When a ruffian meets a veteran

Waking up early in the morning, Ling Jianuo felt that something was wrong with him.Because he found that the clothes and trousers that he took off while sleeping last night were gone, and he ran to the balcony to have a look, and they were hanging there.

Looking at the white panties bathed in the morning glow, swaying and slightly fluttering with the breeze, Ling Jianuo's face turned dark.Zhang Xiaodong's little paw, apart from being forced by his mother to wash his stinky socks occasionally, and his mother had to wash him twice after washing, how could he transform into a superman and wash his clothes for him.

Although the child is trying to grow up, but after all, he has not yet grown up, and now he is only one of the 40 small bean sprouts in the third class of the second year of the county central primary school, the one with the most missing teeth when laughing, and the most serious leak in speech That's all.

Not to mention Feng Xiuxiu, if that woman didn't roll her eyes at him twice a day and mutter three things about eating rice, she would have bad menstruation and irregular menstruation, and she would act like a disgusting sharp-mouthed woman.Although she does the laundry most of the time for everyone in the family, Ling Jianuo is definitely not included in this "everyone".

In this way, whoever is full and can't find anything to do, wash all the clothes and pants for him, even the underwear, it's obvious.

Pushing open the window, he viciously raised his middle finger in the direction of the park, Ling Jianuo yawned and turned to brush his teeth and wash his face.He didn't go for a run in the park with Mi Yanchen today, mainly because he couldn't get up too early.To exercise, he would rather go to the bar to dance or go roller skating on the square.Waking up early or something once is enough, after all, being patronized by nightmares every day is not a good thing.

Eyes half-downcast, poking the toothbrush lazily, Ling Jianuo raised his eyes inadvertently, but was taken aback by the man with wide-eyed eyes in the mirror, it took him a while to "fuck" and spray The white foam of the mirror, and even poured a few cold water on the face.

"Bang bang bang... Zhang Xiaodong, if your mother is not at home, you should sleep hard, you are not going to school, get up quickly!"

After making sure Zhang Xiaodong was woken up by a loud voice, Mi Yanchen walked to the door of Ling Jianuo's room after thinking about it, knocked gently three times before pushing the door open, "Jianuo, uh..."

Ling Jianuo paused for a while in the posture of hooking his buttocks, and then continued to put on his pants in a leisurely manner without even turning his head.However, the villain in his heart has already started to frantically smoke noodles at Mi Yanchen.Hold!Call the bed, call the bed, what are you doing here?

Before closing his mouth, Mi Yanchen was fascinated by the scenery in front of him.The window was half open, and the cool wind blew in, raising and lowering the curtains, raising and lowering them.Ling Jianuo just stood with his body hooked up by the window, wearing clothes, to be precise, wearing pants. Behind him, under his slender waist, two round petals squeezed together, and Mi Yanchen was wrapped in his underwear before he had time to take a look. Living.

Ling Jianuo gathered the jeans up to the crook of his legs, lifted them up and jumped on the ground, pulled up the chains of his trousers, fastened his belt, and tidied up his clothes before looking back at Mi Yanchen who was a little dazed, raising his eyebrows coldly Asked eagerly, "Want to go?"

"Cough cough..." Mi Yanchen coughed uncomfortably, rubbed his nose, and said in a rough voice, "I just want to see if you wake up. Wang Shun's breakfast is only sold until 9 o'clock. If you get up late, you won't have anything to eat." .”

Cursing his lips, Ling Jianuo raised his arms and opened his sleeves, trying to reveal that it was only before 8 o'clock, so it was a bad excuse to say that there would be no food after 9 o'clock.However, when he saw the imprint of wearing a watch on his empty arm, he remembered that the watch Ling Yuntian left for him had already been given to Ling Xue by him.

Without the excessively long red hair, Ling Jianuo's fair little face was completely exposed. The dark and hard hair on his head was randomly messy, and the forehead underneath, because it had been covered in shadow for a long time, was too There was a bit of weakness in his paleness, but it diluted his cold expression a bit.

A pair of long and narrow eyes drooped under the slender eyebrows, and even the eyelashes extended directly, without any upward curvature.His nose bridge is very narrow, and his nose looks straight and small. If his face is not too stern, he would be kind of cute.Mi Yanchen couldn't see the look in his eyes, but he could clearly see the sarcasm that his lips with extremely pale lips pursed together.

Sighing, suppressing the rising heat in his heart, Mi Yanchen smiled gently and said, "This looks pretty, and the clothes suit you very well."

Ling Jianuo looked down at the windbreaker on his body, the material was not bad, so the navy blue color looked good on him.The collar of the windbreaker can be turned up, double-breasted, from the shoulders down, with a smooth line to the waist, and then tied up by a cloth belt of the same navy blue color, which perfectly adorns his figure.

