Tibetan Mastiff

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Tang asked Fu Yanghe, "Your face is so red."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched his forehead.

Fu Yanghe said, "I don't know why, but it's very hot."

Banjue Gonpo pursed his lips just opposite him, Fu Yanghe felt that he was so worthless that he was teased like this by a young man in his early twenties.

So he came out of the restaurant and stood outside to breathe.Unexpectedly, Banjue Gonpo also followed him and stood beside him.

Fu Yanghe said, "Did you do it on purpose just now?"

Unexpectedly, Banjue Gonpo nodded and said, "I didn't get much benefit."

"Does the boss have cigarettes?"

Zhang Yue came over from behind and stood among them.

Banjue Gonpo took out the cigarette and handed it to him.Fu Yanghe said, "Give me one too."

"Don't smoke." Zhang Yue said.

"You can smoke, why can't I?"

"You non-smoker, why join in the fun." Zhang Yue lit one, and then returned the cigarette to Banjue Gonpo.

"It wasn't someone who said they would quit smoking for me," Fu Yanghe looked at Zhang Yue and said, "Why didn't you quit?"

"You non-smokers don't know how difficult it is for men to quit smoking. If you don't believe me, ask the boss," Zhang Yue took a puff and said, "Didn't you notice that I rarely smoke now, and I rarely carry cigarettes with me."

"Is it difficult to quit smoking?" Fu Yanghe looked at Boss Ban with an ambiguity in his eyes that only the two of them knew.

Banjue Gonpo looked at him with a smile in the night, his eyes reflected the light of the lamp, and said, "I haven't quit, I don't know."

"The class should always set an example and show Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Yue took a puff of cigarette, then spit it out with a smile.Banjue Gonpo wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he got the cigarette in his hand, so he put it back and put it back in his pocket.

These small and trivial things also make people feel the sweetness of love, and the sour smell of love permeates the air, but it's a pity that Zhang Yue was entangled in the smoke and couldn't smell it.

Before going to bed at night, Yang Huina called. It turned out that she had a cold, so she missed her son more.

Speaking of it, it is also a cycle of fate. When they were young, Yang Huina and Fu Nian were devoted to their careers. They didn't take much care of their biological sons. They were very busy and belonged to people who gave more money than caring.But after getting older, she became attached to her son, especially Yang Huina, who would call Fu Yanghe if she had a headache, and act coquettishly.

Fu Yanghe told her to take medicine and drink plenty of water: "You ask sister Hong to cook lightly for the past two days, so you don't always eat so heavy, and put less oil and salt."

Fu Yanghe repeated these words over and over, drinking more water, these were also taught by Xiao Tang, if he was a little uncomfortable, Xiao Tang would treat him like this.Yang Huina said: "When will you go back to Beijing? You can't stay there until the show starts, and you don't have a few days off in between?"

"Let's wait and see for a while. I won't be going back recently. It's only been a few days. When Director Zhang and the others arrive in two days, they will really get busy."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanghe went to Xiaotang's room.Xiao Tang opened the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Tang put a black mask on his face, which shocked him at first sight.

"Can I come in?"

Xiao Tang slapped his face and walked in. After Fu Yanghe came in, he saw Zhao Xiaojun looking at his phone while splitting his fork on the bed.

"Teacher Fu."

Fu Yanghe nodded and said, "I haven't slept yet."

Xiao Tang said: "Look, Xiaojun is working very hard. He never forgets to practice while playing with his mobile phone."

Zhao Xiaojun sat up and smiled embarrassedly.

"Tell me, why are you here?" Xiao Tang asked.

Fu Yanghe asked: "Don't you have a sleeping mask, which is said to be disposable and whitening?"

Xiao Tang took off the mask on his face, and asked with a smile: "Hey, don't you use these things because you think you are beautiful and naturally beautiful?"

"I found out that it's not good to not pay attention to maintenance when I arrive in Tibet. Look, I'm completely dark, and it's useless to wear sunscreen."

Xiao Tang went to find a sleeping mask and came out, handed it to him and said, "You try it first, if it doesn't work, use the one I'm applying now."

Fu Yanghe didn't leave in a hurry, but stayed in their room for a while.This room was the same as his room, except that the big bed was replaced by two single beds.Fu Yanghe asked: "Is there any inconvenience for you two to live together?"

Xiao Tang pressed his face and said, "Don't worry, I don't have any thoughts about Zhao Xiaojun!"

Zhao Xiaojun just laughed and leaned on the head of the bed to watch Xiao Tang look in the mirror.Fu Yanghe grabbed Xiao Tang's shoulders, looked at Xiao Tang's glowing face in the mirror and said, "You said you wiped so many things in your early twenties, isn't it a bit early for maintenance?"

"What do you know, you need to take care of it earlier, and it's too late to take care of it when you're really old... Oh, by the way, Aunt Hui has a cold, do you know that?"

Fu Yanghe said: "Your news is really good, she just called me."

Xiao Tang said: "I just found out, too. She just told me about it on WeChat."

