Mr. Wang and Mr. Meng together

Seven,

The kind flower shop owner crossed his legs and sat on the recliner at the door to bask in the sun with several rows of green seedlings, and finished most of the bucket of dog food with mixed emotions.

After shedding tears like throwing money, Mr. Wang finally came to his senses. When he remembered how embarrassing it was to cry in front of people, the flower shop owner took the opportunity to retaliate.

He sneered at Mr. Wang, and said eccentrically, "You're still crying with your boyfriend at such an age, do you think you're still a kid?"

Mr. Wang didn't say anything, but Mr. Meng looked at the boss helplessly and shook his head.

"He Sheng, don't say that about him."

The flower shop owner closed his eyes, folded his arms and hummed. Mr. Meng smiled and shook his head, thanked him, then dragged the box and took Mr. Wang's hand.

"Let's go back first."

He did have something to deal with, but Mr. Wang refused to let him go, so he had to make other plans. Fortunately, his home was not far from City A, so he didn't need to be so anxious.

When he returned home, Mr. Wang faltered and asked Mr. Meng if he would not leave. Mr. Meng remained silent, took the key to open the door, put everything away, put on his apron and started cooking dinner.

Mr. Wang leaned beside him as a helper, washing vegetables and cutting meat, which he did very hard.

The water from the faucet was running loudly, and the sound of the kitchen knife cutting meat became louder and louder.

Mr. Meng was amused, turned off the fire, stopped frying the dishes, and called Mr. Wang to the living room. The two sat face to face, and Mr. Meng spoke first.

"There are some things I still need to talk to you about."

Mr. Wang's heart skipped a beat, and he stared nervously at Mr. Meng.

"It's Yinyin's matter. She is very angry and doesn't want others to know. Her parents asked me to help her solve the matter, and also asked me not to leak the matter to avoid hurting her self-esteem. This time I went back to help her solve the matter. Thoroughly, but you seem to have misunderstood something, I weighed it for a long time, and decided to tell you..." Mr. Meng paused, looked up at Mr. Wang, and continued: "I am also a selfish person, no I hope my lover will be hurt by some unnecessary misunderstanding."

When Mr. Meng said this, he lowered his head and took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it.

Mr. Wang has good eyesight. No matter how much Mr. Meng conceals it, he can still see the red tips of ears that Mr. Meng could not cover.

It was so pretty, he wanted to lean over and kiss her.

He did the same, couldn't restrain himself at all, stood up, wrapped Mr. Meng in his arms, and bent down to kiss his red ear tips.

He could feel the lingering heat on the tips of his ears, he could hear the heartbeat of Mr. Meng's heartbeat whether it was his or Mr. Meng's, and he could smell the faint fragrance of shower gel on Mr. Meng's body.

Mr. Wang smiled foolishly and turned into a flower. He tried to appear more stable and mature several times, and tried to press down the corners of his mouth to restrain himself, but it was useless.

He may be sick, but when he thinks of Mr. Meng's sentence: I don't want my lover to be hurt.Just can't control it at all.

Mr. Meng likes him!

I like him! !

I like him! ! !

Mr. Wang cheered happily in his heart, as if there were hundreds of cute little paper people holding hands and dancing. When the wind blows for a while, they will spin and dance together in the sky. Even in the mud, they can jump happily wrapped in mud.

Mr. Meng was dumbfounded by Mr. Wang's reaction, and pushed his chest to signal him to let go first. Before the happy little paper man in Mr. Wang's heart stopped, Mr. Meng pushed him and he took advantage of the opportunity to hold Mr. Meng's hand and bowed his head. Kissed on the back of his hand, grinning the corners of her mouth that couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard she tried.

"I'm kind of happy."

Mr. Meng couldn't help laughing.

"Just a little?"

Mr. Wang pressed the corner of his mouth again, and found that he really couldn't hold it back.

"Well, there are many."

Mr. Meng smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled down his hairy head, then leaned forward and kissed Mr. Wang on the lips.

"Me too."

Eight,

The husband and wife got bored and had no concept of time, and even the serious business they were going to talk about was thrown away for a long time.

Mr. Wang's head was full of pink bubbles, thinking: I'm in a relationship, it's not one-sided.At the same time, he was cheeky and tired of Mr. Meng begging for a kiss, on the face, on the mouth, and on the forehead.

The good-tempered Mr. Meng also followed him, closed his eyes, and hugged his neck, his thin eyelids and cheeks were flushed, looking a little shy.

Mr. Wang couldn't bear to blink, his black eyes were shining brightly, watching Mr. Meng slowly kissed him from his forehead, and when he kissed his lips, he held down Mr. Meng's head and stuck out his tongue to squeeze between Mr. Meng's lips and teeth. .

Mr. Meng was unprepared, and after reacting, there was a limp tongue in his mouth, sucking, licking and pestering.

He was a little shy, opened his eyelids and looked at Mr. Wang, seeing that his eyes were shining, staring at him without the slightest bit of shyness, he felt even more shy.

Mr. Meng was reserved and thin-skinned, and he couldn't resist Mr. Wang's sweet and indiscriminate bombardment. He pushed Mr. Wang away cruelly, struggled from his arms, coughed lightly, and restrained his expression.

"It's important to talk about business."

The business is Ms. Qian Yinyin.

Mr. Wang also knew how to measure, so he didn't stick to it anymore, and settled down and sat on the side to listen to Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng even speaks nicely, and his good temper and self-cultivation can be heard in his tone of voice.

"My family and Yinyin's family have been neighbors for many years. Although I have studied abroad since I was a child, I always come back every year. I have a close relationship with her, but I treat her as a little girl who doesn't know anything. It's not your misunderstanding. Like that."

