Dude, your wig fell off

Nachen's fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and when his hand was slid into his trousers along his waist, An He held his hand down.

"Wait," An He could hear slight gasps in his voice, "I really have a lot to do today."

That Chen's hand that was held down by him didn't move anymore, the other hand reached down, and gently grabbed it through the trousers: "Are you afraid that I will toss for too long? Don't worry... I can save the foreplay. "

That Chen's lowered voice was very sexy, sweeping from the ears into the body, with a slight itchiness.

"I want to say again..." Angel pulled his hand away, and leaned back with some difficulty, "Wouldn't you give anyone face if you got up?"

"Yeah." Nachen smiled.

"Why do you come up so easily?" An He looked at him.

"Because of you," Na Chen lowered his head against his neck, his voice was as low as a whisper, "I thought when I saw you, I don't know why."

"Can you watch me after I finish my work?" An He was a little helpless, "Your Uncle An played a game early in the morning, and now you have to work..."

"Master," Nachen rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on his neck, "Why are you dying before you reach 30, and you can't last twice a day?"

"Damn," An He smiled, "I said I don't want to eat this, so what if Uncle An just can't do it."

"If you can't do it, I can do it." There was a hint of coquettishness in Na Chen's voice.

"Little friend," An He sat up straight. He couldn't bear Na Chen's tone. He put his arms around Na Chen's waist with one hand, and pushed the monitor and keyboard on the computer desk to the side with the other. It may not be enough to hook the uncle up."

"Master, get rid of me quickly, please." Na Chen licked his collarbone.

An He didn't speak, and suddenly stood up with his arms around Na Chen's waist. Before Na Chen could react, he had already slammed Na Chen onto the table and grabbed his trouser waist.

"Little thing," An He put his hand on Na Chen's chest, "Master An will play with you."

Na Chen paused, his arms quickly wrapped around his neck, his body bowed upwards, and moaned: "Okay..."

With the wrong fingers, An He unbuttoned Nachen's jeans, and pulled them down onto his thighs.

"Fuck," Na Chen was stunned, and looked down, "Master An, you are a veteran, I just buttoned this button for a long time before I put it on, and you just rubbed it open?"

"Nonsense," An He lifted one of his legs and pulled off his pants, "These are my pants."

Na Chen smiled for a long time, hooked An He's neck and whispered, "Take it off, I want to touch you."

"Fulfill you." An He took off his shirt, pressed onto Na Chen, kissed his neck above his earlobe, slid his hands down, and rubbed gently.

Na Chen's breathing suddenly became a little short, and the panting gradually became louder, with a few groans, he hugged An He and wanted to sit up.

An He knew what he wanted to do, quickly held him down, pressed his hand to the top of his head, pulled the network cable next to him a few times to wrap it tightly, and said to his ear: "Little thing, the same idea How many times do you use it?"

"Mr. An," Na Chen smiled, moved his hands, but failed to break free from the tightly entangled network cable, "You want to fuck me?"

"What do you think?" An He pressed his hand, and tore off his underwear with the other hand, "It's all so good, so there's no need to talk about it."

"Do you have lubricant, no one has touched me behind, do you want to hurt me to death?" Na Chen turned his head and licked his arm, "I have it in my bag."

An He didn't move, he knew that once he let go and went to take it, Nachen would never lie down on the table and wait for him.

To be a lover requires a battle of wits and courage, where to reason.

"No need," An He smiled, opened the drawer next to the computer desk, and took out a bottle of olive oil, "Are you allergic to olive oil?"

"Not allergic..." Na Chen looked at the olive oil in his hand, "Are you serious?"

"Either let me do it honestly, or just stay and watch me do the PPT." An He looked at him, feeling the change in that Chen faintly in his heart, "I still have time to refuse when I'm not motivated."

"I..." Nachen slowly lay down on the table, frowning a little bit, and after a long time, he whispered, "You can do the PPT."

An He smiled, put down the olive oil bottle, untied the thread wrapped around Nachen's wrist, and sat back on the chair.

Na Chen jumped down from the table, put on his pants in silence, sat on the sofa beside him, hugged his knees and stopped talking.

An He didn't speak any more, put on his clothes, tidied up the table and stared at the screen to start working.

An He tossed about the computer for almost an hour, and Na Chen, who had been so quiet as if he didn't exist, called him from the side: "An He."

"Huh?" An He was flipping through the book, and responded.

"Aren't you unwilling to be below?" Na Chen looked at him and asked.

"Well, yes." An He tapped the keyboard a few times.

"Me too... Am I being selfish?" Na Chen said with some difficulty.

An He took the mouse and dragged a picture. After hearing this, he put down the mouse, leaned on the chair and turned to face Na Chen. After a while, he said: "Everyone has something they don't want to do. Be selfish and not selfish.”

"Aren't you unwilling?" Na Chen sighed softly.

"How should I put it?" An He lit a cigarette, leaned back on the chair and thought for a while, "I probably didn't think much about it when it came to that time."

