Low-end double

"Don't wear these street stalls in the future. I put the clothes you want to wear in the closet for you. They are all matched. Change a set every day."

"I'll take you to get this hair done. It's a pretty face. How can it be trampled like this on you?"

"Pay attention to your words and deeds, don't look like a middle-aged uncle, and your expression, don't shrink back, and have a sense of confidence."

Xiao Jue clarified his words, and did not lose his temper for no reason, but just trimmed and trimmed Wang Dayong bit by bit according to his own ideas.

Wang Dayong felt a little uncomfortable, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, and could only obediently follow Xiao Jue's words.

Wang Dayong was a little uncomfortable wearing a suit and tie, looking clumsy and ridiculous, just like a primary school student wearing a red scarf.

Xiao Jue couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over, with his slender fingers, slightly lowered eyes, that serious and focused expression, Wang Dayong felt that something was wrong with him.

"Okay, look in front of the mirror." Xiao Jue put on his tie and walked away, letting Wang Dayong look at himself in the mirror.

Wang Dayong raised his head and looked at the person in the mirror as if he saw another person. The person had handsome features, was wearing an expensive suit, and had a calm smile on his mouth. His every move showed his good self-cultivation.

And Wang Dayong looked at himself in the mirror, put on a suit, arranged his hairstyle, his nose, eyes and mouth were almost the same, but no matter how he looked at him, it seemed awkward, as if he really answered that sentence, and he didn't look like a prince in a dragon robe .

Xiao Jue stood behind and watched, Wang Dayong looked very reserved, turned his face away, and asked, "How is it?"

Xiao Jue looked at him and said with a smile, "With a mold but no core, it's like looking at an imitation."

Wang Dayong's face was a bit uneasy, but seeing Xiao Jue's appearance, he couldn't bear to resist him, so he turned around, looked at himself in the mirror, felt his neck was a little tense, pulled his tie, trying to make his breathing easier smooth.

Xiao Jue walked over without making a sound, and put his arms around Wang Dayong's waist from behind. Wang Dayong was startled, feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't resist.

Xiao Jue looked into the mirror from the corner of his eye, leaned his head slightly on Wang Dayong's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It still looks a little bit like this."

Wang Dayong stood there stiffly, not knowing what to do.

"Wang Dayong, next time I want to hug you from behind, you just turn around and kiss me."

"Where is the kiss?" Wang Dayong was a little nervous.

Xiao Jue smiled at him, "Forehead."

Wang Dayong turned around clumsily, Xiao Jue just looked at him like this, there seemed to be faintly shining crystals in his eyes, Wang Dayong lightly kissed Xiao Jue's forehead, and then asked a little embarrassed, "Is that so?"

Xiao Jue curled his lips into a smile, nodded in approval, "That's it."

Wang Dayong pursed the corners of his mouth, looking a little embarrassed, and then placed a kiss on Xiao Jue's forehead, as if it was a serious ceremony, and then turned around, Xiao Jue hugged him, attached to him His face was pressed against Wang Dayong's back.

Looking at the picture in the mirror, Wang Dayong suddenly had a strange feeling. He was standing here, but this person was not him. He seemed to be floating in mid-air, silently watching the scene, lending his body to others at his command. .

Probably because Wang Dayong is very obedient, Xiao Jue has a gentle temper all day long, which surprised Wang Dayong. From the first time he saw Xiao Jue, Xiao Jue had sharp edges and corners, and he was bound to hurt people Hurt yourself.

But during the time spent with him, it should be said that Wang Dayong spent time with Xiao Jue as a stand-in, Wang Dayong actually felt that Xiao Jue was a very docile and clingy person.

In the evening, Xiao Jue asked Wang Dayong to cook. When Wang Dayong was about to roll up his sleeves to work, Xiao Jue came over suddenly, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Take off your shirt."

Wang Dayong froze for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, looking at Xiao Jue, he felt like he couldn't even speak.

Xiao Jue smiled slightly, "Take off your shirt and wear a pair of jeans. If you just wake up in the morning, you will only wear a pair of underwear. Do you understand?"

Wang Dayong blushed and nodded, Xiao Jue was amused when he saw it, "I've done it more than once, are you afraid of me watching?"

Wang Dayong was bored and didn't answer, he just felt that Xiao Jue's man was probably a bit abnormal like Xiao Jue, either wearing a suit that strangled his neck or showing his flesh, anyway, why not feel comfortable.

Wang Dayong was not pretentious, he took off his coat and shirt, and felt a little relaxed, but the bare flesh really made Wang Dayong feel a little embarrassed.

At this time, Xiao Jue was watching from the side, then threw an apron over and said, "You can wear it if you like."

When Wang Dayong saw it, he immediately bluffed in his heart. This posture, with his flesh exposed and wrapped in an apron, is cooking here. Why does this mean that there is always a feeling of being raised by Xiaomi.

Wang Dayong didn't wear the apron, and he really felt a little awkward in his heart. With his arms closed and his upper body exposed, Xiao Jue stood behind and stared at him.

In fact, Wang Dayong has a good figure. Most drivers have beer belly or other problems, but Wang Dayong is quite attractive, with wheat-colored skin and smooth lines. Although his abdominal muscles are not distinct, he is also firm and firm.

