Pastel Colors

[Small Theater Part [-]] The daily business of Song’s Wonton Shop

One day, at twelve midnight.

Mr. He sent his last work email, went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, and came out wearing a bathrobe. He saw a big bulging white quilt on the bed.

He walked to the bed and stood still, folded his arms and smiled: "Is the wonton shop open today?"

"How dare you not open for business." Song Ran's depressed voice came from the quilt, "The shop door was opened for you, and the cook was stabbed for you. I have to give you as many meals as you want."

Mr. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out the special utensils for eating wontons.

A condom, a bottle of lube.

Hearing the sound, Dabai Wonton trembled visibly, moved ten centimeters to the side of the bed tremblingly, and was hugged back by the appetizing Mr. He.

Song Ran poked her head out with her messy black hair: "Mr. He, can we eat more civilized today? I haven't finished my manuscript for several days."

Standing to draw, my back hurts.

Sitting and drawing, butt hurts.

I went to the kindergarten by bike to pick up Bubu, my waist and butt hurt together, and the principal asked me if I was disabled.

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about lack of firewood. You can't eat good wontons even if you kill the cook. Is this the truth?" Song Ran understands it with reason and emotion, "Mr. He, please ..."

Unmoved, Mr. He took the wonton stuffing out of the wonton wrapper, stripped off his underwear and pressed it on the bed.

"What did you call me, huh?"

Song Ran blinked: "Mr. He."

"wrong."

Song Ran changed his words: "Zhi Yuan."

"wrong."

Song Ran was ashamed: "Husband."

"wrong."

"..."

Song Ran roared unbearably: "I would rather die than scream if I love to do it!"

Mr. He is a very patient partner and never pushes Songran.He kisses passionately, touches tenderly, and pampers his beloved lover as much as he can.

A bowl of fresh soup and small wontons was eaten up at the bottom of the bowl one bite at a time.

In the middle of the night, Songran finally couldn't hold it anymore, crying out panting, "Dad...Dad!"

Mr. He was very satisfied. He paid a substantial "meal price" and left the wonton shop.

The next morning, Mr. He drove Bubu to the kindergarten.

Bubu said, "Baba, I really miss my brother's little wontons. He hasn't made them for me for a long time! You can ask him to make them again."

"Okay, let him make it for you tomorrow." He Zhiyuan licked his lips, "It tastes like 'kids'."

As for the "adult taste"... only he can touch it.

[Small Theater Part [-]] The Conflict Between the Former and the Incumbent

One night, the wontons were cooked and the dishes were set.Before eating, Mr. He suddenly became interested and wanted to seriously mediate the contradiction between the "predecessor" and "current" in the sketch with Chef Song.

The ex complained: "Baby, we haven't met before, you didn't even give me a chance to fight, and turned me into an ex, I'm very sad. Come, give me a comforting kiss."

Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."

The incumbent sighed: "He is obviously the ex, and you still kiss him every now and then. My wife cheated on me, and I was very hurt. Come, give me a confession kiss."

Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."

The ex then tempted him: "Look, I'm handsome, good-looking, and well-dressed, don't you like it? Come, give me a kiss, and I'll take off a piece of clothing in front of you."

Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."

The incumbent expressed dissatisfaction: "Look, I am super rich, gentle, and obedient to you. Am I a good partner? Come, give me a kiss, and I will grant you one wish."

Song Ran blushed: "Chirp."

The ex looked sad: "No matter what, it is always insecure to wear the name of the ex. In order to make up for the sense of security, you need to kiss me a few more times as compensation."

Song Ran blushed: "Jiu Jiu."

The incumbent looked contemptuous: "As the incumbent, can you be self-willed as a matter of course, and you can have as many kisses as you want?"

Song Ran blushed: "Jiu Jiu Jiu..."

The ex made an inch: "Since becoming an ex, you belong to another person, and I will never kiss you again. Come on, dedicate the rest of the kisses in this life to your dear ex."

