Xiao Lang Jing

I don't know if Xiaolangjing is a coquettish bitch, but he must get up earlier than Zhao Meng.When Zhao Mengzhuan woke up the next day, there was only a little bit of warmth left in the bed beside him. Following the scent, he walked into the living room and found that Xiao Langjing had already prepared a breakfast.The toast slices were fried until golden and crisp, and the warm sun egg was sprinkled with Zhao Meng's unnamed green powder. Xiao Langjing carefully pinned a lock of forehead hair behind her ear, and took out two spoonfuls of milky white powder from the aluminum cooking bowl. Spread the paste into the pan, and patiently choose the heat, before turning around and smiling at Zhao Meng, his eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"I only made a souffle once before, but it collapsed in the end. I don't know if it will work this time. Do you have any taboos?"

Zhao Meng hurriedly shook his head.He has never tried to make snacks by himself in a home pan, and he is not used to eating such a rich breakfast. He even seemed to be very awkward when he sat down, fearing that his discomfort would destroy the exquisite sense of ceremony in front of him.

Last night was good enough, but this morning was even better. Xiao Langjing's kindness and thoughtfulness gave him the urge to burn his chest and abdomen. He felt that he should at least act like a civilized person, brush his teeth before eating breakfast, and then speak honestly , to express your likes.

He suddenly thought of a detail.

"Are you going to use the bathroom later? Or have you already taken a shower?"

He knew that Xiao Langjing had the habit of getting up in the morning to take a shower, and even on sleepy overtime days, he maintained this unshakeable schedule.

Xiao Langjing put down a few clean white plates on the dining table, suddenly shy, and looked up at Zhao Meng mischievously.

"I'm waiting for you."

It was a curse-like word.Like an elf whispering to the pillow in the morning.When passing by Zhao Meng's side, Xiao Langjing gently took Zhao Meng's hands and lifted them up.

"You can watch me wash."

Zhao Meng's heart rate was out of sync for a moment.He had seen Xiaolang take a bath, the first time they spent the night together.It was a peek, but he liked it very much, and the other party knew it.

He didn't remember how he was brought into the bathroom. He only knew that while he was brushing his teeth, he could see a little bit of spring in the glass door behind him from the reflection in the mirror. The back line is fully exposed under the incandescent light, and the entire bathroom space is filled with a kind of ambiguity, mixed with three parts of the tension of being a thief, three parts of the shame of being overwhelmed by emotion, and three parts of the pleasure of enjoying it, plus a little Provocative, [-]% morning fun.

After taking a bath, Xiao Langjing looked like some kind of watery plant, fresh and slender, with wet hair attached to his slender neck, and his skin was overly pink due to the overheated water temperature. He flinched and folded his arms to hide. There is a pitiful fragility behind the crack of the glass door being pulled open.Zhao Meng straightened his back stiffly, looked back at him, and bumped into a pair of wet eyes.

"I forgot to take the towel." He tilted his head and told Zhao Meng, making it hard to tell whether it was intentional or not.

Zhao Meng felt that he might be a little out of control.Or maybe Xiaolangjing is really some kind of evil thing.When he curled up under his arms and obediently lowered his head to allow Zhao Meng to wipe his hair, those cold and sharp eyes and brows miraculously softened—he was even more weak than the first night Thin and soft things, close to the gap of the atrium, arouse sympathy.Before Zhao Meng realized it, he had already leaned down, and couldn't help getting close to the other's earlobe with water droplets. Xiao Langjing closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and raised his neck, naturally catering to that intimate gesture.Zhao Meng's lips touched the other's warm skin, and it seemed as if he could feel the lively and warm pulse under the carotid artery under his lips and teeth.

The hand on the back of Xiao Langjing's head tightened suddenly, and he wanted to kiss him.

But Xiaolangjing pushed him away.

"Something is ringing, it's the phone." He paused for a while, frowned and said, the provocative color in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the obvious impatience that was suddenly disturbed.At that moment, the illusion of gentleness that made Zhao Meng lose his mind disappeared without a trace. Xiao Langjing took off the bath towel, sighed, and directly opened the bathroom door.

Zhao Meng was dumbfounded, he followed out, watching Xiao Langjing casually put on a piece of clothing, and picked up the sharp-ringing mobile phone from the coffee table.

"How many times have I said that it is impossible to adjust the progress of the project due to the difficulties of one or two people or one or two departments...I prefer subordinates who don't need me to waste energy repeating...I hope you understand what I said last night The email I sent in the past is my final attitude, don’t think that if you change someone to intercede, there will be a different result.”

Xiao Langjing, who was talking on the phone, looked very serious. He spoke fast and had a firm attitude. While talking on the phone, he walked quickly around the house, grabbed a woolen blanket and wiped off the remaining moisture on his body, and cleaned the kitchen in twos and twos. The remaining dishes were pushed into the sink, and he leaned halfway on the dining table, drank the milk in the glass in one gulp, then forked a piece of toast into his mouth.

The call that ruined the atmosphere lasted about 10 minutes, and Zhao Mengli tried hard to remember on the spot—he couldn't even remember when Xiao Langjing sent an email in front of him last night. He thought they were just having fun last night, being lusted It's full, and Xiaolangjing is just a little thing in his arms who can't resist the attack of pleasure, needs his care, needs his love.

Until just now, he had a similar illusion.

But all of those don't belong to a full-bodied real person.And the person in front of him who switched states quickly and returned to reality in an instant was not Xiaolangjing, he was Song Qiran.

Zhao Meng understood.He always thought that it was the charming contrast of Song Qiran that made him lose his composure, and fell into easy indulgence and illusion, but in fact, Song Qiran could clearly distinguish the difference between the two states from the beginning to the end, and he was the only one who couldn't figure it out. Own.

Song Qiran hung up the phone, and turned his gaze back to Zhao Meng's face. He enjoyed this tall and resolute man very much. He could always help him release all the accumulated pressure easily, and he had just the right physical relationship with him. Fit, he can't wait to get back to business.

Zhao Meng saw the cute smile appearing on Song Qiran's face again. He was pushed into the dining room and sat at the table with his shoulders pressed. Instead of sitting on a chair, he sat on the corner of the dining table closest to Zhao Meng, with one leg dangling in the air, bent down, and leaned over like a kitten.

That was an obvious enough invitation.He wanted to continue the unfulfilled kiss just now.

But Zhao Meng moved back, he didn't let himself show any sign of rejection or embarrassment, just like a calm senior man, he wiped the corner of Song Qiran's mouth with his fingers.There were a few golden-yellow crumbs hanging there.

Song Qiran stopped his movements, and reflected for a while on the meaning of the finger brushing against his lips. He was a little disappointed and compromised, and finally shrugged, showing a mischievous smile of "Okay, this is not bad", stretched out With his tongue, he licked the corner of his lips where Zhao Meng stroked.