boyfriend in the fridge

The heat fades away, and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, it was already November.

After October, the Flower City is no longer hot, and most of the pedestrians on the street are wearing long-sleeved trousers.Song Buzhi also went out more often.

But he only goes to and from a few places, such as shopping in nearby supermarkets, bathing Jin Dafa and Hua Dafu in a nearby pet store, buying clothes for discipline and himself in nearby shopping malls, and going to the nearby city bureau to eat for discipline. meal……

All in all walking around, all around.

But after the first day of November, he went out less frequently.During this period of time, every time Discipline looked at him, he found that he was either swiping with a mobile phone or a tablet.

Brush what?

Brush those online shopping platforms.

I don’t know when it started, Double Eleven became a festival for the whole people to chop hands.Song Buzhi didn't care about these things at first, but when he lived with Chang Fei and Gao Bin last year, the three of them swiped together and bought a lot of things during Double Eleven, and they were quite happy.

So this year, he thought about it, and he was idle, so it would be good to buy something.

Discipline tapped his bowl with chopsticks and said, "Concentrate on eating."

Song Buzhi was inquiring about a certain product from the seller. Hearing this, he took a mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth, but the discipline confiscated his phone the next second.

"Hey——" Song Buzhi stretched out his hand, "I haven't finished replying yet..."

Discipline put his mobile phone aside and said, "Let's talk after dinner."

Song Buzhi pursed his lips and said, "Okay, then you are not allowed to say that I am playing with my phone again tonight."

Discipline was laughed angrily and said, "How many times have I told you in total?"

Song Buzhi tilted his head and thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "Once?"

It seems that it was a little late last night, and the discipline just told him...

Discipline snorted coldly: "Eat."

After the meal, Song Buzhi held down Discipline's hand that was about to carry the bowl, smiled at him, and said, "I'll wash it, I'll do it tonight."

Song Buzhi sometimes hypocritically thinks that he probably had accumulated blessings in his previous life, so he will meet someone like Discipline in this life and take care of him in every way.

The end of the year is approaching, and the discipline has also become busy during this period, and the time at home has obviously decreased.

However, neither of them has a greasy temper, they can understand each other, and their small life is still dull and satisfying.

After taking a shower, Song Buzhi lay on the bed and continued to do Double Eleven activities.

Brushing and brushing, he came across a tie, which he felt was very suitable for Discipline, especially when he imagined how Discipline would wear it in his mind, and then added it to the shopping cart without hesitation.

As soon as Ji Ji entered the bedroom, he heard Song Buzhi's "hehehe" laughter, went over and patted his butt, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Buzhi turned his head to look at him, he couldn't stop the malicious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Discipline saw a certain color in his bright eyes, squeezed his buttocks, and said, "Are you seducing me now?"

Song Buzhi let out an "ah", hid inward, and said, "Don't, don't, you haven't fully recovered yet."

A certain kind of exercise became a little more intense two days ago, and Song Buzhi still feels a little uncomfortable until now.But... it's really cool.

There's nothing wrong with having a cop boyfriend.Song Buzhi thought to himself, his physical strength is great!

Discipline didn't plan to do anything, seeing that he was hiding, he smiled, patted his butt again, and said, "Don't buy too much."

Song Buzhi responded casually, but didn't take it to heart.He thought to himself, can my level of shopping compare to Yu Xiaonan's frenzied energy in shopping?Obviously not.

But he also underestimated his fighting power.

On the eve of Double Eleven, he looked through the shopping cart and found that there were more things in the shopping cart than he had imagined before he knew it.

Song Buzhi looked confused, and while scrolling down to see what was added, he muttered: "No way, are there so many things I want to buy? What is this? An apron? Why would I add an apron to the shopping cart? ...Oh oh I remembered...the apron was so cute when I saw it the other day..."

Then he imagined what Discipline would look like wearing on his body for cooking...especially the way he would wear it naked...After imagining it, he added it to the shopping cart...

Song Buzhi flipped through the shopping cart, and found that he added many things to the shopping cart in this way... For example, this white shirt that is a bit see-through... For example, that pair of underwear with a little fabric...

After flipping through, it was equivalent to imagining such and such a scene in his mind again, and his face was immediately stained with a thin layer of red.

But discipline hasn't come home tonight.

Song Buzhi thought anxiously, every day, it seems like there is no man, alas...

When he was thinking about it in a mess, the sound of opening the door sounded, and Jin Dafa let out a happy "bark".

Discipline is back.

Song Buzhi regained his energy immediately, ran out of bed quickly, ran in front of him, put his arms around his neck, kissed him forcefully, and deliberately asked in a low voice, "Shall we take a bath together?"