Song Ran twisted her butt in shame: "How many more kisses do you have before you are willing to get in?"

Mr. He smiled maliciously: "Don't worry, there are still several accounts to be settled between the predecessor and the current one."

Song Ran wanted to cry but had no tears: "Why are you so narrow-minded! I was wrong, can't I be wrong, come on..."

[Small Theater Part [-]] Eradication of Rape and Evil Peter Pan

Bubu is young and timid, and he is very afraid of thunder.

That night, it was raining heavily, with lightning and thunder. He was frightened with his cloth in his arms. He ran barefoot to the next door to find his father and brother, but found that the door was locked.

He knocked, but the door didn't open.

I knocked again, but the door still didn't open.

When he knocked on No.20, the door finally opened slowly.

Dad looked down at him with his upper body naked, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, his skin was sweaty, and his face looked unhappy.The elder brother was nestled under the quilt, his neck and ears were red, and he asked him tremblingly and panting, "Boob, what's the matter?"

Bubu climbed onto the bed, rubbed into his brother's warm arms, and said, "It's thundering, I'm so scared, I want my brother to sleep with me."

Dad sighed, turned and went into the bathroom.

My brother said hello aggrievedly, but his expression looked like he was about to cry.

Bubu slept with his brother in his arms, and slept soundly and soundly.In the middle of the night, a thunderstorm woke him up, and he sat up abruptly, only to find that he was alone on the bed again.

This time, the door to the video room opposite was locked.

He ran to knock on the door persistently.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

"Dad, brother, are you in there?"

After knocking thirty times in a row, the door finally opened. Dad came out carrying his elder brother, who was like a ball of mud, and put him on the big bed in the master bedroom. He reached out and touched Bubu's head, calling him out to talk.

Really, if we don't establish a good rule, not only will Songran have a psychological shadow, but his sexual function will also be affected.

So that night, Bubu learned a new knowledge: when his father and brother locked the door, it meant that they became Peter Pan and were eradicating the evil forces in the world. knock on the door.

Hmm, looks great.

Boob is deeply proud of them!

[Small Theater Part [-]] Every drop of milk is mine

When other people's little shou is fucked to climax, his eyes will be watery, hungry and confused, and he will say: "Please... please cum on me..."

And when Songran was fucked to the climax, he would tightly wrap his legs around Mr. He's waist, and said through gritted teeth, "Cum all to me, the innermost part, don't give them a single drop! No, not even a single sperm." Don't give it to them!"

Mr. He hurriedly said: "Honey, calm down, it's all yours, it's all yours."

So Songran fell asleep contentedly with a white buttock in his mouth...

[Small Theater Part [-]] The Perverted Uncle Has Eight-Pack Abdominal Muscles

One night after eating small wontons, Song Ran was covered in red marks and lay sleepy in the bathtub: "I've been struggling with something for a long time, please explain it to me."

Mr. He held the bubble bottle in his hand: "What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he picked up a handful of shower foam and evenly spread it on Songran's thighs.

Song Ran turned sideways and leaned lightly on his shoulder: "Honestly, have you been bent by me, or have you always been bent?"

Mr. He smiled: "Is there a difference?"

"There is a difference." Song Ran complained, "You bend too fast, and I feel very unfulfilled."

Mr. He rubbed Songran's hair with foamy hands: "How should I put it, I really don't care whether it is straight or curved. If you are a girl, I will use the Cartesian coordinate system. If you are a boy, I will use it." surface coordinate system."

Song Ran took a bite of him: "Speak human."

"It's been bent by you, are you satisfied?" Mr. He patted his upturned buttocks, "You don't know how cute you are when you stutter on the phone."

Song Ran muttered: "Pervert uncle, it's so strange to be so cute."

He Zhiyuan raised his chin: "Say it again?!"

Song Ran smiled all over his face: "Pervert uncle... oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The handsome perverted uncle ruthlessly squeezed a red finger print on Songran's buttocks, making him squeal in the bathtub.

