Three smiles

Mu Xixi is worthy of being the grandson of a gold medal chef, with excellent cooking skills. In order to claim credit in front of Wang Sanxiao, he specially cooked some Suzhou dishes, especially the crab powder tofu soup, which was steamed with fresh boy crabs and peeled. The crab meat and crab roe are stewed together, then add tender tofu, thicken with cornstarch, and serve in a sweet white glazed disc. The tender yellow soup is like golden jade, and the fresh and soft crab powder and tofu are blended together. Every bite is a double feast for taste and vision.

Wang San smiled and moved his index finger, full of praise: "You boy..." He savored it carefully, his mouth was as fresh and refreshing as an explosion, and he gave a thumbs up, "You boy has a bright future!"

Mu Xixi laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and dragged the squirrel mandarin fish in front of him: "And this one, I've learned it for a long time, it's very troublesome to make a shape, brother Xiao, try it."

Wang San smiled and picked up a piece of fish meat. It was crispy, sour and sweet, and the soup was rich. He couldn't help but take another bite, and praised: "Don't go to school, come and cook for me. You can cook as much as you want!"

"I don't want money," Mu Xixi's eyes lit up, and he lay on the table and poured Wang Sanxiao a glass of wine. "I'll always follow you and cook for you every day. I can also cook Sichuan, Cantonese and Shandong cuisine."

Wang Sanxiao took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes slightly, imagined the happy life of eating a full banquet every day, and immediately smiled, he was so happy that he was about to fly: "Okay! That's it! I'm going to take my employer to pick one up tomorrow." Old Zhaizi, let's go and learn together."

"Okay!"

Mu Xixi is a small cook with full cooking skills, and Wang Sanxiao is a big foodie with a strong root. The two met each other very late, and immediately adjusted the oil with honey, and ate a meal for more than two hours.

After dinner, Wang Sanxiao strolled to the living room with a cane in hand, lying on the big sofa while watching a movie while eating snacks to gain weight, Mu Xixi went in and out like a hardworking little mouse to clean up the dining room and kitchen.

After tidying up the room, Mu Xixi walked to the sofa in the living room, twisted his fingers and smiled obsequiously: "Brother Xiao, don't leave tonight, stay with me."

Wang Sanxiao was holding a bottle of beer and was about to drink it. Hearing this, he put down the bottle and said with a smile, "Are you still afraid when you sleep at night?"

"Yes," Mu Xixi said sincerely, "I'm afraid of the dark, and I'm also afraid of ghosts." Seeing that Wang Sanxiao still had a half-smile on his face, he became ruthless, leaned over and threw himself on him, hugging him. His arm whispered, "The most important thing is that I'm afraid of being alone, Brother Xiao, my parents have been abroad all the time, although Grandpa Seven is kind to me, but he's so busy with work, no one is usually with me..."

The young and gentle voice is like the clear water, white bridge, light smoke and drizzle in June in the south of the Yangtze River, Wang Sanxiao couldn't help but feel soft, and raised his hand to stroke his hair: "Do you still want Brother Xiao to warm your bed? "

Mu Xixi sticks out his tongue like a puppy whose head is being touched by its owner: "It's summer now, so you don't have to warm the bed."

Wang Sanxiao slapped him lightly, and pushed his face away: "Young man, you're pretty good at being nice when you get a bargain."

Mu Xixi stuck to it persistently, his little face was flushed, his eyes were shining brightly under the crystal lamp, he leaned close to Wang Sanxiao's face, and said with a smile, "Hey, Brother Xiao, don't like my Seventh Grandpa anymore, consider Hit me."

Wang Sanxiao lazily raised his eyelids to glance at him, and said with a sneer, "You're the only one? If you follow me, I can only be zero."

"I don't care," Mu Xixi beamed, "I think I'm in good shape, but I can be 1 or 0."

Wang Sanxiao raised her hand and gestured to the TV: "Then what do you think of her figure?"

In the doomsday version of gunpowder smoke on the screen, the widow sister was rolling and jumping in tight black clothes. Mu Xixi stared at her big breasts for a long time, and told Wang Sanxiao seriously: "Sexy!"

Wang San smiled and slapped him off the sofa: "Then you idiot still like me?"

Mu Xixi got up and rushed towards him: "Can't I be bisexual? I think she's sexy, so I can't like you? My seventh grandpa is married to Miss Yang!"

"Yeah, that idiot Wei Cong can still marry a woman." Wang Sanxiao lay on his back on the sofa, raised his hand to block Mu Xixi who was rushing towards him, and ordered, "Don't make trouble, just stand here and do a striptease for me."

"Okay!" Mu Xixi got up, pulled the little T-shirt on his body, and began to twist his waist coquettishly, "Come on, accompanist, music!"

