In order to go home and "punish" Qiu Qiu, Fu Ruien got off work earlier than usual today.
He finished the work at hand and quickly packed his briefcase. There are five documents on his case that have not yet been approved. He picked them up and put them in his briefcase. After thinking for a while, he felt that he might not have so much free time tonight, so he took out three more documents.
When his secretary He Yu knocked on the door and came in, Fu Ruien had already turned off the computer.
"Mr. Fu, are you leaving now?" He Yu was taken aback, "But your schedule says that in 20 minutes, Mr. Zheng and the general manager of the beauty marketing department will come to report to you about the latest work."
Fu Ruien raised his eyebrows and said, "Old Zheng?... He won't come."
"Mr. Zheng is busy?" He Yu flipped through the notepad in his hand, "I haven't received any notice from Mr. Zheng that he will reschedule."
"You go out and wait now, and you will receive it in five minutes."
He Yu was thrown out of the office by Fu Ruien with an inexplicable expression, but just as he walked to his desk, the intercom phone rang, and the caller's name was displayed on the phone screen—as Fu Ruien expected, it was Lao Zheng calling .
He Yu: ... When did the boss light up the prophecy talent
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When Fu Ruien pushed open the door of the house, the house was quiet. If it weren't for Qiu Qiu's sneakers neatly placed on the shoe rack, Fu Ruien would have thought that Tang Son hadn't come home yet.
Usually when he came home, Qiu Qiu would make dinner, but today the stove was empty, and the figure who was supposed to be busy in the kitchen wearing an apron did not appear.
But it doesn't matter, President Fu's dinner today is a candy Qiu Qiu covered in honey.
The master bedroom opened a small door, and there were sparse sounds from inside, which sounded like they were getting dressed.
Fu Ruien suppressed the excitement and anticipation in his heart, deliberately stepped down, and walked towards the bedroom.
Hearing familiar footsteps, the voice inside the door disappeared instantly.
"Qiuqiu, godfather is back, why don't you come out to see me?" Fu Ruien stopped at the door of the bedroom and asked intentionally.
In fact, of course he knew why Qiu Qiu didn't show up - he must be ashamed!
Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, Qiu Qiu's little head came out from the crack of the door, his face flushed red.
"Godfather..." He was ashamed, and said softly, "I'm a big man now... The high school uniform is really weird..."
"It's not surprising, why is it strange? We look good in everything we wear in Qiuqiu." Fu Ruien recalled that in the WeChat video, Qiu Qiu was wearing a well-fitting little shirt and trousers, as green as a small willow tree.
The wolf really wanted to pounce on him now, take off the cloak off Little Red Riding Hood, and lick and kiss every corner of his body over and over again.
"Is it really not surprising?"
"It's not surprising, Qiuqiu come out quickly, let godfather see you."
The little head retracted into the bedroom again, and Fu Ruien forced himself to show a gentleman's spirit and wait patiently. This is the first time they have played with uniforms, and Qiu Qiu has to get used to it step by step. Only in this way, can he play with little nurses, maids, and swimming trunks in the future...
After half a minute, the bedroom door was finally pushed open.
Fu Ruien subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look at Tang Son's appearance, but the young man who came out from behind the door was not wearing the suit-style school uniform he had just seen in the video, but a...
… er, sack-style athletic uniforms
The sports school uniform consisting of blue and white is the most common style in this city, no, the country. The wide school uniform is two sizes bigger than Qiu Qiu, and the cuffs of the trousers are tied with elastic bands, which is convenient for the students to run and jump. . There are three silver lanes on the sides of the legs and the sides of the arms. The specially used reflective fabric is dazzling under the bright lights of the room. It can be used to direct traffic on the road at any time. After three years of wearing and washing, the original pure white part of the school uniform is slightly yellowed, but the overall is still clean...
— But even if it is clean, this school uniform is far from what Fu Ruien expected.
"Godfather, don't you like it?" Seeing that Fu Ruien's expression was not as happy as he had imagined, Qiu Qiu felt a little disappointed, "I went back to my dad's place to get the clothes..."
When ordering school uniforms in the first year of senior high school, Qiu's mother said to buy a bigger size, and he would grow up later. He bought the largest size with blind confidence in his figure, but he didn't catch up with the clothes until he graduated. Fortunately, he is too handsome, even if his clothes drag him down, he is still a well-deserved school girl. A handsome person, not to mention wearing a sack, is prettier than others in a garbage bag.
Fu Ruien looked at the thin Qiu Qiu in his fat clothes, and looked at him blankly with a small face. Coupled with his inexperienced temperament, it was as if time had really gone back in time, making the sixteen-year-old He stood in front of himself.
Oops... I can't suppress the desire to spoil the cutie!
