My old attack is the giant

Jiang Ziwen swears that he has never wanted to strip Wu Li alive like this moment!

He was holding a small box, and he didn't want to throw it away, and he didn't want to throw it away, it was like a hot potato in his hands.

"I said it was sent by Wu Li, do you believe it?"

Feng Rui's brows raised slightly, "If I hadn't come, you would have lived alone."

The implication is that it is entirely possible for him to do certain things living alone, so it is naturally possible that he brought this thing himself.

Jiang Ziwen covered his face, there was no way to explain it.

Seeing his collapsed expression, Chiyou suddenly laughed, reached for the small box and put it back in the suitcase, his deep voice became gentle.

"Just kidding. I believe everything you say. But don't use that in the future."

Jiang Ziwen didn't answer right away, he felt that the way the man said this seemed to be asking him from the standpoint of his object, which made him feel that the man cared about him a lot and wanted to monopolize him and control/control him.

He put the suitcase in the lower shelf of the closet, "I don't need it. I'm pursuing high goals, and I have to wait for my future husband to serve me."

Chiyou smiled masculinely, and tapped the finger on his thigh lightly.

"Then you have to be mentally prepared."

"What mental preparation?"

Jiang Ziwen asked this question, but both of them seem to know the answer to this question.

Eyes intertwined, the air gradually changed its smell.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Chiyu retracted his gaze restrainedly.

The same is true for Jiang Ziwen. He adjusted his emotions, and the moment he opened the door, he became that shrewd and capable Michelin three-star chef again.

Murphy stood outside the door, "Have you packed your luggage? You can go for dinner."

"We'll go downstairs right away."

Murphy went down first.

Jiang Ziwen knocked on the doors of all the members one by one.

Although the appearance of the small box did not bring him a crisis, but instead escalated the ambiguity between him and Chiyou, Jiang Ziwen was still furious when he saw Wu Li.

He kicked Wu Li directly.

Wu Li covered his butt and screamed, "What are you doing, boss!"

Jiang Ziwen grabbed his ear to avoid the crowd, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you have the nerve to ask me? What did you give me!"

"What the hell?" Wu Li glanced behind him, "Hey hey yes, you have a better one now, it's useless for me to give that one away."

Jiang Ziwen slapped Wu Li across the face, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Small sample, I still don't admit it."

"Do you think it's too easy and itchy these days?"

Seeing that Jiang Ziwen was really going to lose his temper, Wu Li immediately pulled his mouth away and got out of here.

The reception dinner prepared by Meng Ding for Jiang Ziwen and his party was held in a restaurant not far from the hot spring small building.

They still go there by ferry.

The reception dinner was very high-standard, and Murphy's cooking skills were also very good. If the difference in ingredients was excluded, this dinner was comparable to the Wuzangshanjing buffet restaurant.

During a dinner, Jiang Ziwen and the others also learned a lot of new methods of processing and handling ingredients.

Considering that their group was exhausted, Murphy did not arrange other activities after dinner, but sent them all back to the hot spring building, and kindly reminded them that they could try the hot spring, the feature here.

There is a hot spring pool under the small building where Jiang Ziwen and the others live. It is quite big, and it can accommodate a dozen people without any problem. They all live in the same house, and they naturally soak in the hot spring together.

Before taking a bath, Jiang Ziwen and Chiyou went back to the bedroom.

"You first or me first?" Jiang Ziwen asked.

"You first."

Jiang Ziwen packed up his bathrobe and boxers and went into the bathroom.

Through the pleated curtain, he saw the man walk to the balcony and stand with his back to him.

He took off his clothes and stood under the shower.

Probably because Chiyou was not far away, the feeling of water splashing on the skin was different from usual, it was horribly hot.

He had never taken a shower so quickly, it was over in a few minutes, he came out wearing a bathrobe, sat on the armrest of the sofa, wiped his hair, and reminded Chiyou, "It's your turn to wash."

Chiyou turned around, and his eyes naturally fell on the handsome man.

The man only wore a belt around his waist, leaving almost all of his chest and abdomen exposed.Because of the sitting posture, the hem of the bathrobe was pulled open, exposing the lower edge of the black boxer pants and two bare legs.

Chiyou twirled lightly with his hand hanging by his side, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"I'm not going."

"Why?" Jiang Ziwen stopped wiping his hair, "Didn't you just say you were going? Didn't you have a change of clothes? I'm going out to buy it now?"

"No."

"why?"

Chiyou didn't answer, and walked up to Jiang Ziwen, just stopping between his separated legs.

Jiang Ziwen looked up at Chiyou, his heart skipped a beat, he saw the man raised his hands and twisted his bathrobe, his heart became more and more nervous, imagining what the man might do, his throat was dry.

But Chiyou didn't go any further, his hands paused on the bathrobe for two or three seconds, and finally he just closed the bathrobe in the middle.

"It's fun, come back early when it's over." After saying this, he turned around and walked out.

Jiang Ziwen didn't expect such a development, stood up, "Why are you going?"

"Exhaust energy."

The blunt and rude answer made Jiang Ziwen not know how to answer the conversation. After he soaked in the hot spring, he couldn't help but wonder if Chiyou's anger was provoked by him?

He is very proud.

Because he always remembered what the man said to go back early, he stayed below for more than half an hour before returning to the room.

To his surprise, Chiyou had already returned, but his whole body seemed to be walking out of the water, and his pants were dripping.He had never seen Chiyou's clothes so wet.

"Practice so hard?"

"Ah."

"Why?"

Chiyou's gaze had regained his composure, and he looked at Jiang Ziwen, who was wearing a bathrobe more formally than before.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, "What do you say?"

Jiang Ziwen pursed his lips and smiled, leaning against the wall, with his hands in the wide pockets of his bathrobe, and any movement he made would look as good as a blockbuster movie.

"Because of me?"

Chiyou didn't answer, just took off his sweaty vest.

This was the first time Jiang Ziwen saw him with his upper body naked, and the visual impact was particularly strong.

His upper body is a perfect inverted triangle, shoulders and chest are broad and thick, eight-pack abdominal muscles are well-textured, and there are two sexy mermaid lines on both sides of the abdomen close to the top of the pelvis.

"The body is hot enough. It must feel good."

When Jiang Ziwen said this, he was just talking about it, and he didn't think about it, but Chiyou frowned immediately after hearing this, "Have you touched theirs?"

"Who?"

"Wu Li?"

Jiang Ziwen didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Wu Li, but he did touch it, although he didn't ask for it - that guy is a fitness freak, he wants to show off his muscles when caught, there is no one in their restaurant who hasn't touched it , but being asked by Chiyou made him feel very frivolous and playful, as if he was not serious.

He scratched his hair, trying to explain.

Chiyou's eyes dimmed, and after a moment of silence, he gently held his hand on his shoulder, paused for two seconds, then slowly moved inward, and finally stopped on his strong chest.

It was hard and hot to the touch, like a soldering iron, and it was wet and slippery from sweat.

A current spread from the palm of the hand down the arm to other parts of the body, making him in a contradictory state of excitement and laziness.

"Does it feel good?"

When Chiyou spoke, his chest was vibrating, which was very powerful.

Jiang Ziwen felt this unique touch obsessively. He didn't withdraw his hand until the other party asked for the second time. He looked very free and easy, but he was trembling when he put his hand back into the pocket of his pajamas.

"It's good."

"Compared to Wu Li's?"

"Your is better."

Chiyou smiled, "Then don't touch him again."

"Oh--"

Jiang Ziwen dragged his tone, and his smile was a bit presumptuous, because he belatedly realized that the man looked like he was jealous.