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Fresh shrimp and live fish, the fish is selected by Mao Fei, frozen pangasius fillet, without spines.

Zhuang Zhou asked him if he wanted to eat tomato or sour soup, Mao Fei was already so greedy that he swallowed, and threw half of the rice bowl at noon into the trash can.

After buying the cooking ingredients, he went to the snack area to purchase again. Zhuang Zhou saw that Mao Fei had taken two bags of mixed nuts, so he put another bottle of yogurt into the shopping cart. At the checkout, the three bags were full, and Zhuang Zhou paid here. Over there, Mao Fei used his mobile phone number to search his Alipay, and sure enough, he found it, and immediately sent AA to make a transfer.

Back to the underground parking lot, got in the car, and Zhuang Zhou saw the pop-up window of Alipay when he was driving the navigation. He smiled and said, "Why don't you use WeChat red envelopes?"

"The 20 yuan from the previous two times was refunded to me the same way." Mao Feire opened his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and stretched out a thin white arm out of the car window to find coolness. You didn’t accept it, and it made me feel like I was adopted by you.”

Zhuang Zhou is not very serious: "You cook and eat, feed you, so that you will have enough energy."

The implication is that they can have the energy to play with him and feed him, which is basically mutual benefit.

The car drove to the ground, and the neon lights shone through the night. I didn't expect to spend so long in a shopping mall.

Mao Fei was blown so hot that he obediently raised the car windows according to Zhuang Zhou's instructions. He watched the passers-by on the road, and suddenly remembered that when he was tired from singing at MOMO, he ran to the bar to find Pei Li to drink water and gossip. .

In just a few minutes of rest, the two of them will make up stories for the guests without logic and morality, make up sad stories for those who laugh happily, wish them joy and sorrow, and make up warm stories for those who cry and get drunk. I wish them good luck in the future.

Pei Li said: "I shouldn't be mixing drinks here. I'll be scolded if the mix is ​​bad. I should write novels and play tricks on the characters as much as I want. Fate is up to me, no one can control it."

Mao Fei said: "Singing is the same. If I like to go out of tune, I will go out of tune. I will run as far as I like. If I don't like listening, I will cover my ears."

Then he returned to the stage with the guitar in his arms, he couldn't play well, he couldn't sing well, he whimpered like he was letting himself go, and the waiter reported the guest's complaint after flying for a while, Pei Li, that social villain, didn't blink, Deduct half of his wages.

Zhuang Zhou asked, "What do you think?"

Mao Fei's gaze was still lingering outside the window, and he muttered, "I'm thinking of a story. I just saw an old man sitting on the street selling flowers. I thought of a story for him. Do you want to hear it?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed: "Yes."

"Then let me tell you---the old man is a widow. He planted a small flower field in the backyard of his house and made a living by selling flowers. He failed to sell a few flowers tonight. After returning home from work, he dusted the flowers Water, like many times before, will go to the cemetery early tomorrow morning, and give these flowers to the deceased, and put them in front of their tombstones, which is better than flowers slowly decaying."

Zhuang Zhou sighed lightly: "So sad?"

"Does it sound good?" Mao Fei turned his face away, "Because sad stories are more poignant and memorable."

Zhuang Zhou didn't say whether it sounds good or not, he said, "It's also very romantic."

He asked again: "Did you really see it? Grandpa sells flowers?"

Mao Fei said "Yes", and then saw Zhuang Zhou turning around at the intersection, he was a little surprised: "You want to go back and buy his flowers?"

Zhuang Zhou gave him an affirmative answer, saying, "Be romantic."

It was already eight o'clock when we returned to Berwen, Zhuang Zhou carried all three big shopping bags, and Mao Fei was responsible for holding the basket of succulents and small potted flowers he didn't know.

There are also two mimosa plants, the quality of the flower pot is too poor, there is a thin layer of white plastic, Mao Fei is careful, for fear of touching their leaves again: "Why don't they open, are you already mad?"

No matter how shy a person is, they will get angry when they are repeatedly provoked, let alone a weak and helpless mimosa?

