little lover

Zhuo Yifan subconsciously wanted to break free, but the opponent pinched his neck with one hand and couldn't move or retreat.

Han Qiaoye's movements were skillful, and he noticed it as soon as he parted his lips. He didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to be so enthusiastic, and his lip was bitten out of nowhere. With a "hiss", he pinched his chin to make him part and said: "Will you kiss?!"

With blood on the corner of Zhuo Yifan's lips, he scolded him: "You pervert!"

Han Qiaoye rubbed his lips and wiped away the blood with his thumb: "How about you, are you satisfied now?"

Zhuo Yifan wanted to pounce on him again and bite him: "Not satisfied!"

Han Qiaoye pushed his forehead to keep him away from him. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a forceful attack on him. It was a bit like the half-sized cheetah he had rescued on the grassland back then. Yes, intimacy is at most not life-threatening, and the claws are really sharp enough.

Han Qiaoye touched his face and said with a smile, "Okay, let's stop making trouble. I'll come to see you another day and give you two days off. You can stay here with your master."

After he finished speaking, he left, leaving only Zhuo Yifan who was holding his coat and furry.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the buttocks of his car for a long time without moving his eyes, and then his brain started to spin, and he was full of words and wanted to curse out.

Han Qiaoye also took a look in the rearview mirror, seeing the child standing there, he felt a little more certain.

He's still young, so he really won't hide it, how much he likes it! I've been looking at him all the time.

Han Qiaoye touched the corner of his mouth. The touch just now was really exciting, but it was a little painful. When the tip of his tongue licked it, he could taste a little blood that hadn't stopped coming out.

Zhuo Yifan's angry facial features were about to be distorted, but he had to forcefully adjust it when he got to the door, for fear that his master would notice it.

He felt that Han Qiaoye was too shameless. While delivering flowers for Dr. Long, he said such shameless words to his master. Now that he is healed, he even kissed him!

Coupled with the few girls chatting on the phone from time to time, how much does it cost?

What a scumbag!

After Zhuo Yifan went back, he wanted to talk to his master, but Fang Jingyao focused on the flowers that Dr. Long sent, and even moved those flowers into flower pots to keep them for a longer period of time.

Zhuo Yifan said: "Master, can't you live like this?"

Fang Jingyao was not sure, but he still transplanted happily: "Try it, if it can be raised for a few more days."

Zhuo Yifan squatted there and gave him a helping hand, pondered for a while, and said, "Master, that Han Qiaoye...did he join a literature club with you when he was studying?"

Fang Jingyao said: "That's right, Long Yu is the president, he and Xie Chunkai are vice presidents, oh, vice president Xie, you've seen it too, when your hotel caught fire last time, you came to the resort to find me and we played cards together The one who was on your team and lost particularly badly."

Zhuo Yifan thought about it seriously: "Did I form a team with someone?"

Fang Jingyao said with a smile: "You drank too much and don't remember? You and Xie Fushe were on the same team, and the loss was terrible. Both of you had white stripes on your face."

It was only then that Zhuo Yifan vaguely remembered that there was such a person. At that time, there were many players in the game. Xie Chunkai's appearance was not as outstanding as Han Qiaoye's, but he was better because of his gentle temperament. The first impression was not bad.

Fang Jingyao glanced at him, and said again: "Did you also forget that Vice President Xie touched your thigh?"

Zhuo Yifan's mouth was still hot, and everyone was dumbfounded when he heard the sudden coldness: "Huh?"

Fang Jingyao said: "I saw him touch you secretly a few times, and then we changed places, maybe I was thinking too much, anyway, you should stay away from that person, he is a master of meat and vegetables."

Zhuo Yifan dug the soil for a while, then suddenly said, "What about Han Qiaoye?"

Fang Jingyao said, "What's wrong with Han Fushe?"

Zhuo Yifan said in a muffled voice, "Is he pretty flamboyant too?"

