Bo, he is still young and still can't understand, what if he understands someday? Too shameless!"

"It makes sense." He Zhiyuan nodded in agreement, "Let's talk about baking moon cakes in the future."

"You are enough!"

Song Ran stomped on him angrily.

The big white silkworm cocoon passed by the kitchen door with a row of blue lights flashing, just in time to capture this scene, and a beep sounded, giving Songran a thousand points.

In the afternoon, they returned from the supermarket with a full load. The silver-gray Infiniti drove into the canopy parking space. Song Ran jumped out of the co-pilot and took Boobu out of the child seat. He Zhiyuan went around to the back and took out two large bags from the trunk. food. Song Ran took a bag tacitly, took out a box of moon cake molds from it and handed it to Bo Bu.

Everyone in the family of three had something to take, and happily went upstairs to make moon cakes.

He Zhiyuan was on the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, but he still had some work to do at the SwordArc headquarters, so he applied for a 20-minute do-not-disturb working time. Song Ran approved, and led Bubu to guard the kitchen, mixing noodles, mixing oil, melting sugar, and preparing for the moon cakes. Two lazy cats with nothing to do, curl up in Tai Chi gossip under the sun.

"Oops, stuck, stuck!"

In the kitchen, Bubu stretched out his small hand towards Songran, spread out his five fingers, with a few sticky noodles hanging between his fingers.

Song Ran helped him rinse off, wiped the flour from his cheeks, took out a pair of thin plastic gloves and put them on for him, before letting him go back to knead the face again.

Boob regards kneading the dough as a game, kneading it, pinching out a rabbit ear, kneading it again, pinching out a rabbit ear. Five minutes passed, and the dough turned into a lump of hedgehogs.

Song Ran couldn't help but ask, "Bubu, what is this?"

"Rabbit mooncakes!" Boob replied, "Many, many rabbits, a large nest, but only the ears are exposed!"

Song Ran was amused by his childish words and didn't correct it, he just let him knead and knead it, while he stood by the countertop and mixed the lotus paste stuffing. After adjusting for a while, he glanced at the cooking clock and said to Boob, "Go and tell Dad, there are five minutes left in work time."

"Oh!" Boob ran out and ran back again, "Dad said 'um'!"

Um?

Then it will definitely time out.

Song Ran knew all about the dark history of Mr. Workaholic. As long as this person answered "um", it meant that he didn't hear it at all. So he waited for the minute hand to move forward by five clicks, put down the stirring spoon, and walked to the living room—Mr. He was still working on his notebook intently, completely unaware of the passage of time.

"Zhiyuan, your time is up." Song Ran urged him across the coffee table, "Bubu should be in a hurry."

"Coming soon."

He Zhiyuan didn't look up, his right hand continued to tap the keyboard, and his left hand showed four fingers to him - it only took four minutes.

Song Ran went straight around the coffee table, bent down, held his hand, and pressed his fingers back one by one.

"No, not even for a minute." He was firm, "it's 20 minutes, it's 20 minutes. If you drag on, the kitchen will be cleaned up by you tonight, and you won't be allowed to eat or go to bed with the moon cakes made by Boob himself. I sleep, and there are no small wontons to eat."

He was wearing a red chipmunk apron when he said this. He Zhiyuan looked up and saw it. He was hot all over, and the charming thoughts in his mind came alive in an instant. With a tug, he turned his body sideways and pressed the person onto the sofa.

Song Ran was taken aback.

He still had flour and egg wash remaining on his hands, so he didn't dare to stain He Zhiyuan's expensive shirt, so he had to try to touch it with his elbow, and he was kissed on the wrist. He hurriedly retracted his hand and stared nervously at He Zhiyuan: "What are you doing? Boob is still in the kitchen."

"I'll ask a question, and you'll be free after you answer it." He Zhiyuan never likes to make things difficult for people, "I always feel that you've been very arrogant and lawless recently, and you're doing everything against me. What's the matter, you're taking dynamite?"