Zhuang Zhou swiped his card to enter the door, all the bags were placed on the dining table, and he hurriedly turned around to pick up Maofei. It was true that every leaf was tightly closed, and the whole plant was self-closing.

The flowers and plants were carried to the balcony, there was no flower stand, Zhuang Zhou squatted on the ground with one leg, took out pots one by one, and placed them in a row along the side of the lockers.

Mao Feijin pulled the cotton mop and threw his coat on the sofa: "Resurrected?"

Zhuang Zhou stood up and patted the ashes on his hands, and said with a smile, "It's not dead, it will open in a while."

"That's good." Mao Fei urged him to change clothes, "But I'm starving to death, I'll help you."

Tonight's menu: garlic eggplant, garlic vermicelli shrimp, tomato fish, stir-fried lettuce.

Of the four dishes, three of them needed garlic cloves. Mao Fei moved a small bench and sat in the corner of the kitchen to peel the garlic. He didn't take the bowl, and put it in his apron after peeling.

"Are you done killing?" He asked, his voice was soft, the one who had just been kissed on the refrigerator, if it wasn't for his stomach growling too loudly, he would have to be kissed for a while before he could stop.

"It's finished killing, it's all pickled." Zhuang Zhou turned to look at him, he didn't dare to look at him even if he killed a shrimp, and hid so far away, "Where's the garlic?"

"immediately."

"Would you like sliced ​​or shredded lettuce?"

Mao Fei thought for a moment: "Is the silk difficult to cut?"

Zhuang Zhou laughed: "I can still cut a shred with a knife."

"Then shred it." Mao Fei peeled it until his hands smelled of garlic, pouted, "Why don't you just buy garlic paste?"

Zhuang Zhou deliberately forgot the bottle of garlic sauce in the refrigerator: "I'm afraid I can't find an excuse for you to accompany me to the kitchen."

The straight ball made Mao Fei dizzy. He stood up like a princess holding up the hem of his skirt, walked to Zhuang Zhou's side, and couldn't think of anything to say: "Look, I'll give you a nest of garlic."

庄周笑得打颤儿：“是么，给我生的？”

Mao Fei's hate, "for you" is completely colloquial, his intention --- watch me perform a magic trick for you, and then open the apron, look, I gave birth to a nest of garlic!

Mao Fei grabbed the garlic cloves onto the chopping board and said fiercely, "Yes, it's called Zhuang Suan, doesn't it sound nice!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed out loud, and couldn't help but pull him into his arms and rub him: "Rebirth at night, a little peach blossom."

"There are already so many flowers..." Mao Fei grabbed him by the waist, and said nasty words, "I won't give birth, I won't give birth anymore."

【Zhuang Zhou laughed out loud, and couldn't help but pull him into his arms and rub him: "Rebirth at night, a little peach blossom."

"There are already so many flowers..." Mao Fei grabbed him by the waist, and said nasty words, "I won't give birth, I won't give birth anymore."

This time he leaned against the tiled wall nearby, Zhuang Zhou imprisoned him in his arms, his hands soaked in ice cold water reached into the hem of his clothes to touch the soft skin, Mao Fei shrank from the ice, struggling wildly but couldn't break free She was kissed even more deeply as she groaned while frowning.

It seemed a bit inconvenient, the lower abdomen was firmly supported, and this posture didn't seem to be able to stop.

Mao Fei couldn't push Zhuang Zhou away, his lips and tongue were too hot, but a layer of goose bumps appeared on his kneaded waist and back, his hands slowly went down, and he pulled out just as he was about to get into the waist of his trousers.

After resting his lips and tongue, Zhuang Zhou bent down slightly, held Mao Fei's buttocks and hugged him up. Mao Fei instinctively wrapped his neck around his neck and clamped his waist. This posture is not unfamiliar to him. If he does it like this, It will be fucked so deep that he can't help but beg for mercy every time he moves.

"Feifei," Zhuang Zhou pressed against his forehead, seductively using a nice subwoofer, "Do it first, okay?"

