shallow affection

"What's delicious?" Jian Qingli supported the bar with both hands, staring at Fang Mingzhan intently.

Fang Mingzhan took out a box of pan-fried chicken breasts and a bowl of prawn porridge from the refrigerator, and turned on the microwave.

"Not for me?" Jian Qingli's tone sounded frustrated.

Fang Mingzhan said flatly, "Are you still not full after eating so much at the door?"

"I want to eat what you made." Jian Qingli walked around the bar and squeezed into the not-so-spacious kitchen.He opened the refrigerator, saw two tomatoes, took them out with a look of surprise, and begged: "Fang Mingzhan, mix a tomato for me to eat."

Fang Mingzhan had a cold face impatiently, the warm yellow light made the shadows of his eyelashes long, and his sharp lips were tightly pressed.He was silent for two seconds, and took the tomato.

After the chicken breast and prawn porridge were heated, Jian Qingli brought the plate to the dining table, leaned over to smell the aroma, and asked, "Did you cook it or buy it?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't answer, put the tomatoes in boiling water and scalded them, then peeled off the skin quickly.

Jian Qingli took a spoon, took a sip of the porridge, tasted it, and praised Fang Mingzhan's cooking skills after eating.

At this time, Fang Mingzhan had already cut the tomatoes and was mixing white sugar. Hearing this, he scoffed and said, "This is takeaway."

Jian Qingli didn't feel embarrassed if he flattered her wrongly, and said persistently: "Well, I praise you for controlling the heating time just right."

Fang Mingzhan put the mixed tomatoes in the refrigerator to cool down, washed his hands and came to the dining table.Jian Qingli had already filled the porridge for him and set the table and chopsticks.

The two sat facing each other, eating dinner in silence, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room reflected the colorful lights in the distance, and a false sense of warmth permeated the air.

Jian Qingli's slender shadow was cast on the marble table, stretching all the way to Fang Mingzhan. Fang Mingzhan drank his porridge with his head down, so he inevitably bumped into the light gray line and stared blankly.

The shadow moved suddenly, Fang Mingzhan raised his head, and saw Jian Qingli biting the spoon between his teeth, looking around for something.He put down his chopsticks and got up to bring a box of tissues.

Jian Qingli took a hand to wipe his hands, looked at him with a smile, and said thank you vaguely.

After eating, Fang Mingzhan threw the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and simply cleaned up the cooking table.When he was busy, Jian Qingli dangled around him with light steps, like a cat or a butterfly, not annoying.

The fruit after the meal is white sugar tomato. Many people think it is too sweet and unhealthy, but Jian Qingli is very obsessed with this taste.When he was a child, his family’s economic conditions were not good. Every summer, the fruit he ate most to relieve the heat was tomatoes.In addition to slicing and dressing, his mother sometimes throws the whole tomato fruit into the pot, boils it until it is semi-soft, digs a small hole in the top after taking it out, sprinkles a little sugar, and puts it in the refrigerator to refrigerate.When Jian Qingli returned home sweating profusely after playing the swings in the park, he found a straw and drank sweet and sour tomato juice.

Later, Ye Xiang accepted Fang Yulang's funding, and Jian Qingli's living conditions improved accordingly. In summer, all kinds of expensive fruits moved into his house, but the shadow of sugar tomatoes was gone forever.

So when Jian Qingli opened the refrigerator and saw the same food as in his childhood memory, he couldn't help laughing: "Fang Mingzhan, you are so kind to me."

Fang Mingzhan said: "I do charity."

He has never been able to learn Jian Qingli's way of sticking it on like a dog's skin plaster, and talking to him in a familiar tone, as if the four years of separation are paper, which can be pierced with a little finger.

Jian Qingli ate a few mouthfuls, but suddenly felt restless and wanted to feed Fang Mingzhan.Fang Mingzhan frowned and tasted a little, and Jian Qingli immediately said as if playing a prank, "It was an indirect kiss."

