Dansu

What kind of meat, but fortunately the muscles are well-proportioned. If it weren't for the fact that it was too white, it would look quite healthy. Jiang Ming would be relatively firmer. With a little effort in the arms, you can still see the muscle lines, and you can also see a little abdominal muscle marks Son, I haven't practiced specially, but because I played a lot of fights since I was a child, and played basketball every day after I entered junior high school, I am still in good shape.

He didn't pay much attention before, but now standing together in front of the mirror with his naked body like this, Jiang Ming felt that the two of them were almost the same age.

"You said, I will become an old man in the future, are you still like this?" Jiang Ming stood under the shower with his head down, flushing the water.

"Impossible," Fu Qiu huddled against his back and flushed with him, "It will take at least four or fifty years for you to become an old man, so I will definitely grow up."

Jiang Ming clicked his tongue and turned around, "It's rare for me to say a word, why are you like this?"

"Isn't it still early?" Fu Qiu touched his face, then rested his forehead on his shoulder, exhaled lightly, "Every time I flush like this, I don't want to stand."

"There's a bathtub, why don't you use it?" Jiang Ming didn't want to stand up because of him, he stepped back, stood against the wall behind him, took the bath ball, squeezed some bath liquid on it and rubbed it.

Fu Qiu raised his head, and Fu wanted to put his chin up again, but there was a wall in front of him, so he had no choice but to pat Jiang Ming's waist, "Come over with your shoulders."

Jiang Ming sighed, turned his back away from the wall, and used his butt to support it. Fu Qiu put his chin up, closed his mouth and hummed a few times before lazily saying: "Washing in the bathtub can't be finished in an hour, how many hours?" trouble."

Fu Qiu's chin was pointed, and his face was so thin, Jiang Ming felt that his shoulder was poked by his chin a little uncomfortable, but he still tried his best not to move.

After washing, Jiang Ming took two bath towels off the shelf, threw one on Fu Qiu's head, and wiped the other with himself.

After wiping and changing his clothes, Fu Qiu still stood still, his hair dripping with water.

Jiang Ming pursed his lips helplessly, pulled Fu Qiu to his side, spread out the towel and rubbed it on his head.

Fu Qiu seemed to be sleepy, his eyes half closed and he didn't speak, the wet hair on his forehead intertwined messily with his long eyelashes, his cheeks were pink from the hot air just after taking a shower.

When the word "charming" flashed through Jiang Ming's mind again, he really felt that something was wrong with him.

As usual on Sunday, there is a sketch class. The two subwoofers have already drawn the cylinder, which can be regarded as a rapid progress. At the end, Ming is the slowest to clean up every time, because he is the only one in the class who uses an easel. Those who draw human heads put their drawing boards on their legs.

The interest classes here are all on the fifth floor, and they usually take the elevator, but today I don’t know what’s going on in a studio on the same floor. There are so many people here, and they just gathered at the elevator entrance to wait for the elevator. The elevator came for two rounds, but he hadn't gotten on it yet, and the number of people left was increasing a little bit, so he stopped waiting and took the stairs.

Their building is not too short, and because the urban and rural areas have just merged in recent years, in order to reflect the height, elevators are rarely installed, and naturally fewer people take the stairs.

The stairwell was silent, and Jiang Ming had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard voices coming from downstairs.

"Here... isn't it good?"

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, isn't this the voice of a small voice, and the subwoofer is also there?

Sure enough, the sound of the subwoofer came, with a bit of urgency: "I've seen it, there is no camera installed here, who would use the stairs when there is an elevator..."

Then there was no sound, what are these two people doing?

Jiang Ming was a little curious, so he couldn't hold back and walked quietly.

The stairs were turning. Judging by the volume of the sound, the two people should be at the corner of the fourth floor. Jiang Ming went all the way to the corner of the fifth floor and saw the two people through the iron railing.

The little voice is leaning against the wall, the subwoofer is pressing him down, and both of them are facing Jiang Ming sideways, so he happens to have a clear view——

The two of them didn't notice Jiang Ming, they closed their eyes and kissed each other, their lips and tongues ecstatically intertwined.

Jiang Ming froze completely, which gave him no less visual impact than the battle scene between Fu Qiu and the snake demon he saw last time.

It can't be said that it was disgusting, but what Han Shaolong did when he was a child and seeing Fu Qiu's charming image a few days ago rushed into his mind at the same time, which made him feel an inexplicable strange feeling.

He stayed in a daze until those two people finished their work and left, and he still hadn't sorted out the mess in his mind.

Jiang Ming didn't think much about the relationship between the small voice and the subwoofer, he just regarded them as very good friends, and it was annoying to always talk about unrelated topics in class, but now, the details of the two of them getting along in the past gradually became clear , everything becomes reasonable.

Yes, it makes sense.

