flicker, then flicker

Chapter 39

After Yan Ming got off work, he rushed to the place, pushed open the door of the private room with one hand, and was almost burnt by the thick smoke blowing on his face.

A rather large box was shrouded in billowing smoke, and when illuminated by dazzling lights, the whole room looked like a coiled silk hole, and the people inside were chatting in twos and threes, in Yan Ming's eyes, it looked like a meeting of goblins.

"Here." Zhong Rui waved to the door, and moved his ass to the side to make room for him.

Hang Zhe chatted with Chang Nian sideways, resting his elbows on the top of the sofa so he couldn't see anyone coming in. He didn't realize that the subject was standing in front of him until he felt a shadow over his head, and his eyes fell on his hand holding the cigarette .

Yan Ming only paused for a second before retracting his eyes. He sat down and greeted Zhong Rui and the others, and turned his head to find that Hang Zhe had quickly choked out his cigarette.

"I didn't give it to you," Zhong Rui was sharp once in a while, and hurriedly disregarded the relationship, and took revenge for being teased just now, "He also laughed at me for quitting smoking, sister-in-law, take care of him."

Yan Ming smiled, and said cooperatively: "Go back and treat him." But one hand quietly pinched Hang Zhe's wrist and stroked it twice, and then he was caught and pressed tightly in a place where others could not see.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, Shengshi finished the last game of the regular season last week, and the points are hovering on the edge of the playoffs. All the games in the same division ended last night, and both games were upset. playoffs.

"The kids are having a good time," Zhong Rui explained with half-closed eyes, "It's the first time for the little soil turtles to make it to the playoffs, so please bear with me."

Having said that, Zhong Rui didn't hold back his emotions, and couldn't hide the flickering light in his eyes. Yan Ming was also happy for him. He picked up Hang Zhe's wine glass on the table and touched Zhong Rui. , The glass is filled with boiled water.

... Smoking a cigarette and drinking white water, you are a bit interesting.

Hang Zhe also squeezed his palm quietly, and leaned into his ear and hissed in a low voice.

That afternoon, a group of half-drunk people didn't make it to dinner, and they made a fuss about going to supper. Hang Zhe took the people out early on the excuse that he had to go to work the next day.

After returning home, the two went straight to the bathroom, wanting to wash off the goblin smell, but Yan Ming missed the opportunity when he answered the phone, and when he came out of the wash, the bedroom was already empty.

The kitchen light was on, and a large pot of water was bubbling on the stove. Hang Zhe lowered his head to chop chopped green onions, and suddenly felt his waist tighten, and someone hugged him from behind.

"How do you know I'm hungry." Yan Ming hugged him and rubbed against him, so scared that Hang Zhe stopped quickly.

"Look at the knife-pointing baby," Hang Zhe turned his head and kissed him, "I lost two fingers with this knife."

"It's gone, it's gone," Yan Ming said intentionally, "It smells like smoke, so don't worry about it."

"No way," Hang Zhe put down the knife, put his hand under his nose and sniffed, "I've washed it three times."

"I'll smell it." Yan Ming took his hand, moved closer, and suddenly stretched out his tongue to lick a water mark along the gap between his fingers.

...I see you are not hungry.

Hang Zhe turned off the fire, turned around and pressed the restless man on the desk, pressed his fingers into his mouth, and fiddled with the demon tongue just now with his fingertips.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yan Ming originally thought that he was in a bad mood after meeting the father and son, and tried to comfort him, but in the end, he was treated as an outlaw, and reluctantly mumbled two words out of his mouth.

Hang Zhe didn't need to hear clearly to know which two words he said. He lowered his head and bit the earlobe of the person under him, and his hoarse voice was filled with deep desire: "Then you should lick your own hand."

The supper was decidedly unfinished, Yan Ming could clearly feel his licked fingers sticking into his back, and returned the saliva in an extremely unscrupulous way, his face flushed involuntarily.

After all, it is not the place to do such things, Yan Ming hooked his neck and begged in a low voice: "Change to another place..."

Holding his hips, Hang Zhe hugged him to the bed in this position, stripped him clean in twos and then bullied him.

Others only think about lust when they are full. Yan Ming didn't know how the two of them could be so energetic when they were hungry. At the end of the toss, he had no strength at all, so he had to beg Hang Zhe to come out quickly and give himself a good time.

I only did it once that night. Hang Zhe still remembered that he said he was hungry before. After cleaning up for him, he touched the corners of his reddened eyes, put on his clothes and went to deal with the forgotten noodles.

Yan Ming was satiated by the service, and he wasn't sleepy at all at the moment. He clicked on WeChat, and just happened to meet Zhong Rui sending out red envelopes in the group. After sending it out, I received a private chat from Zhong Rui.