After taking a shower, I went to bed again.

Song Ran straddled Mr. He's waist and directed him: "Breathe in!"

Mr. He then inhaled, his eight-pack abdominal muscles tightened at the same time, outlining a neat and beautiful line.

Songran stretched out his hand, touched it enviously, and drooled: "You have also trained me for a while, why don't I have such good-looking abs?"

"Don't worry." Mr. He comforted him, "Eight-pack abs, at most only four are from training, and the other four are from eating. There is something wrong with your protein and carbohydrate intake, and you need to adjust the nutritional ratio , it will be fine in a few months."

The muscles in front of her eyes were strong and powerful, so alluring, Song Ran looked at them, and couldn't help but lower her head and kiss them.

"I really want it."

He rested his pillow on the heel of Mr. He's leg, stared at his abdominal muscles, poked it a few times, pressed it a few more times, and let out a long sigh.

Mr. He's eyes deepened: "I've already kissed here, do you want...to kiss a little more?"

Song Ran blushed: "Closed, closed, closed today."

Mr. He sat up on the bed, pulled Songran into his arms, pressed him down, and seduced him with a bit of coquettishness: "They are all regular customers, for the sake of eating so many meals before, don't you?" Can you give me an extra hour? I have been training my waist strength recently, and I promise it will be as cool as the one just now."

Song Ran turned her head in shame: "Why are you even harder to coax than Bubu..."

Mr. He smiled and said, "I'm not difficult to coax, just let me eat enough and I'll be fine."

"Full?!" Song Ran punched him hard, "Which day have you been full?"

Mr. He suppressed a smile and promised: "I'm [-]% full today, and I'm short of the last meal. I swear, it will definitely be the last meal."

Song Ran had no choice but to accept his fate, turned his frustration into lust, took out the lubricating fluid and condoms under the pillow and threw them to Mr. He, and grabbed his neck with both hands: "You are full, I am not full yet. You... Work harder, don't make me hungry."

"Okay, I must not let you go hungry."

Mr. He leaned down, and lightly pecked at the base of Songran's ear.

[Small Theater·Part [-]] Little Chef Ode Gained Two Pounds

Songran has a strong obsession with abdominal muscles. In the past two months, she has been sweating profusely in the gym, and she has to practice for nine to 10 minutes every day.Mr. He was afraid that his innocent little chef would be targeted by other hungry wolves and take him back, causing him to have no wontons in the future, so he offered to be a training partner.

Song Ran refused without even thinking about it: "Everyone is practicing abdominal muscles, so don't get involved. Keep the current state and don't move, give me a chance to catch up, thank you."

Behind the scenes, he had a treacherous idea, but he tried to feed Mr. Fat He with a high-calorie, high-fat, and high-carbohydrate fattening meal.Mr. He's eyes are so sharp, the first time he got caught unfortunately, and the second time he found out the clue from his malicious and attentive smile, he tried every means to coax and trick him into Songran's stomach.

Songran's plan failed, he dug a hole by himself, gained two catties in ten days, beat his chest with regret, and had to start a one-month diet plan: first make a normal dinner for Bubu and Mr. He every day, and then start another Xiaozao, make yourself a plate of purple cabbage salad with vinaigrette for dinner.

Seeing him like this, Mr. He seriously put down his bowl and chopsticks and went into the kitchen. Five minutes later, he came out holding a spatula and threw a golden poached egg and a piece of fried chicken breast on his plate: "I can afford you. Muscle is muscle, there is no need to starve to death."

Song Ran finished eating the salad with a red face, and was dragged away before he could escape, and sat side by side with Bu Bu, sitting side by side, to attend a fitness nutrition class taught by Teacher He.

Boo Boo curled up his small arms, bulging out his biceps that were completely invisible, and proudly called out: "Boo Boo Hercules!"

Song Ran hurriedly clapped her hands in applause: "Boob is amazing!"

