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Mao Fei froze.

---Peach Blossom Luck.

---The one I met in the bar was too good to say anything.

---No pain, very comfortable.

---You are pregnant.

---Will I still meet the person who cooks wine in my dream?

---Will do.

---Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, happy to meet with a pot of turbid wine.

--- Of course hi.

The ancients were sincere and did not deceive others, and no coincidence could make a book.

Mao Fei looked at Zhuang Zhou in a daze, still hesitating, not knowing whether he was more ashamed or more angry at this moment.

Zhuang Zhou smiled uncomfortably and hatefully: "What do you want?"

Mao Fei struggled to recall, when did he add WeChat?when when?

Can not remember.

It must be in the memory of the fragment.

Feeling wronged, Mao Fei turned on his phone to find Pei Li: Brother Pei, [/cry]*3

Pei Li: Be good, the spring night is short, why are you always looking for me?

Zhuang Zhou also asked, "Why are you silent?"

Dejected and self-pitying, Mao Fei put down his phone and hummed: "I'll ask Brother Pei to ask me what I should do."

Zhuang Zhou laughed so happily that it was annoying: "What did Boss Pei say?"

"He said he wanted me not to look for him."

Berwyn was approaching, and the tall and beautiful building was even more gorgeous when it was lit up at night.

Zhuang Zhou pulled over and unbuckled his seat belt: "Wait for me."

Mao Fei didn't know why, watching him get out of the car, his eyes followed the tall and straight figure, he was really tall, he must have the standard [-] in the novel, wearing leather shoes [-], he was taller than him Twelve centimeters, is also the perfect height difference in the novel where one can lean into the shoulder socket with one tilt of the head.

Being able to pick him up effortlessly, being able to hold him in his arms and pressing him down completely, the disparity in strength and figure made him unable to resist, and his body temperature was as hot as a stove, absolutely amazing.

The same gender is male, why is there such a big gap!

Mao Fei leaned on the car window and watched him walk into a pharmacy, and then came out after a while, holding a box in his hand, no plastic bag was used.

Mao Fei thought, condoms?

what?Wouldn't the boiled white wine be poured into the heart of his peach blossom?

The car door opened, and Zhuang Zhou sat down again in the cold, and he handed the Yunnan Baiyao aerosol to Mao Fei: "I'll rub your waist when I get up later."

Mao Fei said "Oh", dryly.

Zhuang Zhou laughed, brought up the previous topic again, and asked while driving, "Boss Pei told you not to look for him?"

"Well, he hates me."

"Then you come and ask me, I will help you find a way."

The fingertip poked on the sharp corner of the box, making a small hole, it hurt, and it didn't let go.

Mao Fei was led by the nose: "What should I do now?"

The car slowed down and slid into the hotel's underground parking lot.

Come to a complete stop, turn off the engine, and the female navigation voice exits the service, leaving a small, extraordinarily quiet space.

"You were in a daze that night," Zhuang Zhou's deep voice helped Mao Fei to reproduce the scene, "you were about to fall asleep while cleaning up, struggling to talk in your sleep that I couldn't understand, and then carried you back to bed, You closed your eyes and muttered that you wanted to add WeChat."

"I said I'm not in a hurry, I want you to sleep, but you don't want to do it, so I went to the living room to get my mobile phone, and when I came back, I saw you lying on the pillow, holding the TV remote control in your hand and pressing randomly. Hold up the remote control and ask me to scan the code quickly."

Zhuang Zhou said, "Your phone is unlocked with a password."

Because there are too many unseen pictures and small videos in the phone album, Mao Fei has never been worried about fingerprints and face swiping, just in case some bad luck will happen.

"You didn't even tell me your password. Just when I was about to give up, you asked me 'Did you scan it? Is it right?' So I tried to search your WeChat account with the pinyin of Feifei, and found it."

Zhuang Zhou asked, "Do you remember?"

Mao Fei became annoyed and asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier! You still play role-play to amuse me!"

After getting off the car, the book was taken and put in Zhuang Zhou's handbag. Mao Fei held the medicine box in one hand and put the other in the warm and dry palm. The more Fei thought about it, the more he felt hopeless, and while waiting for the elevator, he hurriedly wanted to say another word while there was no one around.

