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042 Instigator

Zhao Yunkong leaned on the tips of his knees with both hands, bent over there out of breath, and Bai Tong beside him moved in unison, wheezing like a fish jumping ashore desperately, and opened his mouth wide. Breathe out with your mouth in and out.

"My god, Teacher Bai is so exciting, my heart is about to fall off me..."

"Just you grabbing me and running around, they didn't chase me out at all..." Bai Tong put out a hand to cover his heart, just after taking a breath, his chest hurt like a pinprick.

"Don't be lucky. You will be cut sooner or later in such a heaven-defying live broadcast."

"Accumulate some virtue. How can you be so vicious at such a young age? And... are you really Zhao Yunkong?"

"..." The young master was defeated, unable to bear Bai Tong's face blindness.

On the way back, there was an empty seat. Zhao Yunkong respected the old and loved the young and gave the seat to Bai Tong. Bai Tong was embarrassed, so he insisted that he let Zhao Yunkong sit, and the two pushed each other and no one sat in the end. I was given the pre-emptive move by the eldest sister.

After getting off the subway, Zhao Yunkong was still mumbling there, saying that it was hypocritical for Baitong to not sit if he had a seat, and finally he stood at the same place.

"Do you want to eat KFC?" Bai Tong suddenly stopped and asked Zhao Yunkong with a smile.

"May I treat you to McDonald's?"

"Where's Pizza Hut?"

"Rogers?"

"Forget it, let's go home and cook noodles."

"cut."

The two of them get along very well, and there is no generation gap in their communication. It seems that they are 11 years apart, just like two brothers.

Bai Tong was disgusted with Zhao Lang, so he put his arms around Zhao Yunkong's shoulder and said, "I recognize you as my younger brother, Zhao Yunkong, how about it?"

"Are you serious?"

"Aren't you against your father? How about the two of us combining swords and fighting against him to death?"

"Okay! From now on, you will be my brother, Teacher Bai."

"Brother Bai."

"Brother Yun."

"Okay. From now on, I will call you Yun Kong outside, and I will call you Brother Zhao in front of your father."

With a puff, Zhao Yunkong laughed, and then gave Bai Tong a thumbs up. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy.

The two talked and laughed all the way back to Baitong's apartment.In order to win over Zhao Yunkong, the latter showed him the income from the live broadcast just now, earning 1000 yuan an hour, and Master Zhao was moved.

He fell into the pit without even blinking an eyelid.Bai Tong added Zhao Yunkong's WeChat, and agreed that the salary would be settled in January.

Zhao Yunkong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and ate sunflower seeds watching a TV series, while Bai Tong made noodles in the kitchen.

"I don't eat eggs. Just put one in, Brother Tong."

"You're not called Brother Bai anymore?"

"Just the first name, you can make do with it. Oh, by the way, did you knit my dad's sweater with the car logo?"

"You like it? I'll knit a large one for you some other day."

"No. I'm just giving you a suggestion. I suggest you put a bikini on it, hehe..."

"Good idea. You can consider it. How many bowls can you eat?"

"A big bowl."

"Come here and let yourself be filled."

"You just serve it to me, Brother Tong."

"Come here and serve it yourself!"

"……………………"

When Zhao Lang came back, he attracted Bai Tong again.As soon as he changed his appearance, Bai Tong couldn't recognize him. At first glance, he would always be a handsome man. After he recognized the gold master, he sighed and made Zhao Lang's heart fluctuate. He was so happy and disappointed all day long .

The man was very surprised that Zhao Yunkong and Baitong could get along well. They sat there with a bowl of hot noodle soup each, talking and laughing.

No one greeted him, Zhao Lang regarded himself as the master, took off his windbreaker and walked towards the master bedroom.

While changing clothes, he vaguely heard the two children outside the door laughing and laughing, and Zhao Yunkong peeked at him maliciously when he went out.

Zhao Lang glanced at Baitong and went into the bathroom.Zhao Yunkong also lingered and refused to leave after dinner, and after bathing, Zhao Lang was speechless and went into the house to work.

About two hours later, Zhao Lang finished the work at hand, and then lay on the bed for another half an hour, but Baitong still didn't come back to his room, and Zhao Yunkong didn't go home either.

He walked into the living room with his cotton slippers on, and Bai Tong and Zhao Yunkong drank beer, and they sat cross-legged on the sofa playing Glory of the King, and ignored him when he came out.

Bai Tong called Zhao Yunkong one by one, Zhao Lang was so angry that he wanted to knock his head open to see what kind of monsters he was having here.

"Dad. Dad! Dad, you came out at the right time. Brother Tong and I fell in love at first sight and fell in love with each other... So we just married Jinlan Dad, and you will have two sons in the future haha..."

"Hello, Uncle." Bai Tong smiled, his face was flushed red by the alcohol, and his curly hair was messed up. Zhao Lang was so distracted that he seemed to have entered a certain role...

uncle……?Zhao Lang suddenly came back to his senses, his heartless and stupid son was probably brainwashed by the wicked little hoof.