Song Ran blinked and smiled, "I did it on purpose."

He Zhiyuan: "Why?"

"Anyway, no matter how good you are during the day, you can't avoid being tossed by you at night, so it's better to be arrogant." Song Ran answered openly and frankly, "You are arrogant at night, I have to be arrogant during the day."

Hearing this, Mr. He's self-esteem took a serious blow: "Tossing? My skills are so poor?"

"It's not that the skills are bad..." Song Ran's ears suddenly turned red, and he whispered: "How can you say that about your skills... I, I am also dignified, I don't want to be fucked and fainted every night, you take it easy Son, can you?"

Mr. He received the supreme compliment and was in a good mood. He reached out and patted his very upturned butt, and said with a doting smile: "Okay, I promise not to make you faint tonight."

Under Songran's urging, Mr. He put his work on hold and joined the mooncake team as the main DPS, which led to the rapid advancement of the dungeon, and quickly captured a series of levels such as dough kneading, stuffing, skin wrapping, moulding, baking and so on.

After a long wait of thirty minutes, Mr. He personally took out a plate of lotus seed egg yolk mooncakes from the oven. There were six mooncakes in total.

Bubu drooled three thousand feet down, Song Ran quickly grabbed a tissue and put it in his pocket.

The homemade moon cakes are really different from the coquettish cheap goods outside. They taste fresh and soft. Song Ran specially picked up some crushed cinnamon in the botanical garden in the morning, sprinkled them into the egg yolk filling, and bit his lips and teeth to leave a fragrance. Bubu had been busy all afternoon and was so hungry that he ate a mouthful of egg yolk residue, slapped his little belly and burped wildly. Every time he beat him, he laughed out loud. Songran was afraid that he would choke on his throat, so he just gave him Watered down.

That night, Bu Bu was obviously overexcited. After eating the moon cakes, he kept acting like a spoiled child to He Zhiyuan, asking him to accompany him to ride the paper model car. Later, He Zhiyuan went to the study to deal with the work. He grabbed the cat-fighting stick and provoked a fight between the cloth bag and the cloth bag, while squatting beside him to watch the battle.

At ten o'clock, Song Ran put away the toys scattered all over the floor, took the cloth to take a bath, finally washed it, dried it, put it on the bed, and was entangled with two fairy tales. When he finished his mission and returned to the bedroom, Mr. He had already taken a shower, and was wearing a silk nightgown, leaning on the bedside to flip through magazines, and the corners of his lips curled up happily when he saw him come in.

As soon as he saw He Zhiyuan's hot eyes, Song Ran knew that he had to sell wontons again tonight, and immediately tightened his butt - seven days a week, every day, the oiran was not as dedicated as him.

No way, who made him like He Zhiyuan more than anyone else, so much so that he couldn't even say the words of rejection.

Thinking of Jun chrysanthemum itching, seeing Jun chrysanthemum blooming, what about morals.

Song Ran was extremely ashamed, pointed to the bathroom and asked, "Today, um, what kind of smell do you want?"

He Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Rose."

"it is good."

Song Ran's cheeks flushed, she picked up the bath towel and went into the bathroom. She rinsed the body over and over again to remove the smell of oily fumes from her body. After washing it, she took out a bottle of rose essential oil and a few gadgets from the closet, very seriously. Lubricate and expand yourself. Half an hour later, he pushed open the door and came out. He Zhiyuan was gone, and a bright red apron stood on the big bed.

With a note: Come to the kitchen.

isn't it?

Naked... Naked apron play? ! So perverted?

Song Ran collapsed onto the bed, grabbed his apron and wailed aloud—forget about the sexy clothes, but this, this is the home style that he has been wearing for a few months! There is also a cute chipmunk drawn on it. It must be as serious as it is, and it must be as good as it is. It is too awkward to be used for fun play tonight.

