only love waiting for you

Just when Zhang Fan was leaning on the sofa and feeling sleepy, the door was opened from the outside.Zhang Fan pushed Ling Han on his lap with his hands, Ling Han frowned displeasedly, turned over and hugged Zhang Fan's waist, and continued to sleep, not intending to wake up at all.

Zhang Fan touched his nose in embarrassment, and said with some embarrassment: "Hello, uncle and aunt, I'm sorry that I can't get up to say hello to you."

Mother Ling walked over and slapped Ling Han hard on the buttocks. Ling Han woke up instantly, clutched his buttocks and jumped off the sofa, while rubbing his buttocks, he looked at his mother and complained: "Mom, you are bullying me!" After finishing speaking, he looked at his father who was standing not far away, and introduced: "Dad, this is my lover Zhang Fan."

Zhang Fan didn't expect Ling Han to be so straightforward, rubbed his numb legs and stood up, "Hello, uncle, my name is Zhang Fan, you can call me Xiaofan."

Mother Ling put two cups of tea on the tea table, motioned for Zhang Fan to sit down, and said, "Okay, what a good boy, Zhiguo, sit down and chat with Xiaofan, I'll go prepare dinner."

Zhang Fan stood up again, and walked towards the kitchen while talking, "Auntie, you and uncle rest, I will cook."

Seeing that no one paid attention to him for a long time, Ling Han rushed ahead of his mother and said: "Mom, you can let him cook, anyway, he cooks at noon, you and my dad rest."

"You child, the older you get, the more rude you become. You and I come to the kitchen to cook and let them chat."

In the kitchen, Ling Han stood behind Ling's mother, muttering displeasedly: "Mom, why did you ask him to talk to my dad alone? Why did you call me over? Besides, I don't know how to cook!"

Mother Ling said while choosing the dishes in her hand: "Didn't you know how to cook something simple in the past? Why do you live more and more and go back? If you two live together in the future and you don't cook, don't let Xiaofan go home after work all day? Are you cooking now?"

Ling Han said without thinking: "What's wrong with his cooking? His cooking skills are pretty good. Besides, I don't know when I will cook."

When it comes to Zhang Fan's cooking skills, it is also due to Ling Han. A year ago, Zhang Fan specially hired a special chef with a high salary to teach cooking at home for a month in order to "catch a person, first catch his stomach". art.

Ling's mother looked at Ling Han helplessly, "It's just that Xiaofan is spoiling you, making you more and more ugly."

"He is willing to spoil me! You still have objections if he spoils me, don't tell me that if I find a girl, I have to give way to her and spoil her everywhere, and you will be happy! You can cook by yourself, I'm going out. "Ling Han said displeased.

Mother Ling grabbed her son's clothes, "Come back, why don't you go out and make trouble, just stand behind me if you have nothing to do, your father has something to tell him."

"Mom, why are you doing this!"

Ling's mother turned on the broken thoughts mode, "What's wrong with me, I'm not doing it for your own good, Xiaofan's conditions are so good, not only successful in his career, but also handsome, why should he fall in love with a man like you, look Look at you, you're lazy, you haven't graduated from college,..."

Ling Han interrupted Ling's mother, and said unhappily: "Mom, you said that to your son, why am I not good, I am too lazy to do things because he is used to it, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going out, bye it's you."

Ling Han closed the kitchen door with a bang, sat down by the sofa, and listened with his ears, but things didn't go according to his idea.

Ling Han only heard Ling's father say happily: "Well, good, then his mother and I can rest assured, he has a stubborn temper, you can let him do anything else. Stay tonight and have some wine with uncle. "

Zhang Fan solemnly made a promise, "Thank you for handing him over to me. I will definitely take good care of him and not let him suffer any grievances."

When Ling Han heard that he was going to drink at night, it meant that he would live in the same room with him at night, so he quickly said: "Dad, he has to drive home at night, so he can't drink."

Ling's father gave Ling Han a dissatisfied look, "Drink, stay here tonight, and leave tomorrow, Xiaohan, why do you get older and more ignorant?"

Zhang Fan smiled lightly and said, "Okay, everything will be arranged by uncle."

