The "rescue soldier" invited by Beiquan is a member of the local Taoist law association in Citi.
The middle-aged man at the head is surnamed Zou. Everyone calls him Uncle Zou. He is the chairman of the Texas branch. His ancestral home is F province. His grandfather is a very famous Feng Shui master, and his father is the third son of the family. Citigroup built a lucrative family business by relying on its old bank.
Uncle Zou's Taoism was naturally inherited from his father.
In fact, not only Uncle Zou, but the group of people who came this time are also from family backgrounds. Although they have left their homeland, they still haven't left their ancestral kung fu.
Before leaving for Citiland, Beiquan asked Shimen to contact some reliable people for him.
It's a pity that due to the rush of the trip, it was not until last night that Zhu Ling called from overseas and gave Beiquan Uncle Zou's communication method.
After the two got in touch, Uncle Zou heard that Chen Dafa's family might have a powerful "prisoner" hidden in his house, as well as an unknown practitioner with unknown identities and intentions. help.
It's just that although Uncle Zou lives in Dezhou, he is still a long drive away from Chen Dafa's manor. When he gathers a good manpower to arrive in a hurry, he will only have time to clean up the mess.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were sent by Uncle Zou to drive them to a villa more than 200 kilometers away.
The two young people in charge of carrying the stretcher and driving the car placed Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan in the villa, told them that a "doctor" would come later, and solemnly told them "never go out without permission", and left in a hurry.
Wei Fuyuan carried Beiquan into the room and carefully placed it on the bed.
They have been in the car for three full hours.
Compared with when he first woke up, Beiquan seemed to have recovered a little, but his face was still pale and his spirit was very sluggish.
When the two left Chen Dafa Manor, they were in a hurry. They only had time to take away their documents and mobile phones, as well as Beiquan's black suitcase and black umbrella. Other than that, there was no time to pack other luggage, so they could only be handed over to Uncle Wu and the others. Well done.
Fortunately, Wei Fuyuan found brand new and clean clothes in the closet of the room, and he didn't hesitate to use them.
While washing, Wei Fuyuan looked at his back with the bathroom mirror.
The spell that Beiquan had drawn on his back had completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Wei Fuyuan took a fighting bath.
After changing into new clothes, he found another washbasin, took the hot water, and brought it into the room.
At this time, Beiquan had already sat up, leaning on the head of the bed, and pressing his phone with his head down.
"Beiquan, are you feeling better?"
Wei Fuyuan put the washbasin beside the bed, put aside the embarrassment, and cleared his throat:
"I-I'll give you a wipe..."
The two tossed for a whole day, first dealing with the gangsters who broke into the mansion, then fighting against Yamamoto Akihiko, and then killing the live ghost baby and the ghost, not only exhausted, but also covered with sweat and dust, even if there is no cleanliness. , has endured to the limit.
Beiquan put down his phone and smiled at his assistant:
"thanks."
After saying that, he unbuttoned the buttons generously and took off his clothes.
Wei Fuyuan's eyes fell on Beiquan, and he swallowed subconsciously.
Ever since he was hired into "Santuchuan" and followed Beiquan to deal with the ghosts for the first time, Wei Fuyuan has been stripped down in front of his boss.
Because he didn't know how to use his power of merit before, every time he encountered a ghost, he had to go up to the bar, and he would inevitably be invaded by the ghost's yin. Afterwards, Beiquan would bring a plate of steamed Glutinous rice went to the bathroom to wash him.
- This is the same as Beiquan takes care of me, just like Beiquan takes care of me!
Wei Fuyuan kept reminding himself not to think wildly, but it was difficult to look away from Beiquanbai to Sai Xuebushuang's chest.
Although Beiquan is thin, his physique is not thin. He should have a lot of muscles and outlines. The lines are smooth and beautiful, and he looks like a finely crafted jade carving.
- Don't think crooked!
- You should be more aggressive, don't think about it!
Wei Fuyuan tore his eyes off Beiquan, and while he lowered his head to rub the towel, he bit his lip hard.
After I felt the heat on my cheeks finally faded a little, I wringed out the towel and wiped Beiquan's body.
Poor Young Master Wei, a son of a wealthy family, all kinds of "firsts" in his life, including the work of caring for others that he had never done before, were all explained to Beiquan.
His movements were very unfamiliar, but his attitude was extremely solemn.
Wei Fuyuan wiped Beiquan's body inch by inch with a hot towel, from his cheeks, to his shoulders, to his chest and two arms, and then carefully supported Beiquan's neck, made him sit up straight, and helped him wipe back.
"cough."
After a round of wiping, Wei Fuyuan coughed, his eyes moved quickly, and then quickly turned away, "That..."
Before he could finish speaking, Young Master Wei's face turned red involuntarily.
Wei Fuyuan's shy and innocent reaction obviously amused Beiquan.
He laughed.
"OK."