Mr. He coughed twice, Song Ran only felt a chill on the back of his neck, turned his head reflexively, and smiled happily: "Eat regularly, from now on we must eat regularly!"

[Small Theater Part [-]] Mr. He's Big Mushroom

One summer night, Song Ran came home from the gym covered in sweat, casually greeted the father and son who were reading fairy tales on the sofa, ran into the master bedroom, took off her tight vest and began to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, he came out of the bathroom wet with a towel, and Mr. He was already sitting on the bedside reading with a Kindle.

"It's very effective!" He squeezed his increasingly hard belly, threw himself on the big bed, stretched out a salty pig's hand and pulled away Mr. He's nightgown belt, "Quick, let me observe the model sample again!"

Mr. He remained motionless, without blinking his eyelids, allowing the other party to lie beside him with his two big white legs hooked, his buttocks raised, and his eyes fixed on his enviable eight-pack abs.

After observing for a long time, Songran concluded with a guilty conscience: "It's only a little worse than you."

Just a little bit.

Mr. He smiled: "Well, a little bit."

His tone is actually very doting, without irony. In fact, he also understands Song Ran's hard work for it for the past two months, but Song Ran is extremely sensitive because of the forced "almost". He pinched it hard: "You are the only one! Don't show off, do you hear me?"

Mr. He smiled and moved his waist: "Don't dare, dare not."

Song Ran couldn't compare, so he carefully launched a mocking attack on Mr. He's abdominal muscles.

"Does this look like a vegetable bed?" He gestured left and right with both hands, "Look, the pieces are neat and tidy, especially like a plowed field."

Mr. He revealed half of his face from behind the Kindle, and sighed helplessly: "I really admire your imagination."

Song Ran accepted the "compliment" with a smile: "You are absurd."

Mr. He then put away the Kindle, put it next to the pillow, looked down at Songran, and rubbed his wet black hair after taking a bath: "I said it was like diced tofu and waffles, I can bear it, vegetable bed ...What does it look like? Your hair should be cut, it's a bit long."

Song Ran was very dissatisfied with the fact that he was questioned about his imagination as a children's illustrator. He shook his head vigorously, grabbed a black hair on the side of Mr. He's belly button and pulled it up, and said ambiguously: "Nong , it’s obviously grass, and it’s not a vegetable bed.”

"Songran..."

Mr. He first felt a slight tingling pain in his lower abdomen, followed by a burst of fever. Burning blood quickly flowed downwards and gathered somewhere, awakening the sleeping giant in his underwear.

The response was astonishingly fast.

The strength of the sexual attraction between lovers can always be explained by the speed, hardness and durability of erection.

Song Ran's words touched Mr. He, full of pride, he had already set up a motorboat in his heart, but he didn't show his face on the surface, his eyes were still innocent and pure, but his fingers became restless and poked in along his hair. He touched the edge of the underwear deeper and deeper, and finally caught the hot thing.

"what is this?"

He asked the question knowingly, holding the stem and slowly stroked upwards.

Mr. He's lips were dry, and his Adam's apple twitched: "A new growth... a mushroom."

Song Ran frowned, and asked with a smile: "It's strange, it's not a vegetable bed, how can it grow such a big mushroom?"

Mr. He suffers from lust and needs to release it urgently, so he can only succumb to Songran's strange talk, no longer trying to restore the image of his abdominal muscles, pinching his thin waist, pushing him against the head of the bed, and kissing him fiercely: "It's a vegetable garden... No, what you say is what you say."

Mr. He's vegetable bed was wet with spring rain tonight, and there were drops of water everywhere.There used to be a big mushroom growing beside the vegetable bed, but Song Ran, who likes mushrooms, found it and picked it up with satisfaction.

but it does not matter.

Because Mr. He's vegetable bed is rich in mushrooms, there will be many big mushrooms growing in the future, which will fill his own vegetable bed before plowing.