Little slag run

Satisfied, Shang Shiyao got up from Meng Fan's body and helped Meng Fan clean.

"Xiaofan, let's go take a bath together." The tail shook.

Mandarin duck bath... It's been a long time!

Then you can continue to have sex, ah, it is so wonderful to bid farewell to the days of being dependent on the left hand! (left handed)

Shang Shiyao was moved to tears for a moment.

Meng Fan lazily sat up from the sofa, glanced at his watch, sighed and said, "No, I still have a radio program to record later."

"Ah?" Shang Shiyao froze instantly.

His Xiaofan is already such a big name, why bother to do these small shows again, asking for trouble.

Meng Fan seemed to know what Shang Shiyao was thinking when he frowned, and said with a smile, "For public welfare, I agree."

"...Okay then. I'll see you off?" Shang Shiyao held Meng Fan's face fondly and kissed it for a while.

Meng Fan was amused by the way the chicken pecked at the rice, waved him away, stood up and got dressed.

"No need to send it, I drove here today."

"Then when will you come back?" Shang Shiyao embraced Meng Fan from behind, rubbing his chin lightly on his shoulder, really reluctant to part with him immediately.

"...have time." Meng Fan paused, and finally said.

After letting go of the burden of anger, the whole person is much more relaxed, and he really likes the feeling of Shang Shiyao by his side the most.

Warm and reliable.

After several months of cold war, seeing Shang Shiyao getting more and more pitiful, Meng Fan's heart softened.

Presumably, Shang Shiyao has also reflected on it during this period, so I will forgive him this time.

It's just that Shang Shiyao disarmed him as soon as he was put on the bed. It's a bit embarrassing, and he must get back his capital with interest in the future!

"How about I drive you there! I'll take a taxi back by myself." Shang Shiyao had a whim.

Meng Fan was happy, and patted him back: "How old are you, and you still love to act like a baby? Stay at home!"

"Oh..." Shang Shiyao sent him to the door behind him, and Meng Fan was still telling him to remember to take Sailer for a walk every day in the future.

"If it loses weight, I'll hug it back."

The two of you and I came to the entrance reluctantly, and saw the door was wide open at a glance, Meng Fan's face darkened instantly.

"Huh?" Shang Shiyao's heart trembled: "I clearly remembered that I locked the door..."

Meng Fan turned his head and looked at him with a gloomy expression.

As cautious as he is, of course he watched Shang Shiyao lock the door before he felt relieved and bold monk Shiyao did it.did not expect……

"Who did you give the keys to your house?" Meng Fan looked like he was about to come.

Shang Shiyao twitched his mouth and hurriedly swore to the sky: "Xiaofan, I swear, how could I just give my house key to others? You must know that I have been loyal to you all these years......ah !"

Shang Shiyao suddenly remembered a person, and his face turned dark.

"Isn't it Di Que?" Meng Fan suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said the name of the person Shang Shiyao was thinking about.

He should have realized that what Di Que said was unreliable, how could he leave so honestly?

The door was left wide open and he forgot to close it, so he must have seen the two of them when they were making a fuss.

As soon as Meng Fan thought that the scum was looking at his most shameful side, his vision blurred and he almost fainted.

Di Que will not take this matter as a joke after dinner and tell others everywhere.

Shang Shiyao doesn't care, but he does!

When Shang Shiyao saw Meng Fan's face turned pale, he was obviously very angry, so he hurried forward to comfort him.

"Don't worry, he may not have seen anything. I warned him, don't worry."

"Don't touch me!"

Meng Fan was furious, he punched out, and Shang Shiyao fell down in response.

"Ouch! Why did you hit me? How did I know that Di Que would come back suddenly?" Shang Shiyao covered his eyes and was extremely aggrieved.

"Shang Shiyao! I am now officially notifying you that if you don't silence Di Que, you will never come to me again in this life!"

Meng Fan angrily turned around and picked up Sailer, who was wagging his tail to watch the fun, and left without looking back.

"Xiaofan..." Shang Shiyao burst into tears as he paid homage to the bright and beautiful future that has not yet come but has already passed away.

Di Que, you little bastard, I told you not to come back, yet you dare to come here to take a peek?

Shang Shiyao aggressively ran to the kitchen to sharpen the kitchen knife.

Don't let me catch you again, or if you see Meng Fan's body with your left eye, I will goug your left eye, and if you see Meng Fan's body with your right eye, I will goug your right eye.

Di Que got a nosebleed after watching some passionate scenes, and felt ashamed and threw him to his grandma's house.

He hurriedly found a place in the shade of a tree and sat down, pinched his nose and looked at the sky for a long time before he felt a little more comfortable in his nose.

"Ah... what a fucking bad luck."

This person really can't do immoral things, the retribution comes too fast.