Wang Sanxiao slapped his hands to beat the beat, and hummed: "The big girl is so beautiful~~The big girl walked into the green gauze tent~~I looked east~I looked west~Why don't you see my brother? I am Dilang~~~"

Mu Xixi stepped on the beat and twisted harder, twisting his waist and winking wildly.

Wang San smiled and patted the sofa and laughed.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Mu Xixi ignored it, twisting so that his whole body was trembling, Wang Sanxiao picked up a lychee and threw it over: "Someone is ringing the doorbell, open the door!"

Mu Xixi jumped up and grabbed the lychee, turned his tongue nimbly, spit out a whole lychee skin, walked to the entrance with shaking buttocks, opened the door, and stared at Wei Cong outside the door.

Two seconds later, he slammed the door shut and turned back to the living room with a calm face.

Wang San smiled and saw that he came back calmly, and was surprised: "Who is it?"

"The courier has gone to the wrong door."

As soon as the words fell, the door rang by itself, and then Wei Cong walked in with a dark face.

Wang Sanxiao was taken aback, sat up straight, looked at Wei Cong, then at Mu Xixi, and clicked his tongue: "My dear, this is the courier you mentioned? He is quite handsome, very handsome. It looks like a domineering president."

Wei Cong gave Mu Xixi a sideways look, and said calmly, "That's right, I'm the one delivering the courier."

Sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa, Mu Xixi put his head on Wang Sanxiao's knee drunkenly, looked back at Wei Cong and said with a smile, "What kind of express are you delivering? Shanxi old vinegar?"

Wei Cong was annoyed by him, and casually sat on the single sofa next to him, tugged on his tie, and said lazily, "Stop rambling, go and squeeze me a glass of juice to soothe my hangover."

"Don't you know how to use a juicer? Tell me to work as soon as you come here!" Mu Xixi got up and walked into the kitchen depressed, thinking, "You still have to ring the doorbell when you have the key..."

There were only two people left in the living room. Wang Sanxiao leaned his arms on the armrest of the sofa and supported his drunken head. He raised his eyelids and looked at him with a smile: "What's the matter with the grandpa and grandson? Isn't it a gangster? Why don't you see each other after a month?" Turned against each other?"

"Adolescent children have weird tempers, don't worry about him," Wei Cong confidently pushed all the faults on his grandson, looked at the man across from him, and frowned slightly, "Why are you drinking?"

"Boss Wei really has no position when he says this," Wang San smiled, "At least he should sober himself up before talking."

Wei Cong smiled wryly: "I just got out of the wine shop, thinking that after Xixi finished the college entrance examination, I came to take a look, but I didn't expect you to be here. Besides, I only drank a few glasses of red wine, and I can't even say I'm drunk. Look at your state. I just drank a lot, Xi Xi is too ignorant."

Wang Sanxiao raised his hand and grabbed the wine bottle from the coffee table, raised his face and took two sips, and laughed: "You know my drinking capacity, three more Mu Xixis won't make me drunk."

His eyes were drunk and blurred, his lacquer-like pupils glowed with radiant water under the light, which made Wei Cong obsessed with watching. When they met again, Wang Sanxiao was always calm and easy-going, never showing such drunk and romantic.

He couldn't help getting up, stepped in front of him, knelt down on one knee in front of the sofa, pressed his knee with both hands, raised his head, Wang Sanxiao raised his hand and grabbed his hair.

The endless noisy fights were still playing on the TV, the sound of the juicer roaring from the kitchen, the two sat and knelt, looked at each other in this quiet space, without saying a word, In the eyes are resentment and cruelty, longing and unwillingness, sadness and despair...

A moment later, Wei Cong straightened his upper body suddenly, raised his face and kissed Wang Sanxiao's lips, the warm tip of his tongue touched the softness, and all the dusty memories were revived in an instant. It made him tremble all over, and his blood vessels almost burst with excitement.

The fire-like passion burned instantly, Wang Sanxiao clasped the back of his head with both hands suddenly, and dragged him to the sofa, the two rolled off the sofa kissing each other, lying on the carpet desperately longing for each other.

After the kiss was over, Wei Cong's lower lip was bitten open, and bright red blood oozed out. He held Wang Sanxiao's face in his heart and soul, looked at his own reflection in his eyes, and whispered: "Come back, Sanxiao , come back to me."

Wang Sanxiao was short of breath, he looked at Wei Cong fixedly, and shook his head slowly but firmly.

Wei Cong's heart sank quickly.

But Wang Sanxiao hugged him violently, and kissed his lips again, the two knelt on the carpet entangled, kissing each other confusedly, both had trembling longing for each other's bodies.