The corners of Mao Fei's eyes were red, like peach blossoms stained with dew, and his stomach was growling again, and he rubbed the tip of Zhuang Zhou's nose flatteringly: "I'm hungry, I'm so hungry, did you hear that?"

"Yes, I heard." Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly, and with his fingers dishonestly pulled down Mao Fei's trousers little by little. It was so loose, and he was wearing his home clothes. The cuffs and trousers were rolled up several times, and the collar was too big. Unable to cover half of the collarbone, Zhuang Zhou tilted his head and bit it, leaving a bright red strawberry on his white shoulder.

"But, you're hungry here too." Zhuang Zhou straightened his waist on purpose, and majesticly pressed his penis on Mao Fei's buttocks, causing a cowardly "Hmm", which also made Mao Fei hard, with nowhere to go The hidden penis pierced his stomach, Zhuang Zhou went to suck his lips again, "Feed you here first, okay?"

Two balls of white and soft butt meat have been peeled off, and they are firmly in the palm of Zhuang Zhou's hands. Mao Fei supports his shoulders and shakes his head: "No, you can't finish it, no..."

The cotton mop fell off the instep, and the trouser legs were piled up on the ankle, leaving only the white tip of the toe exposed. Zhuang Zhou pressed him a little tighter, and pecked and kissed him from the center of the brow to the In the dimple of his neck, he asked in a low voice, "Are you praising me?" The breath of a chuckle sprayed on the thin skin at the base of his neck, which was Mao Fei's sensitive spot, and he immediately tensed up.

"You...you put me down," Mao Fei could clearly feel the burning heat and hardness of the penis through the thin cotton pajama pants, Mao Fei endured the spreading numbness layer by layer, and resigned, "Don't Here... go, go to the house..."

Zhuang Zhou smiled triumphantly, buried his head in front of Mao Fei's chest to hold the tip of his nipple, the feeling of rubbing through the fabric was even worse, it was a painful and sharp pleasure, Mao Fei straightened up immediately with a "woo" He bent his waist, obviously wanting to hide from the stimulation, but he offered it as if he didn't think it was enough.

The fabric became wet, and a little juice seemed to come out of his penis. Mao Fei clasped Zhuang Zhou's broad shoulders with one hand, and caught him in his hair with the other. Push him: "Don't do it, ah! Take it easy, it hurts..."

Zhuang Zhou rubbed the hardened nipple in his mouth again before he kindly let go and kissed hard. He wanted to hurt the other side too, but was held down by Mao Fei, Zhuang Zhou laughed and went straight. Standing up, he heard his stomach growling again, so he deliberately joked: "We must be so pitiful."

Mao Fei's mouth was closed as if he was about to cry, his face was flushed with excitement, he hugged Zhuang Zhou, and leaned closer to act like a baby: "You should stick to your face."

It was the same when they had sex last time, they always had to stick to their cheeks, and both sides of their cheeks had to be rubbed against each other. Zhuang Zhou, who heard this kind of prayer for the first time, was so cute that he was so cute that he just wanted to fuck him until he passed out.

Rubbing their cheeks together, Mao Fei snorted contentedly: "Go to the house, a quick battle."

"Who said just now that you can't finish it?" Zhuang Zhou kissed his ear, leaned on him, and walked towards the living room with his hips hugged, and put him on the sofa, and then casually placed him on the coffee table. Take out a tube of lube from the drawer.

Mao Fei kicked off his pants indiscriminately, and hooked Zhuang Zhou's waist nakedly, "Where are you preparing for you!" If you hooked it, you would take advantage of the situation and sit up, but failed, and was pressed into Zhuang Zhou's arms again, " It was my mistake, everything is prepared except the kitchen, next time you have to be careful, don't be in heat in the car."