He looked left and right, and after struggling for a long time, he didn't have the face to wear it. Later, he thought that He Zhiyuan was still outside, and he might have softened after waiting for a long time.

Song Ran went into battle in a vacuum, her whole body was bare, and the twill fabric of her apron was not too soft, it would harden if she rubbed against her nipples, and her erotic swelled up into two small red beans, her crotch was obviously bulging, not even at all. .

He opened the door, bare feet, covered his legs, and slipped out like a thief.

The living room, dining room and kitchen are all dark, not a single light is on.

In order to allow him to retain a sense of security hiding in the dark, He Zhiyuan thoughtfully turned off all lighting equipment, and even cut off the power of Xiao Q, which was running 24 hours a day, and grieved the ground wall in the corner of the living room.

Song Ran realized the cherished love, and immediately turned his back, not scolding He Zhiyuan for being perverted.

He walked step by step, touching the wall, quietly past the child's door, and quietly across the living room corridor, his cheeks getting hotter and hotter as he walked - the apron's straps were long, tied and hanging down. Most of the time, as soon as he walked, the tail of the belt swayed, constantly touching his sensitive waist and buttocks.

It's so itchy, I'll cut it off tomorrow!

He swore red-faced.

When Song Ran arrived in the kitchen, He Zhiyuan was waiting for him by the countertop.

S City is a city that never sleeps. Thousands of ever-bright neon lights turn into a flowing Milky Way, refracted repeatedly in the midnight sky, shrouded in a magnificent dark red. Mottled lights floated outside the window, the light was half-bright and half-dark, reflecting the sexy silhouette of the man.

He has broad shoulders, a strong chest, and eight well-defined abdominal muscles, and at this moment is tantalizingly zooming with steady breathing. He lowered his head, his eyes and expressions were hidden in the shadows, Song Ran could not see clearly, but the fierce and angry shape of the genitals outlined by the pure cotton underwear made Song Ran feel a huge pressure and a strong thirst.

As much fear of pain, as much desire for love.

This man... is always the whirlpool of his erotic center.

Song Ran has always been reluctant to admit that no matter how daring he is during the day, when he meets naked at night, his small heart will force him to turn into a gravel and bow his head to his gods.

How to describe his dependence on He Zhiyuan?

About as long as He Zhiyuan gave an order, he would walk over on his knees without being able to resist, like a coquettish kitten, worshiping those legs with his cheeks and lips, and then raised his head, obsessively, reverently, begging him to lower his bones. pity.

He Zhiyuan is better to him than the sky is to a bird with broken wings.

Song Ran looked at the tall man in front of him, his breathing gradually became disordered, his lower abdomen was hot, and his sexuality was about to burst open, so that he was pressed against the door for three seconds by his back-cut hands before he realized that He Zhiyuan had already attacked him.

So urgent.

Anxious and reassuring, willing to indulge all animal desires derived from love.

Song Ran obediently closed his eyes and stood close to the door, feeling He Zhiyuan's hot breath approaching quickly from behind, pounced on his earlobe, held it with his teeth, and pecked passionately for a moment, then lingered on the back of his neck, along the way. The fragile spine kissed all the way.

An inch, an inch lower.

He Zhiyuan kissed fiercely, and when his lips and teeth touched the skin, there would always be a clear wetting sound. After the kiss reached his waist, he suddenly knelt on one knee behind Song Ran.

"You... you don't... "

Song Ran imagined that incredible scene, and was almost unable to breathe.

The front is still the autumn night, and the rear has become a scorching summer. The heat surged and swept over him, and he began to sweat profusely, his bloated cock rubbing hard against the rough fabric, it hurt, but a drop of humiliation was overflowing.

The sensitive zone on the back has always been Song Ran's death point. It is like a splash of fresh blood, instantly awakening the beast that feeds on lust in his body. He trembled violently, his teeth tightened more and more, his body tried to move towards the door, and he stuck to a few cold tiles, but he couldn't lower his burning body temperature.

