Swimming pool

It finally came off, but except for that one place, the rest of the skin overlapped in a large area, and the body was even hotter than before.

Heads to heads, tongues hooked, the two silently exchanged thousands of words with their bodies, like a pair of kissing fish, kissing is not enough.Li Boqiao opened the drawer and squeezed the transparent gel into the palm of his hand, the work was not done yet.

Re-entering the port, covered with a soft quilt, it is comfortable and suitable for familiarity.The tension and pressure were released between each other. At this time, no one wanted to neglect the other. During the disordered breathing, the two urgently expressed their love to each other with their hands and lips.

The orange light diffused on the faces of the two, outlining the contours of emotion.Cheng Lang and Li Boqiao stared at each other's deep eyes and made|made ​​love, feeling the beauty and beauty of sex|things in the fiery body temperature, which was absolutely wonderful.

Cheng Lang's whole body was exhausted, the snow-white chest showed dots of water, and the two red dots on his chest were so bright that they stimulated Li Boqiao's carotid artery to roll wildly.

Cheng Lang supported Li Boqiao, let him control and fiddle with him, trembling and venting in the fierce friction, his reason and perception disappeared in an instant.

"Baby," Cheng Lang stretched out his soft hand, really enjoying himself.

Li Boqiao grabbed his hand and pushed it vigorously, every nerve in his lower body was clamoring to rush forward.He looked at Cheng Lang's face, pumped it hard, pulled out his body suddenly, and pressed it on Cheng Lang's lower abdomen. The seminal fluid with strong kinetic energy was sprayed at high speed, splashing on Cheng Lang's body. He didn't wear it that day. set.

His uncle, can this matter be happier?Li Boqiao panted heavily and covered Cheng Lang's body, savoring it secretly.

I want to do it because I love it, but the more I do it, the more I love it.

When a person meets the love of his life, he will find that his destiny can no longer be in his own hands, and he can no longer leave that person in this life, and he can't even imagine the pain and worry of separation.

After the two finished cleaning up, they smoked after-sales cigarettes next to their shoulders.

Cheng Lang asked a question that has been circling in his mind: "Your parents never come? Do you need to see them?"

Li Boqiao tilted his head and glanced at Cheng Lang, and said in silence for a while, "I often call, and Erfeng often goes back."

Cheng Lang understood that Li Boqiao might be jealous of his gay status, so he kept it a secret from his family, and deliberately maintained a estranged relationship on weekdays.He also doesn't like to force, let's let it go.

It was he himself who planned to take Li Boqiao home to meet his parents.Maybe Chinese New Year?

But before Cheng Lang revealed his little thoughts to Li Boqiao, the peaceful life of the two was broken by one person.

Cheng Lang received a package at the company that day. When he opened it, it was a cartoon doll of him and Li Boqiao. The photo Li Boqiao chose was the one of the two kissing on the grass. The intertwined lips are close to each other. Although the dolls can't make the effect of a sunny grass field, the facial expressions of the two can be reproduced realistically, and it can be seen that they were very involved at the time.

Cheng Lang put the doll on the desk, looked left and right, and was overjoyed.He was typing on the computer keyboard with a smile on his face.In the end, within a few minutes, I suddenly remembered that I was in the office, and hurriedly put the doll into the packing box.

Cheng Lang came out, but that was only to his parents. He didn't care if his colleagues knew about it, it was just someone who had nothing to do with him, and he didn't bother to confess.Besides, low-key is king in the workplace, Cheng Lang understands this.

Cheng Lang used his work break to send a message to Li Boqiao: "The gift has been received, the baby likes it."

Li Boqiao climbed along the pole: "What's the reward?"

"I'll give you a vacation, quit the room | work for a day."

Li Poqiao:  …

Having said that, when he got home from get off work, Cheng Lang still planned to reward Li Boqiao well.He went to the supermarket to buy Li Boqiao's favorite salmon, and brought home some cooked dishes.

This day Li Yefeng was not around, Li Boqiao cooked two dishes, the couple opened a bottle of red wine, and had a couple's feast with gusto.With those hot eyes and affectionate atmosphere, just set up a candlestick and insert a few candles, and you can make a movie.

Cheng Lang is naturally casual, and he doesn't care about things like rituals, but he is also happy to have some flirtation with Li Boqiao.The two drank leisurely and talked quietly, and the bottle of red wine slowly became more than half empty.

"By the way, let me tell you something." Li Boqiao suddenly put down his chopsticks, "Zhang Yimiao may come to stay for a while."

When Cheng Lang heard this, he frowned unconsciously. He looked at Li Boqiao without saying a word, and put the vegetables on the chopsticks into the bowl.

Li Boqiao was quite self-aware, and took the initiative to explain: "His family is in the suburbs, so it's inconvenient to travel, and he doesn't get along well with his father. He originally wanted to rent a house in the city, but the guest room happened to be vacant..."

Cheng Lang quietly played with the chopsticks, raised them to look at Li Boqiao: "Your idea?"

Li Boqiao was silent for a moment: "He mentioned it to me."

