A love story of two ladyboys

Mr. Qin woke up naturally after falling asleep.

The curtains covered half of the window, and the sunlight came in from the other half, shining on the bed.A little panda lay on Mr. Qin's chest, half of his face was deformed, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, soaking his pajamas.

Mr. Qin rubbed his eyes, yawned, picked up the "little panda" and turned over.

Qin Shuo also woke up after this movement, looked at him with sleepy eyes, and muttered "Dad" in a childish voice, and seemed a little unhappy.

Before Mr. Qin could coax him a few words, the little panda fell asleep again, its small body wrapped in fluffy and soft pajamas, shrunk into a fat ball under the quilt.

Mr. Qin leaned over and kissed his forehead, thinking that he might have been a hen in his previous life.

And the single young man Ji Yao stumbled off five alarm clocks on his rest day, and finally moved his eyelids when the sixth alarm sounded.

While complaining in his heart why the ringtone was so loud, he thought about getting up after two more minutes of sleep. His fingers were exposed to the cold air, and within two seconds he shrank back uselessly, and he also put the phone in by the way. Under the covers.

Two hours later, Ji Yao woke up completely startled by the numbers on the clock. The carp jumped up from the bed, and jumped back to the bed the moment his feet were on the floor.

Really cold.

He huddled under the quilt and shivered for a while, then tremblingly put on the woolen socks, and tentatively left the warm bed. During the short steps to brush his teeth, he was still struggling with the thought of whether to get up or go to sleep.

Ji Yao thought of the subject review form he had sworn to write down a week ago. Apart from work, he had a full schedule, reading books and memorizing vocabulary words, and studying for eight hours a day during his break.

In fact, apart from sleeping, eating, and making phone calls, the actual study time is probably less than four hours.

Ji Yao felt that he missed his class teacher in high school a little bit. Although she was quite fierce, the effect was good.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Mr. Qin made the first call of the day.

Before answering the phone, Ji Yao was using "to nourish the brain" as a legitimate reason, but in fact he was stewing short ribs to satisfy his cravings. The rich aroma filled the room, and his stomach growled without breakfast.

As soon as Mr. Qin's phone was connected, he heard Ji Yao's voice of sucking and drinking soup, and immediately asked, "Little greedy cat, what are you stealing?"

"I'm eating at my own home, so how can it be considered stealing!" Ji Yao retorted, put down the lid of the pot, took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, "I stewed ribs, let's taste it."

Mr. Qin raised his eyebrows, he was a little surprised that Ji Yao could cook this kind of dish.After graduating from college, you can cook a lot, but you can cook decently. You can cook not only scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried rice with eggs, and instant noodles, but there are not many, let alone stewed ribs.

Meat is the most difficult part of cooking. Whether it is cooked for a long time or not, it requires a certain amount of experience to do it well.

Mr. Qin is the head chef at home, and he has a lot of research on cooking, and Ji Yao's short ribs are like props in a game, and he has gained a lot of favorability with him.

"Oh? How does it taste?" he asked.

"It's good," Ji Yao put the phone between his shoulders and his face, and took a soup bowl back to serve the food, "I think it's very delicious."

Mr. Qin hugged the drowsy little panda and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ji, I want to eat too."

Ji Yao held up a large spoon, put three pieces of short ribs into the bowl, added vegetables and soup, and then jokingly replied: "Mr. not."

Mr. Qin didn't feel annoyed by the three-year-old's speech, but slowed down his tone and said word by word: "Mr. Ji, I just woke up and want to eat you."

This sentence obviously meant something else, as Ji Yao was also a man, he immediately understood what Mr. Qin meant.

His face seemed to have a fever, and his brain suddenly froze and restarted. After a long time, he said seriously: "Mr. Qin, you are too unscrupulous, I want to die with you."

Pretending that he hadn't been teased at all.

"..." Mr. Qin felt that the script was not quite right.

He thought that Teacher Ji would be blushed and heartbeat by him, but he didn't expect that the other party would pour a basin of cold water on his head.

Although Mr. Qin thinks that he is not the type of male god sought after by the public, the voice of a mature man is not lacking in attractiveness...but how could this be?

He thought for a while, and said seriously: "Mr. Ji, I took off my pants, and you actually said this, are you still a man?"

"Ah?" Ji Yao was greedily gnawing on the meat on the short ribs, and was so shocked by this sentence that he almost ate all the bones. He coughed for a long time before recovering.

What's wrong with Mr. Qin today? What kind of empty, lonely and cold play is he acting in?

"Mr. Qin," Ji Yao spat out the bones and asked cautiously, "Are you okay, have you got a fever, and have you taken any medicine?"

Mr. Qin was silent again.

Why is it so difficult to tease a young man, it was so easy before?

"Mr. Ji," he sat up straight, as if he was going to a parent-teacher meeting, "do you have a girlfriend?"

This question was even more unreliable, and Ji Yao even wondered if Mr. Qin had fallen asleep.

"No," he replied.

Mr. Qin continued to ask: "Then you have a boyfriend?"

"Not at all." Ji Yao looked blank.

"Then why are you so indifferent?" Mr. Qin's tone suddenly changed to that of a young daughter-in-law who had an awkward fight with her husband. "Mr. Ji, do you want me because you have another man outside?"

"I didn't want you." Ji Yao picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, as if watching a play.

"Then why can't I move you anymore, Mr. Ji, don't you want to sleep in my bed? My bed is very expensive?"

"..." Ji Yao felt that this reason must be the worst one he had ever heard in his life, "Mr. Qin, my bed is not cheap either."

"No," Mr. Qin said firmly, "Mr. Ji, you can only sleep on my bed."

Ji Yao smiled: "Mr. Qin, but I only have my bed at home."

"..." Mr. Qin thought for a while, and felt that Teacher Ji's words made sense, so he sighed softly, "Mr. Ji, let's run now."

Then he heard Ji Yao's dissatisfied "Ah", just about to ask what's the matter, he continued to say: "Mr. Qin, you are too casual, aren't you?"

Mr. Qin felt so tired that he didn't want to love anymore in this life.

While talking on the phone, Ji Yao ate the short ribs and drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl. Feeling less nervous than before, he whispered, "Mr. Qin, why don't we start a video?"

He admitted that he did deliberately hate Mr. Qin before, but what should he do otherwise, he can't say that I want to go to your bed, that would be too embarrassing.

Besides, he doesn't even know what Mr. Qin looks like, so how could he say such a thing.If the other party is a man with a Mediterranean beer belly, it would be too disillusioned.

Mr. Qin raised his eyebrows, hung up the phone and sent a video invitation.

Ji Yao looked at the two big buttons on the screen, his heart was shaken by the ringtone, and finally he gritted his teeth cruelly and pressed the green connect button.

So what if it's the Mediterranean Sea, Mr. Qin can't come along the network cable and drag him away, can he?

It was only when Mr. Qin's face appeared on the screen that Ji Yao knew what regret was. If he had known it earlier, he would have asked for a photo first, so he had to be mentally prepared.

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