The man stayed on his waist for a moment, and then licked up along his spine, at an extremely slow speed, comparable to torture.

Song Ran couldn't take it anymore: "Don't, stop licking, you are like this... ah... it's better to go directly... "

"You think I don't want to go straight up?!" He Zhiyuan slammed into his waist, put it to his ear, and bit down hard, "If you come a step later, I'm going to play rape play instead."

rape?

Song Ran's eyes deepened, and his five fingers gradually tightened in the dark.

In the next second, he suddenly exerted force and slammed his elbow back, forcing the unprepared He Zhiyuan to fall back half a step. on the refrigerator.

He Zhiyuan: "... Song Ran?"

"do not move."

He smiled slyly, raised his head and kissed He Zhiyuan's lips, then he knelt down under the stunned eyes of the other party, took off the pair of pure cotton underwear, hit his face with the thick red and thick penis, opened his mouth Stay, lick the wet column skillfully, and put it into the depths of the mouth.

"Uh… "

The unexpected pleasure was both turbulent and gentle, He Zhiyuan gradually relaxed, gasped in satisfaction, stretched out his hand, stroked Songran's hair and cheeks in the dark, and asked hoarsely, "What's the matter? Get up and do this for me."

Song Ran shook his head and didn't say anything, but instead he took his penis deeper.

He clenched his mouth and used the soft tongue to wrap the stem body repeatedly. Occasionally, the stem head penetrated too deeply, so he deliberately swallowed, letting his throat squeeze the sensitive tender meat at the top. Every now and then, He Zhiyuan would take a breath of air, and then his taste buds would taste an even more masculine scent.

Song Ran was almost fascinated by this sexy out-of-control voice.

After a while, he spit out most of the wet sexual equipment, sucked the top of it reluctantly, and said with a smile, "It's called rape if you go against your will. I'm already like this, how can you rape me?"

He Zhiyuan was too shocked to speak, but in the next second, Song Ran did something even more shocking—he slammed the ice eject button on the refrigerator door, and waited for the ice outlet to smash a pile of crushed ice. , grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, and quickly grabbed the sex tool around his lips.

"Hold!"

He Zhiyuan couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

Ice cubes are physical stimulation, while Song Ran's boldness is psychological stimulation. The two stimulations go into battle together. He Zhiyuan's calmness is like being thrown into an ice crusher and shattered into pieces.

For about two minutes, his breathing became unsteady, his chin was raised, and the back of his head was pressed against the refrigerator door. While breathing heavily, he rubbed Songran's hair and tried his best to restrain his desire to straighten his waist and go deep into his throat. .

"A little deeper... a little deeper... well, nice..."

After a while, Song Ran heard the rapid breathing above her head, and just wanted to take it deeper, but was pushed away by an uncontrollable force.

He slumped to the ground in embarrassment, and saw a large stream of semen splashing out in front of him, soiling the red apron in front of him.

He Zhiyuan shot a lot this time, and his apron was covered with turbid liquid. Song Ran looked down for a while, looked up at him, her face flushed, and the corners of her eyes were stained with clear water.

"Zhiyuan, me, can I..."

He sat on the ground, hesitantly spread his legs apart, put his hands under the apron, held the long-standing sexual device, and began to slap himself eagerly, occasionally letting out an unbearable groan or two.

Even if he doesn't touch, as long as he can see this man in his eyes, he can orgasm without regret.

He Zhiyuan was about to be maddened by his appearance. He bent over to stand up, dragged him into the restaurant, pressed him firmly in front of the three-meter-high floor-to-ceiling window, and masturbated for him himself.

They lived on the twelfth floor and had a wide field of vision. As soon as they looked up, they could see the full moon hanging high.

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the light is bright and clear, like a layer of milk pouring down.

