impatience

The two ate the noodles quietly. Luo Fei's cooking skills were better than expected, and the noodles were light but not bland.Mo Ziyi looked at Luo Fei's hands holding chopsticks on the opposite side through the mist. Those hands were broad and slender, with well-defined joints, white and strong. Looking at his own, they were simply chicken feet, which could be broken with just one touch. broken.

"What's wrong?" Luo Fei saw Mo Ziyi staring at his own hand in a daze, "Your hand hurt?"

"No." Mo Ziyi continued to eat the noodles, and after taking a bite, he asked, "Aside from beating people and cooking noodles, what else do you do with your hands?"

"What beating, I don't beat people now, I work for my dad every day." Luo Fei took a sip of the soup, "I can do a lot of things with my hands, besides cooking noodles, I can also touch you, Don't you know it best?"

Mo Ziyi met Luo Fei's teasing smile, wishing he could bury his head in the bowl.

He reluctantly changed the subject: "How old are you this year?"

Okay, it's even more embarrassing, what kind of earthy dating opening line is this?

Luo Fei replied neatly: "26."

"I thought you were the same age as Li Jing." Mo Ziyi said while blowing soup, "I heard that you two hung out together in high school."

"That's right, but I wasn't studying in your school at the time." Luo Fei thought for a while, "No, I didn't study much at all."

When Luo Fei was in junior high school, during the rebellious period, he had a quarrel with his family, and then mixed up with his uncle. The study was random, and he went to school to attend a lecture one day when he had a whim.Just in high school, his mother called his uncle and said that he would let this kid go to college no matter what.So my uncle began to realize the importance of knowledge. He felt that Luo Fei had such a good material that he had to go to college, so he hired private tutors for him, changing five times a week. The teachers had never taught the underworld. Although the pay is high, the psychological pressure is really great. Every time Luo Fei wants to ask a question, the teacher can't help stammering.

In the end, Luo Fei was tutored into 985, but in fact, it was mainly by his own head.In short, his uncle was very relieved, feeling that the nephew was not ruined by him, and he had explained to his parents, until Luo Fei asked him, "Why did you make it so complicated? Why didn't you just help me through the back door?"

Uncle: "Teaching a man how to fish is worse than giving him a fish."

Then Luo Fei, who didn't understand his uncle's good intentions, was fined to be his uncle's driver for half a month, and he still drove without a license.

Luo Fei met Li Jing when he was in high school. He got along very well with Li Jing at the time, and the main age was also similar. Li Jing was only one year older than him. He had a free and easy personality, loved to talk and laugh, and the two often huddled together in the corner of the nightclub. play games.

Then, many years passed in a blink of an eye, and one of the two underworld teenagers became a criminal policeman, and the other became the boss of a company that looked like a human being.

"If I had known that Li Jing should have brought you out to meet each other, maybe we would have known each other then," Luo Fei said.

"I don't want it." Mo Ziyi replied bluntly.

That's what he thought. He was immature at the time, so he might be easily deceived by Luo Fei and become a gangster.

Luo Fei was stunned for a moment, and then said: "That's right, you were still underage at that time."

"You are only one year older than me, and you are also a minor."

"That's different. The growing environment is different. Just ask Li Jing. What were we doing at that time? We were running around all day long." Luo Fei wiped his hands with a tissue and raised his head, "I mainly It means that if I met you at that time, you, a minor, would not even think about running away from me."

Mo Ziyi blushed and turned off the microphone.

After eating the noodles, Mo Ziyi took the initiative to take Luo Fei's bowl to wash. Luo Fei slapped his hands away, got up and picked up Mo Ziyi's bowl and went to the kitchen. Are you still in pain, why are you in such a hurry to take over the work? It will take turns in the future, I wash once and you wash once, when you are tired."

Sitting on a chair, Mo Ziyi thought to himself: What "later"?Can we still have a future?You pull it down.

I thought so, but he was inexplicably happy to be promised, probably because the noodles were relatively hot, Mo Ziyi felt warmth spreading in his body, and he was very comfortable.

The two returned to the bed, Mo Ziyi didn't lie down, but knelt on the bed and looked at Luo Fei who was lying down, his posture was cute.

"What are you doing?" Luo Fei turned sideways, looked at Mo Ziyi with his head on his hands, "Can't sleep? You're so energetic, do you want to come back?"

"No, no..." Mo Ziyi quickly denied, "Well, thank you for your hard work."

Cooking noodles and washing dishes at night, Mo Ziyi felt that Luo Fei's behavior was a bit beyond the scope of their current friendship with friends, and he was quite sorry.

"It's not hard, it's so good to sleep with you, and you scream so nicely, what's the hard work." Luo Fei intentionally misinterpreted Mo Ziyi's words.

