The beautiful boy is disobedient, take over!

The man smiled helplessly, grabbed Zhong Ming's neck and dragged him towards the house.Zhong Ming entered the house with a smile, and when the man closed the door, he suddenly asked, "Have you cooked for Zhang Jianghe at noon?"

Zhong Ming was about to answer when he heard the man say: "You are not allowed to cook for him in the future. Don't cook for anyone but me. I spend money on my wallet, so how can I ask others to order you."

"Oh." Zhong Ming led Heizi into its room, closed the door and sighed: "You can say that this society is unfair. Some people struggle all their lives and still live in dilapidated houses on the outskirts of the city. It’s a house that leaks when it’s rainy. Look at you people, you even have a dog and live in such a big and nice house.”

"What's the matter, he was your nephew just now, but now he is just a dog in your eyes?"

Zhong Ming shook his shoulders and said, "That's right, the dignified police chief's son is wronged to live in such a big room." He smiled, and the man came out of the kitchen and handed him a glass of milk, which was actually heated.

"I will drink a glass of milk every day before going to bed."

"You warmed it for me?" Zhong Ming was a little flattered: "Suddenly being so kind to me..."

"I also watch people order dishes. If you are obedient, I will love you and love you."

It's obviously a very sweet love story, but I don't know why Zhong Ming always felt a little threatening in it when he heard it. Although the second half of the sentence was not uttered, it served as a warning. Zhong Ming's mind was full of him What are the consequences if you don't listen?

As expected of the police chief, ordinary people really can't learn the skills of speaking.He drank all the milk in the glass, and the man asked him, "Do you exercise?"

Zhong Ming shook his head, and the man pointed to the upstairs: "There is a gym upstairs, you can exercise if you have nothing to do."

Zhong Ming went upstairs before, but he didn't visit every room. He didn't know there was a gym upstairs.Seeing the man's well-proportioned and muscular figure, he secretly envied him: "I said you have such a good figure."

"In fact, I seldom practice. I practice once a week. When I was young, I worked as a construction worker and worked on the construction site. Since then, my muscles have been more developed. I am a person who is born with relatively easy muscles, and my figure has always been good. "

Now Zhong Ming was a little surprised: "Have you ever worked on a construction site?"

"When I was in my twenties, I worked for a while. At that time, I was self-reliant and I experienced life." The man didn't say much, and he didn't ask too much. He said, "I don't like exercising. At most, I can go for a run or play badminton. .”

"Tennis club?"

"I've played a few times, but I'm not as good as badminton." Zhong Ming was very humble.

"One day we two will go to compete."

It was too early to go to bed at this time, and it was only nine o'clock when Zhong Ming went back to the bedroom and began to write his script.The stories he wrote are relatively bold and avant-garde. The stories about ballet dancers are closely related to the topic of "love".He didn't know if such a story would be too heavy for their college drama club, but he felt that he couldn't show his ability to write a pure and quiet love.

After writing the outline, I checked the time, it was past ten o'clock.He went out to pour a cup of tea, and found that there was a light on at the stairs in the living room, and Ling Zhigang was still exercising on it.He stood there for a while, decided to go up and have a look, and went upstairs with a water glass.There was still music playing in the gym, and he heard it through the door. He opened the door and found that there was no one inside. The man's sports vest and trousers were on the treadmill, but no one was there.

He took two steps inside, and suddenly saw the frosted glass door in the corner of the room being pulled open, and the man came out wet and naked, wiping his hair with a towel.

Wheat-colored skin, firm chest and abdominal muscles, the hair on the waist, abdomen and chest wetly sticks to the muscles, extending down the abdominal muscles, the soft stems in the black bushes under the crotch are majestic, thick and long, hanging on the slender It's hard to ignore between her legs.

Zhong Ming quickly avoided his eyes, his throat seemed to be on fire.