When a scumbag and a scumbag become the same table

After staying in the warehouse for a week, Hua Meng lived very well.

Except for food.

Yang Fan doesn't know how to cook, so he cooks instant noodles in a small pot every day, and tries to brainwash Hua Meng.

"I bought [-] flavors of instant noodles, which are nutritious and convenient."

Let your mother fart!

Hua Meng asked Yang Fan to buy a proper pot, added all the seasonings, and started cooking braised pork every day.

Later, when he got tired of braised pork, Hua Meng began to study the menu.

Fearing that he could not read, Yang Fan bought him many books with pictures.

It wasn't until I heard Hua Meng speak the dialogue fluently while watching a movie that I realized that I was the one who was illiterate.

He added many books to Huameng.

As for Hua Meng, his literacy and English are all for work and Xu Changmao, and he doesn't read books at all.

After kicking Yang Fan who was busy cleaning up the dishes, Hua Meng leaned on the sofa like an old man and said, "Buy me some *CDs to watch."

Yang Fan moved away all the communication tools, leaving only a broken computer without Internet connection, so that Hua Meng can play Solitaire to relieve his boredom.

Play shit!

Hua Meng has never used it, and has been studying the dishes for a week.

After the end, Hua Meng felt even more boring. Looking at the broken computer, he remembered that there was also a function for playing discs.

Anyway, idle is idle, it is better to relax.

Yang Fan hesitated: "Brother Meng, this hurts your body, you better stop watching."

Hua Meng kicked his ass: "This is what men need, do you understand? Haven't you seen it?"

Yang Fan: "..."

"Are you still a man, do you usually have no needs??" Hua Meng was startled.

Yang Fan: "My need is to beat the enemy down in the ring."

Yang Fan looked at the arena in the middle of the living room with a self-impressed face. The shell of the sandbag had been torn, which was the result of his daily sweating.

Hua Meng snorted: "That's because you're too naive and didn't think about it. After you experience it once, you'll see whether sandbags are more important or women are more important."

Yang Fan looked dissatisfied, but still didn't say anything, and went to the kitchen with the dirty dishes.

Hua Meng shouted over there: "Don't forget, buy me some discs! Ha!"

"Understood." There was a delayed reply from the kitchen.

Hua Meng lay back on the sofa again, and lived like an old man.

Enjoying here, Hua Meng didn't have it at all, he was always thinking about Xu Changmao outside.

After all, he was going to face Nan Wuxing alone.

Hua Meng regretted it very much, he wished he hadn't brought Xu Changmao back to China.

With a sigh, Hua Meng lost all mood to watch TV.

The next day, Yang Fan bought a few dishes, but he didn't have the nerve to tell Hua Meng that he threw them on the coffee table and went outside to work.

After six o'clock in the evening, when I came back, there was a different smell in the whole room.

Especially in Yang Fan's front bedroom, through the gap of the half-closed door, there was a muffled...

Yang Fan didn't want to think about that, and thought, Hua Meng is a decent person anyway, so that's not the case.

When he tentatively opened the door with one finger, Yang Fan was startled.

Hua Meng sat in front of the computer, his lower body had already taken off his clothes, and his upper body shirt was open, revealing his strong abdominal muscles.

And his hands...&￥...&%&*...

Head raised, eyes closed, rhythmic**

The whole room is filled with the smell of male hormones.

Yang Fan's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he clearly repelled him, but he couldn't take his eyes off Hua Meng, and even hummed in a low voice, feeling hot.

Hua Meng had heard the sound of the door opening a long time ago, ignored it, and took the last step comfortably.

Taking a long breath, Hua Meng opened his sleeve-length eyes and glanced at Yang Fan who was standing in the doorway.

But Yang Fan has not realized that he has...

Hua Meng hooked the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the bottom of Yang Fan with his muddy fingers: "You have changed."

"Ah!" Yang Fan looked down, it was so fucking obvious.

Yang Fan quickly covered it and turned back.

"So you like men." Hua Meng whispered from behind.

"No!" Yang Fan explained in a panic.

The moment he turned around, Hua Meng got up from his seat and walked towards Yang Fan.

The bare lower body is just so brightly placed outside.

Just finished having a good time... half upturned, so big that Yang Fan was dumbfounded, forgetting to look away.

"I don't have any requirements for the other half, as long as it feels good. Let's try it?" Hua Meng issued a fatal temptation to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan had never had sex before, and he didn't know what prompted him to close the door and walk over to Huameng.

Hua Meng smiled brightly, and opened his arms to welcome Yang Fan.

Yang Fan is a dedicated thug. He may have learned a lot of skills in school, but he has never learned it. The strongest way to beat an opponent is to use unscrupulous means.

The hormones in the room became stronger, and the night was very happy.

Hua Meng admitted that he was also happy.

The valley owed by Xu Changmao was distributed to Yangfan.

The difference is that Yang Fan is a strong man, sleeping with him is like fighting, devouring each other in the collision.