Can't be chased

In early April, the weather was as warm as early summer, and with the windows open, even though it was already five or six o'clock in the evening, the wind blowing in was not cool at all.

Sheng Ming glanced at his watch, there were still twelve minutes to get off work.After checking the time three times in the next minute, he snapped the file shut and decided not to stay on the clock.

When he left the office, he was in a hurry, but when he closed the door, he slowed down, took two steps to the side, and looked at the people inside through the window of the next office.

An Fan only wore a shirt, the sleeves were rolled up loosely, revealing his slightly thin ankles.The wind blew in from the outside, blowing away a piece of paper on the table and brushing up his forehead hair a bit.

He hastily put down the documents in his hand, bent down to pick up the paper on the floor, the beautiful lines of his shoulders and waist were revealed, Sheng Ming gave a dry cough, and pushed open the door.

An Fan looked back and saw that it was him, then lowered his head to carefully press the paper, and asked, "Is it time to get off work?"

Sheng Ming opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's here."

An Fan wanted to say something more, but Sheng Ming walked over and surrounded him. The voice above his head was as warm as the wind outside the window: "Let me give you a hug. I haven't seen you for an hour. I miss you so much."

The tips of An Fan's ears turned red: "It's not because you are always messing around and not working hard."

Sheng Ming didn't refute, and he didn't have to refute the fact: "Who made my wife so attractive..."

Before he finished speaking, An Fan pinched him fiercely on the waist: "Not serious!"

Sheng Ming's rough skin and thick flesh allow him to pinch him: "Sheng is not serious and wants to invite Mrs. Sheng to dinner, can I?"

An Fan couldn't help laughing, and looked at the document on the table with some embarrassment: "But, I haven't read it yet..." He said annoyed as if remembering something, "I don't understand at all, it's all my fault You insist on me coming here to work!"

Sheng Ming helped him organize the things on the table: "If you don't understand, ask me, free consultant."

An Fan took the things from him and put them in the bag, Sheng Ming's face darkened: "What are you doing?"

An Fan was innocent: "Go home and have a look."

"..." Sheng Ming snatched it over and stuffed it in the drawer without looking at it, "No way!"

An Fan didn't seem to remember anything, Sheng Ming felt a little wronged...

After getting in the car, Sheng Ming leaned over to fasten An Fan's seat belt, and when he got up, he kissed him on the face.

An Fan looked out the window: "Haven't left the company yet, please pay attention."

Sheng Ming's joy value dropped by several percentage points: "Everyone can see better!"

He forced himself to wipe away the grievances in his heart with the remaining half pipe of joy, and asked An Fan, "I've made a reservation for a restaurant tonight, can I go now?"

An Fan frowned, Sheng Ming's joy was about to bottom out.

"Don't worry, I asked Aunt Wu to take Pingping directly to my parents' house today."

"You sent him to his parents again..."

Sheng Ming snorted coldly, noncommittal, extremely arrogant.

An Fan said: "Let's go home and eat, I..."

The car jumped out, and An Fan's unfinished voice was swallowed back.He looked at Sheng Ming from the corner of his eye. This man's face was very smelly, his lips were pursed, and he seemed to be concentrating on driving without saying a word.

"Smelly temper!" An Fan muttered in a low voice.

After entering the house, Sheng Ming ignored An Fan, strode into the bedroom and closed the door.

"..."

An Fan felt a little funny, went to the kitchen, prepared the ingredients for dinner, and followed in.

Sheng Ming leaned half against the head of the bed and closed his eyes.An Fan went to lie directly on him, rubbing his arms around the man's neck: "What's the matter, the tenth-level chef is going on strike today?"

Sheng Ming let out a cold snort from his nose to express his determination, An Fan rolled his eyes, got up from him, got up and left.

Get up and go?

Sheng Ming's heart skipped a beat, he should have hugged him just now, what the heck!But he was still angry, mainly due to grievances, extremely grievances, and he put on a cold face to cover all his anxiety.

There was movement outside, and he couldn't help but imagine Anfan cooking. The slender belt of the apron was wrapped around his waist, creating smooth lines.The eyelashes are lowered, and moist moisture emerges from the occasional white mist...

Sheng Ming couldn't sit still.Forget it, forget it, it's not a big deal, just forget it.

An Fan raised his eyes to look at him during the cooking break, and said teasingly in his voice, "You're not angry now?"

Sheng Ming walked over, hugged him into his arms, beat him to death and refused to admit it: "Who is angry!"

"Oh……"

Sheng Ming felt that his family, Fanfan, was getting more and more irritating.

In the end, Sheng Ming joined the cooking team. The two of them were busy under the lamp. The aroma of the food filled the room. It was already dark outside the window. Sheng Ming looked sideways at An Fan, and the grievance from before dissipated. Get it clean.

Isn't that what the best days are like?What else do you want?

After making three dishes, An Fan still didn't intend to stop, Sheng Ming was a little surprised: "It's just the two of us, isn't that enough?"

An Fan suddenly laughed, a little slyly: "That's not okay, I'm going to be angry if I only cook these few dishes for someone's 30th birthday."

Sheng Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then blushed again: "Who, who is angry!"

An Fan tilted his head to look at him, the meaning was obvious.Sheng Ming coughed, and An Fan smiled and kissed him upwards: "Okay, it's my birthday, I won't tease you."

Sheng Ming entangled him, and smacked him hard, kissing the water in the eyes of the person, and the anger was exhausted, and he did not let go of the person.

