my husband is crazy

"What are you laughing at?"

Qin Buchuan put his legs on both sides of his waist, lowered his head and forehead to stick to Ling Xiran, and blinked: "You must not smile at others like this, they will all fall in love with you!"

After hearing this, Ling Xiran heard that it was a very high praise, and the person he praised was also someone he liked, so he laughed out loud.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the child's face, smiling like a spring breeze, and his heart softened into spring water: "You, you will always be a child. If I smile at others, they will fall in love with me. Then you love me?" not love me?"

"Love." Qin Buchuan's answer was very straightforward, because it was too straightforward, Ling Xiran picked and picked, and felt that it was too straightforward, as if he had lost weight. Hearing that it was so light and insincere, he opened his mouth and wanted to reprimand Qin Buchuan a few words .

"You were very good at talking nonsense when you were young, how did you grow up one-one-one?"

Before Ling Xiran could finish his training, Qin Buchuan touched the crotch of his trousers with one hand, and at some point a tent was erected there.

As soon as Qin Buchuan touched it, Ling Xiran's mouth full of benevolent and moral elder brother's words admonishing his younger brother immediately turned into full of warmth and lust, and he straightened his waist, his face reverberated with spring heart.

Qin Buchuan lowered his body, and kicked his trousers and underpants to the floor with his feet back and forth. His lower body was completely free, and he untied Ling Xiran's belt with his hands and took off his trousers and white underwear.

Ling Xiran stretched out his hands and grabbed his hair loosely, and laughed in a low voice: "Didn't you say that you didn't come to find me to do this?"

"You don't want to? If you don't want to, I'll leave."

Qin Buchuan tilted his head and looked up at Ling Xiran with slanted eyes. He only saw a handsome chin and a ruddy mouth. Ling Xiran didn't speak, but just smiled. Qin Buchuan held his thing with both hands, and stroked it up and down. Stiffened up, he leaned his nose and smelled it. After smelling it, he found that it was clean and had no peculiar smell, so he stretched out his tongue to lick it.

Ling Xiran let him lick, it was something he was used to, but this time Qin Buchuan licked and licked, but he didn't move on to the next step. He grabbed Xiao Chuan's head, and this time he coaxed him eagerly: "Good brother, don't always It's licking, it's sucking it in."

Qin Buchuan sat up straight, shook his head, and the tip of his red tongue came out and licked one side of his mouth, giggling: "I don't use my mouth, it's uncomfortable to use my mouth."

Ling Xiran was in a hurry. At this moment, my younger brother was both a good brother and a bad brother. He was almost urging him to scratch his heart. He was his darling and his life-threatening talisman. No, my life was so uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Qin Buchuan raised his waist and supported his lifeline with one hand, and opened his buttocks with the other. The pussy behind was dry and contracted nervously. He fell down gently, this straight thing Just rubbing against the edge of the hole.

He purposely sat down without exerting any effort, and this thing just flowed the wet stream from his ass slit by the side of the small hole, and the small hole opened shallowly, swallowing Ling Xiran's lifeblood in a shallow hole head.

The corners of Ling Xiran's anxious eyes turned red, and his eyes turned into crimson cherry blossoms in spring, and peach petals in spring.He turned over, lifted Qin Buchuan all at once, pressed his good brother under his body, kissed him hard on the face a few times in frustration, touched his lower hand, straightened his waist, and inserted it straight in this time.

Qin Buchuan's laughter changed, he screamed, and the cry was followed by a small gasp. The button of his shirt was pulled down by Ling Xiran with one hand, and it was scrapped.

Qin Buchuan only felt that the lower part was a little painful, and the upper part was Su Shuang, who was like an electric shock, but he waited patiently, and after a while, the lower part became refreshed, and he put his legs around Ling Xiran's waist comfortably, eh, eh, nothing Shouted out without hesitation.

This commotion lasted until the next day.

Both of them are young men with fresh blood and healthy bodies. The first shot in the afternoon was done quickly, and the second shot was to be done slowly, gently picking and slowly grinding. They were squeezed clean, but they still had to hug and continue to grind and touch, until finally only a layer of thin and transparent liquid was left, so they went to the bathroom with their soft legs helping each other.

