Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

After Lengtouqing and the old man left, Jiang Wu also prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, Han Yinjue came back.The man was full of depression, "Why did I go out?"

"Do you remember what happened just now?" Jiang Wu asked him.

"What happened?" Han Yinjue's eyes were blank for a moment, and when he met Jiang Wu's gaze, he froze for a moment, then looked around strangely, "Why did the old thing leave?"

"He was taken away by his boyfriend." Jiang Wu patted the chestnut crumbs on his hands: "I have to go too."

Han Yinjue's brain was still a little sluggish, his gaze slowed down in the void, and he cast it on him belatedly: "Oh, see you later."

Jiang Wu went a long way, and he could still hear Young Master Han's puzzling voice: "What am I doing here?"

[Who is Dongxuan? ] He had no choice but to ask the system.

Neptune is stingy: [You still owe me a thousand points. 】

Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows: [You didn't buckle it? 】

Neptune: [I'm waiting for you to take the initiative to return it. 】

Jiang Wu glanced at his account, there were more than 1 million left, and he happily transferred all the change to the system: [Is it enough? 】

【Let me see, you transferred 660 million to me, and the converted points are 3660. After deducting 2660 points, there are still [-] left. Ask, you can ask anything except about Fengcheng. 】

[Just, who is Dongxuan? 】

[Bai Dongxuan, son of the president of the Demon Hunter Association, quite capable]

【Gone? 】

[The old man just now is a giant frog alien race. He should have been caught. He will end up on the torture rack of the Scientific Research Institute or the Demon Hunter Association. It just depends on what Dongxuan did. 】

Jiang Wu clicked his tongue: [That's pretty miserable. 】

However, as a demon hunter, Dongxuan couldn't figure out why he got involved with Fengcheng.

Originally, with the identities of these two people, fire and water should be incompatible.Why did you point the finger at him?

Neptune: [This involves the protagonist, so I can't answer it. 】

Jiang Wu chuckled: [I don't ask you, I have someone to ask. 】

Originally, he thought that he would see Feng Cheng the next day, but he didn't expect this person to come over that night.

He didn't even take off the makeup on his face, his skin was shiny, it was the makeup powder that was patted on, the end of his eyes was painted with lavender shadow, his eyebrows were drawn slender by a black pen, and when he entered the room, he had an air of demeanor are sinking.

Jiang Wu almost didn't recognize him.

The young man took a sip of the Coke in his hand as usual. He didn't seem to be in a good mood today. He took off his shoes and walked into the house. He didn't even look back when the water glass that was on the ground was kicked over.

Jiang Wu wanted to go over and help him pick up the water glass.

Halfway through, just as he brushed against him, his arm was grabbed.

Feng Cheng pulled him and continued to walk forward, all the way to the wall before throwing the weight of his hands in front of him.

The long arms rested on the cold wall, very close to the man in his arms.

"Don't meet messy people next time, as long as you have me." Feng Cheng leaned over and kissed his chin lightly.

"Okay." The fiance was jealous.

Jiang Wu stared at those clear eyes that were close at hand, and smiled: "Go and remove your makeup first, I have something to ask you."

Feng Cheng nodded, stretched out his hand and licked the man's lips, watching it being crushed and deformed under his hands, his eyes flickered, and he said in a hoarse voice expectantly: "Can I kiss you later?"

When he said this, his face was so red that even makeup powder couldn't cover it, like a ripe peach.

Jiang Wu's Adam's apple moved, and he nodded: "Yes."

Feng Cheng was like a child who got candy, with eyes full of smiles, he withdrew his hand, "I'll take a bath by the way."

Jiang Wu stood by the wall without moving, staring at his figure and wandering back and forth until the other party took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

Then he looked away, walked into his bedroom and rummaged through the boxes.

Neptune: [Which one are you looking for? 】

I searched all the cabinets in the room and found nothing.

Jiang Wu frowned, leaning on the wardrobe with his hands in wonder: [That's it. 】

Haiwang understood in seconds: [There is a white button next to the bedside table. 】

Jiang Wu raised his eyes and found the button next to the low blue cabinet. He reached out and pressed it, and a small hidden compartment popped up on the wall directly above the double bed.

Jiang Wu found what he wanted inside.

With a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, he counted seven and placed them on the velvet quilt.

They are all adults, so there is no need to hide too much.

Haiwang took a deep breath: [Seven, I'm afraid you want to waste it. 】

Jiang Wu lay down on the bed, squinted his eyes and said: [Prepare a few more, in case the excitement gets high and you can't stop. 】

At this time, Feng Cheng came out, with a white bath towel wrapped around her waist, and there was still misty water vapor all over her body.

He went straight to the bed, bent down, and slowly leaned himself against the man.

Jiang Wu hugged him, trying to turn over, but Feng Cheng held him back.

"I haven't taken a shower yet." Jiang Wu thought that his fiancé liked the position above, so he didn't move any more, lying under him with a muffled laugh.