Discipline was a little confused by his sudden attack, but he also subconsciously put his arms around his waist, smelled the smell of shower gel on his body, and immediately understood, "Okay, let's wash together."

They wash together with other purposes, and as they wash, the temperature in the bathroom rises.

Song Buzhi was finally brought out half-carried by Discipline.

"Dry your hair first."

Song Buzhi didn't want to sit down, so Discipline asked him to lie down on the bed, went to get the hair dryer, and gently dried his hair.

When Song Buzhi's hair was dried and it was his turn to blow it, he increased the volume of the air, blowing it up, down, left, and right at will.

Song Buzhi lay on the ground for a while, regaining some vitality.

He started swiping the shopping cart again.

After Ji Ji finished blowing his hair, he put one hand on his buttocks and rubbed it, leaned his head next to his head, looked at the shopping cart, and asked, "Have you chosen yet?"

"No," Song Buzhi said, "There are more things in the shopping cart than I imagined..."

Discipline glanced at some strange things, stopped his gesture of sliding up, and asked, "What are these?"

Song Buzhi coughed lightly and said, "I think you'll look good in it..."

Discipline raised his eyebrows: "Looks good?"

Song Buzhi: "No, I was wrong, it's sexy, sexy."

Discipline squinted, staring at the baby on the shopping cart, not knowing what he was thinking, and said after a while, "Okay, just buy it if you want."

Song Buzhi turned to look at him: "Really?"

Discipline said "hmm": "Buy."

Song Buzhi: "Then I won't delete it."

Discipline gave another "hmm".

So, on Double Eleven, Song Buzhi excitedly placed an order for everything in the shopping cart.

So in the following days, Song Buzhi was able to receive the courier every day, very happy.

Jin Dafa and Hua Dafu were also very happy, because Song Buzhi didn't forget them and bought new toys for them.Hua Dafu even got a luxurious big cat litter, which made Jin Dafa so envious.

One day, after Discipline returned home, he found Song Buzhi happily humming a ditty, and asked, "What good thing happened?"

"Good thing!" Song Buzhi unfolded the things in his hands as if offering a treasure, "Dangdangdang—isn't it cute?"

What Song Buzhi was holding was the apron. The apron was pink with delicate lace around it.

Discipline raised his eyebrows and said, "Very cute."

Seeing that he also agreed, Song Buzhi was even happier, and said, "Yes, you also think it's cute, then—my dear, can you show me how to wear it later?"

In fact, Song Buzhi seldom acted like a baby, except sometimes when he wanted to ask for discipline.For example, at this moment, he acted coquettishly.

Discipline couldn't stand it when he heard him acting like a baby, as if a small electric current flowed down from the top of his head and rushed into his tailbone.He reacted immediately.

But he was used to keeping calm, and didn't directly drag Song Buzhi to do anything.He took the apron from Song Buzhi's hand and touched it, um, the fabric is quite comfortable.

Discipline saw through Song Buzhi's thoughts at a glance, and said, "Do you want to see me cook in the kitchen wearing this?"

Song Buzhi nodded immediately: "You think it's good too, right? I'll take a picture then, okay? I'll keep it so I won't show it to anyone hahaha——"

Discipline said "um" lightly: "I'll take a shower first."

Song Buzhi thought gleefully, after taking a shower, he would put on this apron and stand in the kitchen...it's so lively and fragrant!

However, Song Buzhi forgot that if he gets off work on time, he always cooks first and then takes a shower when he comes back. In short, taking a shower is the last step before going to bed.

So, when Song Buzhi was pressed on the bed by the discipline after taking a shower, tore off his clothes, and put on that pink and tender apron, he still looked dazed.

This, this, this—how did things turn out like this?

What about the discipline to wear an apron?

Why did he end up wearing it?

And it wasn't enough to put on...he was also disciplined...this and that...

Afterwards, Song Buzhi pulled his apron and complained to the discipline aggrievedly: "You contradict what you say, you don't mean what you say, and you bully me! I, I, I——I'm hungry!"

Discipline pressed against his forehead and smiled lowly.

Fortunately, the food delivery industry in Huacheng is well-developed, and you can still order food at night.Discipline ordered a takeaway, brought it to the bed, pulled up Song Buzhi who refused to get out of bed, and fed him a few mouthfuls of food.

It was still Song Buzhi who felt sorry for him and didn't eat, so he took the meal by himself and started to eat.

After eating, Discipline threw the takeaway box into the trash can in the kitchen, opened the bedroom window a little wider, and ventilated for a while.

Seeing that Song Buzhi was still wearing the apron, he smiled and said, "Aren't you going to take it off?"

"Hmph, don't take it off!" Song Buzhi said angrily, "Don't you like it, let you see enough!"

"Yeah." Discipline said with a pun, "I really like this."