The Playwright's Guide to First Love

For three days after returning home, Xie Wanxing didn't see Fu Wenshan, even though their houses were only tens of meters apart.

Fu Wenshan seemed to be working these days, leaving early and returning late, but Xie Wanxing was resting at home.Although the two have WeChat with each other, they have never been in touch.

Xie Wan was a little restless on the first day, always wary of Fu Wenshan's sudden visit.

After being on guard for three days, Fu Wenshan never showed up.

Xie Wanxing sat on the roof terrace to enjoy the cool, drinking iced fruit tea, and thought blankly, that their friendship with friends is a bit misleading.

He even suspected that Fu Wenshan might be playing tricks on him on purpose. Seeing his arrogance, he became resentful. He purposely hooked him up in variety shows as a sex buddy, and then left him cold and suppressed him, thus making him suffer from the loss of gain and being pua...

One of Xie Wanxing's hobbies is reading dog blood novels. At the moment, thunder is rolling in his mind, full of messy dog ​​blood plots, and the more he thinks about it, the more he frowns.

He even began to think about whether there was any commercial competition between his family and the Fu family.

But before he could finish his brainwork, the doorbell rang outside.

Xie Wanxing went downstairs and looked at the video surveillance on the door, and saw a tall man standing at the gate of his garden. It was Fu Wenshan who had been repeatedly greeted by him just now.

Xie Wanxing: "..."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Xie Wanxing knew what Fu Wenshan was here for.

As he pressed the switch to slowly open the garden gate, his mind was spinning wildly.

Is his pajamas sexy enough today?

Is the skin condition good enough?

What should a friend with benefits prepare for his first visit to the house?

But his mind was buzzing for a long time, but his footsteps were fixed in place, without moving.

Until the door of the living room was pushed open, Fu Wenshan appeared in front of him, with a tall and slender figure and clean facial features, he greeted him lightly.

Xie Wanxing suddenly felt her heart beating a little too fast.

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Before Fu Wenshan rang the doorbell of Xie Wanxing's house, he fought for a long time.

He felt like a hungry ghost, but also felt that his girlfriend was staying next door, the time and place were right, and if he didn't do anything, wouldn't he look like Yang Wei?

But the moment he entered Xie Wanxing's house and saw Xie Wanxing stepping on the ground barefoot, he didn't struggle at all.

Xie Wanxing also wears a nightgown at home, black silk fabric with a faint luster, the neckline of the nightgown is wide open, revealing fair skin and slender collarbone, her long hair is probably just washed, a little damp, His black eyes were also moist, and he looked at Fu Wenshan in surprise.

He bit his lip, as if he didn't expect Fu Wenshan to come, he smiled hastily.

Fu Wenshan felt a little feverish from his laughter.

He went to the company to record a song today, and when he came back from the car, he saw the lights on in Xie Wanxing's house, so he decided to ring the doorbell.

His eyes fell on Xie Wanxing's bare feet, a pair of snow-white feet stepped on the marble floor like this, and it was not too cold.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Fu Wenshan asked subconsciously.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he regretted it, and felt like a housekeeper, taking care of everything.

Xie Wanxing didn't care, and replied honestly, "I forgot to wear it."

Fu Wenshan paused for a second, then walked over and hugged Xie Wanxing.

He swore that when he hugged Xie Wanxing, he just felt that the ground was a bit cold, and he was going to hug Xie Wanxing to the sofa, and then put on slippers for him.

But Xie Wanxing seemed to have misunderstood him.

Xie Wanxing was stunned for a moment, then naturally hooked his neck, raised her head, and kissed him gently.

Xie Wanxing's lips were soft, with a little taste of fruit tea, rubbing against his lips lightly, like a silent invitation.

Fu Wenshan quickly put his original intention behind him.

Anyway, the purpose of his visit was not pure.

He hugged Xie Wanxing to the sofa, the sofa was very wide, Xie Wanxing just lay on it, the two of them bit each other's lips, breathing entangled.

Within 2 minutes, Xie Wanxing's black nightgown fell to the ground.

After kissing for a while, Fu Wenshan propped up his upper body and looked at Xie Wanxing. Xie Wanxing was embarrassed by him, but he refused to turn his head away because of face, but his cheeks blushed uncontrollably.

"Is there a condom?" Fu Wenshan asked.

Xie Wanxing was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that there was no one at home, but when he looked at Fu Wenshan again, I knew there must be one in your house...

Xie Wanxing closed his eyes, stretched out his leg and hooked Fu Wenshan's waist, turned his head and nibbled on Fu Wenshan's finger, and said vaguely, "I won't wear it today, just come in."

In his heart, he silently added the purchase of safety condoms to his schedule.

Fu Wenshan was also stunned, the two of them were accidents the first two times, but now both of them are awake, Xie Wanxing is still...

