Human food sex

Before knocking on the door of late return, Haiwan was not mentally prepared.

The word "sleep" was said lightly, but he didn't understand the hidden meaning.How to sleep, where to sleep, how to feel, how to start, a blank slate.

Just thinking about what "EcstaticBoy" did made him feel like a pain in his back, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

There is a corner of this world where there are a few people who are constantly rustling and whispering, and you are the only ones watching and discussing.

The feeling of wanting to catch something but being unable to catch it caused Haiwan tormented a lot.

Chigui didn't show too much surprise at his request, he let him in and sat by the bed to ask questions.

From the angle of looking up, looking at him from the bottom up, the unexpected power is compelling.

In front of him, Haiwan was like a middle school student who was called into the dean's office for violating discipline, with his head lowered against the wall, and the youthful aura returned to this weather-beaten person.

"Why should I sleep with you, do you know?"

"I know... I don't know." Haiwan received his encouraging eyes and continued, "Are you trying to turn this into a deal?"

A transaction that does not involve personal emotions.

"You're pretty smart." Chi Gui said indifferently: "But not smart enough. It's true that I never help people for no reason, but I don't need to establish a power relationship with you. I'm just trying to see how important this matter is to you. "

He doesn't do things that are icing on the cake. If he wants to help, he needs to know whether this matter is important enough that he is even willing to dedicate his life to it.

If it's an insignificant matter, it's not worth him borrowing chopsticks to fund it.

"Then will you help me?" Haiwan was not sure, the man in front of him was really unpredictable.

Chigui didn't answer, took the phone and clicked on the "EcstaticBoy" page, found the video of blatant masturbation, and played it to him: "The photo is you, this video can't be you?"

"That's right." Haiwan suddenly realized that the photo was stolen, but he had never shot this kind of video, and the person in it should be "EcstaticBoy" himself.

He looked down intently, his trouser belt was suddenly loosened, half of it was pulled down by Chigui, revealing half of his buttocks, round, plump and fair.

"What are you doing!" Haiwan punched him subconsciously.

Clinker Chigui looked elegant, with an appearance of never bothering to use violence, but in fact he was vigorous and responsive, raised his arm to block his fist, and pressed his elbow behind his back with his backhand.

"What's crazy!" He paused the screen, took a screenshot, enlarged it below his hip bone and said, "Look for yourself, what's here?"

Haiwan took the phone hesitantly and took a closer look. There was a mole the size of a sesame seed on the side of the man's right buttock.

Chi Gui turned on the bedside lamp, grabbed his buttocks without any emotion, brought the exposed skin under the light, and said, "It's really not you."

"Nonsense!" Haiwan hurriedly pulled up his trousers, but the drawstrings had already been untied, and the hem of his trousers was hanging precariously below his waist, his waist loomed in the light and shadow, and it was directly connected to the dark ditch behind him.

Chi Gui glanced at it, looked away, and said, "The ones who can get access to the finished film are mostly photographers and post-production, and translators generally don't get it. Of course, the possibility of copying it when changing hands in the middle is not ruled out. But after all, it is a small job. Probability event. In addition, models can also get photos, presumably you usually only get your own."

"Yes, our completed films are all sent to us in the mailbox in the later stage, each sent separately, and they cannot be strung together. If the semi-finished pictures are not specially requested, they will directly destroy the negatives after repairing." Haiwan said, "The studio There are so many people here, I can't take off the pants of others one by one to see if there are any moles on him?"

Chi Gui said: "I can find someone to block this account for you, but don't you want to find out the person behind it?"

Since he can seal the account, can't he know the information of the account owner?Gulf is deeply skeptical.

The young man's emotions were all on his face, and Chigui was in a trance for a moment, it was only because he had no city.A person who has been in the bottom society for many years is so innocent.

I don't know whether to laugh at it or cherish it.

Chi Gui said bluntly: "It's not difficult to find him. The question is, do you want to find him? You have to know that this person is probably someone close to you. If he is someone you trust very much, you may not be able to accept it." .”

He pointed sharply at Lu Yuanzhou.

"It doesn't matter, just check." Haiwan said seriously: "I want to know whoever he is. But I know who he is and what kind of person he is."