He laughed heartily, Fang Mingzhan hesitated for a second, those thorny words slipped away from his lips.

If it wasn't for being interrupted by the ringing of the phone, Jian Qingli probably would have kept making fun of him.

Fang Mingzhan bent down to pick up the phone, and found that the caller was displayed as "Mom", and subconsciously glanced at Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli's smile was still there, but the lines at the corners of his eyes were a little stiff. He walked into the kitchen with the plate, leaving Fang Mingzhan a lonely back.

Fang Mingzhan originally planned to answer the phone on the balcony, but after thinking about it, he thought it was unnecessary.

"Hello, Mingzhan, are you busy?" Yang Tong's voice came from the receiver.

"No," Fang Mingzhan asked, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Yang Tong was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, just ask about your situation. I heard from your Uncle Tan that you are busy these days and work late every day."

"Well," Fang Mingzhan paused for a while, and then added, "It's not that exaggerated."

"Then pay attention to your body and don't get tired."

"Okay, you too." Fang Mingzhan couldn't express the more intimate exhortation.

Yang Tong obviously didn't make the call to chat about family affairs. After a few gossips, she said: "By the way, I heard that Ge Yiyi handed in her graduation project in advance and is going back to China soon. Do you have any impression of her? Last time Your uncle's house has a party, you've seen it before."

In the past four years, this kind of dialogue has happened so many times that Fang Mingzhan's ears are callused, from the initial resistance to the current numbness.

"She used to be in the same elementary school as you, so there is a lot of fate. When she comes back, you can contact her."

Yang Tong knew the truth that things must be reversed at extremes, and he would not really push his son into a hurry.Judging from the experience of the past six months, although Fang Mingzhan dealt with the girl she introduced very perfunctorily, and in the end it was nothing, but after all, he did not disobey her intentions.She held out hope that, in time, the relationship between mother and son would be warmed up.

To her surprise, this time Fang Mingzhan's response was very cold, "I don't have any impression, let's talk about it."

Yang Tong was stunned.In the past, although Fang Mingzhan did not hide his boredom, out of respect, he would not refute his face like this. Unexpectedly, he has only returned to China for a week, and he has completely changed.

Fang Mingzhan waited for a while, and there was only a "clang" sound from the receiver, as if something had been knocked over.He said: "That's it, Mom, I'll hang up first, take care of yourself."

On the other side of the ocean, Yang Tong dropped his mobile phone, walked around in a panic under the chandelier, and cursed: "A wolf-hearted thing! Just like his old man!"

Fang Mingzhan could probably guess Yang Tong's reaction. She had an attack four years ago, hysterically scolding Fang Mingzhan for "eating the inside out" and "breaking her heart" just like his shameless father.Long ago, in Fang Mingzhan's childhood, Yang Tong's character was even weirder than now, sensitive, fragile and neurotic, sometimes caring for him, and sometimes beating and scolding him for no reason.

But Fang Mingzhan never really hated her, after all, blood is thicker than water, and Yang Tong, like him, is a victim of a failed marriage.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of rushing water, Jian Qingli was washing the dishes.After a while, he shook off the drops of water from his hand and approached Fang Mingzhan. He looked very interested and asked, "What's your mother's phone number?"

Fang Mingzhan was noncommittal, but issued an order to evict the guests: "I have eaten the meal, you can go."

Jian Qingli opened his eyes wide, with a naive surprise on his face, he pouted, feeling aggrieved: "I didn't come here just to eat."

"Then what else do you want to do?"

Jian Qingli smiled, took one or two steps, and touched Fang Mingzhan's toes.Fang Mingzhan stared at him from a close distance, and found that Jian Qingli's pupils were very dark, slightly larger than ordinary people's, looking deep and pitiful, as if hiding many secrets.

He grabbed Fang Mingzhan's clothes with his two long-knuckle hands, as if he wanted to say something serious to him, but instead he stuck out his tongue, slowly licked it around his lower lip, and said with a smile: " Me, I want to eat something else."