When he opened the wardrobe yesterday, Ling Jianuo had already seen that new dress, so he didn't thank Mi Yanchen.In his opinion, the 2000 yuan was Mi Yanchen's compensation for forcing him to have his hair cut.As for the hair being dyed back to black, it is one thing to be suppressed by force in a hair salon, and another thing for a man to reprimand Ling Yuntian.

Light white and slender fingers nimbly undid the belt, from top to bottom, Ling Jianuo unbuttoned the windbreaker while looking at Mi Yanchen with a sneer.After he peeled off the windbreaker to reveal the T-shirt inside, he threw the windbreaker on the bed neatly, and hooked his fingers provocatively, "Want to wear it? Come if you want to wear it."

With a downcast face, Mi Yanchen realized that he was in a particularly bad mood. He took a deep breath, looked at Ling Jianuo's unscrupulous smiling face, frowned and asked, "What's the wind? You, put on your clothes, it's fun to catch a cold." Hurry up, Xiaodong has to go to school after dinner."

The door was closed, and Ling Jianuo fell onto the bed and lay down. He stared at the ceiling with wide eyes and stared blankly for a while. He got up and put on his clothes again when he heard Zhang Xiaodong bluffing outside.This kind of peaceful and peaceful life has only passed a few days, but he is already full of depression and madness, but he doesn't even know where the illness is.

Breakfast ended after Zhang Xiaodong drank half a bowl of porridge with his schoolbag on his back, ate five steamed buns, grabbed one with one hand and ran away. Ling Jianuo glanced at Mi Yanchen who was full, and then put down his chopsticks.He ate slowly, there was still more than half of the porridge left, and he only ate one xiaolongbao.

This time, Mi Yanchen frowned especially deeply, but he didn't say anything, and went back after giving the money.Ling Jianuo also had a sullen face, and after going upstairs, he nestled into the sofa, hugged Yue'er's big stupid bear and watched TV.

Mi Yanchen came over several times. He went to the kitchen to boil water, opened the refrigerator to get fruit, went into the kitchen to pour water, and finally went into his bedroom after eating and drinking.Ling Jianuo glanced at the closed door, then turned back to stare at the entertainment news.

"Vagabond singer Zhao Datong was lucky enough to become a signing artist of China Entertainment Dingsheng because of his original song "Depending on Each Other". The creation of its words and music are full of powerful and touching power.

In Zhao Datong's hoarse and vicissitudes of life, he expressed the frustration and the bondage of poverty, and then shouted "go all out" and "regardless of everything" at the climax, a real man who wants to burn his life for his son in exchange for a better future His wild nature has attracted the support of countless netizens, who praised him as "Xiaoqiang Dad". "

"Depending on each other" and Zhao Datong's other 4 original songs, together with 3 new-style songs tailored for him by the creative team of China Entertainment's Dingsheng Gold Medal, and several popular songs selected from this year's popular music songs, will be integrated into Zhao Datong together. Datong's first solo album "Blood Road".I believe that with the strong support of China Entertainment, in the near future, we will see another rising star of China Entertainment. "

"Zhao Datong?" On TV, at the entrance of the China Entertainment Building, a man with a black leather jacket and leather pants, a skull necklace on his neck, and a wild look was surrounded by reporters, took pictures, interviewed, and then was escorted by security guards into the car and drove away.Ling Jianuo thought about it for a while, and quickly forgot about the man he only met a few times.

After turning off the TV, he was about to wander back to the room, but when he passed by the door of Mi Yanchen's bedroom, he was stopped in place by the voice from inside.

Mi Yanchen held a water glass in one hand and an orange peel in the other, and was about to throw out the garbage and mix some water with it, when he saw Ling Jianuo at the door blushing slightly, clenched his fists, and stared at him viciously like a little leopard, " What's wrong?"

What's wrong?What's wrong?You are a 25-year-old man, and you are watching porn in your room with the door closed in broad daylight!Ling Jianuo didn't know how he was feeling now, thinking that when he asked the man if he wanted to do it in the morning, the man gave him a face, but when he turned around, he watched the movie in the room.

The cold gaze swept across Mi Yanchen's legs, Ling Jianuo snorted, walked into his room with a few steps, and deliberately slammed the door loudly.

Mi Yanchen's body trembled along with the door, and he looked at the door that Ling Jianuo slammed down for no reason. He was about to sigh: a cold and noble child can't be offended, when he heard two men behind him At the same time, the heavy panting after masturbation...

The corner of his mouth twitched, there was no extra color on Mi Yanchen's thick-skinned face, but when he went to throw the orange peel, he accidentally dropped the water glass.

After nestling in the room and playing games for a while, Ling Jianuo backed out again, thinking that his pulley was lost when he was kidnapped last time, so he simply logged on to Taobao and found the custom-made shop before, Placed another order according to the previous list.Because of insufficient money, Ling Jianuo had no choice but to call Tang Wenjie.

In Tang Wenjie's bedroom, the naked boy who was pressed underneath blushed and pushed the human body on his body, "Brother Jie, the phone..."

