How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

The meal was eaten in a hurry. Shang Lu was anxious to be intimate with his wife. He had been away for more than a month and had just returned. Tonight would definitely be a sleepless night.

They have such a good relationship, Jiang Luo is very happy for them.

Although their relationship was not based on love, they became more and more affectionate during the more than ten years they spent together. It has to be said that it was a wonderful match.

Ten minutes later, only Jiang Luo and Huo Yancheng were left at the table. Huo Yancheng sighed, leaned closer to Jiang Luo and said, "Wife, shall we also..."

Jiang Luo was stunned while eating, turned to look at Huo Yancheng, and asked, "What... do you want?"

Huo Yancheng chuckled and whispered, "What can I think? Don't be afraid. I just think that you have been hiding from me for so many days, so you should face the reality, right?"

Jiang Luo was still full of rebuttals: "When have I not faced reality? I've been too busy recently! Look at my ghost village, the first phase of the project has been completed, and 10,000 ghosts have been arranged to move in! And, I..."

He was about to say something else when he saw Huo Yancheng's eyes full of tenderness.

That look was like thick honey, making Jiang Luo swallow all his excuses. He held the half-eaten bowl of rice and said, "Okay... I'm just a little, shy..."

I don't feel shy when I'm with that shameless guy Fan Wujiu, but I feel too shy when I'm with Huo Yancheng.

Maybe when two people are together, they are pure and each other's only one. It does not mean that Fan Wujiu is not the only one.

It's just that Fan Wujiu, this guy, might not have gotten over the calamity of physical desire yet, and his debauchery was mixed with a bit of vulgarity, which completely aroused Jiang Luo's nature of becoming stronger when facing a stronger opponent.

Huo Yancheng picked up a shrimp for him and whispered in his ear: "Actually... I also..."

Jiang Luo turned his head to look at him, and saw that Huo Yancheng's ears were actually red, and his eyes were particularly clear, giving people a particularly pure feeling.

Jiang Luo's eyes lit up and he asked, "Really?"

Huo Yancheng hummed softly: "But... I still like you very much. This is not possessiveness, but the desire to get close to you is particularly strong. Do you think I am... obscene?"

Jiang Luo shook his head violently: "How could that be? Actually... I like you too, but I just feel embarrassed when I see you. Ahhh... I feel like I'm going to explode now."

If Huo Yancheng is considered vulgar, then what is Fan Wujiu?

The most obscene of the obscene, the most shameless of the shameless?

Huo Yancheng is a little angel, a little cutie, and a very positive person. He has never made himself feel disrespected or his personality trampled upon.

Huo Yancheng took a sip of the meat porridge as if to cover up, but he still couldn't help but said: "How about... let's try it again, okay?"

After a long time, Jiang Luo hummed softly. He liked Huo Yancheng, liked his cleanliness and purity, and liked his unreservedness.

I like the sincerity and desire in his eyes even more. Even though they have been married for such a long time, they still retain their love for each other, which is very rare.

He felt that no matter how many years passed, their feelings would not change, just like Qian Ling and Shang Lu.

They have been together for more than ten years, but they still have a unique attraction to each other.

The meal took a while, and it was obvious that both of them were hesitating. Huo Yancheng was also puzzled. They had been together for such a long time. It was now March, and in another three months it would be a whole year. How could they still be so innocent?

On the other hand, he enjoys this kind of innocence and likes this kind of feeling, perhaps with an inexplicable innocence!

The love between them will probably always be this pure and transparent.

Finally, Huo Yancheng stood up, took Jiang Luo's hand, and whispered, "Why don't we go upstairs?"

Jiang Luo also stood up and said as if nothing had happened: "Okay!"

In fact, my heart has started pounding and I even want to escape.

There was a lot of noise downstairs. Qian Ling and Shang Lu looked like they were going to tear down the house every time.

Jiang Luo's face suddenly flushed, and he wondered why Nuwa, when she created humans, made the development process of humans so embarrassing.