"I don't dislike it." The young man bowed his head, still starting from the chin, like a superficial touch, once, once, again.

Whenever he wanted to get close to a man's lips, he would tense his body and quickly avoid it.

Jiang Wu was so itchy by him that he tried to find him consciously, but he couldn't catch him.

"Let me kiss you."

The warm and cool movement on the neck became heavier and heavier, and the body on his body pressed him harder with each kiss, like a mountain, which made it almost impossible to breathe.

Jiang Wu's breath became heavier and heavier, and sprayed on the top of the young man's hair, scorching inward like magma along the pores.

Feng Cheng's heart was twitched violently by the stimulation, he raised his head, and fixed his eyes on the man.

"Brother Wu, look at me."

Jiang Wu's originally half-closed eyes slowly opened, facing his directly.

The careless predator finally buried its head, bit the prey under its claws, and began to crazily taste the sweet and delicious food.

Choking, hypoxia, struggling.

He stared closely at the man's eyes, watching them turn red little by little under his attack, so red that they were about to bleed...

When he was released, Jiang Wu's vision was already blurred.

He couldn't tell who he was, where he was, he only knew that there was a gentle hand inserted into his hair, gently pressing his scalp.

Lips are so numb that I can't feel its presence.His gums were bleeding, and his tongue tasted like rust.

Neptune: 【Excited? 】

Jiang Wu: [...be energetic. 】Dare to do it next time.

He retracted his legs and propped himself up from the bed.The hand on the head has already left, but the heat in the eyes has not receded, he raised his finger and wiped it, and it was sore and uncomfortably dry.

After blinking hard a few times, his vision finally became clear.

Turning his head, he saw Feng Cheng laying flat on the bed, holding the seven friends he had prepared on the bed in advance with his fingertips, and dangling them in front of his eyes.The plastic skin refracted the light, creating a triangular spot of light on his face.

Seeing the smile on the young man's lips, Jiang Wu blushed, and moved his eyes down to avoid his gaze.But it happened to meet another beautiful scenery.

After staring intently for a while, he finally couldn't hold back and put his hand on his abdomen, feeling the undulating texture of the eight pieces of mountain mist.

Beneath the porcelain-smooth skin lies a dormant tenacity.

His skin is delicate and soft, with hard muscles underneath.

Touching and touching, Jiang Wu actually couldn't put it down.

Feng Cheng put down the seven little friends, grabbed the man's hand and pulled it to his lips for a kiss, "The new play has already finished, and I will be free for the next few months."

Jiang Wu nodded, pressed on him, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going for your honeymoon?"

Feng Cheng took advantage of the situation and hugged him, her gray eyes were full of tenderness: "There are still some things to deal with, I will tell you in a few days."

Jiang Wu smiled at him: "Thank you for your hard work."

He is not familiar with this world yet, and his fiancé is willing to take over the planning, so he is happy and relaxed.

Of course, rewards should be rewarded when they should be rewarded.

Jiang Wu lowered his head, kissed the young man's abdominal muscles, and was about to pull the bath towel, but was stopped by a hand.

Feng Cheng sat up, hugged the man into his arms, knocked his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed his lips against his neck: "It's not the time yet, Brother Wu."

Jiang Wu thought he was referring to feelings, his eyes darkened, and he sighed, "I'm in a hurry."

Feng Cheng looked at him sideways, with unconcealable love beating in the gray pupils.

He squeezed the man's chin, kissed the red and swollen lips heavily, then let him go happily, and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Wu originally wanted to wait for him to come out, take a shower and then sleep together.

As a result, he waited abruptly until the middle of the night, his two eyelids started to fight up and down, and his fiancé in the bathroom still didn't come out.

Jiang Guanyuan dismissed the small game on the optical brain to pass the time, walked over and knocked on the glass door lightly: "Fengcheng, Xiaofengcheng, sweet?"

He called three times in a row, one more intimate than the other.

Until a hand suddenly pressed against the glass door, with a loud bang, it successfully scared the man back from the nickname that slipped out of his mouth.

That hand was as slender as jade, and five fingers pressed hard against the door, all the blood on the fingertips dissipated, leaving only pale circular marks.

The fingernails are dark black, sharp and sharp like steel claws.

Looking back, there was a tall, fuzzy black figure, slightly bowed, trembling, as if suppressing something.

Jiang Wu was afraid that something might happen to his fiancé, so he stuck the palm of his left hand to that hand through the glass, and turned the doorknob with his right hand, trying to open it: "Feng Cheng, come out, don't force yourself if you have any problems, let's go to the doctor..."

When the words came to his lips, they stopped again.

Only then did I realize that Feng Cheng is a foreign race and cannot go to the hospital.

He turned around sharply, and quickly comforted him in a low voice: "Come out, I'll take you home."

At a time like this, asking for help is not as effective as Feng Cheng's family.

Not only reliable, but also safe.