Dude, your wig fell off

Anhe’s biological clock is an independent system on weekdays and weekends. He wakes up at six o’clock on weekdays. If there is no special arrangement on weekends, his biological clock will be random. Sometimes he wakes up early in the morning, and sometimes he can sleep until the afternoon. One year, he took over a bad class that no one wanted. He was so busy every day that his biological clock would go on strike on weekends. He sometimes felt that he could sleep through two days of weekends in one sleep.

Today's biological clock was probably set at noon, so when the doorbell started singing at ten o'clock in the morning, An He threw the phone that rang in rhythm with the doorbell into the bathtub in a dream.

However, the phone was very tough, and it kept ringing in the bathtub until he was woken up violently.

When he opened the door, Na Chen was standing outside the door wearing a sports suit and holding a thermal lunch box in his hand. There was a wound on his left cheek, but he smiled beautifully.

"What's wrong with your face?" An He leaned on the door frame in a daze, staring at his face with some surprise.

"I had a hard workout early and fell a little bit, it's okay." Na Chen came over and hugged him and pushed the door, kicked the door shut with his leg.

"You exercised very hard early..." An He smiled, "I'll get dressed."

"No, no, no, no," Na Chen said in succession, hugging him without letting go, stroking him back and forth, "It's fine like this, I like it, I'll touch it for a while."

"Claw," An He was tickled by his touch, "What kind of crazy early in the morning?"

"It's ten o'clock, sir! Breakfast has turned into lunch and it's still early in the morning." Na Chen put the insulated lunch box on the table, and stared back at An He up and down, "Why didn't I think you were in such a good shape before?" ?”

"Your Uncle An has been diligent in exercising," An He turned and walked to the bedroom, "Did you bring it earlier?"

Na Chen didn't speak, just stood by the table and looked at An He.

An He just woke up, with only a pair of underwear on his body, and his shapely body dangled in front of his eyes without any hindrance. His body was a little hot, and there was no improvement after taking off his coat.

"Let me lick it." Na Chen followed An He into the bedroom.

"What?" An He was standing in front of the wardrobe looking for clothes, and was stunned when he heard this.

"Let me lick it," Na Chen leaned over, "Lick it."

"You did your exercise early, right?" An He reached out and touched his forehead, "Did the blood flow fill the brain out?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Na Chen put his arms around his waist and pulled him to the side of the bed, throwing him onto the bed, "Honestly let me lick it and it will be settled."

"I have a fart account with you to settle..." An He felt a little helpless and wanted to stand up.

"Get dressed first when you open the door for me next time," Na Chen threw himself on him, and licked his neck and chest several times, "or I'll fuck you right in the corridor."

"Get up," An He licked him so that he wanted to laugh, "I have a lot of business to do today."

"You do yours," Na Chen tapped his chest with the tip of his tongue, licked it all the way down, and tore off his panties, "I'll fuck mine."

"Your uncle!" An He was startled, and quickly pressed his shoulder and pushed back.

"Chen Bo hasn't gone down yet," Na Chen held him, and gently massaged him twice, "I'll do it while it's hot."

"Fuck," An He was made weak by his blow, and grabbed his wrist, "Why didn't I find out that you were seriously ill at that time!"

"Let's face it, you already found out that I'm seriously ill," Na Chen smiled, "Don't you want to?"

"I really didn't think about it," An He struggled to hide in the bed, but Chen's hand was pressing on his leg, which made him a little bit weak, "Really, can you not do this?"

"No," Na Chen answered very simply, pulled him to the edge of the bed, and knelt down on one knee beside the bed, "I won't give anyone face if I get strong."

"Fuck, you..." An He bent his legs helplessly, on the one hand he really didn't want to do it, on the other hand he couldn't stop being teased by Na Chen's hand under him, he was thinking about closing his eyes When he was still struggling, Na Chen touched his leg, and suddenly lowered his head to embrace him, An He's arm supported on the bed softened, and he fell on the bed, "Ah..."

Na Chen hesitated twice, raised his head and looked at him: "Would you like it?"

"Fuck, is there anyone like you!" An He raised his arm to cover his eyes, "Yes."

It was completely different from the feeling in the bathtub last time. Without the wrapping and cushioning of water, the pleasure brought by every touch and entanglement of Chen's lips and tongue on his sensitive parts clearly spread in the body, like a little bit of vine Crawl to every part of his body.

An He's breathing gradually became heavier, and the groan overflowed with the panting without concealment.

……

An He lay on the bed panting heavily, and Na Chen slowly lay on top of him, rubbing his legs lightly against his: "Master, is it cool?"