Song Ran's facial features were particularly clearly illuminated by the moonlight, including red ears, clenched lips, nose tipped with sweat, and eyes engulfed in lust. Even in such a moment when he was completely captured by desire, he was always as clean as a big boy.

He Zhiyuan stared at his passionate lover, turned his face sideways, and placed a series of broken kisses on his sweaty cheek.

Song Ran, you probably don't believe it, I also have a love that is no less than yours.

I love the haze you have carried in the past, the light you will bathe in in the future, the place you walk through every inch, and the time you breathe every second.

Every reunion day in the future, I will accompany you by your side.

Songran, did you hear me?

He parted the two wet buttocks, poked his fingers into the hole from the pink hole, stirred gently for a while, then withdrew, stabilizing his cock which was growing again, and inserted it deeply.

"what!"

The young man in his arms couldn't take it anymore, he groaned, and subconsciously tightened his body, but he quickly adjusted his breathing with the help of past experience, tried to relax his buttocks, and wanted to accept him.

He Zhiyuan then slowly put his waist up and sent it in. Every time he put it in, he would be bitten by the warm intestines.

Song Ran's front was vigorous, as hard as a hot iron pillar, and the back was roughly pried open, but it looked like a wet and hot nest. He Zhiyuan gradually pushed the whole root to the end, and twitched tentatively twice. Seeing that he was in good condition, he stopped restraining himself. He grabbed Song Ran's waist and moved violently, slamming into the sensitive point fiercely.

In fact, he didn't intend to be too cruel, but in Song Ran's body, he often lost control.

Sexual desire was originally an evil poppy, but to him, Song Ran was like a vast sea of ​​blooming poppies, gorgeous and fragrant. In the sea of ​​flowers, there was a way forward, but there was no way to return.

During He Zhiyuan's continuous attacks, a strong smell of estrus permeated the air, mixed with a hint of mint fragrance of shower gel. As Song Ran twisted and struggled, the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered in a mess of sweat, gradually appearing dirty.

The turbulent sweat flowed endlessly, drop by drop, soaking the floor beside their feet.

The climax of love between the two came faster and stronger than expected, Song Ran was unbearable, turned his head eagerly, entangled with He Zhiyuan's lips and tongue, and was reluctant to let go when his breath was about to break. With the last few collisions, he straightened his heart with joy, and the refreshing pleasure climbed over the peak, poured out into the essence of water, and splashed on the glass and the floor.

During the process, I did not know when the tie was torn, and the soaked red apron quietly fell off Song Ran's body, enshrining this mature body soaked in lust under the moonlight.

It's like that... it makes one want to cherish it.

This time, He Zhiyuan kept his promise and didn't faint Song Ran, so after the affair, they stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows embracing each other, looking at the perfect moon in the night sky.

"I just... I seem to hear you say that you love me." Song Ran's consciousness was still a little confused, and she gasped lightly, "Did you say that?"

He Zhiyuan nodded: "I said it."

Song Ran asked, "When?"

"When you want to hear it." He Zhiyuan smiled gently, "Whenever you want to hear this sentence, I will say it exactly once."

Liar!

Song Ran muttered in his heart, but the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He muttered to himself: I want to hear it now, especially want to hear it, you talk, you talk.

Then, he was hugged even tighter by He Zhiyuan.

"I love you." The man approached his ear and said in a familiar sexy voice, "Songran, I love you."

【Extra · Part 5】Day X Mini Boob Birth (Birth)

Bubu is very happy recently. He shows off in kindergarten all day long, saying that he is about to have a small attendant, and he even distributes lollipops to other children to show his joy.

Lily of the Valley was the first to choose lollipops.

She carefully picked an orange-flavored one, and while peeling off the candy paper, she asked, "Where is your little follower?"

Bubu said, "In my brother's belly!"

Lily of the Valley gave a long "Oh", bit the lollipop, and said, "Then it will be a long time before you see him."