"You two really talk about everything." Fu Yanghe said, "I think you can worship my mother as a godson during the Chinese New Year, really."

"I know more than you do. Aunt Hui is in love, do you know?"

Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiao Tang: "My mother is in love?"

"What's your expression, don't you want to?"

Fu Yanghe looked at Zhao Xiaojun lying on the bed, a little embarrassed, and said: "Why don't I want to, I'm not at home all day, and I hope someone can take care of her for me. Who, what, how old is she? Photos?"

"Wait," Xiao Tang said, and went to get his phone, rummaged through it for a while, and then showed him a circle of friends, "That's him."

In the photo is a fat middle-aged man, very burly, he looks young, probably in his forties.Fu Yanghe felt that this person looked familiar, so he asked, "Do I know him?"

"He is the vice president of Aunt Hui's courtyard, Deng Ming."

As soon as Xiao Tang said, Fu Yanghe remembered that he had seen it before, but now he seemed to be a little fatter.He returned the phone to Xiao Tang and asked, "When did the two of them start talking?"

"Actually, we haven't started talking yet, but it's interesting. This Dean Deng just got divorced."

"Is it reliable?"

Xiao Tang said, "I don't know. But Aunt Hui is very happy recently."

Yang Huina is actually a very passionate and romantic woman. She is in her 50s, but she still has a naive attitude. She is well maintained and looks only in her early forties. After divorce, people who chased her have never At least, there was even a rich second generation in her early thirties who chased after her, which shows her charm.But in the past few years, she has never accepted the pursuit of any man, saying that she was heartbroken by Fu Yanghe's father, Fu Nian.

If she can find a good home, Fu Yanghe will be happy too.They are all drama theaters and share a common language.

When Fu Yanghe returned to his room, he put on the sleeping mask, which was similar to night cream, and it didn't take much trouble to put it on.He played "The Love Song of Cangyang Gyatso" on his mobile phone several times, closed his eyes and thought about the choreography for a while, and then he became sleepy. At this time, the mobile phone vibrated, and the music was interrupted for a moment.He picked up his phone and looked at it. It was a message from Banjue Gonpo.

"are you asleep?"

Fu Yanghe's drowsiness dissipated all of a sudden, and he replied sweetly, "I'm about to go to sleep, how about you?"

"Sleep right away. Good night."

"Good night."

After sending the message, Fu Yanghe lay down, lay in bed and thought for a while, then laughed softly, got up again and put on a little more sleep mask, thinking that he could cover all his ugliness with nothing, so he couldn't bask in the sun. blacken.

After such a toss, the sleepiness is not so strong.The light from the mobile phone screen illuminated his eyebrows and eyes. He swiped Weibo for a while, looked at the thousands of comments on it, and was surprised to find that his negative comments were less.

He used to have some black fans who would come to his Weibo to scold him. No matter what he posted, they could always find out his mistakes and inappropriate things he said before, and then criticize him one by one.He was very angry at first, but then he tried his best not to look at it. He didn't know when those people stopped.

He scrolled down, looked at the last few Weibo comments, and then saw the promotional photos they took in Laigu Village.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on Banjue Gonpo who was leading the horse and smiling at him, clicked on the photo, and zoomed in.

Because it is a high-definition picture, even if the face is enlarged to fill the entire screen, it is still clear. He can even see the unexpectedly long eyelashes of Banjue Gonpo, and the subtle muscle lines at the corners of the mouth when he smiles.

So handsome and masculine.

He looked at the face of Banjue Gonpo for a long time, and his eyes began to feel dry, so he closed them.

This man might belong to him.Banjue Gonpo might become Fu Yanghe's lover.

Fu Yanghe had not many sexual dreams in his life, some of them were with women, and some were with men, but the other party was always a vague face, and there was rarely a specific person.And probably because he has no sexual experience, all his erotic dreams disappear at critical moments.It may be because he has never experienced it before, and he doesn't know what it feels like to have sex, so dreaming about foreplay is already his limit.

But this time Fu Yanghe's spring dream was very specific.In the dream, there were hands walking on his neck and shoulders. Those hands were broad and slender, and there were fine hairs and faint veins on his wrists.The other party held his ear intimately, whispering his name.

It's Ban Kyaw Gonpo.

Fu Yanghe woke up because of the strong pleasure in his sleep. He lay down for a long time and still couldn't calm down. The bed was damp, so he got up to change his underwear.

This time it felt stronger and more impressive than the one in the hotel.There was an indescribable smell vaguely in the room. Fu Yanghe's face was very hot, and his body was also very hot. He curled up, thinking of Banjue Gonpo's handsome and extraordinary face in his mind, and his whole body. male charm.

He craves to be conquered, which is normal for a gay guy like him, and he's never been ashamed of being a size zero.But as a 30-year-old man, he longed to be possessed by a young man in his early twenties, which made him ashamed, and his desire became more intense and raging because of shame.

Sex between men is inherently a dirty and shameful thing.The more shameful, the deeper, the dirtier, the more excited.In the filthiest place, the hottest love bursts out.