But he soon stopped struggling, simply abandoned his reason, and kissed Xie Wanxing's lips again.

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afterwards.

Xie Wanxing lay lazily on the bed, unwilling to move. He was lying on the pillow with the quilt only covering his waist, revealing his snow-white back.

He has hickey marks all over his body, the affair just now was too intense, and now he feels tired even moving his fingers.

But he was quite satisfied with this shot in his heart. He was dizzy the first two times, and the first time was so painful that he was terribly painful. patience and tenderness.

He likes Fu Wenshan to kiss him very much, tender and affectionate. Fu Wenshan has a very strong figure and feels safe when holding him, which will give him the illusion that he is loved and protected.

This buddy has a good relationship.

Xie Wanxing gave Fu Wenshan an eight in his heart, and two points were deducted because he was afraid that he would be proud.

Xie Wanxing lay on the bed for a while, then looked at the empty bed next to her.

Fu Wenshan just put on his trousers and went out. He thought Fu Wenshan had gone to drink water, but it has been more than ten minutes now, why hasn't Fu Wenshan come back yet.

He waited for another 10 minutes before Fu Wenshan came in from the door with a tray in his hand.

When Fu Wenshan approached, Xie Wanxing realized that there were warm water and washed fruits on the tray, and there was a clean hot towel beside it.

Fu Wenshan pulled his hand over very naturally, wiped it clean with a hot towel, and stuffed the plate of fruit into Xie Wanxing's hand, "Eat it, it's not iced."

Xie Wanxing stared blankly at the glass bowl in his arms.

After he just finished, he really acted like a baby to Fu Wenshan in a daze, saying that he was suddenly thirsty and wanted to eat fruit, but he was too lazy to wash.

He just said it casually, but Fu Wenshan really washed him up.

Xie Wanxing stuffed a grape into his mouth, he looked at Fu Wenshan a little strangely, and asked, "Why did you think of washing the fruit for me?"

Fu Wenshan was even more strange than him, "Didn't you want to eat it yourself?" He still put his arms around his neck and said, like a kitten coquettish.

Xie Wanxing held the grape in his mouth, it was sweet and sour, full of juice, it burst open in his mouth.

He wanted to laugh a little, he was in his 20s, and he was not a beautiful boy who needed to be cared for, yet he was treated like this.

He rubbed Fu Wenshan lightly with his foot, and asked, "Are you so patient with every bed partner?"

He wasn't probing, just pure curiosity.

Fu Wenshan thought to himself, how could I know, I have only been your bed partner until now.

He fed Xie Wanxing a cherry and said, "Just one for you."

Xie Wanxing couldn't help laughing.

He didn't believe Fu Wenshan's words. Fu Wenshan probably swore to every lover like this, saying that I only treat you like this.

If he believed it, he would have spent all these years in vain.

But sweet words are always pleasant, not to mention they are not even lovers, they are just bed partners.

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After eating only half a bowl of fruit, Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan had another fight.

He had freshly washed cherries in his mouth, and when the two kissed, the bright red fruit disappeared between their lips and tongues, and transparent red juice dripped from the corner of Xie Wanxing's mouth, which Fu Wenshan once again licked. kiss away.

That night, Fu Wenshan didn't go back at all.

When Xie Wanxing took a shower, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. The black nightgown was already too dirty to look at. He changed into a pure white one. White is always very fairy, with a kind of noble smell, but his current brows and eyes are full of spring, no matter how he looks like a serious person.

Xie Wanxing couldn't help reaching out and pointing at himself in the mirror, cursing, "You're blinded by sex."

But when he got out of the bathroom and slept with Fu Wenshan, Fu Wenshan put his arms around his waist and held him in his arms, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with being seductive and unconscious.

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The next morning, Fu Wenshan came out from the back door of Xie Wanxing's house, walked a certain distance, entered the garage of his own house, and drove to the company.

He recorded a song in the recording studio for a day, and he has a surprisingly good temper. He is not usually a person who loses his temper, but he has never been a person who looks gentle.

But today he seemed to be doing it for no reason, with a smile on his brow.

Jiang Han glanced at him strangely, then looked again, and touched him, "Master Fu, what happened to you?"

Fu Wenshan looked strange, "What good thing? Are you finally going to resign?"

Jiang Han: "Get out. As long as I can squeeze money out of you for a day, I will never resign."

Jiang Han shut up, too lazy to ask anymore, Fu Wenshan is still that bastard, he hasn't changed for the better at all.

After finishing work at the company that day, Fu Wenshan went to Xie Wanxing's house again.

Xie Wanxing also seemed to know that he would come, and she didn't look surprised at all. She sat on the high-back chair and stretched out her hand to him lazily.

When Fu Wenshan walked upstairs with Xie Wanxing in his arms, he couldn't help but think that this kind of thing is really familiar, at least he didn't have any ideological struggle today.