Guai Shushu hurried over and hugged Qiu Qiu into his arms: "Who says you don't like it? Godfather was dumbfounded just now, and I regret that I didn't meet you a few years earlier."
Qiu Qiu was shocked and said: "No, no, no, if you knew me a few years in advance, your godfather would be committing a crime."
Fu Ruien gently sucked his earlobe: "The godfather is also committing crimes now."
With such a cute baby in his arms, everyone wants to commit crimes on him.
Qiu Qiu's legs were weak when Fu Ruien kissed him. He was already familiar with being fucked by his godfather. Simple kisses and caresses can make him dazzled. While the two kissed affectionately, they stumbled towards the sofa. Qiu Qiu said vaguely: "Actually, I still have some accessories on my school uniform. It's been too long and I can't find them."
Fu Ruien pressed him on the sofa, and the man's strong body enveloped him, bringing a full sense of oppression. Fu Ruien didn't mind a longer foreplay. His hands walked leisurely on Qiu Qiu's body, while he asked Qiu Qiu what accessories he had.
"Actually, I still have a badge, a regiment badge, and..."
"what else?"
Qiu Qiu whispered, "There is also a pair of sleeves."
"..."
"That's my family's ancestral sleeve. My grandma made it for my dad when he first entered the publishing house!"
Fu Ruien imagined the stupid look of Qiu Qiu in high school with sleeves on his sack uniform, and he was deeply shocked by the scene that appeared in his mind.
"...Okay, Qiuqiu, if you go on, your godfather will soften."
"Huh?!" Qiu Qiu was very nervous, and quickly reached out to touch it, "No, godfather, you are very hard!"
Hearing such a straightforward compliment from Tang Zi, Fu Ruien couldn't laugh or cry. In order to live up to Qiu Qiu's five-star praise, it seems that he must work hard tonight.
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The large school uniform jacket has been worn for several years, and there are scattered hairballs on the hem of the school uniform, and the smooth zipper is pulled back one by one, revealing the body of the young man covered by it. Qiu Qiu was lying in a pure white summer T-shirt, with the school name embroidered with blue thread on the chest, and Fu Ruien's fingers pressed the line heavily.
He said word by word: "High school is also a famous school. Qiuqiu is really a good student."
The fingertips covered with a thin layer of calluses moved left and right on the school name, Qiu Qiu let out an unbearable gasp, his upper body was like an arch bridge, expecting and fearing that his godfather's fingers would move there.
Qiu Qiu's sensitive body quickly gave the best response. The little flesh that was repeatedly ravaged by Fu Ruien stood upright under the rough acrylic fabric, and the flesh on the other side was not to be outdone, trembling even though it was not loved at all. Stand up tremblingly. On the young man's chest, two points on the left and one on the right supported the white cloth, with a faint tinge of bright red.
He took the initiative to lift one leg, and impatiently rubbed his knees against the huge gap between his godfather's legs. The loose school uniform pants slipped down from his waist at some point, revealing a slender waist and a faint tenderness in his lower abdomen. pubic hair.
Qiu Qiu's face was flushed red, and his forehead and body were covered with sweat.
As he struggled, thin sweat slid down his skin, and a naughty drop of sweat fell into the round navel.
When he put on this unattractive dress, his mentality seemed to return to the summer when he was sixteen years old. The nocturne of adolescence had just hit the first note, and the throbbing of long-overdue spring love filled every strand of his hair. He looked up at the mature man hanging over him, at the resolute eyebrows of his godfather, Qiu Qiu raised his hand to stroke the slight stubble on his chin.
Actually... In fact, Qiu Qiu also thought that it would be great if he could meet his godfather earlier. Those spring, summer, autumn and winter struggling in the sea of questions, those engraved in the meeting room from seven to ten, if they met one year earlier, they could have been with them for one year earlier.
Fu Ruien did not miss the regret in Qiu Qiu's eyes. He lowered his head and kissed the eyes of the baby in his arms, conveying the strongest love to him.
Different ages are destined to meet different people—
Forty-year-old Fu Ruien fell in love with twenty-one-year-old Qiu Qiu the first time they met.
However, the thirty-five-year-old Fu Ruien might not be attracted to the sixteen-year-old Qiu Qiu.
Each of them needs to experience different things and have different feelings. They have to grow on their own tracks. Before they grow enough to make the branches and tendrils connect and intertwine, meeting in advance may not necessarily lead to a better future.
Fu Ruien is very satisfied with everything he has now. The young lover lies in his arms and opens his body to welcome him.
He sent himself between Qiu Qiu's buttocks, and the "heat" and "pleasure" brought by the combination were far less than the "satisfaction" in his heart. He supported Qiu Qiu's flexible waist with both hands, and Qiu Qiu's arms hung on his back. Their lips and teeth cuddled together, and the sticky love juice mixed together, as if blood and heartbeat were also merged into one.