Dumb painter giants grudge

"You can't keep your nails so long in the future." He Shishen squatted on the edge of the bed and squeezed the other's hand.

Wen Rang nodded, He Shishen turned over the nail clippers, held the other's slender fingers, and carefully cut the other's nails.

"Just tell me if it hurts. I haven't cut anyone else's nails." He Shishen seemed to be concentrating on welding wire for a rocket.

Wen Rang sat on the edge of the bed, watching the hair twirling on the top of the other person's head, and was still immersed in the conjecture of how to comfort the other person better.

In fact, He Shishen was already dumbfounded.

After cutting off one hand soon, He Shishen pinched the base of the other's ring finger, "The skeleton is so small."

He Shishen held the other hand again, "There is such a small scar on the back of the hand, I didn't notice it before."

Wen Rang didn't quite remember either, it was probably left behind by that accident.

The nail clippings fell to the ground and the creases of He Shishen's clothes. He Shishen cut it very slowly, but no matter how slow he moved, Wen Rang only had five fingers.

He Shishen got up, patted the nail shavings on his body, put the nail clippers away and put them back where they were.

Everything... is so slow, Wen Rang has never felt that the other party's movements are so slow.

"Huh? What's the matter?" He Shishen stood by the door, "Are you going to sleep here tonight? Then, what about me?"

—————————Why did he neglect me?

————————Is he driving me away?

———————Is he still unhappy?

It's not right for Wen Rang to leave, and it's not good for him to stay. Could it be that He Shishen hasn't understood what he means?Anyway, I also threw myself into the arms.

"Sorry, I'm a little depressed tonight." He Shishen smiled with his eyes down, as if he was really apologetic.

Wen Rang gritted his teeth, got up and went over, took the other's hand, and carried him to the couch.

"What's wrong?" He Shishen looked at the other party holding him tightly, full of sense of accomplishment, "You don't need to comfort me, I will be fine tomorrow."

Wen Rang let go of the opponent's hand, put his palm on the opponent's abdomen, and walked to the right, the silky clothes seemed to flow through.

The palm rested on the opponent's chest, Wen Rang pushed hard, and He Shishen staggered and fell onto the couch.

"Huh?" He Shishen propped his elbows on the couch, looked up at the person in front of him.

Wen Rang's Adam's apple rolled twice, went to get on the couch, and half-kneeled between the opponent's lower limbs.

In the empty pajamas, He Shishen saw the beauty of the sky.

——————— Endurance.

--------hold on.

Wen Rang put his fingertips on the opponent's lips, walked straight down, and finally stopped at the opponent's Yue Kua.

"You..." He Shishen felt as if he was about to be imprisoned.

I thought it was a tiger eating, but it turned out to be lambstail grass.

Wen Rang imitated He Shishen's previous actions, gently chewing back on the other's neck, shoulders and lips, slurping and biting again.

"Hmph..." He Shishen's second bid was already inflated.

Wen Rang lifted the other party's skirt and was persistent in unbuttoning it.

————————Why is he so active?

—————————Why is he learning from me?

———————— He won’t miss me, will he?

———————— Am I going to be the next one?

His lower abdomen was a little itchy, and He Shishen looked at the slight ups and downs of the opponent's skull, and felt that he was about to be captured.

Wen Rang even thought that the other party couldn't get out of his grief, so he pinched He Shishen's palm in relief.

The month is over... He Shishen watched Wen Rang take off his white clothes, feeling that his situation was in jeopardy.

Wen Rang twisted his neck and sat on Ma Qi.

The situation is easy to change, but the attack position is difficult to change. He Shishen got up, put his right palm on the red ground, left palm on the opponent's back, and groped for the opponent's tattoo.

"I'm hungry." He Shishen swam across the opponent's two hills with his left hand.

Wen Rang hesitated, and hugged the other party's neck, "en."

"You don't need to comfort me so much, I'm fine." He Shishen put his mouth behind the other's ear and said, "I'm fine."

Wen Rang was too involved in the drama, I really thought this guy was talking irony.

He Shishen kissed Wen Rang from around his lips to the beads of his lips, and Wen Rang found the other party's murder weapon in an unskilled manner.

Sitting on top of each other, the space is not enough, after the murder weapon came out, it hit someone Wen Wen's lower abdomen.

Wen Rang, holding the murder weapon, thought about opening a waterway for He Shishen.

"You..." He Shishen stopped the other party's murderous behavior, his face turned red, and his voice was confused and hoarse: "Come up."

Wen Rang bit his lip, raised his two mounds, and went up to meet the evil.

"Hmph...ne."

Seeing Wen Rang's tongue curled up unconsciously, He Shishen made his unique voice.

In short, He Shishen has never had this kind of thing with others, and he has never heard what other people's voices are like at this time, but he understands this kind of common sense, Wen Rang's voice is...unusual.

The sense of specialness brings a surge of excitement.

"Does it hurt?" He Shishen straightened up.

Wen Rang's ten fingers seemed to be embedded in the opponent's flesh, struggling to grab the opponent's back, and responded indistinctly onomatopoeia: "en...he."

After a while, He Shishen put the opponent back and changed positions.

Wen Rang was turned over, his knees were bent, his two hills rose high, and his face was rubbed back and forth against the blanket.

……

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Early the next morning, Wen Rang saw the usual annoying Mr. He as he wished.

"Hey, why don't you talk, let's go out tomorrow and buy some new clothes, but you didn't even bring a few of them here." He Shishen started to annoy people after not eating a few bites of breakfast.

Wen Rang's eye circles are a little blue, it seems that he can't sleep so late in the past two days, every time he goes to bed at two or three o'clock, and wakes up at eight o'clock in the morning, he can't bear it.

"Okay, is it because you didn't agree to stay for a long time, so you didn't bring a few clothes?" He Shishen put down the spoon.

——————Enough is enough, it’s too noisy.

【no. 】

"Do you want to go shopping, buy or not?"

【Shopping, shopping, stop. 】

……

Only when He Shishen went to work did the house feel a little quieter. After a short period of adaptation, Wen Rang's new studio has reproduced the chaos of the small garden studio for the second time.

It is impossible to sit and wait for death. Although Wen Rang does not have a stable financial income, he can eat for several months with one order. He has received many large-scale orders on the Internet under another ID name, but he is not very good. I like electronic painting, and I only accept orders that I am interested in, such as some movie posters or posters.

Two days ago, He Shishen asked Lei Yuan to buy several boxes of imported paint and painting utensils, Wen Rang decided to earn a penny to give back to He Shishen.

It was also because a company approached him and asked him to design the shape and packaging of a fragrance powder.

After submitting the second draft sample to the other party, the other party felt that it was ready for a sample, and invited Wen Rang to come to their company to see the sample today. Wen Rang wanted to refuse, but this would be irresponsible. .

It was only after he came that he realized that this was actually a large group company. After discussion, as soon as Wen Rang entered the company gate, someone led him to the office where the samples were inspected.

"Mr. Wen, please come inside, the person in charge is waiting for you inside." The employee who brought him up made a gesture of invitation.

Wen Rang nodded to him and walked in the door by himself.

"Welcome, Mr. Wen."

A man in formal wear and leather shoes and silver glasses sat on the sofa beside him and said to him with a smile on his face.

Wen made his footsteps stop.

—————— Song Li?