Such an obscene and stimulating hint, almost no one can resist.Fang Mingzhan's lower abdomen felt hot, he squeezed Jian Qingli's chin, and said calmly, "So hungry?"

Jian Qingli just smiled, and lightly brushed Fang Mingzhan's collarbone with her fingertips through the sweater.

Fang Mingzhan pushed him away: "Take a bath first."

"Let's go together." Jian Qingli said immediately.Seeing that Fang Mingzhan had no intention of stopping, he followed him up to the second floor.

When he came last time, he only walked around the first floor. This time, he realized that the space on the second floor is not small. In addition to the master bedroom, there is also a study room, a dedicated home theater, and a treadmill and dumbbells. small room.

Fang Mingzhan's bedroom is very simply furnished, presumably there are many things still left in the original home, and there are almost no traces of life here.

Jian Qingli sat in the computer chair, turned around, and whistled happily.Fang Mingzhan ignored the guest, took off his watch and walked into the bathroom first.

Jian Qingli walked here, touched there, and soon saw a photo frame placed in the corner of the desk, with an old photo inside. In the photo, Fang Mingzhan was wearing a bachelor's uniform, smiling at the school gate.

He's never liked the camera, but in this photo he's happy and relaxed.Jian Qingli remembers very clearly that at that time Fang Mingzhan rejected the old man's request to work in the family business and got a good job in a large Internet company. The company I work for is closer.

That day was June [-]rd, and a week later, the old man suffered a cerebral hemorrhage at Ye Xiang's home, and the rescue failed, and he passed away. Another week later, Jian Qingli and Fang Mingzhan fell out, and they haven't seen each other for four years.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually died down. Jian Qingli stood up and turned the door lock—it was open.

When he entered, Fang Mingzhan had just finished showering and was tying the belt of his nightgown.

Jian Qingli was stepping on the water with bare feet. The buttons of his blue jeans had been unbuttoned and hung loosely on his hip bones. The dense water vapor floated and flowed, landing on his black hair.He was a charming little fairy who came from the mist, clasped Fang Mingzhan's shoulders, and wanted to kiss him.

Fang Mingzhan didn't move at first, but when Jian Qingli's lips were about to touch him, he turned slightly to the left and avoided it.

So Jian Qingli kissed his face, and then kissed the stubble on his chin.Fang Mingzhan took a step back, sat down on the edge of the bathtub, rolled his Adam's apple, and gave Jian Qingli a suggestive look.

Jian Qingli smiled knowingly, knelt between Fang Mingzhan's legs, untied his not-so-tight nightgown, touched his abdominal muscles, then took his half-hard penis in his mouth, and licked it vigorously.

The sound of swallowing reverberated in the bathroom, and the sound of panting became heavy and rapid. Fang Mingzhan lowered his head, and through a few strands of swaying hair, he could see Jian Qingli's moist eyes and blush cheeks.

He straightened his back, Jian Qingli let out a "huh", and two drops of crystal tears were forced out. He leaned his neck back and gave Fang Mingzhan a reproachful look.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Mingzhan asked.

Jian Qingli's mouth was full, and a little transparent body fluid flowed down the corner of his mouth. He nodded and said something vaguely, but Fang Mingzhan understood.

He said that the mouth below also wanted to eat.

Fang Mingzhan stood up, grabbed his hair and began to thrust.Jian Qingli seemed to be in pain, frowning and screaming.Fang Mingzhan was very upset, but stopped, and instead supported the back of his head, he continued to move violently.

Jian Qingli closed her eyelids, opened her mouth wide, and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes intermittently.He unzipped his trousers and stretched out his hand to comfort his little brother, but after a few strokes he was too uncomfortable to care about, so he hugged Fang Mingzhan's thigh.