"Putting up, huh~" Ling Han felt that he was just unlucky, thinking about it, he leaned against Zhang Fan aggrievedly.

Zhang Fan held his hand lightly, tapped the back of his hand with his fingers soothingly, looked at Ling Han dotingly and smiled, then turned his head and said seriously to Father Ling: "Uncle, Ling Han is very good, Meeting him taught me a lot.”

"Okay, you two watch TV, I'm going back to the bedroom to sleep, I'm a little tired today." After finishing speaking, Ling's father walked into the bedroom, watched his son kissing me with a man, expressing that he is getting used to it now cannot.

Ling Han slightly excitedly waved at Papa Ling's back, "Dad, please walk slowly."

Seeing Ling's father close the door, Ling Han clung to Zhang Fan's ear, softly inquiring about the content of his chat with his father, Zhang Fan smiled lightly and shook his head, raised his index finger between his lips as a gesture of secrecy.

Ling Han rolled his eyes helplessly, "Hmph, if you don't say it, don't say it! This young master doesn't want to know!"

"Ling Han." Seeing Ling Han's arrogant and angry appearance, Zhang Fan gently rubbed his hair, his eyes were full of affectionate light, and his voice was even softer, trying to melt Ling Han's heart.

This kind of Zhang Fan was rarely seen by Ling Han, he was a little stunned for a while, and nodded hurriedly, "Yes. Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Fan grasped Ling Han's hands tightly, his black eyes stared at him for a moment, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was casual but extremely serious, "No, I just wanted to call you."

"Are you stupid!" Ling Han raised his head, his eyes fell into his bottomless eyes, Ling Han's heart moved fiercely, and a sentence emerged in his mind: There is a kind of love called "love" I just want to call you', I feel at ease knowing you are here.

Such a warm and sweet scene, such a pampering and tender action, was witnessed by Ling's mother who happened to come out of the kitchen. Ling's mother coughed in embarrassment, and only then pulled the two of them back.

Ling Han turned his face away with blushing cheeks, pretending to be looking at the passing scenery outside the window, Zhang Fan nodded to Ling's mother, "Auntie, take a break."

"You don't need to stay with me, there is a computer in Xiaohan's room, you two go play!" Ling's mother looked at Ling Han's shy look a little speechlessly, and for a moment she even wondered if she was seeing it wrong?

"Okay." After finishing speaking, Zhang Fan got up, took Ling Han's hand and walked into the bedroom, closed the door behind him, put his arms around Ling Han's waist, and pressed him against the wall, almost impatiently. Those seductive red lips sucked everything in his mouth like hunger and thirst.

Ling Han's breathing gradually became faster, and he let out a soft groan: "Well, hubby, don't."

Zhang Fan let go of his lips, and half-hugged him to sit on the edge of the bed, "Honey, you are so tempting, always tempting me to commit crimes."

Ling Han broke away from his embrace, sat down in front of the computer desk, turned on the computer, logged on to QQ, clicked on the QQ game Fight the Landlord, "Who tempted you, I'm playing a game."

"Aside from you, who else can tempt me, you play, I'll sleep for a while." Zhang Fan said while lying on his back on the bed, closing his eyes to catch up on sleep.

Zhang Fan slept until dinner time. The dinner was a Chinese home-cooked dish. The four of them ate and chatted around the dining table together. The atmosphere was relaxed and happy.During the dinner, Zhang Fan had a few drinks with Ling's father, his face was rosy and he was slightly drunk.

After taking a bath, Zhang Fan sat on the edge of the bed, curled his fingers at Ling Han, and said in a mysterious way: "Come here, baby, I have something to tell you."

Ling Han put his ear close to him in doubt, but Ling Han didn't hear any whispers, but was pulled down by him and lay on top of him, Zhang Fan put his arms around his waist and rolled over, pressing him down , "Baby, let's do it!"

The warm breath sprayed against Ling Han's ears, making him shrink his neck uncomfortably, "I just did it this morning, my parents are still next door, they will hear."

"Then keep your voice down." Zhang Fan kissed him involuntarily, the more he kissed, the more he couldn't hold it back, his hands slipped into the clothes along the hem, stroking his smooth body.