"Cool," An He tilted his head, the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains fell on his face, "Go and close the curtains."

"Why," Na Chen lay on him without moving, pinching his waist up and down, "It's nice to bask in the sun."

"Go and pull it, it's too bright." An He frowned and turned his face to the wall.

"It's suitable for you to live in a bunker, there are no windows." Na Chen got up and went to close the curtains, then came back and lay down on him.

"Do you want me to help you?" An He hugged him and asked softly in his ear.

"Hands or mouth." Na Chen licked his neck.

Anhe paused: "...hand."

"No need," Na Chen curled his lips and slid off his body, "I have hands myself."

"Hey," An He looked at him, "then you still have a mouth."

Na Chen opened the bedroom door and went out, and poked his head in after hearing this: "Is your mouth enough? Do you usually do it with your mouth?"

An He made him laugh, and sat up from the bed: "Why are you so lewd."

"When I'm done with myself, I say others are lascivious." Na Chen gave him a middle finger, turned and went to the living room.

An He didn't move, and sat by the bed for a long time before standing up and taking a shirt from the closet and putting it on.

When Chen was not in the living room, An He saw that the bathroom door was closed, walked over and knocked: "Daqi?"

"Huh?" There was a slight gasp in Na Chen's voice.

"What are you doing?" An He asked.

"The door is not closed, come in and see for yourself."

An He stood outside the bathroom door and didn't move. He didn't need to go in to see what Na Chen was doing. It really wasn't his style if Na Chen just peed inside.

An He hesitated for a few seconds and then pushed open the door.

He really couldn't accept doing this for someone he didn't know well, but Chen was not someone he didn't know well at that time, and besides, the relationship between the two of them now had a miraculous change.

"I'll help..." An He entered the bathroom, and stopped before finishing speaking.

Na Chen was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, took off his shirt, pulled his sweatpants with one hand, and was holding himself with the other.

An He had already vented, but such a scene was quite exciting to him, and Chen's beautiful waistline made his breathing tight.

"Come in to serve the people?" Nachen fiddled with his hands slowly, and looked back at him with a smile on his lips.

An He smiled: "The people have already started and I need to serve..."

"Need." Before he could finish speaking, Na Chen stretched out his hand and pulled his arm hard.

An He was staggered by him, and before he could stand still, Na Chen had already raised his leg and hooked it behind his knee, and An He knelt down in front of him without even having time to struggle.

Just about to stand up and curse, Nachen grabbed his hair and pulled down his pants with one hand: "Serve well, your teeth are about to touch the son of the people, and the people directly fucked you right here."

"You are sick." An He said helplessly to the son of the people.

"I know," Na Chen leaned towards his lips, "Give me a cure, or you won't be able to bear it if you go crazy."

An He didn't speak, but glanced up, and Na Chen was also looking down at him, his eyes were shining and domineering.

If it wasn't him who was kneeling here, An He felt that the scene was quite interesting, and the condescending Fan'er was quite sexy, and the film was quite lewd.

"Open your mouth," Na Chen pinched his face, his voice was a little hoarse, "I'm about to suffocate to death."

An He couldn't resist Na Chen's domineering and coquettish state, so he sighed softly, raised his hand to touch Na Chen's waist, and leaned over to hug him.

Na Chen's body tensed slightly, he supported the mirror with his hands, and tilted his head back, letting out a low moan.

The voice was very seductive, and it swept away the last bit of resistance in An He's heart. He gently kneaded his hands along Na Chen's waist, and touched his thigh. .

However, An He's technique is not too good, his teeth rubbed against the son of the people, Nachen frowned, and hid back: "Master, your oral sex is really bad..."

"There's so much nonsense," An He let go of him, "It's just this technology, if you don't like it, you can do it yourself."

"Happy," Na Chen put it into his mouth, panting, "Just don't bite."

An He wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked, so he could only continue to serve the people carefully.

When the service made his mouth feel a little sour, Nachen's body tensed up, and the hand behind his head pressed down. An He knew that it was almost done, and wanted to back away, but Nachen didn't give him a chance, and pressed He pushed himself in again.

The feeling of being pressed against his throat made An He feel a little uncomfortable, and he didn't intend to let Na Chen shoot in his mouth, so he backed away twice, and he snorted.

Nachen's hand suddenly tightened, grabbed his hair, and pushed it in hard.

fuck!

An He wanted to avoid it, and wanted to curse silently, so he had to carry it, so that the sons of the people's sons jumped into his mouth.

After Na Chen finally let go, An He stood up, turned on the faucet of the washbasin and rinsed his mouth.

"You want to beat me up?" Na Chen leaned on the mirror and smiled at him.