Mo Ziyi blushed immediately, he just wanted to hide under the bed, but he endured it, and decided to explain to Luo Fei naively, that's not what he meant by hard work.

"No, I didn't mean that, I mean, it's very hard for you to do this and that at such a late hour." Mo Ziyi felt that his expression was in place and would not cause any misunderstandings.

"What do you mean by doing this and that? Didn't you just do it with you?" Luo Fei didn't care, he continued to play pornography to the end anyway.

Mo Ziyi felt that he could not communicate with him normally, so he said a little angrily, "It's fine if you don't understand."

Luo Fei laughed: "I understand, you feel sorry for me and feel that I am tired. Then, if you kiss me, it will be regarded as thank you. What do you think?"

Although Mo Ziyi said that if you want to kiss, you don't need to ask him, but Luo Fei thinks it is very interesting and interesting. He especially likes to see Mo Ziyi ignorantly following his own rhythm.

Mo Ziyi thought about it for a while, and thought that a kiss would be nothing. He had been fucked before, and a kiss would not kill him.

So he straightened up a little bit, knees still kneeling, leaned forward with his hands propped on the bed, slowly lowered his head to approach Luo Fei, and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

He wanted to move away after kissing, but how could Luo Fei be such an easy-to-satisfy person, this superficial kiss seemed to tickle the tip of his heart, itching, he had to use some force to get over it.

Luo Fei was still supporting his head with one hand, so he stretched out the other hand to hold Mo Ziyi's back to prevent him from getting up, lifted his chin slightly, and kissed Mo Ziyi's lips that were about to leave again.

He pressed against Mo Ziyi's lips and said in a low voice, "How can this be enough?"

Mo Ziyi's hands were so weak from his kiss that he couldn't hold it anymore, so he stretched out a hand to press Luo Fei's collarbone for strength, and lowered his head to kiss him obediently.Luo Fei's hands became more and more dishonest. He groped in from the back of Mo Ziyi's clothes, touched his smooth and slender waist, then stood up and pressed him down, touching his waist with one hand and touching him with the other. buttocks and thighs.

Luo Fei's kissing skills were really unreliable. Mo Ziyi was so kissed that his brain became dizzy and his body was hot, and his body was touched all over with his hands.He felt that he could hardly breathe, but he was very addicted to the feeling of entanglement with the tip of his tongue.Relying on the only remaining reason, he tilted his head back and made some space to say vaguely: "No more..."

If this goes on like this, it is bound to be misfired. Mo Ziyi thinks that life is more important, so enough is enough.

Luo Fei finally let go of him, panting and said, "I've been tired all night, so you don't want it anymore?"

"It's you..." Mo Ziyi breathed heavily, "It's you who said it wasn't hard..."

"I suddenly feel very hard now, what do you think should I do?" Luo Fei said, biting Mo Ziyi's neck lightly.

"I can't do it..." Mo Ziyi pushed Luo Fei's chest with both hands, but because he was so weak from being kissed, the pushing and shoving looked more like stroking, and he softly begged Luo Fei, "Don't Okay...can I make it up next time..."

It was exactly what Luo Fei wanted.

He pretended to think about it seriously, and then sighed regretfully: "Okay, then next time."

Luo Fei, who succeeded in the routine, fell asleep with his arms around Mo Ziyi in satisfaction.

The moment Mo Ziyi was about to fall asleep, he wondered if he was careless, how could he say "I'll make it up next time"?Isn't this an appointment in disguise?

When he got up the next day, Luo Fei said that he didn't drive and asked Mo Ziyi to take him to the company.

Mo Ziyi parked his car downstairs in the company and looked ahead, not at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei took off his seat belt, turned to look at Mo Ziyi, and refused to get out of the car for a long time.

"Can you go... I'm going to be late..." Mo Ziyi blinked, but still didn't dare to look at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei tilted his head and reached out to pinch Mo Ziyi's earlobe: "Why, urging me to leave? You won't be reluctant at all?"

"Why are you so reluctant..." Mo Ziyi's ears were very red, and he didn't know if it was because of being pinched by Luo Fei, or because he was shy.

"Are you willing?" Luo Fei moved his hand from his earlobe to Mo Ziyi's chin, and turned his face to face him, "But I don't want to, what should I do?"

Mo Ziyi didn't dare to look at him, but lowered his eyes: "Can you stop talking..."

"You don't like to listen?" Luo Fei found it funny seeing him dodging, "All right, forget it if you don't like to listen, I'm leaving."

His jaw was empty, Mo Ziyi watched Luo Fei turn around to open the door, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but he never made a sound.

At this time, a black car was parked not far away. The man in the car watched Luo Fei get out of the car, took a photo of Mo Ziyi's license plate number, and sent the photo to someone, saying: Check the owner of the car. .