"Why?" Nachen stood up and walked to the table, took a cigarette and drank it.

"Why?" An He handed him the lighter.

"Why are you reluctant," Na Chen lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes in the smoke he exhaled, "Is it because of what you said last time?"

An He didn't make a sound.

"My mother always said that I was beautiful," Na Chen smiled, "I looked like a little girl when I was young, just like my mother."

An He saved the half-finished PPT and looked at Na Chen: "You are also very beautiful now."

"Really," Na Chen hooked the corners of his mouth, "My dad has a friend who sometimes comes to my house to play, play with me, and chat with me. I really like staying with him. I think he is better than me. Dad is good to me."

An He took a puff of cigarette, he felt that he already knew what the story would be like.

"My dad would never take me out, so I wanted to go to the movies with him, and he said yes, but on one condition, he asked me to take off my clothes," Na Chen clicked his cigarette, "I was very young back then. Yes, but not stupid, I was scared by him, I ran and told my dad, guess what my dad said?"

An He flicked the ashes: "It's your fault, who made you look beautiful, right?"

Na Chen laughed, and reached out to touch An He's face: "It's almost the same meaning. Later, that man started a business partnership with my father and often came to my house."

"Your dad is amazing." An He said.

"One day," Na Chen suddenly leaned into his ear and said with a smile, "he came into my house..."

An He glanced at him, his heart twitching.

"I don't know what I want to do, I'm awake," Na Chen raised his middle finger at the window, "That was the first time I hit someone, the first day of junior high school, it was very cool."

"Later." An He took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"There's no later, what I have to say is that later I found out that many people wanted to fuck me," Na Chen said with a smile, but his eyes were a little cold, "Is it my problem, that I have a face that doesn't want to fuck?"

An He was very sad at first, but he wanted to laugh a little after hearing this: "You can't say that."

"Aren't you too?"

"It's the same for everyone I see, it doesn't matter whether you have a bad face or not." An He looked at him sincerely and said.

Na Chen laughed for a long time, and finally squatted next to his chair: "I like to hear that."

An He also smiled, and flicked his fingers on his forehead: "Actually, you don't need to prove yourself in this way, you will know if you owe it to the exercise bed or not."

Na Chen leaned on the armrest and looked at him: "A political teacher said something like this, I really should record it for you."

"To be honest, you just think too much, or the same sentence, don't torment yourself with other people's mistakes." An He touched his head, "Student, I really want to start working."

"Okay," Na Chen dragged a chair and sat beside him, "Are you uncomfortable if I keep staring at you while working?"

"No, welcome to watch." An He smiled, picked up the book at hand and flipped through it, regained his previous train of thought, and continued to work.

Once that Chen keeps quiet, it will be as quiet as if it does not exist.

An He sat in front of the computer for more than two hours, and looked back at Na Chen several times, thinking that he had walked away or fell asleep.

But every time I can see those bright eyes.

An He finally finished the PPT after three hours. This is the content used in the first psychology class. He spent much more energy than the PPT used in the usual class. When he finished it, he felt like the emperor finally pardoned him. The feeling of the world.

He stretched himself, leaned on the back of the chair and sighed forcefully: "Hey——"

"It's over?" Na Chen picked in the palm of his hand.

"It's over, let's see the effect in class next week before changing it." An He also picked in the palm of his hand, "I found that you are really quiet when you don't make a sound."

"Can you still be noisy when you're silent?" Na Chen smiled, "Grind your teeth when you burp and fart."

"Can you have some quality!" An He clicked his tongue.

"Teacher An," Na Chen turned his chair to face him, "take me out to play."

An He looked at the time, it was six o'clock, normally he wouldn't think about going out after such a busy day, Lin Ruoxue and the others didn't bother to ask him out.

But looking at Na Chen's expectant eyes, and considering that he is in a relationship with Na Chen now, he nodded: "What are you playing?"

"Eat first, then go to the video game city, and then go to Yege," Nachen thought for a while, "Or go dancing, how about?"

"Jumping?" An He was stunned. He basically switched to clubbing after graduating from college. He hasn't played such a dynamic project for several years.

"Will you go? But if you want to dance like a yangko dance, let's go to Yege." Na Chen smiled.

"I'm still afraid that you are twisting Yangko." An He smiled.

"No, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold back when you look at me." Na Chen snapped his fingers.

"Look at your fucking face?" An He leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

This may be a point that Nachen doesn't want to be touched, but when both of them are relaxed and say it in an obviously joking tone, the effect will be different.

But An He was just trying, and on the basis of the fact that Nachen had no unpleasant reaction when he was joking earlier, he felt that he had never cared so much about his students.

Na Chen smiled, stood up and took a step back, made a frame with his fingers, and looked at him from the frame: "You are similar, when I saw you, I thought it would be great to hold you down."

An He smiled, turned away quickly, turned around and walked quickly to the bedroom: "I'll change clothes and go out to eat."

