Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Pang Yi was hugged tightly by him, and after entering the room for a while, the slight chill brought by the young man's return from the night had dissipated, and the warm skin rubbed against his neck, making him even warmer.

However, the thing that bothered Uncle Pang the most was——

"Are you not thin, but are you growing stronger again?" In order to confirm this fact, Pang Yi stretched out his palm, and slowly moved down Song Feile's back to the waistline. The muscle line was tight, compared to the first time the two of them last year. There is more explosive power when they meet.

Song Feile let him touch his waist, but narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched his other palm with pleasure, stroked the fingertips, and said with emotion, "Pang Yi, you seem to have lost weight."

During the tossing period of dating with him, Song Feile's mother has grown up?Are you fucking skinny?Forgive Uncle Pang is no longer sour, but bubbling sour.Doesn't that mean that Song Feile is not affected by the fact that he is more uncomfortable?

Uncle Pang's heart was a little burning, but he could still control his expression.

"Hmph. It's good to be young." After much tossing, Uncle Pang finally said this sourly while feeling angry.After finishing speaking, he pushed him away with the palm of his hand, suppressed the slightly uncontrollable heartbeat, and continued to ask, "When did you come here?"

In fact, this is a bit superfluous, Song Feile has already said it when he entered the door, and he can know it with his toes. It is really a sleepless rhythm to travel from the other side of the earth to this icy and snowy mountain in such a short time.

But Song Feile didn't mind him like that, anyway, Pang Yi's push couldn't move him, he just pulled the hand closer, and Pang Yi was forced to lean forward on the bed.

"You said you missed me, and I'll come. As long as you miss me from now on, I'll be by your side." Song Feile wasn't in a hurry, his light brown eyes shone like glass in the night.

Pang Yi's teeth were agitated by his words, if it was someone else who would surrender in minutes, luckily it was him.

"Okay, let me go first, my hand hurts." Pang Yi couldn't bear it, he had lived here in the ice and snow for a few days, and this position was too close to Song Feile at this moment.

Song Feile just smiled, sat up straight, seemed to see through his thoughts, and moved a little away from him.

After the body pulled away, there was a cold air approaching, and Pang Yi was suddenly cold, so he had to shrink back under the quilt to resist the sudden discomfort.Pang Yi pretended to cough, cleared his throat, and under Song Feile's smiling gaze, he explained a little why he came to Heshan.

"I passed by here on a business trip, so I just came to take a look."

"I know."

"I didn't expect to meet your master, what a coincidence."

"I know."

"Now I'm your uncle, and you know that."

"I know."

"It's all like this, don't get me wrong."

"I know."

"..." Pang Yi felt that Song Feile was a bit tricky tonight.

After holding back for a long time, Pang Yi couldn't hold back the words. He sorted out his sentences and continued, "Don't come over and kiss me every now and then. Mom sees how bad it is."

"I see." Song Feile drooped his eyelashes, his figure looked unusually sparse under the moonlight, and Pang Yi took a closer look and found that there were indeed dark circles under his eyes.

For a while, Pang Yi felt a little distressed. Back then, whenever Song Feile was sad, Uncle Pang hurt more than cutting his own flesh. Although the situation has subsided now, seeing the other party like this, Pang Yi stroked his chest and felt that he was still a little uncomfortable. better off.

He scolded himself, this is a disease that needs to be treated in depth, Pang Yi would not see any beautiful things broken.

Song Feile seemed determined to be a daughter-in-law, except for the sentence "I know", there was nothing to say.Pang Yi was so bored by the atmosphere, he held back and held back, and then he said, "Go and get me a cup of hot water."

Having said so much, he hasn't had a drink of water yet. He is now a legitimate elder, and it's not too much to instruct Young Master Song to pour a glass of water.