"It's okay!" said Bubu happily, "a few months will soon pass, and when he comes out, I will teach him to walk, run, and catch cats, and make him a qualified little follower."

"Wait a minute." Ling Lan interrupted him with a raised small palm and asked in confusion, "Is your brother also an Omega?"

"No."

Boob shook his head vigorously.

Suzuran: "Then why is he pregnant?"

Boob thought for a while, then tilted his head and spread his hands: "Maybe some mysterious force is doing something."

Lily of the Valley: "… "

Due to some mysterious force, Song Xiaoran was inexplicably pregnant, and Mr. He was very happy.

Song Xiaoran himself expressed that he was not happy at all, clutching his bulging belly to act as a demon at home, and no longer returning to the image of a homely boy.

Mr. He called to consult Zhan Yuwen, and the other party replied calmly: "During pregnancy, hormone disorders, emotional sensitivity, it is normal to be a demon, your family is still a man. You have made people's stomach bigger, so you can't be more lenient? Ten Months will pass in a flash, so relax."

Mr. He took it seriously and began to try his best to spoil his wife.

On this day, Song Xiaoran sat cross-legged on the sofa, with her chest out and her belly raised, she pulled the hem of her T-shirt and tried to pull it down, covering her slightly bulging belly. One second, two seconds, three seconds... He couldn't hold back any slack, his stomach suddenly bulged in a big circle, and the T-shirt slid on immediately, sagging over his belly.

"… "

Song Xiaoran stared at his bare stomach, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he patted the sofa and shouted, "He Zhiyuan!"

The study opened the door, and Mr. He came out, hurried to the sofa, knelt down on one knee, and asked him with concern, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaoran pointed to his stomach: "Look, there are no abdominal muscles! It's all your fault!"

Mr. He was helpless: "This..."

Song Xiaoran was in good shape before she was pregnant. She was 1.78 meters tall. She developed four-pack abs with Mr. He. She had a beautiful shape, and she pinched it complacently. After pregnancy, the abdominal muscles gradually loosened, and the four became two, and the two became one. Depressed after years of fitness gains were destroyed.

Mr. He remembered that Zhan Yuwen had said that the pregnant husband had to be pampered, so he reached out and touched the group of xiaolongbao, comforting Song Xiaoran: "Imagine that these abdominal muscles did not disappear, but ran into the stomach. Inside, turned into a little baby... how is it, do you feel any better?"

Song Ran fried his hair on the spot and stabbed him fiercely with an eye knife: "It's easy to say! You have eight-pack abs, why don't you play with twins?"

Mr. He: "..."

I have to admit that the appearance of Song Xiaoran holding her stomach and frying her hair is really hot, which makes people want to bully him even more.

Mr. He licked his lips and smiled, and a gun was erected somewhere.

Song Xiaoran hadn't complained enough yet, when Mr. He suddenly threw himself on the sofa, and the other party leaned over to kiss him, unbuttoning his clothes and trousers while kissing. Song Xiaoran was caught off guard and cursed. At first, there were a few hard words. Later, Mr. He took off his pants, grabbed the "handle" and licked it a few times, and then opened his legs with a groan.

Once the position is lost, swearing is like flirting, and struggling is like seduction. Soon, the pliable little white waist was twisted and lost his spine.

Mr. He smiled and said, "You said, if I shoot in another shot now, will you be pregnant with twins?"

Song Xiaoran raised her blushing neck, her Adam's apple kept swallowing, and she shouted a little aggrieved: "Go, go away... uh... ah..."

Mr. He was not angry either, he carried his gun and walked away from the enemy's line, killing and looting, making the sofa shake into a small boat in the storm.

When Song Xiaoran was seven months pregnant, her small belly turned into a big belly, and her abdominal muscles were gone forever. Mr. He comforted him for a long time, and promised to accompany him to practice with him immediately after giving birth, and the little warm man at home officially returned.

Young people in the third trimester have a milder personality than before.