Under his difficult attack, An Fan made two more dishes with difficulty, and then stopped.After the sumptuous dishes on the table were ready, An Fan ran to the kitchen again and brought out a cake.

The cake was beautifully made, not too big, big enough for two, and decorated with fiery red rose petals, with 30 and happy birthday written on it.

Sheng Ming was a little confused: "When did you buy it?"

"I was worried that I would not have time to make it in the evening, so I came back from being lazy at noon and made it for a while."

An Fan put the cake on the table, before he could sit down in his seat, Sheng Ming grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms.

Sheng Ming's breathing was a little short, and he looked at him with burning eyes: "Little liar!"

At noon Anfan said he was at home with something left, refused Sheng Ming's company, and came back alone. He was late for work in the afternoon, which was rare for a long time. Although Sheng Ming told him not to hurry to the company when he returned, Come back after taking a nap.

An Fan was smiling, his eyes were bent, and he squeezed Sheng Ming's face: "It's just a waste of the dinner you ordered."

Sheng Ming laughed: "Don't waste it! Who cares to eat it! My family's Fanfan makes the best!"

"I haven't eaten the cake yet, my mouth is so sweet."

"That's because Fanfan's lips are sweet." Sheng Ming licked his lips as he spoke, his eyes were already revealing.An Fan turned his head away in embarrassment, thinking that he was thin-skinned and could not compare.

Sheng Ming's eyes crackled and sparked throughout the dinner, An Fan buried his head in the bowl, his face was so hot that he wondered if he really had a fever, and he had a bad premonition about tonight.

Before cutting the cake, An Fan suddenly yelled to stop, and ran to the kitchen in a jerk.What Sheng Ming saw first was a mass of burning red, and then An Fan's flushed face.

"I thought I never gave you any flowers, so I bought them by the way..."

An Fan's voice stopped, and Sheng Ming put his arms on the table, covering his forehead and trembling.He smiled until tears filled his eyes, and when he raised his head, it shone brightly under the light: "My Fanfan..."

He got up and hugged people and flowers into his arms: "Why are you so painful?"

His voice was like a sigh from his chest, and An Fan's heart was sore. He smelled the fragrance of roses and leaned on Sheng Ming's shoulder.Because only you can hurt me like this.

The kiss became more and more intense, Sheng Ming took away the bouquet of flowers and put them on the table. He hugged An Fan and put them on the table, the air became sticky.

"Are you here?"

Sheng Ming's forehead was pressed against An Fan's, and the two pairs of eyes looked at each other very closely, and the breath they exhaled was extremely hot: "Is it okay?"

An Fan pursed his lower lip, tightened his arms behind Sheng Ming's back, and pulled the person towards him, which was an inviting gesture.

The sweetness of cream, the beauty of roses and the wet/greasy moaning/groaning intertwined and collided in the space, sweat was born and evaporated, and no one shouted to stop, completely integrated into one.

In the end, An Fan couldn't take it anymore, on the dining table, on the sofa in the living room, in the bathroom...there were traces of the two of them everywhere.

After finally touching the bed, An Fan felt that his whole body was going to fall apart, his eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Sheng Ming came up again, gnawing at every inch of skin that was already extremely sensitive, forcing the people beneath him to shudder again.

Being entered again, An Fan finally couldn't take it anymore: "Are you still going to finish?! What's going on today!"

Sheng Ming sucked out red/colorful marks one after another on his neck: "Have you heard an idiom?"

An Fan, who had initially shaken off his illiteracy status, looked at him inexplicably.

Sheng Ming couldn't help kissing his eyes, and his movements became more fierce: "Stand at thirty."

"..."

After exhausting all kinds of postures that I usually wanted to use but didn't dare to use, Sheng Ming finally showed mercy and decided to stop for a while at thirty, wash Anfan, hold the person in his arms in bed.

An Fan was extremely sleepy, but Sheng Ming didn't feel sleepy, and kept buzzing like a fly.

"Fanfan, if you don't like working in my company, you can go out and look for a job next year. The main reason is that you are too stupid, and those people don't understand the world, so I can rest assured after practicing under my nose for a year."

An Fan turned over, pulled Sheng Ming's hand to his waist, and asked him to rub it for him, and then said in a daze, "You're stupid..."

It was almost twelve o'clock, An Fan was already sound asleep, his phone vibrated, Sheng Ming covered him with a quilt, and got out of bed very lightly.

He opened the door and took Sheng Ping from Aunt Wu.His sleep seemed to be disturbed, he snorted twice, Sheng Ming hugged him, patted him, and shook him a few times, the little guy lay on his shoulder again and fell into a sweet dream, smacking his lips from time to time in his sleep.

Sheng Ming hugged him, and felt that the little bastard in his arms was as young as a kitten, shaking and shaking in his heart.

He didn't carry Shengping back to the baby room, but directly went back to his and Anfan's bedroom, and put him gently on the bed, the little guy moved twice, his eyelids opened slightly, and then closed again.He felt the breath of Anfan next to him, turned around and fell into Anfan's arms, and fell asleep again without making a fuss.

Sheng Ming looked at the two sleeping people by the light, kissed the younger one on the cheek, then kissed the older one, hugged them both in his arms contentedly, and turned off the light.

His best 30-year-old gift, a lifetime treasure.

As for the next day before dawn, Sheng Ping was the first to wake up. Seeing the two culprits who threw him to his grandparents’ house, he was filled with grief. De Anfan slept with the little bastard in his arms for a week, and Mr. Sheng was completely helpless in the first week of his thirties, that's another story.

The author has something to say: Finally, I have suppressed the episode...