"Who! Who is in heat, it's you... um!" Mao Fei frowned, the cold lubricating fluid was sent into the acupuncture point by his fingers, it was only the second time for him, and he was not quite used to it yet, he was so nervous that he didn't even care to speak On the bed, a pair of hands hugged Zhuang Zhou's neck tightly, and his head was buried in the socket of his shoulders, moaning muffled, leaving only a pair of long legs trembling slightly as if painted with yogurt.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Zhou only slowly inserted two fingers in. His voice was so hoarse that it was more exciting than a mere subwoofer. Mao Fei nodded lightly and hugged his arms a little tighter. , urged him, "It doesn't hurt, you...you can have a little more..."

The soft flesh in his hand was hot and tight, and when his fingers were pulled out, he would suck them rustlingly. Zhuang Zhou coaxed him, "Hey, come and kiss me." He said and inserted it again, this time with three fingers, slowly and slowly Be careful, Mao Fei raised his face to search for his lips, and when he found them, he couldn't wait to get entangled together. While enjoying the kiss wantonly, while trying to relax his body, he sucked his fingers deeper and deeper.

Zhuang Zhou endured the pain, and pushed up Mao Fei's shirt with the other hand, bit from his lips to his chin, and then caught the protruding Adam's apple with a red mark. Mao Fei's legs were wide open, one of which was resting on the back of the sofa, There was another one hanging down on the carpet, with its toes curled up pitifully, as if it was being tortured, but it was so enjoyable to moan.

"Come in...it's fine..." Mao Fei touched Zhuang Zhou's head with both hands, kneading his ears one by one, as if comforting or flattering, the nipples that had not been loved just now were being licked vigorously with his tongue , the weak current of pleasure spread in the skin, making Mao Fei more and more like a blooming peach blossom, blooming brightly and pink.

Both pairs of trousers were thrown on the ground, and another jacket fell in the blink of an eye. Looking at Zhuang Zhou's strong and beautiful figure, Mao Fei was afraid and greedy at the same time. Close your eyes tightly, "Woo... slow down... hurt me, I won't... ah!" Being stretched open, a large stream of lubricating fluid overflowed from the edge, in the quiet and hot room An obscene sticky sound spread.

"Won't you do it with me?" Zhuang Zhou helped him finish the sentence, and hissed lightly with a smile, "It's late."

The genitals crushed the delicate intestines inch by inch and invaded the depths. The entire cavity and the well-proportioned body couldn't help shaking. Zhuang Zhou stared at Mao Fei condescendingly, seeing his unbearable expression, his lips moved He was also bitten, and let out some pitiful gasps from his throat.

"Slow down... woo! Slow down..." Mao Fei wanted to push Zhuang Zhou, but his hand was caught and covered his slimy cunt, and as soon as he grabbed Mao Fei, he arched his waist His limbs wanted to hide, but the mouth of the acupuncture point was stretched sore and swollen, and it had reached the deepest point, but there seemed to be no end to the entry. Whenever he felt that he could not bear any more, the sensitive soft flesh would be squeezed slowly and firmly. Insert an inch.

Zhuang Zhou leaned down and kissed him, "Isn't that slow enough?" He hugged him as he spoke, causing Mao Fei to moan like he was breaking down. Dirty two people's bellies.

Mao Fei straddled Zhuang Zhou's body, eating a thick penis in his back hole, and his chest heaved violently, "Ah...ah! No way..." The whispered tone was full of charm , his clothes were also taken off, and he was naked with his hands cut behind his back. Zhuang Zhou sniffed his neck deeply, wanting to leave marks on this slender neck, so he held back and buried his head in the A series of strawberries are printed below the collarbone.

The heartbeat was ringing in his ears, maybe half a minute later, Zhuang Zhou wanted to wait a little longer, and wait for Feifei to get used to it, but suddenly he heard a few stomach growls, which made him chuckle softly, He kept kissing the humming baby in his arms, and still laughed at him with the same words: "We are so pitiful, aren't we?"

Skin to skin, Mao Fei seemed to be surrounded by a stove, he felt his stomach was about to bulge out, "Um...yes, do you want me to come..." He twisted his waist tentatively Limbs, not so good, the two upturned white balls rubbed back and forth between Zhuang Zhou's crotch, and after only one movement, both of them cried out with pleasure.