Yang Yuqian has been acting as an old driver more and more frequently recently, and there is a small stack of unhealthy books just for Jiang Ming, but he always stuffs them at the bottom of the pile of books in the cabinet without reading them. with.

So when Yang Yuqian tried to take him for a walk in the tractor again, he resolutely refused.

But Yang Yuqian's attitude was also very firm, and he pulled him hard and refused to let him get out of the car, "Let me tell you, this book is really written with a lot of feeling, it is the most exciting book I have ever read, it is almost impossible not to read it." It is the biggest regret in my life!"

Something flashed through Jiang Ming's mind, gently poking a certain nerve in him.

Glancing at the book, it was different from the ones given to him before, this one was wrapped in an opaque white book cover, and the secrecy measures were well done, so it could be taken out openly.

How about... take a look?

Jiang Ming frowned, obviously hesitant, Yang Yuqian had a rare wink in this regard, stuffed the book into his arms and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, I wish you a good time!"

in love

When Jiang Ming came home and saw Fu Qiu drinking yogurt, he didn't care. He went straight into the study and locked the door behind him.

In the past, he couldn't even close the door, let alone lock it. Today, I don't know if Fu Qiu will suspect anything.

Generally, the study room is only used by Jiang Ming when he is doing homework and drawing. Jiang Ming throws his schoolbag on the table, takes out the book wrapped in white leather and puts it on the table.

Masamune sat upright on the chair and turned to the first page.

It was normal at the beginning. It was about a female employee who applied for a job in a big company and was called to the office by the boss.

Jiang Ming didn't have time to complain about how a small employee would directly meet with his boss before applying for a job, and what happened next made him a little unbearable.

As soon as it came up, the thunder from the sky stirred the fire on the ground, and the flames of dry wood were half pushed and half pushed, especially the description of the dialogue, Jiang Ming really couldn't accept it.

But he still felt the young general Ming below slowly raised his head.

There was a burst of heat coming from the lower abdomen, and Jiang Ming felt that his fingertips were a little loose, but when they wrapped around the object between his legs, they seemed to be full of strength...

There was a last convulsion, and liquid gushed out, leaning Ming on the back of the chair, and let out a long breath.

There was a sudden sound of twisting the doorknob outside the door, which made Jiang Ming jump up like an electric shock.

"Why is the door locked?" Fu Qiu said outside the door.

Jiang Ming hurriedly took out a few napkins to wipe them, and said in a calm voice, "Don't come in, I..."

But he forgot that Fuqiu was a monster.

"Yo!" Fu Qiu suddenly patted him behind him.

"..." Jiang Ming didn't move, just trying to come up with a more natural explanation, when Fu Qiu asked, "Where are you drying the bird?"

In fact, it has basically been wiped clean, but the pants have not been pulled up in time, Jiang Ming gritted his teeth and said, "...Yeah."

Fu Qiu leaned on his shoulder and smiled for a long time, "What kind of hobby do you have, you have to hang the birds while doing homework."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ming pulled up his pants and asked after he finished laughing.

Fu Qiu plucked his hair a few times casually and said: "If I have anything to do, I just ask you what you want to eat today. I want to try it myself."

"Ah?" Jiang Ming looked back at him in amazement, "You don't touch the spring water with your fingers, and you take the little hairy kids to the night market because you don't cook, what made you interested in cooking?"

Fu Qiu clicked his tongue, "Damn, I suddenly want to taste what I made?"

"All right, all right," Jiang Ming stood up and walked out. The books were still spread out on the table, but he had to keep it natural. He could only hope that Fu Qiu wouldn't look there. After finishing what you make, at least don’t leave half of it behind.”

Fortunately, Fu Qiu didn't pay much attention to these things, and followed Jiang Ming out into the kitchen.

Only now did Jiang Ming realize that it wasn't an exaggeration that the protagonists in TV dramas who couldn't cook almost set the kitchen on fire...

"Wow! How the hell did this fire start up by itself?" Fu Qiu tried to use mana to control it.

Jiang Ming hurriedly took the lid of the pot and extinguished the fire in the pot, "You'd better drink your yogurt, ancestor."

"I'm not convinced!" Fu Qiu shouted, "Try again, I won't believe it!"

"How old is this?" Jiang Mingsheng looked at him unrequitedly, "If this continues, the pot will rot..."

"It's okay, if it's broken, I'll fix it for you," Fu Qiu rolled up his sleeves and wanted to step forward again, "If I don't finish it today, I won't be finished!"

"Save food for the country, grandpa," Jiang Ming dragged him out of the kitchen, "Why do you think you suddenly became interested in cooking?"

"Didn't you just tell me not to give up half of it?"

Jiang Ming gritted his teeth helplessly, "Are you listening to me like that? It's not your master Fu Qiu's style."

"Grass... the way to provoke generals," Fu Qiu looked at Jiang Ming with an extremely tangled expression