"Yeah." Na Chen lay down on the sofa.

An He entered the bedroom, opened the closet door and stared at the clothes in the closet in a daze for a long time, then raised his hands and rubbed his face.

It was also a joke, but Na Chen's unintentional joke made his mood plummet in an instant.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, then grabbed a shirt and changed it, and then took a pair of slacks to put on.

When he walked out of the bedroom door, Na Chen was standing outside the door, and when he saw him come out, he put his arms around him: "Kiss quickly so we can go."

When Na Chen put his arms around him, he also put his arms around Na Chen's waist. I don't know why, he likes being hugged by Na Chen like this, and he also likes to be close to him like this, and he will suddenly relax.

It's like the feeling of being surrounded by exhaustion and comfort when a person who has run [-] meters suddenly falls on the grass.

He touched Na Chen's lips, and then slowly pressed it, the tip of Na Chen's tongue came up, passed between his lips, and stuck into his mouth.

According to Na Chen's plan, the two of them went straight to Porridge City for dinner. Na Chen liked the pigeon porridge here, and An He was a little surprised when he finished a bowl of porridge by himself.

"It feels like you don't have such a large amount of food when you eat. Is it because you didn't have the nerve to let go of it before?" He looked at the empty porridge bowl in front of Nachen. Not only was the porridge bowl empty, but also the snacks that came with the porridge. It's all gone.

"Porridge," Na Chen patted his stomach indifferently, hesitated for a while and then didn't say anything, "I'm not qualified anymore."

"What do you want to say? I've finished eating anyway." An He smiled.

"It's like beer, it's just a matter of pissing." Na Chen beckoned the waiter to come over and pay the bill.

"Then you can have three bubbles after eating this meal," An He pressed his hand and took out his wallet, "I'll settle it."

"I'm here, how can I let someone who only ate a dip pay the bill." Na Chen glanced at him.

"Is it over?" An He was a little helpless.

"Don't rush to go with me?" Na Chen quickly took the money and put it in the waiter's hand when the waiter came over.

After leaving Congee City, the two got in the car and drove directly to the video game city. An He looked at Na Chen who was leaning on the passenger seat: "I never asked you, do you have any income?"

"No," Nachen replied with eyes closed, "what's the matter."

"Where does your money come from?"

"It took me so long to remember to ask," Na Chen clicked his tongue, "My mother has a card, which my dad used to get for her. The treatment fee and my living expenses are all taken from there."

"Is it enough?" An He was a little worried. It could be seen that Na Chen was not a person who cared about money, and he didn't seem to have any idea about spending money.

"I don't know, and my dad's compensation." Na Chen turned his head and glanced at him, "Worried about me?"

"Well, a little bit." An He smiled, in fact, maybe his worry was unnecessary, and it was not a day or two for Chen to live like this alone.

"It's okay, my mother's card is enough for me to graduate, and I won't touch my father's money." Na Chen reached out and tapped on the roof of the car.

An He pondered whether to find a different topic. He was helpless and also found it very difficult that no matter whether it was a serious or lively topic, he would turn to the same goal in the end and let Na Chen's mood slip.

He doesn't even bother to consider his own feelings at times.

Nachen is different from him, he is used to hiding, but Nachen is used to being unscrupulous.

Nachen's only advantage in this regard is probably that his attention shifts faster.

After entering the video game city, his previous depression was swept away, and the light in his eyes was different.

"Today is a lot of time," Na Chen waved his hand, "I want to play one by one."

"You first arrange the order slowly." An He patted him on the shoulder, walked to the counter, bought fifty coins according to Na Chen's level, and added another fifty after thinking about it.

"So much?" Nachen was holding a box of coins.

"It's mainly about your level..." An He took a dozen or so coins from the box, "For me, these are enough."

"It's enough for me to kick a few times at the coin pusher." Na Chen looked in, pointed at the basketball machine and shouted, "Come on to the game! Shoot! You will definitely lose."

An He walked over there, and said as he walked, "Do you remember what clothes you wore last time?"

"Last time?" Nachen followed and thought for a while, "Damn, you're from the school basketball team, right?"

"Well, do you want to gamble." An He took off his coat, put it on the rack next to the basketball machine, and slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"An He," Na Chen looked at him and said after a long time, "You are so sexy."

"Can you stop interrupting, did you just get out of prison, and you almost shot out of Tianling Gai?" An He gave him a sideways glance.

"Bet," Na Chen also took off his coat and put it on the shelf, "I can't play basketball, and I can shoot you three blocks with my eyes closed."

"What are you betting on?" An He took out the coins. He doesn't play with the shooting machine very much, but he is quite confident in shooting. "Some excitement, Mr. An needs motivation."

Nachen picked up a ball and spun it lightly. The ball began to circle steadily on his fingertips. He stared at the ball for a while and then turned his head: "You are going to win. I will accompany you to play whatever you want on the bed." on."