"Good boy," Zhuang Zhou encouraged him, his voice was hoarse and full of indulgence, "Go on, slow down."

His wrists were tied behind his back, Mao Fei wanted to hug him, but he felt some stimuli of forced love contradictoryly. He panted hotly, and twisted his waist again as before, letting the fiery genitals grind out in the depths of his pussy A burst of intense pleasure.

"Ah! Ah...no..." Those thick eyelashes were soon stained with water vapor, Mao Fei couldn't stand it after moving a few times, and struggled, Zhuang Zhou was sucked by him It hurts, let go of those wrists and turned to hold the buttocks of those two greasy hands, and started to fuck hard from bottom to top.

The pleasure was countless times more intense than Mao Fei's small fights. He only pulled out half of the penis and then fucked it back with all his strength, but in this way Mao Fei had the illusion that he was about to be penetrated and fucked to the point of incontinence.

The groan fell into a cry, and Zhuang Zhou felt so happy both physically and mentally that he couldn't describe it. Mao Fei was panting and begged to hug his face, and Zhuang Zhou pressed him back on the sofa again, "Baby Son, do you like it?"

Mao Fei struggled to climb onto his shoulders. This posture was more powerful than just now. He was pulled out and pushed straight in, making his whole body tremble. He sank into the sofa and shrugged like a flower floating in a hot spring pool. Pink peach blossom.

Tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes, forced out by pleasure, he sobbed and panted, "I like it... um! Good, I like it..." enough lubricating fluid was used, and the hole was muddy and lewd, as if eating Drooling over something so delicious, Zhuang Zhou hung his thigh in his arms, almost folded him in half, and leaned closer to his face.

Mao Fei hugged Zhuang Zhou tightly, and when he was rubbed against his face, he had a premonition that he couldn't help it, "I'm going...uh! Soon... almost here... ah!" The soft belly twitched, The pleasure seemed to have temperature, it was magma, which made his whole body boil hot inside, Mao Fei couldn't help crying and panting, wanting to cover the lower abdomen that was fucked, it was so fierce, every time it crushed the deadly place Into the depths, to burn him to melt.

Zhuang Zhou touched Mao Fei's erect penis, regardless of his begging for mercy and struggling, "Baby, please bear with me."

"Ah! I can't stand it... Ugh!" Mao Fei raised his neck, scratching at Zhuang Zhou's tense muscles, "Let go... Ah! Ah..." The rapid convulsion in the back acupoint made him lose his mind Little by little, the climax was close, but it didn't arrive, but it seemed to have arrived, and he was immersed in it, fulfilling his afternoon fantasies, reaching the peak of lust on the back in a fast and violent thrust.

Zhuang Zhou was wrenched by the convulsions in the corridor, he tilted his head and kissed Mao Fei's calf, then let go of his hand, and squeezed the slender waist with all his strength, still in the aftertaste. Mao Fei in the middle couldn't stand such force at all, and within a few hits, he choked up and was swept into a more violent orgasm, and ejaculated streams of semen as he was soaked.

The two who had stepped into the land of the sages embraced each other and fell down on the sofa.

Zhuang Zhou kissed Mao Fei, his sweaty hair corners, the corners of his teary eyes, and the wet lips: "Feifei."

"Well...you..." Mao Fei's eyes were moist and pitiful. He felt very satisfied after being penetrated, but he was unwilling to be wronged, "Get out!"

With a soft and innocent voice that had just been loved, Zhuang Zhou moved a few more times as if he was deliberately bullying, slipping out of shape, and said with a low smile, "Hush."

Mao Fei struggled weakly in his arms: "You...you..."

Zhuang Zhou kissed him and said a kiss: "Did you hear, someone's stomach growled."

Mao Fei was extremely wronged, he was hungry and was fucked and laughed at, so he said softly and angrily: "Zhuang Zhou..."

This was the first time Zhuang Zhou heard Mao Fei calling his name, and he said happily, "Yes."

Mao Fei said viciously: "You bastard!"]