You are the uncle!

Jiang Xiqiao, who had been abstinent for a long time, couldn't stand this kind of teasing. He quickly raised his hand to touch Yin Tingwan's troubled head, and warned in a hoarse voice: "If you haven't been cleaned up for a few days, you just kick your nose and face. What's the matter? Changxing City, right?"

The usually cold voice was lowered and said, with a hint of unspeakable temptation, Yin Tingwan only felt that the voice was like a hook, and it made his heart itch.

The tip of the nose is the scent of body wash, the peach scent is slightly sweet, mixed with Jiang Xiqiao's body temperature, it becomes more and more alluring, Yin Tingwan only felt his brain heat up, and stuck out his tongue to touch the person's shoulder lick.

The skin under the mouth is like a bowl of oily cream, it feels so tender and smooth in the mouth, even the kiss is slightly sweet, which makes Yin Tingwan want to get up even more, not only did not stop the movement, Instead, he gently sucked it along his shoulders towards his neck.

The sensitive part of the neck was attacked, and Jiang Xiqiao became more and more anxious. He felt that a certain part of his body was about to move, and if he didn't stop, he was afraid that the gun would go off.

But Yin Tingwan, who took the initiative, didn't care. He seemed to be fascinated. First, his lips lingered on his neck, and then he fell in love with Jiang Xiqiao's round earlobes. Before Jiang Xiqiao recovered , He has already opened his mouth and put the earlobe in his mouth.

Almost at the same time, the person in his arms let out a muffled snort.

This muffled snort was like a stimulant to Yin Tingwan, who was just sucking the lips of the earlobe, and started to attack the whole ear.

The sense of touch from his ears made Jiang Xiqiao feel as if he had been electrocuted. The hot air sprayed on the base of his ears disturbed his heart and also his breathing. The worst thing was that he felt the small body under his body. The monster was now fully upright.

Listening to Jiang Xiqiao's disordered and rapid breathing, Yin Tingwan also felt it. He distractedly glanced at the situation of Jiang Xiqiao, and found that the person in his arms was now pink, and his originally cold eyes were also stained. The color of □□ is obviously already in love.

He stretched out his hand to probe under the blanket, and sure enough, he touched the small Jiangxi bridge that was as hard as iron.This person is still not in good shape. He knew that Jiang Xiqiao hated flamboyant people the most, so he touched it twice deliberately, and said teasingly, "What? You stood up so quickly, don't you want to...?"

The molested Jiang Xiqiao only felt furious, gritted his teeth and shouted: "...!"

Not only did Yin Tingwan not obey, but instead he shook his hand and held the little monster in his hands.

The vital point was held in the hands, and Jiang Xiqiao really panicked: "I let you let go, do you hear me?"

The hand under him obediently released his strength, and Jiang Xiqiao secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Who would have thought that before that nervous heart could be realized, the accident would happen again.

Jiang Xiqiao only felt a strong attack, followed by a whirlwind, and before he could react, their positions were reversed.

Being straddled under him, with his hands pressed firmly on both sides of his head, if Jiang Xiqiao didn't understand by this time, then he would be a real fool.

Yin Tingwan folded the wrists in his hands and changed them to hold them with one hand. The free hand moved down to his waist and abdomen, and slowly clenched the two things tightly.

Jiang Xiqiao, who has been forced to the edge of the cliff, just wants to end this absurdity quickly in his mind, but he doesn't know that the person on his body is so rare that he has such a pink-faced and angry little appearance.

Seeing that the water vapor in Jiang Xiqiao's eyes was getting thicker and thicker, he speeded up his hand movements, and after two muffled hums, one in front and one in back, the two of them released it, and the aftertaste of pleasure made both of them feel sick. Lost, my mind went blank.

After the lingering rhyme passed, it was followed by a rational return. Jiang Xiqiao, who was ashamed and annoyed, straightened up and kicked. Yin Tingwan, who had just got up, was kicked straight, fell off the bed and fell hard. A butt pier.

"Get out of here!"

Yin Tingwan rubbed his sore buttocks, and coaxed with a flattering face: "Chengcheng... let's go, don't get so angry!"

What answered him was a pillow flying towards him, and Jiang Xiqiao's angry roar: "Get lost!"

Yin Tingwan, who got what he wanted, naturally had a good night's dream. The morning sun shines on his face through the gauze curtain. Yin Tingwan narrowed his eyes, straightened up and stretched, and then began to think about it in his heart. How to get up to coax the ancestor in the house.

Thinking this way in his heart, he naturally began to pay attention physically, and it was only after paying attention that Yin Tingwan realized that something was wrong.

