Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Chen Nansong said don't make him wait too long because he was afraid that he would be too bored, so he asked Zhou Qingyan to hurry up and chat with him.In the front yard of the villa, Chen Bei and the others are soaking in the hot spring, and in the back yard, there are only two people in the small room.

When Chen Nansong came out of the shower room, Zhou Qingyan happened to open the door.

"You are too slow." Chen Nansong wiped the hair on the top of his head twice, and sat down on the chair next to him.

The chairs in this place are also hot, the room is full of heat, and the glass is all frosted, so you can't see the outside clearly.

Chen Nansong, who had just taken a shower, was covered with water vapor again.

"I'll go in first, wait for me, soon." After Zhou Qingyan entered, Chen Nansong was still thinking about why he was in such a hurry.

The temperature on the ground seems to be higher. Chen Nansong was lying on his back like a pancake, his face was flushed from the heat, and his eyes were filled with mist. He was staring at the chandelier above his head to see when the lamp would be smashed. down.

Pushing the small door, Zhou Qingyan was shocked when he saw the people on the ground, and slapped Chen Nansong's calf twice with his foot.

"It's cooked." Zhou Qingyan sat on the chair and laughed.

The hair that had just been washed was dried in an instant. Chen Nansong's hair was hot, and the bathrobe on his body was not covered tightly. The bruises on the thighs were clearly visible. In addition to his original scars, Zhou Qingyan could see Distressed.

He stroked his leg up with his hand, and Chen Nansong smiled for a long time.

"You're itchy too." Zhou Qingyan stopped and looked at him.

"Everyone itches in this kind of place." Chen Nansong turned his head and stared at him. After watching for about 3 minutes, the air was quiet. In a certain second, he suddenly asked, "If you can't find me today Nah."

Zhou Qingyan looked into his eyes, "No."

The air was quiet for a few more seconds, "It's so hot." Chen Nansong suddenly turned over and sat up.

He faced Zhou Qingyan, crossed his legs and sat on his lap, the two of them were facing each other, and Chen Nansong lowered his head and pressed his forehead against him.

When Zhou Qingyan's fingers stroked into his hair, the temperature inside was a little hot.

The distance between the lips is like a tug-of-war, one side moves forward, and when they are about to touch each other, they pull away from each other, rubbing back and forth, but they don't press up.

The hot air on both sides was entangled with each other, and with the sultry air, the two of them were about to melt together with the steam.

"Going inside?" Zhou Qingyan untied his bathrobe when he asked, the man was hot all over, and so was he himself.

"Nothing." Chen Nansong wasn't completely stupid yet.

When Zhou Qingyan took out the |set| from his pocket, Chen Nansong raised his eyebrows, "Do you take this thing with you?"

"Didn't you just say not to make you wait too long?" Zhou Qingyan smiled.

"That's not what I meant." Chen Nansong's shoulders shook slightly with a smile, "Forget it, just take it as what I meant."

There is a glass room next to the sauna room, the space is not big, only three people can sit, the temperature inside is set a little higher, and the glass is wetted by steam and covered with water stains.

When Chen Nansong slapped it with his palm, the glass shook a few times, and his body also trembled slightly. The handprints on the glass were drawn from the center to the bottom, and the shape was violently wiped out with the growl in the small room.

The small room was full of panting sounds, Zhou Qingyan leaned against him from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, pressed his lips against his earlobe and kept grinding, making Chen Nansong tremble.

Warmth and messy shapes flowed through each pane, and the steam on them mixed with exhaled breath.

Chen Nansong's back legs were a little weak, and the skins of both of them were hot. Zhou Qingyan wiped the wet bangs on Chen Nansong's forehead, and pressed them down again with a strong force.

Zhou Qingyan is not so gentle only at this time, but Chen Nansong likes it very much.

The wooden chair creaked, and the scuffle ended when Chen Nansong clenched his fists and moaned.

Chen Nansong sat on him panting heavily, his body was covered in sweat or water, his head was stuffed in Zhou Qingyan's shoulder, "It's so fucking cool."

Zhou Qingyan smiled for a long time, "Go take a bath."

"Okay, you clean it up." After Chen Nansong finished speaking, he took the bathrobe on the floor and ran away, leaving Zhou Qingyan alone to clean up the residue on the scene like a cleaner.

There were no windows in the room, neither of them had a mobile phone, and neither of them knew what time it was.When I opened the door and went out, a gust of cold wind blew over and made me shiver. It felt like I had just stepped out of the fire and stepped into the ice cellar.

The nights in the suburbs are always very quiet. On a snowy day, every step on the foot brings echoes. The moon is particularly bright at night. Chen Nansong really wants to move a chair to lie down and watch the moon, but a gust of wind blows at night. Come over and trot coldly and drill into the house.

In an instant, he returned from the ice cellar to the heating room.

"It's probably going to cause a cold." Zhou Qingyan pushed Chen Nansong's shoulders and walked upstairs, "Go to sleep, all..." He glanced at the clock in the living room, "It's three o'clock..."

"It's so late, and we've been doing|too long...uh...sister." Chen Nansong was halfway speaking, and Chen Xin narrowed her eyes and just walked out of the room.

She yawned, "Why did you two go, it's so late." She was still reluctant to open her eyes.

"We... fell asleep in the sauna." Chen Nan Matsu subconsciously made up an excuse.

"Okay, go to sleep, I..." Another yawn, "I'll drink some water."

