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"What does this have to do with you packing your bags and coming to my house?"

Wilmot looked at Mr. Xia pitifully: "It's a long story, let's sit down first, make a pot of milk tea and chat slowly."

Mr. Xia pressed forward step by step, put his face in front of Wilmot, and while he was in a daze, pushed him hard, then immediately retreated into the room, slammed the door hard, and pressed the lock Not to mention, the anti-theft lock was also buckled.

"...Honey, I decided to make a long story short, you open the door first."

President Xia obediently opened the door, but did not unlock the anti-theft lock: "Say."

"I want to get my dad's approval, so I've been working hard, but I never thought that there would be conflicts between being with you and getting him to approve me, until I heard what you said that day..." Wilmot put his hands on Xia He always rested his hand on the door, with an extremely serious expression, "You made me notice a lot of things that I didn't care about before, so I'm sure I don't have the ability to get him to agree to us being together. It’s better to calm down and concentrate on completing one of the things first.”

Mr. Xia pursed his lips and smiled for a while before replying, "Are you a typical person who doesn't love Jiangshan and love beautiful women?"

Wilmot shook his head and said, "I'm just returning the half that didn't belong to me... no, it's just a part of the country. This is what I have always insisted on doing. Although the specific goal has changed, but The original intention has not changed. After a while, it will be the banquet of the second mother. At that time, many people will be invited to the banquet. I will show my best side there, and then leave... What I have spelled out with my own strength is myself of."

Boss Xia replied dumbfoundedly: "Do you think you are acting in a TV series? Don't be so naive. This world is not as beautiful as you imagined. You are a pampered young master. Don't let your family's backer run around..."

"I'll be stared at, disliked, and suffer; in the past, others would look at my face and do things, but in the future it will be reversed; in the future, I may have to tighten my belt to live, and I will worry about whether to eat an extra piece of bread every day..." Wilmot slowly tightened his hands, "I can bear these things, and I can bear them if I can't help them. In short, it's tolerance, you told me."

President Xia raised his eyebrows: "Even if I don't want to be with you?"

Wilmot took a deep breath: "If you help me just for my background."

Mr. Xia withdrew his hand without saying a word, patted Wilmot's hand away, and closed the door.

Wilmot, who was standing outside the door, had a blank mind and a cold heart.

I don't know whether it's Wilmot's reaction too fast, or Mr. Xia's action is too slow. After a while, the door of Mr. Xia's house was reopened, and this time the anti-theft lock was turned on.

Mr. Xia leaned against the door with his arms folded: "I just took a look, Liu Xing didn't take some things away, if you want to stay, you can clean them up yourself."

Afraid that Mr. Xia would regret it, after reacting, Wilmot walked into the house in three steps and two steps, and found the room where he stayed temporarily after being drunk last time, opened the travel bag and clattered He dumped all his luggage on the bed without hesitation, with a rascal attitude of "even if you drive me away, I won't leave".

Mr. Xia took out the tea and milk, and asked wordlessly, "How are you going to sleep tonight?"

Wilmot walked out of the guest room and looked directly into the master bedroom with the door open: "Your bed is quite big."

Mr. Xia replied with a smile: "Okay, you are happy to be kicked and I am also happy to abuse you."

Faced with Mr. Xia's joke, Wilmot did not believe it as he expected, let alone being ecstatic when he could eat tofu.Wilmot just walked slowly in front of Mr. Xia, hugged him tightly, lowered his head and buried half of his face in his neck, and then tightened his arms tighter and tighter.

Mr. Xia was afraid of spilling the milk in his hands, so he opened his arms and dared not act rashly: "What kind of trouble is this?"

Wilmot's voice sounded muffled: "If you reject me, that's expected, even if you really say that, I won't be discouraged and give up... But the answer just now is too scary, I almost thought you That answer was accepted by default."

Mr. Xia thought for a while and asked, "You mean that I help you only because of your background?"

"Ah."

Mr. Xia narrowed his eyes in displeasure: "What do you want me to reply to you now?"

"No need to say anything, I know I was wrong again, and you were always right."

Wilmot straightened up, blinked at Mr. Xia, then leaned over slightly and kissed Mr. Xia.This kiss was long and long, and both parties were immersed in the entanglement between lips and tongue. It wasn't until Mr. Xia realized that his hands were so sore that he had the urge to throw away the milk and tea pots, so he nibbled Will. Mott clicked, indicating that it was almost done.

After stuffing the milk and the tea pot into Wilmot's hands, Mr. Xia rubbed his sore arms, and said: "You soak it, I'll take a bath first, anyway, my house is not big, so you can take a look first, If there's anything you don't understand, I'll tell you how to use it later."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Xia went back to the room, took a bath towel, and walked into the bathroom.

In this way, Wilmot's milk tea was brewed absent-mindedly, and he sketched Mr. Xia's bathing picture absent-mindedly, and then dreamed about it, so that the first pot of tea was brewed for too long and lost the most extreme taste.Knowing that Mr. Xia would definitely dislike this kind of milk tea, he had to make another pot. This time he was more focused, so he succeeded in one attempt. This is also the result of Mr. Xia's training camp for him when he was going to attend his second mother's tea party. .

After making the milk tea, he sat idly on the sofa and started to be in a daze, his mind was full of Mr. Xia, including the nude image he accidentally saw after he broke into the bathroom while drunk... Wait!