"You still lie to people and money. The one who interprets the dream is Zhou Gongdan. You are opportunistic."

Mao Fei checked this on the Internet on purpose: Is it the same person who interpreted Zhuang Zhou's dream and Duke Zhou's dream?

No, it is not a dynasty at all.

"I'm used to being misunderstood for so many years, so I just make mistakes." Zhuang Zhou sighed with a smile, "Your Mr. Song, the first thing he said every time he met me was to ask me to interpret his dreams."

Unlike the last time I came here late at night, this time the elevator was crowded with too many people.

Mao Fei's hand, which he wanted to take away, was held even tighter, so he leaned his body close to Zhuang Zhou's arm like a clingy younger brother. The elevator was quiet, but there were many people but it was silent. , After reaching the forty or so floors, there were only the two of them left in the elevator.

Mao Fei let go a little and said, "I'm curious, let me ask you, how much does your suite cost per day?"

Before Zhuang Zhou could answer, Mao Fei's cell phone rang, and it was Ran Qing.

The signal was not very good, and the speech was intermittent, Ran Qing asked: "We are going to come back, do we want to bring you food and drink?"

Mao Fei said: "No, I'm not in the dormitory, I'll go back later."

"Okay. Is your counterfeit sold?"

After asking such a question, Mao Fei remembered that there was still this problem. He glanced at Zhuang Zhou and decided to take a gamble: "It's sold, it went well."

After hanging up the phone, Mao Fei wanted to know more about whether Zhuang Zhou would cancel his vacation or help him cheat as simply as helping him lie, rather than the one-day room fee.

After getting out of the elevator, Mao Fei stuck to Zhuang Zhou's arm again: "You know Mr. Song has a rule of skipping classes, right?"

Zhuang Zhou: "Yes."

"I didn't intend to skip the first class, but I forgot to set the alarm clock that day, and you fucked me too hard, so I overslept and didn't get up."

Zhuang Zhou lowered his head to look at Mao Fei, and the second half of the sentence was the same as what he was urging him to say, he said with a low smile, "Feifei."

Mao Fei: "I'm serious."

Zhuang Zhou guessed him: "Want to make up for the chance of sleeping and running?"

"is it okay?"

"What if I say no?"

Mao Fei grabbed him tightly, as if threatening: "Then I will think of a way, I have a hunch that you will agree."

"What way?" Zhuang Zhou joked, "Send me another red envelope and let me do the fortune telling for you?"

Stick the room card on the sensor and swipe it open.

As soon as he entered the door, he threw his handbag on the floor and didn't change his shoes. Zhuang Zhou picked up Mao Fei, took big strides, and pushed him firmly into the sofa.

Mao Fei supported his shoulders, his heart pounding with nervousness: "Do you want to do it?"

Zhuang Zhou kissed him on the forehead: "No."

He also intentionally released a notice, saying: "Today is Thursday, I will raise it for two more days, and I will do it with you on the weekend."

There is also a plan, like a task, Mao Fei choked him: "If I don't do it with you, you won't give me a vacation."

Even more cute and interesting than imagined, Zhuang Zhou greedily rubbed Mao Fei in his arms. He was so thin and thin, but his buttocks still turned up. He said, "What do you mean by giving me red envelopes in the car? Huh? "

Want to calculate... calculate how that lucky peach blossom will eventually settle down.

How could Mao Fei dare to say that he had already said so many shameful remarks when he was in the dark, and even recited poems with the connotation of sex/love.

Mao Fei lied: "Whether I will do it again tonight."

Zhuang Zhou pressed against his forehead, and if he got closer, his lips would touch. He whispered, "Did you feel the surging waves last time?"

I realized that it was not the surging waves, but the ups and downs and sinking in the hot magma, so scorching, soaking the skin and bone marrow into the heart.

Mao Fei murmured "Mm", pursed his lips, and gently kissed him.

Close your eyes during the kiss, let today's chaotic emotions rest temporarily, there is no helplessness and absurdity, the talking, laughing and noise gradually recede in the kiss, leaving only the lingering tenderness.

In the bedroom, the note pad on the bedside table is still on the page of "Thank you for the hospitality, and see you again".