Fang Jingyao said: "Nonsense! How can he have Xie Fushe's love, and I have never heard that Han Fushe likes men. He is surrounded by beautiful girls."

Zhuo Yifan thought for a while, his master was right, he saw one during dinner some time ago!

After planting the flowers, Zhuo Yifan excused himself to go back to his room to rest for a while. He couldn't fall asleep while lying there, and he didn't want to paint any more. His phone rang twice, and it was a message from Han Qiaoye. He didn't need to open it to see what he was talking about. what a nice word.But when he calmed down, all he could think about was the feeling of the two breathing together when they kissed just now, the smell of Han Qiaoye in the tip of his nose, and the cold lips became hot again...

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help biting himself, closed his eyes and covered himself in the quilt.

When they came together the next day, Zhuo Yifan was taken to the hospital by his master to pull out his teeth.

After the filming, it was discovered that the tooth was not straight and needed to be cut. After being held there and given anesthesia, the doctor drove Fang Jingyao out and said: "His tooth needs stitches, you go out and wait, pull out two. That's an hour."

Zhuo Yifan watched his master go out, and the anesthetic in his mouth was getting stronger, and he couldn't speak anything with a slurred speech, so he could only watch him go out helplessly.

The doctor smiled and said, "Why, are you afraid of pulling out your teeth at such an age? Do you want me to call your family back to stay with you?"

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, and closed his eyes as if dying.

The doctor at the tertiary hospital kept his word, and spent an hour and every second, and finally got rid of Zhuo Yifan's two wisdom teeth.

When Zhuo Yifan came out with a cotton ball in his mouth, he was no different from a puppy sent to a pet hospital to have his nails clipped forcibly. He knew the truth must not be violated, but he was still full of grievances.He went to get the medicine by himself, biting cotton in his mouth, trying to speak clearly: "Two boxes... yes, two shells (boxes), thank you!"

Fang Jingyao followed him to the pharmacy, bought the medicine for him, looked at it carefully and said, "It's all done?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded and said, "Okay, Master, have you gone to see Dr. Long?"

Fang Jingyao patted his forehead, and laughed himself first: "You are the only one who is clever, and your face is so swollen that you can't stop you from talking."

"This is cotton hair (flower)." Zhuo Yifan also grinned, and he was also happy that his master and master had reconciled.

He couldn't eat for 24 hours after tooth extraction. Zhuo Yifan drank a carton of iced milk at night and was not very happy when he ate with a straw in his mouth. He lay on the sofa looking completely hopeless.

Fang Jingyao gave him an ice pack and asked him to apply it on his face through a towel. He stood beside the sofa and looked at it for a while. His little apprentice was biting cotton in his mouth, and his face was enlarged, just like a little white-haired hamster.Fang Jingyao's hands were a little itchy, so he couldn't help but took out his phone and took two pictures.

Zhuo Yifan: "..."

Fang Jingyao put the phone back, coughed and said, "I'll get you another ice pack as a backup."

Zhuo Yifan lay there listlessly, rested for a while with his eyes closed, and soon fell asleep on the sofa.

He had a dream, and the dream was full of that annoying Han Qiaoye. While touching his teeth, he told him that there was still one to be pulled out. He wanted to bite his finger, but he couldn't bite down as if there was something in his mouth.Han Qiaoye moved closer, hugged him and smiled, "Does it hurt? I knew you couldn't bear it. To be honest, did you already like me?"

Zhuo Yifan was angry and angry, but the anger in his heart turned into a flushing heat, and his whole body became hot.

As soon as he was anxious, he woke up.

The ice pack had fallen onto the carpet under the sofa, and he was left lying on the sofa alone with a small blanket on his body, which should have been covered by his master, and he was sweating a little while sleeping.

Zhuo Yifan picked up the half-thawed ice pack and put it on his cheek to cool down. His heart was still beating and he cursed at Han Qiaoye in a low voice.