Beiquan nodded, as if it was a matter of course, and generously asked Wei Fuyuan to help him.
"Come on, thank you."
Wei Fuyuan was stunned by Beiquan's calm attitude.
He felt that his nasal cavity was vaguely hot and itchy, but still resisting the urge to raise his head, he silently continued to wipe Beiquan's body.
Although Wei Fuyuan tried his best to make himself look calmer, his earlobes that were so red that they were almost dripping blood had already betrayed his true state of mind.
Beiquan smiled and looked at Wei Fuyuan, who was busy with his head down, and an inexplicable, warm, soft and sour complex emotion developed in his heart.
- This big fool.
-Always been this way…
He reached out his hand subconsciously and pinched Wei Fuyuan's earlobe.
Thick to the touch and piping hot, it is the characteristic of the longevity of the hit.
— really… cute…
When he touched Wei Fuyuan's earlobe, Beiquan flashed such an adjective in his heart.
Wei Fuyuan jumped back a big step as if he had been fitted with a spring.
"You, you, what are you doing!?"
Wei Fuyuan was so shocked that he stuttered.
"Look at how nervous you are."
Beiquan mercilessly ridiculed:
"Why, are you afraid of me?"
Wei Fuyuan was embarrassed and embarrassed, so angry that he was so angry: "Who is so afraid of you!?"
"So, are you feeling shy?"
Beiquan tilted his head, seemed to think seriously, and then said:
"We've already kissed, are you still embarrassed?"
"What, what is it that you've been kissed!?"
Wei Fuyuan was so excited that he almost spontaneously ignited, jumping and shouting:
"I'm artificial respiration!! Do you understand artificial respiration!!?"
Beiquan squinted his eyes and smiled narrowly:
"I said, shouldn't that be..."
He lengthened his voice, word by word:
"You, the, first, kiss, right?"
Wei Fuyuan was going crazy.
But Beiquan also accurately poked his sore spot.
Young Master Wei knew for a long time that he was gay, he liked men, and he was also a face control. He only liked good-looking and beautiful men.
He himself is in excellent physical condition, and he is the son of a wealthy family. He has learned from a very early age that the prosperous and splendid world is full of splendor.
This not only raised Wei Fuyuan's aesthetic vision, but also made him more arrogant.
In daily communication, he doesn't look down on the ordinary-looking person, and when he looks good on the Fengyue field, he feels that he is not speculative in talking to himself.
At the age of twenty-one, Young Master Wei had never really liked any man.
Therefore, even if Wei Fuyuan was reluctant to admit it, Beiquan was indeed his first kiss, and he was the first person to fall in love with him.
"Don't be too sentimental, everyone said it was artificial respiration!"
Wei Fuyuan was on the verge of exploding, feeling that he would explode on the spot if he was teased again.
Under extreme tension and embarrassment, his heart beat directly to one hundred and fifty beats per minute, and his ears rumbled. It was the sound of arterial pulsation, which made it almost impossible for him to hear what he was saying:
"Again, let's talk about it—pick-and-kiss isn't like that at all!"
"Oh?"
Beiquan rolled his eyes and asked with a smile:
"Have you ever kissed?"
Beiquan originally just wanted to tease his little assistant who was about to fry again, but he made a mistake, that is, even a large dog that he usually rubs casually, once it is provoked, it will attack people.
Wei Erha was completely outraged by Beiquan, his anger started from his heart, and his hatred turned to courage. The only thought in his mind was, "Let's see what kissing is!"
So Wei Fuyuan grabbed Beiquan's slightly long hair with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, forcing Beiquan to raise his head, then leaned down, and kissed him directly without being gentle at all.
As an authentic rooster in Yuanyang, Wei Fuyuan's kissing skills were not very good at first, but this time he was angry again, and he didn't grasp the angle and strength. It was sore and painful, and there was a faint smell of blood.
"… Hey!"
Beiquan burst into tears in pain.
He thought to himself that my body was already ragged enough, so please don't make me hurt more, and then put one hand on Wei Fuyuan's chest, trying to push the big dog away, "You... um, do not!"
But Wei Fuyuan was in a state of madness, and he only wanted to find a way back from the person he liked, and of course he refused to let go.
He ignored Beiquan's struggles, and with the theoretical knowledge he had never practiced, he gnawed and bitten on Beiquan's lips, pryed open his teeth, and stuck his tongue in for a while, until the two of them were almost out of breath. Just loosened up a bit.
"Well, now you know?"
Wei Fuyuan's cheeks were flushed, and there seemed to be a dark fire burning in his dark eyes, but he still stubbornly clasped the back of Beiquan's neck, the tip of his nose pressed against the bridge of the other's nose, and said at a very close distance:
"That's called kissing, understand!?"
Young Master Wei put down these words aggressively, let go of Beiquan, threw the towel back into the basin, and threw a set of clean clothes on the bed, then picked up the water basin, and ran out of the room as if fleeing.
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