Ling Han snorted, feeling the heat of Zhang Fan's palm, he could not stop touching him, even if his clothes were gone, he couldn't feel the cold, instead it was getting hotter and hotter, Ling Han twisted his lower body impatiently, feeling his whole body Hot as if on fire, longing for more of his touch.

Zhang Fan turned his body over, made him kneel on the bed, supported his waist with both hands, and entered his body from behind, Ling Han screamed, trembling to bear his wildness. "It's too fast...ah...husband...don't...ahah..." Ling Han shook his head helplessly, feeling his first orgasm tonight.

"Shh, baby, keep your voice down." Zhang Fan stretched out a hand to caress his lips as he said, and stretched it in to stir his tongue. Ling Han subconsciously sucked his fingers in his mouth, and his tongue moved. Licking back and forth, the moan in the throat was light and shallow, accompanied by heavy breathing.

The spring night is beautiful, and the swallows are in harmony with the spring, which is really good.

The two of them were ups and downs, tossing and tossing until the middle of the night before Zhang Fan let go, patted his white and plump buttocks, "I can't take a bath, I can't go to sleep after I wipe it off."

Ling Han let out an 'um' in a hoarse voice, but he didn't move at all, lying on the messy quilt in a drowsy sleep.His body was turned over in an instant, and Ling Han frowned uncomfortably, "Zhang Fan, why don't you die."

Zhang Fan chuckled lightly and bit his ear, "I'm dead, who will satisfy you." Hearing his humming of protest, Zhang Fan took out a wet towel and wiped the bodies of the two of them. After cleaning up, he held them in his arms again , with a happy smile on his lips, he fell asleep.

As the biological clock arrived on time, Zhang Fan opened his eyes, sat up and looked at the clock beside the bed pointing to 07:30, got out of bed lightly, looked back at the sleeping man, squinted and smiled, and turned around Get out of the bedroom.

Zhang Fan walked to the bathroom while rubbing his shoulders that had been pillowed by someone all night. After washing up, he walked into the kitchen and saw Ling's mother cooking breakfast. He smiled and said, "Auntie, let me make breakfast!"

Mother Ling said while frying eggs: "Xiaofan, you got up so early, why don't you sleep more?"

"I'm used to getting up early, has uncle gone out?"

"Well, he is on duty today. He just left. Xiao Han is still sleeping, right?"

After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan said: "Yes, he fell asleep in the early morning, let him sleep more."

"Xiaofan, Xiaohan will need you to take care of him in the future. This child has been in poor health since he was a child, and he was often sick and hospitalized. He didn't get better until he was 18 years old. I still remember that when he was 3 years old, he was not discharged from the hospital because of a high fever. He has been notified of critical illness, but luckily he was rescued. Because of his body, his father and I were afraid that he would feel inferior, so we never had a second child and focused on him. Now he can find a husband, at least someone Continue to take care of him for us. I will ask you to take care of me in the future." After Ling's mother recalled, she bent slightly and made a gesture of please.

Zhang Fan hurriedly reached out to support her, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Auntie, don't worry, I will take good care of him even if you don't tell me, I swear that I will treat him well for the rest of my life."

Ling's mother said happily: "Auntie knows you are a good boy. I have told you so much. I only hope that you two are happy, so that my father and I can rest assured."

Zhang Fan said with a serious expression: "Auntie, I promise."

It was almost noon when Ling Han woke up, rubbed his sore waist, pulled on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom, searched around but didn't see anyone, and asked Ling's mother who was eating at the dining table: "Mom, where is Zhang Fan? "

Ling's mother picked out the fishbone and said: "His company has something to do and left before you woke up, but he said he will come to pick you up the morning after tomorrow. It seems that he is going to Sanya for fun!"

Ling Han sat down with a smile, casually picked up a piece of fish in front of him, and said inarticulately: "Got it."

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Dear friends: Qing Menger, I hope everyone understands here. Menger went to Ningbo to play during the National Day holiday. Sorry, I did not update the article in time!I hope everyone will continue to support Meng'er's writing, MUA~