He likes to tell stories to Boob by leaning on the head of the bed, and the unborn baby listens to it through his belly. Occasionally, he is happy when he hears it, and he twists his body happily, and Boob is greatly surprised. He also likes to wear little yellow duck pajamas and boob with parent-child clothes. Bubu is short, short-handed and short-footed, like a little duck. Song Ran was tall, and he didn't look like much before, but now his stomach is propping up his clothes, and his body looks like a duck.

In order to take care of Song Xiaoran, Mr. He obliged to undertake all the housework.

He is not very good at Chinese food, so he must read recipes when cooking. Every night when he was in charge of cooking, he looked back and saw two cute creatures, one big and one small, waiting at the door waiting to be fed, and he felt that the greatest happiness in his life was this.

Song Xiaoran did not stop working after she became pregnant, and continued to receive manuscripts. Mr. He was afraid that he would be tired, so he strictly supervised him every day, and the cumulative working hours should not exceed four hours. Once Song Xiaoran felt tired halfway through painting, rubbed his waist, raised his head, and saw Mr. He standing at the door.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. He hooked his hand: "Come in the room and rub your waist."

After Song Xiaoran found out that she was pregnant, Mr. He specially found someone to learn massage skills, and he was skilled and provided one hour service every night. Song Xiaoran just had a sore back, so he followed him back to the bedroom, climbed into the bed, picked up a soft pillow and lay on his side on the edge of the bed, lifted up his home clothes, revealing a fair waist.

Mr. He pressed and asked, "Is it particularly easy to get sour recently?"

"It's normal to have a big belly." Song Xiaoran snorted comfortably, "A little down, in the middle."

"it is good."

Mr. He moved his position according to the words, and continued: "I was in a meeting in the study just now, and I took a ball and stuffed it in front of my stomach. It's the kind of inflatable ball that Bubu always likes to play in the bathtub. I want to experience your feeling... Sitting for a long time. After that, it is indeed easy to have backache."

Song Xiaoran was delighted: "Do you practice all this?"

"How do you know you're uncomfortable?" Mr. He pressed down along his spine, pinching every tight waist along the way, "I ordered a chair for you, which will be delivered by air and arrive in three days."

Song Xiaoran turned his head: "What chair?"

"The ergonomic chair specially designed for pregnant women is oddly shaped and very comfortable to sit on." Mr. He introduced, "This chair was still on the drawings a few weeks ago, I went through the back door and took it off for you in advance. "

Song Xiaoran got up, hugged his Mr. He, pouted his lips, and printed a soft kiss.

"Thank you, you are the best."

With the ergonomic chair, Song Xiao was much more comfortable during the second half of her pregnancy. Of course, the convenience he enjoys is more than this - Mr. He has been in charge of SwordArc's home robot branch in recent years. He knows the industry's black technology well, and often comes back to serve Song Xiaoran with some novel things, and serves him comfortably.

The mini boob grows like this, and it grows to nine months, which is approaching the due date.

Song Xiaoran was inexperienced. As soon as her stomach hurt, she thought she was going to give birth. She rushed to the hospital several times, and made Mr. He laugh and cry.

Mr. He said: "The doctor told me to go to the hospital when the pain is rhythmic. Forgot?"

Song Xiaoran couldn't save face, and asked angrily: "What is 'rhythm'? Phoenix Legend or Tianjin Allegro?"

Mr. He hugged him and said with a smile, "Anyway, it's impossible to give birth to a pain like you do."

"Just laugh at me as much as you like, bad father with no conscience." Song Xiaoran pushed him away, holding his stomach alone and sulking, "It wasn't your birth, of course you are the number one in the world calm down, standing and talking without back pain, Humph."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Mr. He coaxed him, "I admit my mistake, okay?"

"No." Song Xiaoran refused to forgive, "It's not sincere at all."

Mr. He had to ask, "Then how can you forgive me?"