In fact, Nuwa had her own intentions. Childbirth is painful, and raising children is hard work. If the process of developing humans is not happy, then who would be willing to give birth to offspring?

It can be said that this mechanism makes human reproduction an instinct, which has created an endless stream of human descendants.

The two returned to the bedroom, which was not lit. Jiang Luo was about to turn on the light but was stopped by Huo Yancheng.

He slammed the bedroom door shut and whispered in Jiang Luo's ear, "Be good, let's not turn on the lights. Is that ok?"

In the dark, because our eyes cannot see, our senses become extra sensitive.

Whether it is the sense of smell, hearing, or touch, it will be amplified many times than usual.

This is probably a physical instinct developed by the blind, which allows them to better experience life in the dark.

Jiang Luo whispered in Huo Yancheng's ear: "Hubby, I love you so much."

Huo Yancheng then picked him up and carried him sideways, gently placing him on the soft bed. As he wrapped himself in tenderness, Jiang Luo was immersed in the intoxicated emotions in the night.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Luo was still a little dazed. He covered himself with the quilt and wondered why he was so... miserable last night!

Why didn't Huo Yancheng force him, but he willingly opened his heart completely and let him have whatever he wanted.

Fan Wujiu forced him everywhere, but he endured it all and never even called him husband.

Well, he was originally a mistress, a nasty fellow.

Just as Jiang Luo was digesting himself under the quilt, a pair of strong arms hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Are you awake? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

A low voice came from the chest, making Jiang Luo's ears itch.

He poked his head out from under the quilt and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why... didn't you leave? Don't you have to go to work today?"

Huo Yancheng hummed and replied, "I turned down two meetings to accompany you today. Did you sleep well? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Jiang Luo nestled into Huo Yancheng's arms, and the warmth immediately surrounded him. He yawned and shook his head: "No, I'm not going to sleep anymore. I slept very comfortably. Maybe I was too tired last night. I didn't even have a dream tonight. It was really comfortable."

Huo Yancheng laughed softly and asked in his ear: "Did you sleep well... or was it comfortable last night?"

Jiang Luo smiled without saying anything, just snuggled in his arms and laughed silently.

Huo Yancheng asked: "Huh? Why aren't you talking?"

Jiang Luo leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Last night... I really liked it. I really, really liked it."

Huo Yancheng turned over and pressed him under him, holding his ten fingers and asked, "Really?"

Jiang Luo's face turned red again, and he asked, "Why do you keep asking if it's true or not? Wasn't my performance last night... obvious?"

After saying this his face turned even redder. He found it really hard to recall what happened last night. Every time he thought about it, the blood vessels in his body felt like they were going to burst. From the back of his head to his coccyx he felt an indescribable tingling sensation.

Huo Yancheng also knew that Jiang Luo was truly in love with him. This feeling made him feel warm and soft inside. He softened into a puddle of water when he thought about it, and felt that he was the happiest man in the world.

Jiang Luo hugged his neck and kissed him, then said, "Wake up?"

Huo Yancheng shook his head: "I want to be closer to my wife again."

It was a warm but chilly early spring morning. The quilt was very comfortable, and it smelled like yesterday’s sunshine.

Jiang Luo kissed the corner of his lips and said, "There is a long way to go, and we still have a lot of time to be close."

The sense of happiness is concrete at this moment.

Although Huo Yancheng was reluctant to leave, time had already passed half past nine. The rich smell of food came from downstairs. The couple who had never had any restraint got up, and they felt embarrassed to stay in bed any longer.

Jiang Luo stood up and said, "I have to go see Han Muqing today. I don't know how he is doing recently."

Huo Yancheng asked: "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Jiang Luo shook his head: "No, just do your thing. I'm already such a grown-up, do I still need you to accompany me all the time?"

The two of them got up and went downstairs together. They were so harmonious that it would make Fan Wujiu jealous and crazy.