After a while, Wang Sanxiao suddenly pushed him away, giggled and said, "Wei Cong, there has never been anyone who tastes better than me, right?"

Wei Cong hugged him, kissed his neck, and murmured: "No one can compare, Sanxiao, you are unique, your mouth, your skin, your body... I dream of you all the time." taste……"

"I don't want to love you anymore," Wang Sanxiao's deep voice didn't have the slightest bit of charm, but it seemed that there was some kind of magical power that could shake Wei Cong's heart and soul. He penetrated his fingers into his shirt and stroked Wei Cong's chest muscles, and said with a soft smile, "But I like your body very much."

Wei Cong froze suddenly, he looked over in disbelief, and said tremblingly, "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Wang San smiled with a hunter-like smirk on his lips, "It seems that Mr. Wei is not very flattering?"

Wei Cong shook his head in pain: "You know what I want is not this."

"It's up to you what you want," Wang Sanxiao pushed him away, grabbed the crutches and moved to the sofa, leaned against the pillow, lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of blue smoke , laughed, "You can't control what I want to give you."

Looking at his calm smiling face, Wei Cong felt a slow twitching pain in his heart like a blunt knife cutting through flesh. He said urgently: "I know you hate me for lying to you back then. I regret it very much now. Why did I pretend to be smart back then."

"Yeah," Wang San said with a cool smile, "Why did you pretend to be smart back then? You really thought you could hide it from me? About marriage, you can hide it from me for a day, can you hide it from me for a lifetime? ?”

"I know I can't hide it, and I didn't want to hide it from you for the rest of my life," Wei Cong said in a deep voice, "I thought that as long as I kept it from that time, I wouldn't have to be afraid of rumors about being gay or not, or about homosexuality and heterosexuality. When I am in power, no one can threaten me with anything, and we can appear in the sun openly, but I never thought that you would get the news, those photos..."

"Those intimate photos are synthetic, I know," Wang San said with a blank smile, "but your marriage is real."

Wei Cong sighed, "I'm sorry."

"I've heard enough of your excuses," Wang San smiled, took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled one round smoke ring after another, and said softly, "Speaking of which, that Miss Yang is quite beautiful, she is the daughter of the Baichuan Yang family? "

Wei Cong didn't expect that he would suddenly jump on Miss Yang, smiled wryly, and nodded: "Yes."

"You said last time that she has a child?" Wang Sanxiao thought for a moment, "I don't seem to have heard of her wedding. The Yang family has a son and a daughter who are all elderly young people. If there is a happy news someday, Mr. Yang will not be happy Loud enough for the whole world to know?"

"Her... the situation is quite special," Wei Cong said vaguely, "The child's matter is a secret, and even the Yang family doesn't know about it."

Wang San smiled and nodded, "The scandal of the wealthy family, hey, you are too wronged to wear this green hat."

Wei Cong smiled and said, "I don't really care about that."

When Mu Xixi walked into the living room with a tea tray, he saw Wang Sanxiao slumped on the couch, and Wei Cong sitting on the single sofa opposite him. The returned South Red Rough Stone.

"Brother Xiao, drink some juice." Mu Xixi smiled and handed a glass of exotic juice to Wang Sanxiao, and then gave a glass mixed with a lot of pomace to Wei Cong, with a nasty voice, "Your juice..."

The sound came to an abrupt end, and he saw that Wei Cong's lip was broken, and turned to look at Wang Sanxiao suspiciously, only to see him take a sip of fruit juice calmly, raised his hand and knocked on his tea tray, and praised: "It's made of chicken wenge, good stuff, it looks old."

"I bought this at Liulichang," Mu Xixi smiled smugly, "It only cost 80 yuan."

"Oh, I picked up a big leak," Wang San smiled and praised, "It's not easy to pick up leaks in the antique market now, you boy, you have a bit of luck."

Mu Xixi glanced at Wei Cong who was looking at them with a smile, and hummed: "I haven't picked up the real leak yet. There's a shabby settlement that's so tightly blocked!"

"Since you have the owner, what are you thinking about?" Wei Cong picked up the juice very gracefully, took a sip gracefully, then hissed suddenly, licked his lower lip, and smiled at the two of them, "Tsk... I The wound on the lip is quite painful after being stained with kiwi juice."

Mu Xixi asked frightenedly, "Your injury..."

"There is a rose," Wei Cong said with a smile, "it bloomed gracefully and coquettishly. I couldn't hold it back for a while, but my mouth was bloodied."

Mu Xixi didn't understand his messy references, but he instinctively thought it was not a good word, so he said in a perfunctory manner: "Oh, what a rose with thorns."

"Oh, roses," Wang Sanxiao followed suit, looked at Wei Cong expressionlessly, and said softly, "Why didn't I stab you to death?"