Song Xiaoran pointed to his stomach: "You let Thomas spin, and I will forgive you immediately."

"… "

In the face of the unreasonable trouble of the little pregnant husband, even Mr. He with high emotional intelligence cannot handle it properly. He was about to defend a few words, when Song Xiaoran suddenly covered his stomach, frowned, and bent down in pain.

"I forgive you! Forgive you!" Song Xiaoran changed his words for a second, begging for mercy miserably, "You make it stop, hurry up!"

Mr. He: "I..."

What can I do?

Three hours later, the bedroom.

Song Xiaoran lay weakly in Mr. He's arms, sweating profusely, and said with a trembling voice, "I, I seem to... have found a little feeling... "

Mr. He asked, "How do you feel?"

"Festival... rhythm..." Song Xiaoran described incoherently, "It's the kind of rhythm that the doctor said before, especially strong, wanting to have a child..."

"Then you still refuse to go to the hospital?!"

Mr. He almost jumped up.

Song Xiaoran looked ashamed and indignant: "I wasn't sure just now! In case of another oolong, where would I put my face?"

"Then how can you be sure now?" Mr. He's face was ashen, "It hurts?"

"No... Yes, it's the butt..." Song Xiaoran squeezed, buried his face in his neck, and whispered like a mosquito, "My butt is wet..."

"… "

Mr. He sat quietly for five seconds, reached out and touched his butt, picked up the phone, and dialed 120 directly.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Bubu kindergarten was dismissed, and she said goodbye to Linglan, and was taken to the hospital by her substitute father, Zhan Yuwen.

Song Xiaoran was crying in the delivery room.

"It sounds so painful." Bu Bu was sitting outside, holding his heart, with a very worried expression, "How long will it take for my brother to be in pain before he is willing to come out?"

Zhan Yuwen didn't have a letter of approval either, so he had to say, "It's okay, your father is with him, he will be out soon."

At this moment, Mr. He, who was accompanying the delivery, had been pinched and bruised.

Song Xiaoran's abdominal muscles were gone, but her strength was still there. When she was in labor pain, the terrifying force came up, she straightened her waist, stretched her legs, and firmly grabbed Mr. He's arm to vent her anger. Mr. He gasped, feeling that compared to this, the pain of scratching Song Xiaoran's back during his orgasm was like scratching his back.

Fortunately, Song Xiaoran is young and healthy, with plenty of physical strength. She is afraid of pain, but she listens to the midwife's words and uses her strength whenever she wants. Less than half an hour after entering the delivery room, Mini Boob was born smoothly.

The moment he heard the baby cry, Mr. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned down, held Song Xiaoran's face, kissed the sweaty forehead and lips for a long time, and said lovingly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Xiaoran panted: "No, I'm exhausted."

Mr. He: "..."

Boob finally got what he wanted and got a cute little follower.

The little follower is really a small follower, small, soft, and can't walk after six months, let alone running and catching cats. He would just crawl and crawl behind Boob, as slow as a turtle.

Budoudou wagged his tail, took light small steps, and passed by with a dick.

"woo..."

Mini Boob was at the back, so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

Bubu hurriedly played his brother's duty, took Budoudou back to his original place, and ordered it: "Don't overtake, be polite!"

The cat stroked its whiskers and lay down on the ground arrogantly.

Mini Boob burst into laughter, and continued to crawl forward slowly, crawling across one floor, one floor, another floor, rubbing, rubbing, and arching into Bobu's arms with a strong scent of milk .

On the sofa a few feet away from them, Song Xiaoran also cuddled in Mr. He's arms, hugging his waist and sleeping peacefully and sweetly.

【Special Extra·The Sixth】Day ∞

Many days have passed, many autumns, winters and springs.

Today is the first day that Songran and Mr. He met, and how many years are they married?

No one can figure it out.

But it doesn't matter at all, because every day in the past or in the future, Song Ran lived perfectly with his Mr. He and Xiao Bubu.