Song Feile flew halfway around the world, and now he is doing well. He poured a large basin of cold water on him, and was ordered to serve tea and water. Although it is a bit inhumane, but Uncle Pang just thinks that the other party is healthy and strong, while he is getting thinner After comparing this fact, I immediately benefited from it with peace of mind.

snort.Young is good!

He didn't expect Song Feile to really pour water, he just took it to ease the atmosphere that was about to explode, but he didn't expect Song Feile to actually get up and go to the kitchen outside to pour water for him.Pang Yi looked at the tall figure and didn't know what to say for a while.

Within a few minutes, Song Feile came back, holding a water glass in his left hand, and locked the door with his right.Pang Yi looked at the steaming water cup in his hand, and felt that he was really thirsty.

Holding down the elder's score, Pang Yi waited for Song Feile to hand him the water glass.

Waited for a long time...

But Song Feile didn't look at him at all, just put the water glass on the table, stretched his slender arms, took off his coat, and threw it on the chair.There was a fire burning in the room, and it was quite warm. After doing all this, Song Feile picked up the cup again under the light of the flickering fire.

Pang Yi sat up from the bed, put his coat on his body, and stretched out his hand to respond, but......

However, Song Feile poured hot water straight down his throat, and his beautifully shaped lips were even stained with dripping water.

Of course, Uncle Pang lost his temper, you wouldn't fucking ask you to pour a glass of water, and you and I were still talking about your fucking shit! ! !

Before he could get angry, his mouth was kissed, and hot and steaming water was poured down his throat, directly heating to his chest. Pang Yi was caught off guard and had to cough and cough. swallowed the hot water.

Song Feile stroked his neck like stroking porcelain, her hot lips hovered over Pang Yi's lips, her dexterous tongue swept across his mouth, and finally rolled the tongue and sucked, which made Pang Yi tremble immediately.

"Hmm..." Pang Yi made a breathless sound in shock.

"Are you comfortable?" Song Feile asked him.

"You!" Pang Yi stretched out his right index finger and pointed at him, saying what he said before he dared to be in vain.

Then his right hand was held and pressed behind his back. Pang Yi was upset, and pointed at him with his left index finger, "I am your uncle." Now this sentence is the most intimidating.

Then the index finger of his left hand was also pressed down, and it was pressed behind him. This unfavorable posture made Pang Yi startled, "Song Feile, what do you mean?!"

"Pang Yi..." Song Feile leaned over and pressed him on the head of the bed. The conditions in the mountains are so hard, the bed is so hard, such a pressure made his back hurt, and the hot breath tickled his ears.

Song Feile murmured ambiguously against his ear, "I long for you so much, my whole body is about to break down." After speaking, he raised his eyelids, gave him a wicked smile, then licked his lower lip, and finally slid Seeing his constantly rolling Adam's apple, with longing lust, he bites carefully.

"Oh... I want to fuck you crazily!" This longing made him feel hot all over, and he kept thinking about Pang Yi's angrily bearing from the moment he got on the plane.

Then, to prove something, Song Feile pushed Pang Yi again. Even through his clothes, Pang Yi could feel the hardness and pulsation of that frenzy.

However, Pang Yi was stunned by this shameless act.

Poor Nike, rich Adi, rogue Armani.

As an old hooligan who molested countless younger brothers, Pang Yi felt for the first time that Song Feile's hooliganism was worse than him.You know, when he was playing hooligans back then, he just squeezed Song Feile's little hand and pulled it to his neck, collarbone, and chest muscles, doing enlightenment work honestly and seductively.

But Song Feile, a rascal, is not good at applying what he has learned. At this moment, he is very uncomfortable with using his hands and feet to suppress him. Before Pang Yi continued to get angry, his lip was bitten, and Pang Yi stared angrily at him in pain.

"Three seconds, get off me! I'll only say the truth once, I'm your uncle!"

Song Feile stared at him and smiled. The moonlight flooded the room through the window. Like a fallen angel, he uttered a sweet temptation in Pang Yi's ear, "Pang Yi, please satisfy me once? After tonight, I will I will never bother you again."