Drinking and sworn marriage were all intentional by the two of them.His prime minister can row a boat in his stomach, so he is not fooled at all.

"Don't drink too late. Finish before ten o'clock, so as not to disturb the people. Smoke and go to the balcony... Besides, I'm glad you two can get along happily, but let's talk about each other..."

Zhao Lang clicked to stop, and glanced at Bai Tong with unclear eyes.

uncle?Even calling him dad is useless!

Turned around in the living room, cut a plate of fruit for Bai Tong and Zhao Yunkong, and then returned to the bedroom. Zhao Yunkong was so surprised that he almost fell to the ground when he got off the bar. Has his father changed his sex?Actually used to him smoking and drinking? ? ?

Is this still his father? ? ?

"Stupid?" Bai Tong stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhao Yunkong's eyes, and then he came back to his senses.

"No, I'm not stupid, I'm just jealous. He must be trying to save face so he didn't hit me, and he's used to me smoking and drinking!"

"Well, after a while you burn your head and you're all set."

"Brother Tong, you are really humorous, you don't even use dirty words when hurting others... Oh, why do I feel that I am being used by someone... You just don't want me to go back next door, do you?"

After hearing this, Bai Tong grinned, snapped his fingers and said, "Wrong! I want to go back to the next door with you. GO! GO! GO!"

"Are you telling the truth???"

"Am I kidding? We both married Jinlan, wouldn't it be incest if I stayed?"

“……………………”

Zhao Lang, who was lying on the door of the room and listening to the movement outside, was a little dumbfounded, then he opened the door and walked out without saying anything, just staring into Bai Tong's eyes.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and finally Zhao Yunkong smeared the soles of his feet carelessly.

Zhao Lang went to lock the door, turned around and saw that Bai Tong was drinking so much that he was drifting while walking, and he still didn't forget to pick up the table. He went over and held his hand, and said softly, "Leave it alone, I'm cleaning it up tomorrow. Hurry up and wash it up." Let's go to bed..."

Bai Tong obediently let go of his hands and straightened up. He looked at Zhao Lang without blinking his eyes. Zhao Lang didn't know what he was thinking in his alcohol-filled head, so he looked back and met his eyes.

"You are Zhao Lang?" After a long time, Bai Tong opened his mouth lightly, apparently he was getting excited after drinking.

"Yes, it's me."

"Can I not change my clothes in the future?" He looked at him and smiled silly, "Otherwise I wouldn't recognize you......"

"Why do you recognize me?" Zhao Lang squeezed one of Bai Tong's wrists, with deep eyes.

"Remember to hate you."

After speaking, the whole room suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and they were still looking at each other intently.

The corners of Bai Tong's mouth always tend to curl up after drinking, which makes his expression look like a half-smile, which has a seductive taste.

It was Zhao Lang who moved first, he leaned forward slightly, and almost bumped into Bai Tong face to face.

"Your expression makes uncle want to kiss you uncontrollably..."

Bai Tong was startled and stunned as if waking up from a dream, but the next moment he was gagged by the rascal uncle, and at the same time his right hand was grabbed and passively pressed down, there was a lump there, very textured...

He trembled in fright, as if he had touched a switch, a torrent flowed from the soles of his feet straight to the sky, causing him to lose his breath.

"Uncle's for you to see...Uncle's for you to touch...until you remember it forever, okay...?"

Bai Tong didn't know where to go in a panic, and even threw himself onto the dining table, the corners hurt his stomach, and he wanted to run when he got up.

Zhao Lang pressed him from behind, pressed him gently on the table, leaned against his shoulder and breathed heavily, and held him there, not moving, not talking, not doing anything, just confining him. He was out of breath.

Bai Tong was terrified, he couldn't ignore Zhao Lang's rough breathing behind him and the gun pointed at him, his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were blurred.

He couldn't control his body reaction, obviously he didn't do anything, but Bai Tong just reacted in shame, his swelling was about to explode, and he wanted to cry.

For a few seconds, I even thought about letting go of my dignity and obeying my body's desire.

Desire is clamoring, the blood is boiling, burning from the inside out.

Zhao Lang stuck out the tip of his tongue, and brushed his ears intentionally or unintentionally, Bai Tong wanted to cry and surrender, and layers of goosebumps surfaced uncontrollably, he couldn't take it anymore...

Bai Tong seemed to hear Zhao Lang laughing, and then he felt Zhao Lang's "scratch" towards him. He suddenly kissed his spine through a layer of cotton cloth, and he trembled, feeling that his body was no longer his. own...

Zhao Lang kissed him three times in a row, his neck, spine, waist and eyes, gasped violently, trembling, his whole body was buried in his trousers.

The aftertaste faded away, Bai Tongjiu was mostly sober, he spurned his depravity just now, buried his face in his arms to shame the hooligans, felt embarrassing and ashamed, and wanted to tear up the instigator just now.