Jiang Xiqiao loves to sleep, especially when he wakes up in the morning. If no one is around him, this person can toss from the head of the bed to the end of the bed. However, the sun is shining on his buttocks, and there is no movement in the room. Something is clearly wrong.

Yin Tingwan sneaked up to the bedroom door with bare feet, gently pressed the doorknob and wedged the door open, and saw that the room was deserted, not to mention people, not even a fly.

Seeing the scene in the room, Yin Tingwan's heart skipped a beat, and he touched the bed, it was cold, obviously the person who was sleeping here yesterday had left for not a while.

Yin Tingwan had some fantasies in his heart, rushed in and opened the closet to take a look, only his own clothes were left in the huge closet, and the Jiangxi Bridge was completely empty.

"Fuck, bad food!"

At this point, what else does Yin Tingwan not understand?The man grabbed his wallet and keys and went downstairs, got on his bicycle and pedaled towards Jiang's old courtyard.

Yin Tingwan obviously underestimated Jiang Xiqiao's anger. When he arrived at Jiang's old home that day, the gate was locked, and he yelled through the courtyard wall for a long time, but no one answered him.

Later, I saw the human face, but it was a pity that Jiang Xiqiao ignored him like air when he saw him, let alone making friends with others.

Zhang Siyong discovered an unusual phenomenon in the past two days. Yin Tingwan, who was always in good spirits in the past, was actually wilting. What's more frightening was that Xiaohe, who was normally cold, had also become full of anger.

A discerning person can tell at a glance that these two people are having a conflict, but the parties don't know it yet, one is desperately trying to make a sense of existence, and the other is doing it!He desperately turned on the air-conditioning, and after a long time, he was caught in the middle of the two people, and he was in bad luck.

So this day Zhang Siyong took advantage of Jiang Xiqiao's inattention, took an opportunity, and quietly approached Yin Tingwan.

The other party was listlessly lying on the railing, staring blankly into the distance in a daze.

Zhang Siyong leaned over, bumped the person's arm, and asked, "What? There's a conflict?"

Yin Tingwan, who was lying on the railing reflecting and regretting, frowned, and replied impatiently: "Go away, I'm annoying!"

"Hehe, our charming young master Yin, who is full of shit luck, will have a troubled day. It's been a long time!"

Yin Tingwan didn't respond to being squeezed like this, he was even competing with himself!

But Zhang Siyong was not forgiving, and still said in a very leisurely manner: "What? Don't tell me that the Overlord tried to force his bow, but instead he was dealt with by my Xiaohe?"

Yin Tingwan, who was poked in the sore foot, instantly blew up: "Can you shut up? If you can't, just go away!"

Zhang Siyong, who was scolded a lot, was not angry, but sighed on the sidelines: "Oh, it's done! You can tell the truth! I see some people who are trapped by love and have sad faces every day. I can't bear it and want to help People tried to trick me, but they still told me to keep my mouth shut, well, since they don't appreciate it, I have no choice but to shut up and get out of the way!"

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but his feet hadn't stepped out yet!He was grabbed by the arm, and he turned his head to see that the person who was frowning just now was full of flattery.

"Ancestor, dear ancestor, I just didn't know how to praise you. Your lord has a lot, so please forgive me! I'm pointing at you now. If you have any wish, just say it, and I will do it for you if you can. If you can't do it, I will do it for you in a different way!"

Zhang Siyong, who was surprised by his quick face-changing skills, rolled his eyes, and complained angrily: "I still have my wish! You boy, feed me a few dog food a day, and I will be very satisfied!"

Although Zhang Siyong has something to ask for now, Yin Tingwan still hasn't forgotten to run people: "That can't be my fault, can't you? If you have the ability, you can find someone who can accompany you to show your affection, and it's over? It's said in the book , you're single, does that mean you're not good enough?"

The run-on Zhang Siyong glared at him, and snorted coldly: "On the contrary, I'm single, which means that the people around me are not good enough, of course! Except for Xiaohe...

Yin Tingwan didn't have time to chat with him here, so he interrupted in a hurry: "OK, OK, you are excellent, and your whole family is excellent, but those are none of my business, so you can tell me first. How can I make Xiaohe forgive me?"

Zhang Siyong looked like an old god: "It's not easy to ask him to forgive, five words are enough!"

Yin Tingwan was at a loss when he heard these nonsensical words: "What five words?"

Zhang Siyong glanced at him proudly, and dropped a famous saying through the ages: "Lie Lang is afraid of being pestered by Lang!"

He left after leaving this sentence, leaving Yin Tingwan standing alone in place thinking for a long time.

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