It's quite plausible to believe that Pang Yi is an idiot!

"Three seconds! Get out of here!!! Are you still shameless??!!!!" Pang Yi was furious, staring at him, struggling frantically, trying to get up from the bed.

Song Feile quickly bent one leg, suppressing him with overwhelming force, staring at his eyes that were about to burst into flames, and then smiled impulsively, "Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid I'll be rough, you Knowing that thanks to you, the sexual violence factor in my body is always extremely active when facing you."

Each of them is vying for absolute control over you, wanting to see a vulnerable face of surrender.

This kind of forced vulnerability will make me so excited that I can't help asking for more from you.

After speaking, Song Feile skillfully unbuttoned Pang Yi with his teeth, then brushed his wet tongue over his chest muscles, and added, "Besides, I'm shameless, as long as you are enough."

Song Feile's bluntness made Pang Yi's old face hot, like boiling water rolling on it.He was attacked and plundered without paying attention, and retreated thousands of miles away. The fierce stroking brought the unique enthusiasm of young people, which made him feel that the young man covering his body was a wild beast with gorgeous fur, fierce and extremely aggressive.

Between temptation and ups and downs, he panted and managed to squeeze out a broken sentence, "Ah... you... Mom... go out..."

In exchange for more in-depth possession and plunder.

His eyes were completely white, and Pang Yi was forced to adjust his posture.

This time was different from any other time in the past. Whether he took the initiative or Song Feile took the initiative, the pleasure was the pleasure, the submission of the body.

But this time, although the two of them didn't say anything, there was only one indulgence in the teasing and confrontation. Maybe when he wakes up tomorrow, everything will return to the original point, and he will even have a physiological self-loathing towards himself .

However, Song Feile's words are the temptation of the devil, is it really a good word just this time?

Satisfy this long torture of love, and find the joint point of soul and body for each other's countless nights of emptiness.

Once the indulgent thinking is formed, it is like the mouth of a dike, Pang Yi is constantly struggling and enduring in this kind of immoral crushing, his brain is boiling, and it is extremely hot, until Song Feile's lips cover his trembling lips again, He tore it patiently bit by bit, bringing out an unprecedented frenzied throbbing.

"No..." His reason came back to him in an instant, and Pang Yi showed a clearly sober expression in shock.

Song Feile quickly stuck to his ear, "Pang Yi, I love you, forgive me for not saying this, but no one in the world makes me do this willingly."

Uncle Pang was struggling in a mess, and when he was provoked by these words, he instantly...disarmed...

This scene made Song Feile's blood rush straight to his forehead. After being pressed once, being held up once, and once with one leg lifted on the table...

Pang Yi finally gathered his strength and was furious, pulling Song Feile's hair and shouting loudly, "You're fucking endless!! How old am I?! How old are you???!!!" This is to toss him to death. bone?

Taking a deep breath, Uncle Pang continued to rage:

"You fucking liar, you love me so much, why don't you lie down and put me on right now!!??"

Song Feile pondered for a while after listening, and after pinching his waist, he actually lay down seductively, then stroked Uncle Pang's son, and said narrowly, "OK, let me show you some prestige, come here."

Pang Yi was so excited that his blood pulsed up instantly, and he rushed forward immediately, before he could move, he felt his whole waist was sore and limp, not to mention moving, he was amazing if he could stand up.

Realizing this, Uncle Pang's expression instantly looked like an overturned palette, with five colors changing, not to mention how exciting it is.

Song Feile blinked slyly, "Come here."

Uncle Pang stared at him resentfully. He was getting older...too many times he was tossed by his little boyfriend...for the time being...for the time being his waist is bad...

With a smile on the corner of Song Feile's mouth, he got up and pressed him down, "Look, I promised you."

Uncle Pang's face turned pale with anger, and he no longer believed in liars!

Young lovers, they are all fucking liars! !