Lao Gongmian is two meters thick

The man who was called Lang Simiao still didn't let go. He pressed Ding Minghui under him, locked his hands, squinted his eyes and asked, "Is Mike your ex-boyfriend? Why haven't you heard about it?"

"How long has it been? What's there to mention? Hey, let me go!"

Lang Simiao gave him a deep look, and let him go silently.

Ding Minghui rubbed his wrist that was aching from Lang Simiao's grip, and just about to get out of bed, his waist softened and he fell down on the bed.

Lang Simiao bent his lips, hugged Ding Minghui, and entered the bathroom. After a while, an unspeakable sound sounded in the bathroom.

"Hmm... Lang Simiao, um... just did it yesterday, why are you here again?"

Lang Simiao didn't answer, he bit Ding Minghui's neck punitively, the skin on that spot broke and blood began to ooze.

"Hiss... Lang Simiao, what are you doing?!"

The pain instantly awakened Ding Minghui, who was immersed in pleasure. He stared at Lang Simiao, and angrily hammered Lang Simiao's chest with his fist.

But for Lang Simiao, Ding Minghui's strength seemed to be tickling him.

He sealed Ding Minghui's mouth with a kiss, and after a long time, he let go of Ding Minghui. Ding Minghui leaned his head on his shoulder and gasped for breath.

When Ding Minghui recovered, he pinched Lang Simiao's waist bitterly, which made Lang Simiao chuckle.

After Lang Simiao was "satisfied", Ding Minghui didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

He nestled weakly in Lang Simiao's arms, and after being placed on the bed by Lang Simiao, he stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt over his body, almost touching the pillow, and fell asleep from exhaustion.

In a trance, someone seemed to say affectionately and somewhat domineeringly: "Ah Hui, you are mine, you can only be mine..."

When Ding Minghui woke up, it was already late at night. He stood up clutching his sore waist, his legs and feet were weak, and he got out of bed cautiously.

Lang Simiao didn't know where he went, he was the only one in the whole house, Ding Minghui curled his lips, boiled water in the rice cooker, and prepared to pack instant noodles to eat.

He and Lang Simiao quarreled very late last night and slept until noon before being woken up by Su Yuanze's phone call.

In the end, I don’t know what kind of nerves Lang Simiao got, he pressed him in the bathroom and made a fuss again, which means that he didn’t eat anything all day, and he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back. Now that he saw instant noodles, he felt Instant noodles with little nutrition are simply a delicious meal.

Ding Minghui stared blankly at the rice cooker. Lang Simiao was a senior fancy bartender he met in a bar.

He always wears a mask covering his eyes, cold and mysterious.When Ding Minghui saw him for the first time, he was spinning and throwing bottles. His quick movements, slender, fair and beautiful hands, and the glass of brightly colored cocktail made Ding Minghui, who saw the bartending for the first time, immediately be amazed. I like it.

For Ding Minghui, since he likes it, he should go up and flirt, so Ding Minghui approached Lang Simiao to strike up a conversation.

What happened next was as if things were going to happen, and the two got together naturally.

Lang Simiao was very kind to him, always gentle and considerate, but a bit domineering and always jealous, but Ding Minghui felt that although such a life was good, there was always something missing.

It was a little cold at night, and Ding Minghui shivered when the night wind blew.

A voice said in my heart, look at you, even if you have a boyfriend and close friends, you are still lonely like an annoying stray dog.

The water boiled, bubbling and bubbling. Ding Minghui opened the bag of instant noodles, put the noodles in the pot, added some seasonings, and stirred in the pot a few times with chopsticks.

The tight dough gradually fell apart after meeting the boiling water. He saw that the time was almost up, so he cracked an egg in a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, and then poured it into the pot.

The egg flower was tumbling in the pot. After a while, the noodles and the egg flower were cooked. He tasted it, unplugged the power supply, put some lettuce in the pot, and after stirring, the lettuce was in the raw state. state.

Ding Minghui hammered his sore waist and took out the noodles. He took the bowl to the living room and turned on the TV to watch while eating.

Halfway through eating the noodles, Lang Simiao opened the door and came back with some bags that looked like he was eating. He stared at the instant noodles that Ding Minghui was eating, and said, "Don't eat that, I bought delicious ones, come and eat them. "

Ding Minghui stopped his chopsticks, took the bag from Lang Simiao's hand and looked inside. He saw a few orange-red hairy crabs quietly placed in the largest paper bag. He took a rough look and found at least seven or eight of them.

Lang Simiao walked towards the restaurant with his arms around his waist, and his face was full of praise: "I heard that you wanted to eat hairy crabs, and I drove to buy them after I got up. There are other seafood here, I promise you can eat enough!"

Surprised or not?Are you happy?If you are happy, let us have a meme full of happiness!

It's just that Ding Minghui's focus is...

"It's so late and there are seafood sellers? Where did you buy it? I'll go there next time I want to eat."

As he spoke, Ding Minghui picked up the hairy crabs and started to eat them, but he didn't notice that Lang Simiao's heart was suffocated.

As a result, the angry Lang Simiao pressed Ding Minghui again before going to sleep, making Ding Minghui so angry that he wanted to bite him to death.

On this day, Ding Minghui packed his things and got on the plane back to M city with Lang Simiao.

Along the way, Ding Minghui just watched the scenery outside the window silently, and sighed from time to time.

"What's the matter, are you unhappy to see your good friend?"

"Happy is happy, but it's complicated to come back here," Ding Minghui leaned into his arms and said softly, "I thought... I wouldn't come back again."

Lang Simiao didn't know what he meant, and didn't want to ask him, so as not to poke his sore spots, so he could only hold him in his arms, pat him gently, and comfort him.

Ding Minghui took advantage of the situation and put his head on Lang Simiao's chest, letting his tears sink into his clothes so that no one could see him.

Lang Simiao felt a burst of moistness in his chest. He didn't understand why Ding Minghui, who was in good shape, started to cry. While guessing the reason, he coaxed him clumsily.

It's just obvious that he seldom does coaxing things, and only keeps repeating a sentence in his mouth: "Okay, don't cry, I'll buy you something delicious when I get off the plane, okay?"

Ding Minghui couldn't laugh or cry, he is not a child, why coax him like this?

He raised his head with red eyes, and said in disgust: "Okay, don't talk about it, I can't even cry after you say that."

Lang Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, and said seriously: "As long as you don't cry, it's fine, you cry so much that my heart starts to ache,"

Seeing the unadulterated distress and love in his eyes, Ding Minghui fell silent.