He didn't admit that he was excited by seeing his little uncle doing things. He must have been holding back for a long time recently, and he was massaged by that little girl for a long time just now.

Di Que didn't even have a cell phone, seeing that it was getting dark, he decided to find a nightclub and ask the two ladies to relax.

Di Que took a taxi and went straight to the familiar nightclub.

When I got there, it was sealed.

Of course he was not reconciled, so he moved to the next one and went in to ask. The manager on duty told him with a bitter face that the leader had recently changed, and the crackdown was on, and no additional services would be provided for the time being.

So I found a few more familiar ones, but got the same answer.

Di Que held back his anger and had nowhere to vent his anger, feeling a little depressed.

It seems that Chen Feng's background is strong enough, and there is no reaction from his territory.

But instead of throwing the money into Chen Feng's pocket, he might as well buy a disk and go home to solve it himself.

Di Que shrugged his neck and walked out of the last clubhouse he was familiar with.

Outside the door is a bustling commercial street, people come and go, singing and dancing, Di Que was standing on the side of the street waiting for a taxi, when suddenly he felt someone tugging at his clothes behind him.

Di Que turned his head impatiently, and saw a middle-aged man with rather wretched appearance smiling at him.

"Why?" Di Que stared, thinking that if he dared to tease the young master, the young master would beat you all over the place, worrying that there would be nowhere to vent the evil fire.

"Brother, do you want to ask?" the man suddenly asked.

When Di Que heard it, he was happy.

Hey, this is a good feeling, it seems that I am still a bit of shit luck, just thinking about a good thing that will come to my door.

"What's the matter?" Di Que raised his eyebrows and turned to talk to that person.

Seeing that Di Que was interested, the man hurriedly opened the black leather bag he was carrying, and introduced it frothyly: "Brother, I have all the goods in my house, no size, high-definition, and there are many repeat customers."

Di Que stretched his neck and flipped through the pages, feeling that the cover didn't look too fresh, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

With a sudden thought, he remembered the moment when Shang Shiyao and Meng Fan were entangled, so he asked mysteriously in a low voice, "Is there any difference?"

"Brother, it's all here. We have everything we need, and we can't find anything more complete." The man made a bitter face, pretending to be pitiful with Di Que.

Di Que rolled his eyes and said clearly, "Are they all women?"

"...Oh!" The man suddenly realized, looked at Di Que again, sneaked out a few disks from behind and stuffed them into Di Que's hands, covered his mouth and said, "The ones who just arrived are all beautiful Japanese boys."

The young man on the cover has white and tender skin, soft waist, and his legs are open with his eyes covered. When Di Que saw it, he looked a little seductive.

In an instant, he seemed to have opened up a new world, and the realm of enjoyment seemed to have broadened a lot.

Di Que snorted, and was about to ask how much it was, when two people ran out from behind and slapped the person selling CDs, shouting: "The city management is here!" and swished past Di Que.

The man also trembled, quickly closed the order, and ran away in a panic.

As soon as I aroused my interest, I ran away...

Di Que stood alone on the side of the street, and when the cool wind blew, he felt extremely desolate.

In the end, he tossed and tossed all night, but failed to meet his basic physical needs, so he returned to Shang Shi Yao's home listlessly.

When the door was opened, the room was pitch black.

Di Que thought that Shang Shiyao had gone out, but suddenly found a spot of light flickering on and off in the dark space, which was a bit scary.

He hurriedly turned on the light, only to see Shang Shiyao sitting silently on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

"Ah! I was scared to death! Why don't you turn on the lights at home if you have nothing to do!"

When Di Que saw Shang Shiyao suddenly, he was startled and couldn't help but yelled.

Shang Shiyao looked up to see Di Que, put out his cigarette with a sullen face, and stood up.

"Hey?" Di Que saw that Shang Shiyao's expression was not right, and hurriedly took two steps back.

When Shang Shiyao didn't smile or speak, he felt too oppressive, and Di Que couldn't help feeling guilty when he was watched, and looked away.

"What did you do this afternoon?" Shang Shiyao said in a deep voice.

When Di Que heard that Shang Shiyao's tone was wrong, he was puzzled, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to close the door when he left for the last time today. He was so excited that he instinctively ran out.

Shang Shiyao ran two steps with long legs and caught up with Di Que. He grabbed his shoulder with one hand and brought him back, and slammed the door shut with the other. His tall body blocked Di Que between the door and himself. between the bodies.

"Why?" Di Que raised his head and took a closer look, and Shang Shiyao's eyes turned blue.

Shang Shiyao looked at him with the look of wanting to eat him alive, and when Di Que contacted him, he guessed seven or eight points in his heart.

It's over, it must have been discovered that he was spying on the two of them in the afternoon...