"She should have said that she divorced her husband's family, but she refused to say the reason. I also learned from her father and mother. It turns out that her husband is a bad man with a heart. A little girl was hanging around, Yinyin didn't say anything after she knew about it, she hired a private detective to collect evidence, and finally got a divorce. She thought this matter was over, but she didn't expect that her ex-husband came to City A to find Yinyin a while ago, and wanted to let her Pay back all the money spent on her over the years, and after inquiring, I found out that the man owed usury and had no money to repay the creditor, so he came here to blackmail her."

When Mr. Wang listened, his eyes widened.

He didn't expect Qian Yinyin's ex-husband to be such an unreasonable man, and he didn't expect this man to be so ignorant of the girl he said he would treat well back then. He felt sympathy and anger at the same time.

"What happened later? Has the matter been resolved?"

"Basically, there is still a tail left, and the matter is not troublesome, but the man is really fierce and unreasonable. Fortunately, Yinyin divorced him early, otherwise I don't know how much she will suffer."

Mr. Wang nodded in agreement. Mr. Meng was also sighing and angry, but seeing his serious face now, he smiled and said jokingly, "You scolded her today, and now your heart hurts?"

Mr. Wang quickly shook his head.

"I said the wrong thing, I shouldn't have said that about her." But recalling what Qian Yinyin said in the restaurant before, she was still a little angry.

Those words hit him too hard, causing him to mess up all his plans and fail to confess his love to Mr. Meng!

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang suddenly remembered something, took out the ring from his pocket, and handed it to Mr. Meng as if offering a treasure. After thinking about it, he knelt down on one knee with a 'click', holding Mr. Meng's hand, and said very old-fashionedly, "Will you marry me?"

Mr. Meng was taken aback by his sudden confession, and when he realized it, his stomach ached from laughing.

"This kind of old-fashioned marriage proposal is not popular in foreign countries."

Mr. Wang stood up and looked at Mr. Meng angrily.

"I just thought I should have been sooner."

"Early what?"

"Get to be with you sooner."

Mr. Meng rolled his eyes with a smile, leaned down and kissed the back of Mr. Wang's hand.

"Little fool, we are really together."

By the time the two of them showered and went to bed, it was not too early.

Both of them were lying down with their eyes closed, but Mr. Wang, who was still excited, didn't feel sleepy.

Lovers who have known their hearts will always be extra restless when they stay together.

What's more, Mr. Wang has long felt irresistible and thirsty for Mr. Meng's body leaning against him at night, and today he became restless very fast. Before he had time to clamp the limp thing between his legs, then Things began to sprout, and hardened bit by bit, sticking to Mr. Meng's thigh through the underwear like a show of power.

Mr. Meng may be really sleepy, and he didn't notice it at all. He slept soundly in Mr. Wang's arms. Mr. Wang struggled bitterly for a while, and finally decided not to wrong himself.

When Mr. Meng woke up drowsily from his sleep, he felt a slight pain in his thigh, as if someone was rubbing it with sandpaper. Only when he woke up did he feel the shape of that thing, a long and thick one, rubbing against it. He rubbed up and down between his legs, accompanied by Mr. Wang's forbearing panting above his head.

He immediately understood the situation, and Mr. Wang noticed that he woke up, and complained aloud: "It was always hard when you slept before, and I didn't touch it because I was afraid of waking you up."

"Are you holding back?"

Mr. Wang sniffed, feeling as wronged as he wanted: "Yes, I'm holding back."

Mr. Meng was silent for a while, then whispered, "I have to go back tomorrow, so I can't have sex with you."

Mr. Wang was just about to happily say that it's okay, just let me rub it for a while.Before he could say anything, Mr. Meng in his arms got into the bed at once, and in the next second, Mr. Wang's still hard sex/organ was sucked into a warm and moist place.

Mr. Wang used his head to think about it and knew where it was.

So hot, so tight, so comfortable to lick him.

Mr. Wang felt that he was about to explode. It was pitch black in front of his eyes, but he felt that there were countless colorful fireworks exploding.

His remaining mobility was really not enough to support his normal thinking. Panting heavily, he firmly held Mr. Meng's head buried between his crotch, and instinctively pushed his waist forward to push his crotch.With one stroke, the hard sex/organ was inserted deeper, and Mr. Meng, with infinite tenderness and tolerance, swallowed his thing deeper with sobs.

He shot in Mr. Meng's mouth.

When the shot came out, Mr. Wang reached out and turned on the light by the bed, and then quickly lifted the quilt.

He saw Mr. Meng's black hair and beautiful body. He was still lying between his legs, with his arms half covering his face, and he refused to let him see.

But he wants to see it.

He wanted to see it so much, he guessed that Mr. Meng still had his semen in his mouth, maybe he ejaculated too much, and Mr. Meng couldn't hold it, some overflowed from the corner of his mouth, flowed into his neck, and hung on the On his beautiful collarbone.

Just thinking about it, Mr. Wang's eyes began to turn red, and his heart tended to beat violently.

He forcibly pulled away Mr. Meng's arm covering his face. Mr. Meng's eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were trembling, his face was flushed, and his red lips were cloudy.

Terrible, really terrible.

Mr. Wang's heart beat faster, thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-like-as-in-the-television, with hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals beating the drums.

Stupidly, he leaned forward to block Mr. Meng's mouth, there was a salty liquid exchanged between their lips and teeth, most of them were swallowed, and some were mixed with transparent body fluid, flowing down the corners of the lips, lustful /Excessive color/love.

In the fourth year that Mr. Wang and Mr. Meng were together, they were harmonious, happy and had a rich sex life.

【Finish】