Cheng Lang looked at a table of dishes, and suddenly lost his appetite. There was nothing else to say about this matter. Li Boqiao had obviously agreed, and now he basically confessed that he would cut first and play later, and his attitude was no longer important.

Li Boqiao looked at Cheng Lang's face, and said slowly: "Actually, I don't want to have one more person in the family. He is too embarrassed to refuse."

Cheng Lang puffed up his cheeks and let out a long breath: "Whatever you want." After speaking, he got off the table.

It's no wonder that Cheng Lang is angry. He has just lived together, and it hasn't been a year. First, Li Boqiao's younger brother visits him from time to time. After all, he is his own younger brother, and he doesn't come every day, so forget it.Now a friend lives in again, what is this called?Who would you feel better about changing?

Cheng Lang sat cross-legged on the sofa, thinking that fortunately he still had a small house so that he would not fall to the ground.In other words, once he lived here, he rarely returned to his small home.He is such a person, once he falls in love, his heart is full of him, and he is reluctant to leave half a step away.

Li Boqiao sat down next to Cheng Lang in silence, lit a cigarette, and told Cheng Lang about Zhang Yimiao.

Zhang Yimiao’s mother gave birth to him at the age of 40. She had a previous marriage and gave birth to a sick child. Her ex-husband strangled the child to death in front of his wife because of the huge cost of treatment and mental torture. Since then, Zhang Yimiao Miao's mother's mental state is not very good.Later, she remarried and gave birth to Zhang Yimiao, who was a baby, but the previous bad incidents had a profound impact on her, and she showed signs of depression from time to time. Zhang Yimiao lived like this in a state of hot and cold.

"Last year, his mother passed away. Somehow, Zhang Yimiao's father fell into a strange circle of twilight love. He talked with one girlfriend after another, and none of them was reliable. Zhang Yimiao persuaded him but refused to listen."

Cheng Lang sighed, not knowing what to say.Everyone has their own unspeakable stories, and each has its own difficulties. Li Boqiao is nothing more than letting him understand.

"Zhao Yu's house can't be lived in. Shi Quan's condition, renting a house here is not cheap now. He just returned to China and doesn't have a job..."

"Understood." Cheng Lang interrupted Li Boqiao's chatter, feeling that his explanation was superfluous.After hearing about Zhang Yimiao's family affairs, he felt deep sympathy.

That night, the two lay awkwardly together, Li Boqiao didn't ask for sex, and Cheng Lang didn't mean it, they didn't even hug each other, they just lay on their backs, stared at the ceiling and slowly fell asleep.

"Maximum one or two months for a transition, and he will move when he finds a job." Li Boqiao confessed this before going to bed.

Cheng Lang didn't call him back.

In fact, Zhang Yimiao's coming didn't have any substantial impact on Cheng Lang's life. He basically didn't stay at home during the day, and the two of them only saw each other at night.Li Boqiao was more troubled because he had to cook one more meal, but this problem was quickly resolved.Zhang Yimiao can cook, and it's pretty good.

So there was such a scene in life, when Cheng Lang arrived home, the food was already on the table, Li Boqiao and Zhang Yimiao were wearing an apron, going in and out of the kitchen, very tacit understanding.

Li Boqiao's time is freer than Cheng Lang's, in order to let him have a bite of hot food and often go home early.

Sometimes Cheng Lang worked overtime late, and the other two had already eaten. When he entered the door, he saw Li Boqiao and Zhang Yimiao sitting on the sofa watching TV together.Of course, Li Boqiao will specially set aside his share of meals, and will never let him eat leftovers.And as soon as Cheng Lang came home, he basically revolved around Cheng Lang.

But a new problem has arisen. In the past, the two of them finished eating and drinking and went to the bedroom early to have fun, but now they can't do it at all.No matter how close Zhang Yimiao and Li Boqiao were, they were still friends after all, and they had to be treated as guests, so watching TV with him became a compulsory course for Li Boqiao every night.

"You are busy with your work," Zhang Yimiao was quite understanding.

The more he said that, the more embarrassed everyone became.So the three of them often sit on the sofa and watch TV together.

Inconsistency in taste is a trivial matter, and Cheng Lang will generally let it go.Cheng Lang didn't like to watch TV, so he reluctantly stayed with him for a few nights, and felt tired, so he said hello and went into the bedroom.

He himself didn't like to stay in the bedroom, and he had no other place to go, the other two rooms were occupied.

Cheng Lang swiped his phone on the bed with a big quilt by himself, and the sound of commercials on TV came from his ears, as well as the whispers of the other two.He didn't close the door, but he thought about it carefully. He felt that the switch seemed deliberate, so he simply opened it.

After all, they grew up together. Li Boqiao had something to say to his friends, and he was free to smoke in the living room without any resistance, so he was happy to stay outside for a while.

Zhang Yimiao first discovered the problem: "Your Cheng Lang is quite introverted and doesn't like to talk."

"No, I'm tired from work," Li Boqiao said, "Their company always works overtime."

"That's how Japan is, exploiting people to death."

Sometimes Cheng Lang went to bed first when he was sleepy, and he didn't even know when Li Boqiao came in.He only knows about the Li Po Bridge Classic