Zhang Dengjie Cai

The ambiguous ambiguity was still interrupted. After Qi Ping opened the door, the assistant outside the door trembled slightly. After delivering the things, he turned around and left. He didn't say much to try to close the relationship with his boss.

Qi Ping prepared the hot pot. The bright red soup exudes a tempting aroma. He squeezed the sauce and sprinkled a layer of white sesame and coriander with a small tong. When he looked up, he realized that Zhang Anran was no longer on the sofa. She was standing in front of the balcony, with her back to him, answering a phone call.

Zhang Anran didn't speak, and seemed to be listening to the other party. Qi Ping wanted to hug him very much, but he was not sure whether Zhang Anran was happy or unhappy. He didn't want to ruin the night because of his greed, although he Knowing well, Zhang Anran asked him to come here just out of compensation—since you helped me, then come here.

Even though this kind of lofty charity is covered with a layer of warmth, it can hardly conceal its cold nature.But Qi Ping wished that Zhang Anran would do this, if it would make him feel happy, if it would calm him down, if it would touch him unscrupulously, then the slight unhappiness is completely within the controllable range.

Qi Ping's thoughts went fast, Zhang Anran also hung up the phone, turned his back to him and pinched his neck, he turned around, the wide nightgown could not wrap his slender body, white and tender neck, looming calves, strong The forearm, the hand with well-defined joints, each has an inexplicable temptation in Qi Ping's eyes.

Zhang Anran threw his mobile phone into the soft sofa, and walked to the dining table and Qiping's side almost in the blink of an eye. He sat on the opened seat, looked at the dark red hot pot, and asked casually : "Why don't you sit down and eat?"

"I..." Qi Ping stood beside Zhang Anran, his fingers clenched into fists.

"What about you?" Zhang Anran separated the chopsticks, he picked up a piece of fresh lettuce, put it in the bowl, slightly dipped it in the sauce, and it tasted just right, exactly as he remembered.

Zhang Anran ate a few mouthfuls of food, but did not wait for Qi Ping's answer. He turned his head and saw Qi Ping lowered his head, but his lower body was bulging, looking a little pitiful.

He looked away, picked up a piece of corn and put it aside to dry, and said coolly: "There is a lot of space under the table, which is very suitable for hiding a thief."

"Boom-"

Zhang Anran was not surprised, he knew that Qi Ping knelt down, the cloth scraped against the marble floor and made a slight sound, the thick sound appeared in the corner of Zhang Anran's eyes, and then disappeared into the dining table, warm hands clung to his legs, slightly trembling.

Zhang Anran grabbed a handful of meatballs and threw them into the tumbling hot pot. The man had swallowed most of them and was still swallowing persistently.

Zhang Anran ate the hot pot slowly, and Qi Ping ate his food quickly. Occasionally, his black and white hair would pierce Zhang Anran's lower abdomen, making him unable to resist curling up the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of joy.

Zhang Anran had almost finished eating. He wiped his fingers and the corners of his mouth with a wet towel, and slowly pulled out what he had vented. And very calm.

Zhang Anran patted his cheek with the back of his hand and said, "Get up and eat your dinner."

Qi Ping nodded expressionlessly, but his tongue licked the back of Zhang Anran's hand stickily. Zhang Anran almost retracted his hand immediately, and he lowered his eyelids, saying that nothing happened.

Zhang Anran went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after the shower, he lay on the bed and continued to read his script.After eating alone, Qi Ping started to pack the tableware, and when he was done, he ran to the bathroom to take a shower. He sprayed the nozzle over his body, opened another bottle of high-grade lubricating fluid, poured it into his palm, and gave himself Do a thorough lube and dilation.

When he did this, he was still calm and unhurried, without any shyness on his face, as if he was doing the same daily routine as eating and sleeping.

He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. His body had been carefully maintained in color and curves. His underarms and underside had been depilated in the early years. They were clean and easy to make people feel good. He raised his hand and squeezed it There was a flash of disgust in his Adam's apple, but it quickly subsided.

Zhang Anran likes his Adam's apple, and also likes his body.

Qi Ping picked up the mouthwash, rinsed his mouth carefully, and washed off the fragrance of the mouthwash with the warm water brought in, then walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

The bedroom was turned on with soft lights, and Zhang Anran put down the script when he heard the noise. The temperature in the room was not low. He threw his nightgown on the bedside table and was lying on the soft quilt, naked/naked.

Qi Ping also took off his nightgown and deliberately covered Zhang Anran's body. He bent his knees and knelt on the bed at the soles of Zhang Anran's feet as usual.

The light sprinkled on his body, like smearing sweet oil on this plate of sacrificial meat. Qi Ping just crawled to Zhang Anran's side. He tried to touch Zhang Anran cautiously and carefully, but was pinched by Zhang Anran with one hand After touching the back of his neck, all the pores of his body closed in shock, and the next second he was thrown onto the bed, with the cool sheet pressed against his back, and Zhang Anran pressed on him, like a burning beast.

This night was extremely long and short, Zhang Anran tossed Qi Ping's body relentlessly, gnawed him up and down cleanly, the two entrances of Qi Ping's upper and lower entrances were filled with fishy sweet liquid, his body It was densely covered with bite marks, and in the end even moaning became extremely weak.Zhang Anran had the idea to help him clean up, but he turned this idea into another round of tossing Qi Ping. Qi Ping had already fallen into a semi-comatose state, but instinctively responded to his request until In the middle of the night, Zhang Anran closed his eyes and fell asleep with Qiping inserted.

After 10 minutes, Qi Ping opened his eyes. The light in the bedroom was still on, and he quietly looked at his lover.

His lover fell asleep tiredly, still not very happy in his sleep, his brows and eyes were a little frowned, and his lips were pursed in displeasure.

He called "Ranran" softly, but Ranran was too deep in sleep to respond to his words.

So Qi Ping approached him quietly, and gently pressed his lips against his. The moment his lips touched, he felt extraordinarily satisfied and at peace. The uneasiness and uneasiness after that incident seemed to be able to Press down a little.

He looked at Zhang Anran greedily, as if looking at his own salvation and god, but it was already dawn and he had to go to work.He dawdled, wasting a lot of time, and finally forced himself to take out Zhang Anran's things, and got out of bed quietly. He cleaned himself in a hurry, changed his clothes, and left a sticky note on the dining table .

His legs were a little unsteady, he staggered slightly when he walked, and the corner of his mouth was broken. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what he had experienced last night. private matter.

On the way, Qi Ping ordered a breakfast for Zhang Anran. After thinking about it, he contacted Xiao Wang and asked him if Zhang Anran had enough money.

Xiao Wang's repeated answers were enough, but he still frowned, and said to his assistant, "Go get that car a Suzhou license plate, and let Anran drive it."

"The license plate of Su City?" The assistant thought about the string of zeros behind the car, and asked, "After that, Mr. Zhang finished filming...?"

"Just serve as his car in Suzhou City. There are restrictions on license plates in other cities. It has been inconvenient for him to drive these few months."

The assistant got this sentence, stopped asking, and quickly contacted Zhang Anran to deal with related matters. He thought that Qi Ping was really good to Zhang Anran, but he also thought of Zhang Anran's wonderful face, and the marriage between the two relationship, and feel that all this is justified and normal.

Isn't it the same for ordinary people? Both parties work hard to make money, all for the better life of their partners.