Mao Fei lay on the big bed and moaned, with a pillow in his arms and a milk candy in his mouth.

A slender waist was exposed, and the hem of the trousers was stretched over the buttocks. The hands that were rubbing and rubbing were fairly honest, and they had never touched it.

"Be patient, just rub the potion in and it will be fine." Zhuang Zhou looked at the small bruise, the size of his palm, and the bruise was red. He felt distressed and angry, "What would you do if I wasn't outside?"

"I don't know." Mao Fei tilted his head, "No matter what happens, I won't give him the painting."

"What painting is it?"

"I had a dream. I was rowing a boat on a long river, and the river reflected the stars in the sky. I couldn't tell the sky from the earth, and I didn't know whether I was in the long river or the Milky Way."

The potion was completely dry, and the toffee-like skin was kneaded into a strawberry color. Zhuang Zhou helped him put up his trousers and covered his clothes, and said, "I'll give you another massage, doesn't it mean that my whole body hurts?"

Mao Fei was unhappy: "Isn't my dream beautiful!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed, "Beautiful."

"Then why don't you boast?"

He pinched Mao Fei's shoulders with both hands, and his fingers moved without knowing how, only to hear Mao Fei paralyzed back and began to hum again, not to mention the hypnotic/spiritual hum.

Zhuang Zhou said: "I'm boasting now, but when I see your paintings, I will have no words."

After pinching the shoulders, press the hands down on the back again, pressing, pushing, and kneading symmetrically with the spine as the center line, causing repeated murmurs, and Zhuang Zhou asked: "Easy?"

"No, no, just, that's it." The milky saliva was about to flow out, Mao Fei "hissed" and slipped back, "It can be a little heavier."

According to him, Zhuang Zhou increased the strength by half a point, deliberately avoiding the bruises, and slowly turned and pressed from the waist upwards: "Is it comfortable?"

Mao Fei was as angry as a gossamer: "I'm going to ascend to heaven."

"Really?" Being praised made Zhuang Zhou very happy, he said, "I have learned a few times from the technician in the beauty salon, and after I learned it, I will give it to Hua Dan when I get home."

Beauty salon?

No, that's not the point.

The point is, Huadan?

Mao Fei almost blurted out the question, but stopped in time. He remembered Pei Li's phrase "just fuck and don't care", and swallowed the question abruptly.

So, who is Hua Dan?

This name really matches Zhuang Zhou, a literature, an opera, so... is it his predecessor?

Mao Fei closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage, his body was very relaxed, but his heart was very twisted.

Why did his ex break up with him?Isn't he an excellent man?Although I have only known each other for a few days, I can already tell that this is a high-quality No. [-]. Could it be that there is a strange sex/addiction that is unbearable?

Mao Fei muttered silently, no way, the feeling of intimacy last time was really not very good.

Is that a personality mismatch?This needs to be investigated, after all, this is only the second meeting.

Mao Fei no huh no, pouting his lips and becoming dumb.

Zhuang Zhou kneaded that part of the back waist, pressed his fingertips into the two waist dimples and said, "You have a waist dimple, do you know it?"

Mao Fei responded indiscriminately.

"Hua Dan won't let me touch her butt, she will bark when touched." Zhuang Zhou said with a smile, "Do you like cats? I plan to take it over in a few days. It's clingy and familiar, so I can't leave it there forever." It's at home with Xiaosheng."

Mao Fei: "..."

The pouting lips could not help but curled into a curve, Mao Fei no longer groaned miserly, and said softly while feeling comfortable: "I like it. Is Xiaosheng also a cat?"

"Well, Huadan is a puppet, and Xiaosheng is a tabby."

After pressing the lower back, his thighs and calves were kneaded like noodles, Zhuang Zhou stood up and said, "I'm hungry, how about you?"

Mao Fei had been kneaded into melted toffee, and he didn't want to move comfortably. He muttered: "Master, you've worked hard, and I'm hungry too."

As soon as the voice fell, a shadow was thrown, and his face was slapped.

Zhuang Zhou leaned on top of him, and after kissing his cheeks, he kissed his ear again: "Master, I'll give you something to eat."