Xiao Jue looked at him, Wang Dayong looked very serious in his brows and eyes, his serious and careful look was a bit similar to him, but upon closer inspection, there was still a bit of a difference, at least that person did everything with ease, Calm and calm, but Wang Dayong pursed his lips slightly, looking a little clumsy.

It still doesn't look like it, but it's somewhat like it.

Xiao Jue looked at Wang Dayong with his head tilted, his expression slightly restrained, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Wang Dayong finally finished the dishes and served them, Xiao Jue stood aside and watched. This time Wang Dayong followed Xiao Jue's request, less oil and less salt, but made steak for Xiao Jue alone.

Xiao Jue took a bite and left it there. It was also the first time Wang Dayong made this stuff, thinking that Xiao Jue was going to get angry again, he secretly looked at Xiao Jue's face and asked tentatively, "Is it delicious?"

Xiao Jue looked at the steak that was thrown aside, then looked up at Wang Dayong, and said bluntly, "The smell of oil is too strong."

Wang Dayong was a little dumbfounded, "This is steak."

Xiao Jue looked at him calmly, "I like to eat meat, but I hate the smell of oil, so when cooking meat, you have to find a way to get rid of that smell."

Wang Dayong shut up embarrassingly, he felt that Xiao Jue's request was nonsense.

Xiao Jue seemed to see through his mind, and said lightly, "He can do it."

Wang Dayong felt even more blocked after hearing this, so he had to eat silently without saying a word.

Through Xiao Jue's narration, Wang Dayong could feel that Xiao Jue hoped that the person he played could be said to be a complete mess to Xiao Jue's pet. No wonder Xiao Jue was so arrogant, Wang Dayong thought in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Dayong suddenly asked, "How long have you been together?"

Xiao Jue said casually, "We've known each other since we were born, our parents are opposite each other."

Wang Dayong swallowed a mouthful of food, feeling a little congested, like swallowing a lump of mud, stuck in his throat and unable to get it out.

Xiao Jue continued, "I have called him brother since I was a child, he has protected me since I was a child, and he always clings to me for everything good. He has been a pet for more than 20 years."

Wang Dayong responded, feeling that the stuff in his chest was getting more uncomfortable, he looked up at Xiao Jue, and then asked, "Then how did you become such a relationship?"

Xiao Jue smiled, and said indifferently, "When I was 16, he fucked me."

Wang Dayong almost spit out a mouthful of food, choked him and coughed continuously, finally came back, Wang Dayong still looked at Xiao Jue in shock, and blurted out, "Sixteen, isn't that underage?"

Xiao Jue looked at Wang Dayong a little strangely, and smiled playfully, "Wang Dayong, when was the first time you fired a cannon, isn't it 25?"

Wang Dayong felt his face was a little hot, and replied, "No... Isn't it like this for normal people?"

Xiao Jue looked at him sympathetically, but said nothing.

After Wang Dayong finished eating, he went to wash the dishes. When he was waiting for Wang Dayong to come out, Xiao Jue sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to him, motioning for Wang Dayong to come over.

Wang Dayong sat down obediently, and muttered, "Why didn't you scold anyone today? I'm really not used to it."

"How about I scold you a few words now?"

Wang Dayong turned his head away and did not answer.

Xiao Jue glanced at him, and signaled Wang Dayong to lean on the sofa, Wang Dayong didn't know why, but obediently obeyed.

Xiao Jue suddenly got up and sat on Wang Dayong's lap, then said to Wang Dayong, "Separate your legs."

Wang Dayong was originally sitting beside him somewhat restrained, but now he listened to Xiao Jue's words, his legs opened up to make room, and Xiao Jue just sat in his arms, rubbing his butt against Wang Dayong's thing, moving every step of the way.

"Put your hand up and hold it for a while."

Xiao Jue's voice sounded again, Wang Dayong stretched his hand over Xiao Jue's waist, Xiao Jue slightly closed his eyes and leaned on Wang Dayong's chest.

"Tomorrow, just do it again as I said." Xiao Jue stretched out his hands to rub Wang Dayong's hair, and played with his ears, like two intimate lovers having fun.

Xiao Jue touched Wang Dayong's earlobe affectionately, and said softly, "You will be him for the rest of the day, do you understand?"

These words contained a strong longing, as well as an unconcealable sadness. The request pierced Wang Dayong's heart like a needle, and Wang Dayong was in pain.

Wang Dayong looked at Xiao Jue's rather relaxed and comfortable expression, as if he suddenly understood the reason why Xiao Jue had a particularly good temper today, that is, the person in Xiao Jue's eyes was not Wang Dayong, but his lover.

As long as he imitates, Xiao Jue can't bear to lose his temper with him.

When Wang Dayong thought of this, he didn't feel much joy, but felt a kind of deep sadness spreading from his heart all over his body, as if his whole body was going cold.

Wang Dayong felt that he was a marionette. He followed Xiao Jue's orders up and down, put on gorgeous costumes, and then performed a play with only Xiao Jue as an audience.

However, the more obsessed and attached Xiao Jue's gaze was, the more uncomfortable Wang Dayong felt.