When it was time for dinner, Qin Buchuan didn't leave Ling Xiran's small western-style building, the two of them ate their meal affectionately and went to talk on the bed.

On the other side, across a wall and a garden, Zhang Xiufen waited for Qin Buchuan to come back for dinner.

Unable to wait around, he called the servant to call someone, and was told that Qin Buchuan would not be back until tomorrow morning, so he was so angry that he wanted to drag him.

Her husband went to work in the Whampoa Military Academy, and she and Qin Buchuan were the only ones left in the mansion at home. Qin Buchuan had just turned eighteen, but he looked like a young boy of fifteen or sixteen.

I didn't expect my younger brother to send an invitation card in the afternoon. I don't know if I send it back. This mansion is not big or small, but it is definitely big for her alone. Zhang Xiufen is unhappy and eats a table of dinner by herself. She is most afraid of being alone. , what she loves in her bones is excitement.

Qin Buchuan and Ling Xiran were lying on the bed, unaware that his sister-in-law was eating alone with a resentful expression on her face, and Ling Xiran insisted on reading him the novel she wrote. Qin Buchuan also reads this novel on weekdays, and he can read good-looking novels without sleep or food.

But Ling Xiran's novels, he can't comment on whether they are good or not, but the relationship between the characters is complex and the emotions are abundant--except that the hero and heroine have to live and die, and even the supporting characters have to go through life and death.

With such a huge emotional relationship, Ling Xiran finished reading and asked him: "How is it, what do you think?"

Qin Buchuan shook his head honestly: "I don't think so."

"Why don't you feel it?"

Ling Xiran has first-class confidence in his appearance, that's right, this confidence has caused him to have serious misunderstandings about his novels.

"Such a touching love story, how come you don't think about it?" Ling Xiran pushed Xiao Chuan's younger brother, and turned into a big brother who hated iron and steel, "I said you should read more books in normal times, just take a look. , you don’t like reading, you can’t even understand novels.”

Qin Buchuan stretched out his hand, pressed it up against Ling Xiran's nipple, twisted it hard, and said mercilessly, "I don't know how to appreciate it, and don't other bookstores know how to appreciate it? Why did they refuse to publish your book? Why do you have to read it?" You self-published?"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Xiran was immediately stunned. Ling Xiran has always been sullen since he was a child, because he felt that he was a treasure in the world, a big white lotus that everyone was intoxicated by, and no one could understand that he could connect with him. I don't like going out to play or dealing with people.

He was bored at home, and it was inevitable that he would be bored just playing with his younger brother, so he fell in love with reading novels, especially romance novels.

He just looked at it, and looked at it with disdainful comments. He only said one sentence about the misfortune of the heroine and heroine: "This person is not beautiful enough."

Qin Buchuan always listened to his comments and believed them to be true, thinking that the protagonist in the book was really ordinary-looking.

As a result, I occasionally borrowed it and read it with gusto, and found that the protagonist in the book is the embodiment of beauty, nobility and purity, so Ling Xiran's comments were very incomprehensible.

Ling Xiran explained to him with his eyes on the top of his head: "If you are beautiful enough—for example, as beautiful as me, how can you encounter so many setbacks?"

Qin Buchuan has been immune to Ling Xiran's words for many years, and he has long been too lazy to comment, but the book is a good book and the story is a good story. He endured it, and felt that Ling Xiran's words distorted the good stories written by other authors, so he cursed: "Bah Brother Ran, you have to go see your eyes sooner or later."

Ling Xiran replied to him: "My eyes are not inflamed and my eyes are not short-sighted. What eyes are you looking at?"

Qin Buchuan pointed to a bookshelf of romance novels that Ling Xiran disdained, and replied seriously: "Didn't you notice that you're blind?"

Regarding this matter, Ling Xiran firmly believed that it was Qin Buchuan who was blind, and that his younger brother had never read any really good romance novels, but he bought a bunch of romance novels on the market and none of them were pleasing to the eye. Qin Buchuan further satirized him: "You are so capable, Why not write one yourself."

If time could really be turned back, Qin Buchuan vowed to go back to that day to stop his words. After hearing these words, Ling Xiran really started writing, and as if possessed by a demon, he vowed to write a shocking masterpiece—a book of feelings Earth-shattering love story.