The bathroom was getting hotter and hotter, and the air was getting thinner and stuffier.Fang Mingzhan withdrew from Jian Qingli's mouth and sprinkled the warm semen on the wall.He still remembered that shooting down his throat would make Jian Qingli uncomfortable.

Jian Qingli lay weakly on the edge of the bathtub, as if there was a broken bellows in her chest, and her panting was very turbid.

After a while, Fang Mingzhan turned on the shower to rinse, and asked Jian Qingli, "Do you want the lower mouth?"

Maybe it was just released, his voice was not as deep and cold as usual, and there was even a hint of ridicule in the question.

"More, will Mr. Fang give it?" Jian Qingli supported the sink and stood up, taking two staggering steps.He stood firmly opposite Fang Mingzhan, took off his jacket quickly, and generously peeled off his jeans and underpants, kicked his long legs a few times, and kicked away a pile of fabric that fell on his ankles.

Fang Mingzhan stared at the naked man in front of him. Jian Qingli's body was still as beautiful as it was four years ago. There were a few faint abdominal muscles on the flat lower abdomen, and an unsatisfied penis stood up between the sparse hair.

"Give me 10 minutes and wash it off." He smiled at Fang Mingzhan, and walked to the shower. The water quickly wet the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and the nipples, and penetrated into the crevice of the buttocks between.Fang Mingzhan looked at it for a while, then turned and left.When he was about to go out, he kicked Jian Qingli's jeans, and then found a small paper corner protruding from the trouser pocket, which looked like a business card from the appearance.

He bent down to pick it up, and sure enough, there was a contact information of a man named He Cen on it.

Jian Qingli took a bath with his back facing him, and didn't know anything about Fang Mingzhan's pause, only heard a soft knock on the door, knowing that someone had gone out.He washed it carefully, pinched the water droplets from his hair, wrapped it in a towel and opened the glass door.

The bedroom was very dark, only a small cold light on the wall was on. Fang Mingzhan was sitting on the head of the bed, thinking about something, looking a little fierce.

Jian Qingli wiped off the water from the soles of her feet on the carpet, and went to bed clutching the towel that was crumbling.Fang Mingzhan cast his gaze on him, it was cold, sharp, mixed with a little helplessness.

Jian Qingli spread her knees, straddled his lap, shook her butt through the cotton towel, rubbed Fang Mingzhan's penis, and asked with concern: "Boss Fang, are you in a bad mood?"

Fang Mingzhan was speechless, and after a while, he asked, "Who is He Cen?" He raised his right hand, holding a business card between his fingers, and held it far away as if worried that Jian Qingli would snatch it.

"A director, my subject today." Jian Qingli smiled and replied casually while stroking Fang Mingzhan's chest and abdominal muscles.He suddenly jumped forward, pressed Fang Mingzhan tightly with his upper body, and asked next to his ear, "Are you jealous?"

Fang Mingzhan tugged at the corner of his mouth in disdain, and folded the delicate business card forcefully.The business card is made of high-quality cardboard, which is very stiff and bent into a V shape.

"Don't be jealous," Jian Qingli rolled her eyes and said lively, "Do you remember Xiang Tingzhou who had dinner with me that day? He still wants to sleep with you. Look, I'm not even jealous. I think-"

His voice faltered, and after a few seconds, it turned into hasty gasps and groans.Fang Mingzhan held He Cen's business card, like holding a pencil, and stabbed and sketched Jian Qingli's pale pink breasts.

Jian Qingli couldn't stop panting, the bath towel around her waist had long since come loose, and her erect penis was raised high, facing Fang Mingzhan's navel.He was excited and hot, his arms were barely propped by his sides, and his fingertips were trembling on the slippery silk sheets.

The business card with a black background and dark gold hot text made his chest red and swollen, especially the two milk beads, like the shy and deep red stamens in the middle of peach blossoms in early spring.

Fang Mingzhan saw a pair of eyes indulging in lust, he was staring at himself firmly, yearning for pleasure, maybe there was something else, his eyes became shallow and then deep, like the changing projection of a swaying flower branch in the sunlight.

