The weak and beautiful man is actually an attack

"You'd better let me down, Xing Ming." Han Anxin always felt that his body was too heavy to hold Xing Ming down, so he pushed Xing Ming's chest twice, trying to make the weak teacher put him down.

Xing Ming will not let him get what he wants so easily. His student is always worried about his body. Whenever he sneezes, he has to be beside him for a long time. Although he enjoys it very much, as a man, he doesn't want to make himself satisfied no matter what. People underestimated him, Han Anxin pushed him, but he ignored him, just let Han Anxin push him, and carried him onto the elevator by himself.

After pushing for a long time, Xing Ming didn't want to let go of himself, and Han Anxin could only give up, letting Xing Ming hold him, thinking about what first aid measures he would take if Xing Ming really fainted, so that, he was a little Confused, Xing Ming called him a few times, but he didn't hear it.

"Young master, what are you thinking about? Thinking so engrossingly, young master... Han Anxin!"

Han Anxin still had some reactions to his name, but when Xing Ming called out, he responded, "Ah, it's nothing, what did you just say?"

"Press the elevator, I'm out of hands."

"..." Han Anxin looked at Xing Ming's distressed expression, and sighed, "Why do you insist on hugging me, can't you put me down and press me?"

"Of course it is to serve the young master better and make you feel comfortable in my arms."

"Hey... Teacher, you are addicted to role-playing, it is really hopeless." He said so, in order to make Xing Ming not so laborious, he stretched out his finger and pressed the elevator button, and the elevator door closed After a while, they reached the third floor.

"Okay, Xing Ming, you can put me down now."

"How can I do that? You have to send the young master to the sofa. This is the duty that a deacon should fulfill."

"Xing Ming..."

"Enter the password. I don't have the hands to open the door. Aunt Fang is not here today."

"Aunt Fang isn't here?" After Han Anxin entered the password, the door opened. The room was pitch black, and no one was there, but as soon as they entered the house, the voice-activated lights brightened the room. At the same time, the two of them also smelled the tempting smell of food.

"It seems that Aunt Fang has helped prepare dinner. Otherwise, I'm still thinking about whether to order a takeaway, or I can make dinner for you myself." Xing Ming hugged Han Anxin, entered the living room, and directly put Han Anxin on the On a soft sofa.

"Teacher, just do it yourself, I don't want the kitchen to explode."

"Young master, is that why you don't believe me? I'm also your deacon, and a deacon is omnipotent."

Han Anxin looked up and down today's Xing Ming, white shirt, striped tie, jeans, hair neatly brushed with hairspray, and his face is moist and tender because of the high-end skin care products, looking particularly attractive, "If If you are really a deacon, then you should belong to the kind of deacon who knows nothing but looks."

"It's a bit hurtful for you to talk like this, young master." Xing Ming said this, and suddenly squatted down in front of Han Anxin.

Han Anxin was taken aback by his actions, "Do, what do you do?"

"I want to prove that I can do what a deacon should do. I want to help the young master change his shoes." He lifted Han Anxin's feet so that they rested on his expensive trousers, and then slowly helped him untie his shoes , When one foot is finished, change to the other foot.After untying both feet, put on slippers for him.

His series of actions made Han Anxin really embarrassed, "Teacher, let's stop playing, I will feel ashamed if you do this."

"Xiaoxin is really a shy person, but I will get used to it in the future."

"..." Actually, I don't really want to get used to it. I always feel that letting a young master worth over [-] million serve me will become the enemy of the people.

"Okay, Xiaoxin, let's start eating."

"Oh..." Han Anxin's stomach growled twice at the right time.

"I let the young master go hungry for so long. I'm really negligent as a deacon. Young master, please punish me." Xing Ming just sat on the ground, resting his head on Han Anxin's lap, looking hopeless. The look of love.

"It's time to eat." Han Anxin pushed Xing Ming's head twice with his hand, "Teacher, stop making trouble."

"Master, you punish me."

"..." What happened to the sudden desire to kill the person in front of me!Han Anxin supported his head, feeling very headache, "Okay, I'll punish you, you feed me, and you can eat when I'm full."

"Okay, master." Only then did Xing Ming raise his head, and hummed a tune to serve Han Anxin a meal. After the meal was served, he fed it to Han Anxin directly on the sofa.

Han Anxin just watched TV on the sofa and ate the meal he fed. He was really comfortable, but when he thought that Xing Ming hadn't eaten, he couldn't bear it anymore. He checked the time, and it was almost 07:30, and it was more than 07:30 If you don't eat, it will be bad for Xing Ming's health.

However, Xing Ming is obsessed with role-playing. If you talk to him as usual, Xing Ming will definitely not listen, so he said: "Okay, you eat too, don't be hungry, you are my favorite deacon, if you are hungry, Who will serve me in the future."

"But the young master hasn't finished eating yet. If the deacon eats it, will it be bad?"

"I specially approved it. I will take a bite, and you will take a bite. I will eat first, and you will eat later."

"Okay, master." Now Xing Ming was happy, and he fed Han Anxin a mouthful, and then he ate again. As they ate, their mouths stuck together for some reason.

"Master, are you satisfied with my service?" At the end, Xing Ming pushed away, and stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.

Han Anxin also licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, but he was not as thick-skinned as Xing Ming, and subconsciously looked away, "Not bad, I'll give you nine out of ten points, and I won't give you the rest because I'm afraid you will be proud .”

"That's it, then I will definitely work hard, young master." Seeing that he was shy, Xing Ming couldn't hold back, and stepped forward to kiss him again.

"you!"

"Master, I was wrong." He said something wrong, but his face didn't look like he wanted to admit it.

"..."

"Master, I'll find someone to cut your hair for you."

"Find someone to come over? Aren't we going by ourselves?" Han Anxin asked.

"Of course, young master, don't you remember? Our family has a private hairdresser and fashion designer." Xing Ming showed off.

"Pfft!" Han Anxin once again covered his heart, only to feel that his heart hurts, "Xing Ming, you once again let me know the gap between me and you."

"Master, what are you talking about? These people are all yours."

"..."

"What's mine is yours." Xing Ming pressed Han Anxin's forehead and said very seriously.

Han Anxin blushed at Xing Ming's words, and stammered, "Say, what are you talking about, I want to pay for it myself!"

"Yes, yes, what the young master said is right. I'll ask the barber to come over and cut your hair immediately." Xing Ming made a phone call, and the doorbell rang quickly.