Taking a puff of cigarette into the boy's mouth, Tang Wenjie saw that he was coughing, and laughed viciously, "Haha...you still dare to laugh, what's wrong with the phone? Even if the sky falls today, it won't be able to save you." Now, open your legs obediently to make Brother Jie feel good, otherwise, Brother Jie will be strong."

With a groan in his heart for his tired waist, the boy continued to point his finger at Tang Wenjie's chest, pouting his mouth and coquettishly persuading him, "Brother Jie wants Xiaoyu, it's Xiaoyu's honor, Xiaoyu dare not be good, But Brother Jie is a busy person, what if something really happens, Brother Jie should answer the phone first."

After calling three times, the other side finally answered. His patience was exhausted, and Ling Jianuo's tone became unkind, "Tang Wenjie, you fucking..."

"Ah! Brother Jie, slow down, clam..."

"Fuck!" After listening to a curse on the phone and being hung up, Tang Wenjie finally realized it.He pinched Xiao Yu's pink face, propped himself up and hit Ling Jianuo back. "why you?"

"Who isn't I?" With a black face, Ling Jianuo sneered and lit a cigarette in his mouth.Without the cover of red hair, the gloomy eyes in his eyes became even colder and biting.

Glancing at the funny person under him, Tang Wenjie suppressed his desire, smiled and said, "Are you coming back? Give me an address, and I'll send someone to pick you up."

"No." Ling Jianuo said casually with his neck up and his eyes protruding from his mouth, "Give me 5 yuan. I lost my pulley. I need to buy a new one. I don't have the money."

Withdrawing from Xiao Yu's body, Tang Wenjie pulled him up and turned over with a cigarette in his mouth, and inserted him again.Looking at the boy with his high buttocks lying quietly on the bed, he suddenly took off the cigarette butt and pressed down on that upturned buttocks.

"Ah!!!" With a scream, he was immediately slapped on the burnt buttocks, which meant punishment.Xiao Yu didn't dare to provoke him, so she could only shake her legs, sob and swallow.

Without looking at Ling Jianuo, he could guess what happened just now. He bared his lips and said bluntly, "Tang Wenjie, who are you doing it for? Or, who are you doing it for? Don't you want to give me money? "

Squinting his eyes, Tang Wenjie leaned over to lick off the lump of soot on the milky white, pressed down on his body that was trying to avoid it, and tore off the scalded skin bit by bit with his mouth.Seeing Xiaoyu turning his head with tears in his eyes, he leaned up to kiss him on the mouth and coaxed, "Hey, I'll give you the medicine later."

Xiao Yu bit her little lip, nodded and turned her head back obediently.

"I specially paid for you to learn a skill, but you are short of money?" Sighing, Tang Wenjie began to rub Xiaoyu's back, his movements were gentle, and his voice was much gentler, "Since you don't want to say it, I will Don't ask what's going on with you, I'll ask Ah Can to transfer the money to you."

"Yeah..." Ling Jianuo responded with a suffocated breath in his throat, but the ambiguous voice on the phone became more and more serious, and he couldn't pretend that he didn't know.After putting out the burnt cigarette, he didn't hang up the phone, and lit another one with one hand and put it in his mouth.

Tang Wenjie didn't have much desire anymore, but seeing Xiao Yu who was already emotional under him, he still didn't stop, and he also needed to vent the pent-up breath in his heart.Ling Jianuo didn't hang up the phone, and neither did he, but just held the phone with one hand and focused on penetrating Xiaoyu's body.

A long time passed, and when he couldn't stop panting heavily, Ling Jianuo suddenly hung up.

Tang Wenjie couldn't tell what it felt like, but his heart sank severely.He threw the phone onto the wall, and the loud sound made Xiao Yu, who was lost in desire, jump. His body trembled, and his buttocks were pinched, and suddenly, he felt a hot tide shooting deep.

Xiao Yu trembled and looked back, meeting Tang Wenjie's sinister eyes, he trembled violently again, crying and begging for mercy, "I'm sorry, Brother Jie, Xiao Yu won't dare next time."

Tang Wenjie was in a daze before his eyes, and Tang Wenjie suddenly remembered that among all the people, only Ling Jianuo was never afraid of him. Even if he was beaten all over his body, Ling Jianuo would never cry, let alone beg for mercy, even "I was wrong" He rarely said three words. "Okay, it's just a pinch, it's no big deal, Brother Jie is also very comfortable."

Turning the phone in his hand with one hand, Mi Yanchen met Ling Jianuo's eyes that were about to burst into flames, with an equally ugly expression on his face.He didn't expect to open the door and come in and see the little guy puffing, his eyes confused, and he didn't expect to hear the live broadcast of the little guy's phone when he got closer. "Does it sound good?"

"I want you to take care of it!" He replied viciously, but Ling Jianuo was very flustered. He took down the cigarette from his mouth, put it out in the ashtray, put his legs on the chair, put his arms around his knees, and then He lowered his head and ignored the man with burning eyes behind him.