He lifted Jian Qingli from his legs. Unexpectedly, Jian Qingli fell limply on the bed next to the wall, rubbing the sheets with his knees, trying to straighten his body. At this time, Fang Mingzhan said: "Lie down .”

Jian Qingli was very obedient, and immediately stopped moving. He rubbed Fang Mingzhan's forearm with his cheek, and asked excitedly and expectantly: "Spank? Is brother going to teach me a lesson?"

Fang Mingzhan kept a cold face and did not answer. It was obvious that Jian Qingli had only grown in seduction in the past four years.He played with He Cen's business card and folded it in half again, making it a slender and hard cuboid.Then, he stretched out his hand unexpectedly and inserted the business card into Jian Qingli's narrow buttocks.

Jian Qingli called out, her voice extremely hoarse.

Fang Mingzhan did not soften his heart, he found the right place and inserted it more than ten times in a row. After 1 minute, Jian Qingli's wet acupuncture point became red and attractive, and he seemed to get a strange pleasure from the pain, groaning stand up.

Fang Mingzhan prodded and asked, "Did you enjoy being done by Director He?"

The business card is small in size and doesn't actually penetrate deeply, but the hard texture brings an extremely fresh experience, not to mention that Jian Qingli's sense of shame doubles when she thinks that it was He Cen's business card that fucked him.He slumped down on his own initiative, raised his butt even higher, buried his sweaty forehead on the pillow, and replied, "It's cool."

Fang Mingzhan seemed dissatisfied with his answer, his movement frequency slowed down, and he scratched once and for all.

Jian Qingli's desire has been fully mobilized, the fine and dense itching seemed to be eating away at his internal organs, he was sweating profusely, and felt extremely uncomfortable, liquid oozed from the top of his penis, and there was mud between his red and swollen buttocks, but Fang Mingzhan did not Ken gave him the antidote, but just teased him like a scratch.

Jian Qingli blushed anxiously, and begged: "I was wrong, it was my brother who fucked me..."

Fang Mingzhan remained silent, and after inserting it dozens of times, he threw away the business card, replaced it with a real knife and gun, broke off Jian Qingli's two buttocks, and pushed it in, and began to hit deeply and hard.

Jian Qingli screamed uncontrollably, and could no longer utter a complete sentence, only gasping and groaning incessantly, interspersed with one or two "woo woo" begging for mercy.

The lewd noises in the room did not subside until midnight.Jian Qingli ejaculated twice and nearly collapsed. Because of the sticky discomfort on her body, she forced herself to get out of bed and took a shower.Fang Mingzhan tore off the soiled sheets, put on a new one casually, wiped his body with a paper towel, and then lay down in the bed.

After taking a shower, Jian Qingli floated out of the bathroom—it really floated, her heels didn't leave the ground, her eyelids were listlessly drooping, as if she was about to fall asleep in a second.

He walked crookedly to the side of the bed, and when he lifted the quilt, he felt an opposite force resisting, so he slightly opened his eyelids.

Just looking at each other, Jian Qingli understood, he squeezed into bed regardless, and condemned wrongedly: "You still let me sleep in the guest room."

Fang Mingzhan looked at him for two seconds, turned sideways, let Jian Qingli get into his bed, and then turned off all the lights.

The strong smell of body fluids still permeated the room, and the two of them were lying not close to each other, breathing very smoothly.

Jian Qingli was drowsy, her mind was abnormally calm, and suddenly there was a ripple somewhere, so she blurted out without thinking: "I saw it, you still have the photo I took of you."

Fang Mingzhan responded after a while.In the dark night, his voice was very gentle, even a little sour: "The thing that was supposed to be thrown away was made by the movers."

"Cheat."

Fang Mingzhan didn't answer any more. After a while, the sound of breathing in his ears gradually became long and subtle.Jian Qingli fell asleep.