He is now at Mr. Xia's house...

Plus Mr. Xia is taking a bath...

It means that he can go in and wash together, and then look at Mr. Xia's naked body openly!

Why didn't he think about it before?How stupid!

Wilmot jumped up from the couch and headed for the bathroom in a mixture of chagrin and excitement.Just like last time, he easily opened the unlocked door, and saw Mr. Xia taking a bath, and Mr. Xia's garden full of ♂spring♂color.He took a step towards the bathtub, and wanted to find a topic to talk about, but found that after seeing Mr. Xia's naked body, his mind was only muddled, and he couldn't do such a difficult thing at all. He blushed and ran away.

Mr. Xia stared at the door Wilmot forgot to close, and commented precisely: "There is no cure for the brain of sperm."

After spending some time calming down his tense mood, Wilmot gritted his teeth and became cruel, and directly unplugged himself and walked to the bathroom again, secretly determined in his heart to jump into the bathtub this time regardless of 21.

When Wilmot rushed into the bathroom for the second time in a majestic manner, Mr. Xia turned his head, and his eyes stayed on Wilmot's swollen part due to congestion for a while before moving his eyes upwards. The moment he met Wilmot's eyes, he raised his left eyebrow, and everything he wanted to say was self-evident.

Because Mr. Xia's eyes were too naked, Wilmot felt like he was playing a shame game, so the second time, he was still defeated and left the bathroom quickly.But he didn't give up completely. After leaving the bathroom, he returned to the guest room and found his own bath towel from the luggage scattered on the bed—the first thing to do was to avoid another shameful play.

Just when he was about to launch a third frontal attack on Mr. Xia in the bathroom, he found that... Mr. Xia had already washed up, and he put his hand on the door frame and looked at him with a half-smile.

"...you wash so fast."

Mr. Xia immediately widened the corners of his mouth: "Usually you are quite slow, but seeing how you are eager to play with the cold water, I decided not to soak."

"..."

Mr. Xia continued to pretend to be stupid and asked knowingly: "What's the matter, aren't you in a hurry?"

Wilmot measured the combat effectiveness of the two sides, and after coming to the conclusion that Mr. Xia couldn't beat him, he tore open Mr. Xia's bath towel.

"Honey, you dropped the towel."

"..."

Taking advantage of Mr. Xia's silence, Wilmot quickly tore off his bath towel. After throwing Mr. Xia to the ground, he fiddled with his hands and feet, touching wherever he wanted, and doing whatever he wanted until... Mr. Xia put his knee against his extremely fragile spherical part, one of the symbols of masculinity.

Mr. Xia laughed so hard that his eyes rolled up: "It will be broken with one blow."

"...I think my brain must be controlled by aliens."

Mr. Xia still raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"...Baby I was wrong."

"Damn it, what's wrong with learning to be a hooligan? You deserve to die," Mr. Xia kicked away the already honest Wilmot, picked up the bath towel, stood up, and wrapped it around again, "I want you to hand me over Chrysanthemum? You are still far behind."

Mr. Xia's last cut, "You are still far behind", made Wilmot wilt like a frost-beaten eggplant.

Wilmot also got up from the ground, and while wearing a bath towel, he replied depressedly: "The person I like is by my side, even a man would want to touch his hands, you can't blame me for being impulsive, you are too tempting..."

Mr. Xia raised his chin slightly: "Oh? You mean I'm not a man?"

"I didn't say you weren't..." After speaking halfway, Wilmot realized that Mr. Xia's words just now were a bit strange, "You mean...you like me?"

"You won." Boss Xia supported his head and closed his eyes, and sighed heavily.

Wilmot hurriedly hugged Mr. Xia and laughed foolishly: "You didn't tell me, how would I know?"

"I will teach you everything and tell you, do you think I am raising a dog or you are a dog?"

"...Baby, I don't think there's any difference..."

President Xia raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Wilmot meaningfully: "I don't necessarily raise you, and you don't necessarily have to be..."

Wilmot's heart was full of alarm bells, and he immediately interrupted Mr. Xia's next words: "Why don't we decide on our pet names for each other while the time and place are right?"

Mr. Xia had an expression as if he had eaten poop: "Huh? Nickname?"

"Yes, like... I call you baby, honey, sweetheart, what do you want to call me?"

Mr. Xia touched his chin and thought for a long time before seriously asking: "Trash, fuck off, Xianju, how about it?"

"..."

"I think it's pretty good, the battle is neat and tidy, it's simply a masterpiece?"

"..." Wilmot wanted to shake his head and say "No", but he didn't dare.

Mr. Xia noticed Wilmot's constipated expression and asked, "It seems that you are not satisfied, so what do you want me to call you?"

Wilmot thought carefully for a long time before he squeezed out two words: "Touch."

"Huh?" Boss Xia subconsciously lengthened the questioning syllable, "You came up with such a fucking nickname after thinking about it for a long time?"

"That's it," replied Wilmot gravely. "You call me that, and I want to hear you call me that."

Mr. Xia was disgusted for a long time, and finally choked out those two words: "Touch..."

"it is good."

good?Is this answer a bit strange?

Just as Mr. Xia was puzzled, Wilmot moved his hand on his waist down, and rubbed his buttocks several times affectionately.

"..."