Zhong Rui: Are you still asleep?

Zhong Rui: Did Brother Yue fool you back again and treat you like this?

It wasn't exactly right, but it was a good guess. Yan Ming was in a daze and didn't know what to do. His hands were empty, and someone snatched his phone.

Hang Zhe pressed the voice button: Don't ask about the couple if you are single.

Zhong Rui was rather annoyed: Who said I was single? !

Yan Ming looked at Hang Zhe in surprise, and gossip ignited in his eyes: "He and Art...?"

Hang Zhe was about to ask, but the other party sent another one.

"I am a single nobleman!"

Hang Zhe was too lazy to fight a language lawsuit with him, so he locked the screen and put the phone aside, asking casually: "Are you going to be on vacation next week? Do you need to buy something when you go home? What do uncles and aunts like? I have time to prepare for you."

In fact, when Hang Zhe was smoking a cigarette in the afternoon, he recalled it. Although Yan Ming's mother resolutely expressed her disapproval, she felt a little too calm after thinking about it. The son called back, and it would be more effective to put pressure on his son, so Hang Zhe boldly guessed that the purpose of her visit may not be what she said——

On the contrary, it has the taste of some testers.

"You don't need to buy anything," Yan Ming thought for a while, "she doesn't need anything."

"Liu Xiaoyan sent a bunch of things to my mother today, and I told him not to send them. Our aunt came home early this year, and my mother doesn't know how to deal with those."

"You heard it last time. She doesn't know how to cook. It feels like my mother's talent tree doesn't have a column for cooking."

Yan Ming babbled, and came up sleepy while talking, and fell asleep with his pillow on Hang Zhe's shoulder. Hang Zhe opened his eyes and pondered for most of the night, and had a plan in his mind.

Early the next morning, Hang Zhe called Liu Xiaoyan and asked for the address of Yan Ming's parents' home, and then went to Hang Xiaoyun's place to ask for some of the ingredients she treasured. Before leaving, his sister joked that he had never seen his son-in-law bring these things to his door. .

"No way," Hang Zhe didn't know what to do, "their family doesn't lack anything, let's try."

Yan Ming's mother also didn't sleep well last night, and she was also anxious and uneasy. It is said that this matter is a big deal in anyone's family, but she is a well-educated woman of the new era, and she is forced to break up the two of them by acting like a feudal patriarch. Firstly, she couldn't do it by herself, and secondly, based on her understanding of her son, this method didn't work at all, and in the end she had to give in.

That's why she went directly to the other party, but she regretted it after she found it. If the other party really obediently broke up with Yan Ming, then her stupid son might be very sad, but if the other party didn't Listen, the two continue like this...then she has to continue to struggle.

She suddenly found that there was no solution to this matter, no matter which way, whether the injury was mild or severe, there seemed to be only one result in the end...

After worrying all morning, seeing the time to make lunch, she walked into the kitchen, feeling even more worried.That child Liu Xiaoyan sent a lot of good things, but she couldn't make them at all, and was planning to find some recipes online for reference, when she suddenly heard someone ring the doorbell.

Hang Zhe actually arrived here early in the morning, but he didn't expect that this is a villa area. Without the owner's permission, the security guard on the gate would not let him enter at all.

He walked half a circle around the outer wall, the wall was not high, but there was a layer of net hanging on it, and he didn't know if there was electricity or not, not to mention that he had two big bags in his hand.

He waited at the door for a long time, and finally took advantage of the security guard opening the door to chat with people and didn't pay attention, and quickly followed the people in front of him to sneak in. After searching twice according to the house number, he finally found the place.

"Why is it you?" Yan Ming's mother never expected that this person would dare to come to the door carrying things.

"Come in and talk."

After all, she failed to drive people away directly. After entering the door, Hang Zhe asked her politely where the kitchen was. After getting the answer, he put all the things there, and said he wanted to leave after putting it away.

"Take your things back." Yan's mother felt uncomfortable in her heart, which made it seem like a new son-in-law came to the door.

"You keep it," Hang Zhe is not stupid, he has already made an excuse, "It's Yan Ming's favorite food, you can make it for him during the Chinese New Year."

... Then I have to know it too.

After Hang Zhe left, Yan's mother was fascinated by the pile of ingredients, winter bamboo shoots, bacon, fish lips, and some things she couldn't recognize. Her son likes to eat these?

When she stepped out of the kitchen door, she suddenly realized that what the other party wanted to give was definitely not these things.

Open the door, the person who said to leave just now is still standing at the door.

The author has something to say: the main text of the next chapter is over, and the ending of Art and Noah will be discussed in the side story.