Pancake Cart

Huang Hai followed Dizang into a two-story villa in the suburbs.

As soon as he entered the house, Jizo asked: "Hey, I gave you the pancake cart, did you give it away?"

"Give me what, I bought it okay?" Huang Hai pointed two fingers at him, "Two thousand!"

He is wearing sportswear today, white sneakers, and a limited edition bracelet on his left hand. He is clean and energetic.

"I saw a pretty boy yesterday," Dizang looked at him with admiration, "Pushing that car to do business."

"Oh, my buddy, the car was bought for him," Huang Hai didn't understand what he said, "I said, what are you doing here? If my dad finds out that I'm messing around with X society, he will beat me to death." .”

Dizang took off his coat and threw it on the sofa: "My car, will you give it to him?"

The big tattooed chest muscles were exposed, Huang Hai looked awkwardly, let alone, it's fucking sexy.

"Let me tell you the truth, that car is used by my buddy to play tricks."

"Kaizi?"

"Don't ask more, it's a little way to seduce people."

Dizang raised one corner of his mouth: "It can't be Yin Liang, can it?"

Huang Hai was dumbfounded, and stared at him in astonishment: "Fuck!"

"That's my godbrother," Dizang took out the SLR from the closet, "I know his dad very well."

"No way, Yin Liang's father..." Huang Hai took a step back, "Oh shit, the X world is too fucking complicated!"

Jizo adjusted the focus and took two shots.

"You must not tell Yin Liang about this," Huang Hai has always been very aggressive towards him, and now he has to give in, "Lu Lu has liked Yin Liang for more than two years, if I mess up with him, he will be killed I can't!"

"Okay, take it off," Dizang smiled gentlemanly, "I said it last time, let me make a film, and I can say anything."

"You fucking..." Huang Hai didn't dare to speak out, he looked around, there were two small beige sofas in the ordinary smoking room, "It's okay to shoot... it's okay to shoot, don't take it off, XX is attacking this... ..."

Jizo pretended to be impatient: "Forget it if you don't take it off, let's go."

"Hey don't...don't!" Huang Hai thought about it, and the young man had no embarrassment at all, he stared at him, his heart froze, and he took off.

He took off and hid while taking pictures, very simple shots, nothing superfluous except art, then put down the SLR, went to the small refrigerator to get half a sliced ​​watermelon.

When Huang Hai saw the watermelon, his face turned green: "No, then what, brother, I just went into the sea, so I don't need props, do I?"

Dizang deliberately angered him: "You are the background, mainly shooting watermelons."

Fuck... Huang Hai rolled his eyes, tried his best to hold back, and hid himself to pose for him. His naked body was held and his hands were pressed to the side of his head. , chest against me..."

Dizang looked down, let him go, found a newspaper, in English, and threw it over.

"Lie on the sofa, put the watermelon between your legs, cover where you should, and cover your face with newspaper."

Huang Hai scolded him a hundred and one hundred times in his heart, but obediently obeyed while holding the ice watermelon.

The shutter is pressed, and in the lens is a young and beautiful skin, because of the coolness, there is a small piece of tightened pores.