An He glanced back at him: "What."

"Do you not want me to cum in your mouth?" Na Chen took off his pants, stood under the nozzle and turned on hot water.

"It's all shot." An He pulled off the towel and washed his face.

"An He," Na Chen propped his hands against the wall and lowered his head towards the water, "I like you like this."

"What's it like?" An He retreated to the door and leaned against it.

"It's hard to say," Na Chen turned his head, pushed back the hair on his forehead, revealing his beautiful forehead, "I think you can bear me very much."

"That's right," An He smiled, "I'm a very lazy person, I usually bear it if I can bear it, and I'm too lazy to be angry with you."

"Isn't it because you like me?" Na Chen asked seriously.

An He glanced at him, but didn't answer right away. For him, the question of Na Chen could not be answered by opening his mouth. He couldn't say that he didn't like Na Chen, but he was still not sure what the state of his liking was. Why? How many.

Even if he knew what the answer Na Chen was expecting, he couldn't answer it along the way.

"I don't know," An He opened the bathroom door and walked out, "You wash first, and I'll find clothes for you."

"Don't want the jersey from last time, it's too stupid." Na Chen said.

"Aren't you just wearing sportswear today?" An He said with a smile, he likes wearing sportswear that day, it has a relaxing and comfortable feeling.

"Can it be the same, then I can be naked." Na Chen turned off the shower head, and walked out of the bathroom covered in water.

"Find it yourself," An He sat down beside the table in the living room, opened the insulated lunch box that Chen brought, a box of steamed dumplings, and a box of minced meat porridge, "You made it?"

"Well, I got up late today, and I don't have time to do complicated things, so let's make do." Nachen walked into the bedroom.

An He's closet was tidy, and Na Chen was not in a hurry to find clothes, but looked at An He's clothes one by one.

An He has quite a lot of shirts, but except for a few gray and black ones, almost all of them are white. Na Chen took out two white shirts to look at them, and shouted outside: "Did you just buy a dozen when you buy shirts?" Ah, the money is the same."

"Well, save trouble." An He replied while eating in the living room.

"Aren't you afraid that others will think that you haven't changed your clothes for half a month..." Na Chen clicked his tongue, hung the shirt back in the closet, took out a long-sleeved T-shirt, put it on, and took out a pair of pajama pants.

"It doesn't matter," An He smiled, "Have you found any clothes yet?"

Na Chen walked out of the bedroom and showed off his clothes: "Your T-shirt is fine."

"My college clothes."

"I still keep my college clothes," Na Chen was stunned, pulling his clothes, "It's not like things from more than ten years ago."

"I haven't been in college for more than ten years." An He put down his chopsticks, "Don't call me uncle, I didn't argue with you, so you really treat me like an uncle, okay?"

"Understood, Uncle An," Na Chen pulled the chair and sat opposite him, "Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's better than Sha County's. You can open a restaurant." An He squeezed a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

"It's boring. Cooking depends on my mood. If it becomes work, it will be boring." Na Chen smiled, "It's better to go to the crematorium."

An He looked at him, and asked after a while: "Are you really going?"

"Nonsense, where else can I go for this major? Cemeteries, crematoriums, funeral companies, and crematoriums are the best," Na Chen said easily, "I will go to practice in the second half of next year."

An He didn't say anything more. If it was someone else, the job in the crematorium would sound a little scary, and the benefits and benefits would be quite good, but Chen might not be suitable for the job at that time.

That Chen's purpose of choosing this profession and his mental state are not suitable.

But An He didn't say these words, and he didn't seem to have the position to dictate Na Chen's future work.

Na Chen didn't speak any more, just sat quietly opposite him and watched him eat.

The dumplings were quickly eaten up. While drinking the porridge, An He heard a somewhat familiar cell phone ringtone.

After listening for a few ears, he pointed to the bag that Chen threw on the sofa: "You have a phone."

Na Chen didn't move lazily, and when the phone stopped ringing, he slowly went over and took out the phone.

"Don't you all have a caller ID? Next time, check who it is, and then think about what this person might be looking for you," An He said while drinking porridge, "Sometimes thinking about how uncomfortable it is to answer the phone is better than If you don't answer the phone, you will be even more irritable. After answering the call, you can think about whether it makes you uncomfortable after answering the call. If..."

"I don't want to answer this person's call." Na Chen glanced at him.

"Is there a call you want to answer?"

"yours."

"I'll call you when I'm free." An He smiled.

"Yeah." Nachen sat on the sofa and clicked on the text message.

The call was from Lei Bo, and Nachen sent him a text message.

what's up?

Come to my house now, I bought you a present.