"By the way." Chen Xin suddenly said again, "Pay attention to moderation, you are not young, let's make up your body."

Chen Nansong: "..."

As soon as the door of the two people's room was closed, Chen Nansong fell on the bed and looked at the bed next to him with a smile, "Does Mr. Zhou need to mend his body?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Qingyan went to bed and covered the quilt and turned to look at him.

"According to the actual operation, I don't think it's necessary." Chen Nansong also lay down after finishing speaking.

The torment was too much during the day, and the two of them slept until 12:30 noon, and they didn't wake up until Chen Bei yelled and knocked on the door.

Zhou Qingyan got up and opened the door, and Chen Bei stood at the door shaking his big spoon, "My ancestors, did you two fuck | all night yesterday? The sun is shining on your buttocks."

Chen Nansong groaned for a long time before sitting up, and Chen Bei leaned against the door, "How's it going? Are you going to the hospital?"

"What hospital are you going to? Let me sleep a little longer." Chen Nansong fell down again.

Chen Bei dragged him to the ground by pulling his arms, "I've cooked a whole table of dishes, you fucking get up for me!"

"Okay." Chen Nansong dragged his throat, and walked towards the bathroom with his eyes closed, accompanied by a dying tone.

When they went downstairs, a few people gathered around the table and had already prepared the dishes. Chen Bei stood beside him holding a spoon and introduced the dishes one by one.

"This is braised duck feet, raised in the village next door."

"This is steamed fish, it's still jumping in the lake this morning."

"This is stir-fried seasonal vegetables. They are raised in Uncle Zhang's vegetable garden. They are absolutely artificially raised. All the nutrition comes from fertilization. It is said that the cow dung next door..."

"Shut up!" Chen Nansong knew what the bastard was going to say later, so he quickly choked him.

"Cough...this is a multigrain steamed bun. I kneaded the dough all afternoon, and I kneaded it with my hands..."

"Let's eat, let's eat!" Chen Xin interrupted, took a steamed bun and gnawed it in his mouth, looked up at Chen Bei pretending to be dazed, "Don't stand still, eat."

Aggrieved, Chen Bei insisted on holding back his words.

It snowed again in the middle of the night last night, and a thick layer had accumulated on the door rail. Before cleaning it up, Chen Bei was standing in the courtyard with a big broom from the backyard, ready to sweep the snow away. Fei Le dragged him by his thigh. If you want, you have to have a snowball fight.

"How can we just fight? Can you beat me?" He swung the broom in Chen Bei's hand like a golden cudgel.

"I'm looking for someone to help, what are you in a hurry for?" Fei Le rushed into the room and forcefully pulled Zhou Qingyan up who was sitting on a chair chatting. Chen Nansong looked at him through the glass and smiled.

"Teacher, help me." Fei Le squatted on the ground with his butt pouted and squeezed a snowball in his hand.

The new snow and the old snow are mixed together, and the snowballs made by kneading are very hard, and it hurts to hit the body.

That guy Chen Bei held a snowball in one hand and threw it to both sides, hitting his head with snowflakes. In the end, he couldn't beat it. He took a basin in the corner and shoveled the snowball full of snow towards Zhou Qingyan's head. Chen Nansong in the room laughed. He kept shaking his chair and almost leaned over.

"Nan Song." Chen Xin sat cross-legged on the sofa, "It's been so many years, this is the first time my sister sees you so happy."

Chen Nansong didn't speak, and looked back at his sister, then turned to stare outside again.

"I hope you will always be happy." Chen Xin said, "Although I can't help you much."

"You don't need to help me. If you live your life well, I can feel at ease. Just give you more food for me during the New Year." Chen Nansong turned his head and looked like a ruffian again.

"Fei Le! If you bully me again, I'll call someone!" Chen Beigang finished speaking, and a snowball hit him in the mouth, "Nan Song! Come out!"

Chen Nansong laughed for a long time, "I'll help him."

Chen Bei was almost buried by two people. One person threw a handful of snow on him, and the snow was rolled flat by him.

"Here we come." Chen Nansong put on his gloves, grabbed the snow on the ground and threw it at Zhou Qingyan.

The man froze for a moment, ate his mouth full of snow, smiled for a long time, and took a half step back, "Brother Song, look this way."

A snowball hit Chen Nansong's neck, and he shivered from the ice, shook the snow off his body a few times, and shouted with a smile, "You murdered your husband."

The neat snow on the ground was smashed and scattered in all directions. The four people were covered in snowflakes, only the face was still recognizable.

"Are you still coming?" Chen Nansong lay flat on the snow, his limbs drew circles, and a layer of snowflakes flew up, all of which fell on Zhou Qingyan's body.

Zhou Qingyan lay beside him, looked at the sky and smiled, "How old are you?"

"Three years old, I can't be around anymore." Chen Nansong smiled happily, "Aren't you an otaku? Your sister's judgment of you is a bit poor."

"Not much difference." Zhou Qingyan said.

"Which otaku knows everything about going up and down the mountain and playing snowballs by pulling other people's collars?" Chen Nansong stared at the top of his head and laughed.

"I didn't do these things before." Zhou Qingyan said.

"Now you suddenly figured it out?" Chen Nansong laughed.

"You said before that I can find someone and change a little for him. If I'm happy, I can continue to change a little more." Zhou Qingyan's mouth flew upwards.

"I feel like I found it." Zhou Qingyan said.