When Ling Xiran wanted to write, Qin Buchuan became the first reader. At the beginning, he read it with great interest. Once Ling Xiran wrote it, he wrote hundreds of thousands of words in an eloquent manner. It is a long love story.

Qin Buchuan read this story with the idea of ​​reading a masterpiece, and finally became dizzy and confused, only the hero and heroine and the supporting roles were left in his mind, wanting to die at every turn and howling loudly, I am so beautiful!How the hell can you not love me!

"Day." Qin Buchuan cursed, turned over on the bed at this moment, sat on the bed with his arms around the quilt, covered his ears and yelled, "I'm not smart, well, then I'm not smart, but you Novels are poisonous! After listening to your novels, I will become mentally retarded!"

Ling Xiran's novel was rejected by the bookstore just last week, and she still has to pay for it if she wants to publish it.

This is not enough to make him angry, anyway, he has been angry seven or eight times, and he is used to being angry.

But Qin Buchuan's yelling was like a chemical reaction between two unrelated elements colliding. Ling Xiran's mind was not big at first, but it was only a few circles bigger than the tip of a needle. When the two elements collided, he exploded and wanted to go Grab this kid.

Qin Buchuan wrapped himself in the quilt and got under the bed, but Ling Xiran couldn't reach it, so he stood there panting for a while, angrily ran to turn off the light, lay down on the bed in a daze, closed his eyes and shouted: "If you are capable, sleep under the bed and don't come up!"

After Ling Xiran yelled, she fell silent, and Qin Buchuan didn't make a sound under the bed. The two of them had more stubborn tempers, and they became two little bulls.

Qin Buchuan was under the bed, the hard floor made his butt hurt, Ling Xiran shivered from the cold without a quilt on the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Xiran sneezed loudly, Qin Buchuan popped his head out from under the bed, Qin Buchuan stretched out his head to look at him: "Brother, are you cold?"

"Who is your brother?" Ling Xiran turned over, "With a brother like you, my brother would have died of anger."

"Just be careful."

Qin Buchuan crawled out of the bed wrapped in the quilt, Ling Xiran suddenly jumped out of the bed, flung his teeth and claws at Qin Buchuan, Qin Buchuan crawled all over the ground wrapped in the quilt, and was finally hugged tightly by Ling Xiran and the quilt.

"I'm freezing to death!"

Ling Xiran embraced the big group, Qin Buchuan laughed and conceded, he and Ling Xiran had quarreled since childhood, his stubbornness would never last long, he would always be the first to admit defeat, and he had to admit it, who would be willing to give in? My brother is wronged.

Ling Xiran lifted the quilt, and sat side by side with Qin Buchuan on the ground, wrapped together, neither of them went to bed, facing the window to look at the moon and stars outside.

"The ones in the mountains are brighter and bigger."

When Qin Buchuan opened his mouth, Ling Xiran knew he was referring to the old house.

He also opened his mouth to recall: "We have been sleeping together in the old house, I hug you, we often look at the stars and the moon by the window, do you remember?"

"What happened in the first two years, how many years did you say?"

Qin Buchuan yawned, and Ling Xiran continued, "Brother Chuan, move here and live with me."

"Move, I will move when my elder brother comes back." Qin Buchuan rubbed his eyes, "Don't worry, my sister-in-law is at home alone."

"Your sister-in-law should go with your elder brother." Ling Xiran snorted, and put her arms around Qin Buchuan after speaking, "Sleepy? Let's watch the stars and the moon for a while."

"Look at you in your dream."

Qin Buchuan tilted his head, leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Ling Xiran didn't push him, and went to see the moon and stars by himself. The moon and stars were still the same moon and stars for thousands of years, but the people underground had changed after thousands of years.

"Xiaochuan, we want to be together forever." Ling Xiran said softly.

Qin Buchuan muttered "Mmm".

Ling Xiran said again: "Don't forget, you only have me."

Qin Buchuan said impatiently "Bah" this time.

Ling Xiran hugged him, thinking about the little white-eyed wolf, his little white-eyed wolf, his little baby, his younger brother, his playmate, his childhood sweetheart.

He loved him all his life.

The author has something to say: There are many people, but the one in his arms is his only love.