It was definitely not Lu Yuanzhou, he was convinced.

Seeing his firm attitude, Chi Gui nodded, "Understood, go back to sleep."

Haiwan rubbed against the door and looked back at him, his eyes shining in the night like the moonlight.

"Thank you," he said. "You're a nice guy."

Chi Gui couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, the momentary brilliance disappeared in an instant: "Nonsense."

Waking up the next day, when Haiwan left after washing up, Chigui had already left.There was breakfast left for him on the dining table, and a note: Do not leave water stains when washing dishes.

It was only at this moment that Haiwan really realized that he entered the house by himself, and actually lived in the frozen snail's house.

On Saturday morning, the summer wind was separated from the tempered glass, and the air in the house was freezing cold, twenty degrees was really too low.

Haiwan walked to the door and turned up the temperature. When he turned around, his phone rang. It was Lu Yuanzhou.

"Hello——Wanwan!" He was still surprised, "How's it going, did you do anything real on the first night?"

"What are you thinking about? I'm just staying at his house." Haiwan rubbed the bridge of his nose, "By the way, I haven't had time to tell you, last night was just..."

He sighed, told him a series of bad things, and said again: "Anyway, he said he would check for me, I'll wait and see."

Haiwan walked to the table, the shrimp porridge was still warm, the bacon was burnt, and the fried egg was golden.He has never experienced the joy of eating breakfast, but today he knows the taste.

"What do you eat?" asked on the phone, "Did you eat at his house?"

Haiwan cleaned up the battlefield in two or three, opened the show, washed the dishes and said, "I ate the rest of his breakfast."

"Hey, start the video, let me see what his parents look like." Lu Yuanzhou was in high spirits, "Hurry up, what are you doing?"

Lu Yuanzhou hesitated for a moment, hung up the phone, clicked on the video call, held up the phone and glanced around: "I see, it is... clean and rich."

"The curtains were still drawn in broad daylight, so I didn't look carefully. Let's look again." He poked his head anxiously, as if he wanted to stick into the screen.

Haiwan switched to a voice call and continued: "It's very high-end, not the kind of exaggerated high-end like gold on the wall, but it's very expensive at first glance, with a unique texture."

"Don't watch it, it's not suitable. His house is very clean. Have you ever seen cartoons? It's the kind of cleanness in which white stars are shining everywhere after cleaning. Oh, his house is also carpeted, white, It feels like you can get dirty by stepping on it twice."

Lu Yuanzhou sighed again and again, yelling that he was ungrateful for sex, and after a long time of fussing, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "That person you introduced...is that flat buttock, what is his origin?"

Haiwan wiped the table clean, rinsed the rag and put it on the shelf, "You mean Fang Nan? He is a studio model, he seems to be a foreigner, and I don't know him very well. He doesn't talk much, and he leaves after shooting. I heard that the conditions at home are not very good.”

A small number of those who do their work really like it and dedicate themselves to art, but most of them are forced by life, and few of them have good conditions.

"What's wrong with him, why did you suddenly ask him?" Haiwan opened the refrigerator, wanting to find a bottle of water to drink, but didn't want to see all kinds of ingredients that he couldn't name. There was a row of beer on the right door, still downstairs The kind you see in supermarkets. "Look at what this beer is, the packaging is so strange."

He switched to the video call again, Lu Yuanzhou glanced at it, and blurted out: "Westvleteren12, produced in Belgium, is known as the best beer in the world. Seriously, that Fang Nan, can you tell him to change the gym? Don't say yes I said."

"Why?" Haiwan closed the door of the refrigerator, turned on the faucet and drank a couple of sips of the water, wiped the water stains around his mouth and said, "He went to Brother Dalin, didn't he happen to bring him business?"

"No reason, I just annoy him anyway!" Lu Yuanzhou hung up the phone involuntarily, and only left the last sentence: "Get him away quickly."

Haiwan was inexplicable. He wanted to ask Lin Cheng, but he clicked on Moments aimlessly, and immediately understood.

In the photo Fang Nan posted last night, he was lying on the fitness equipment, and Lin Cheng was leaning on him, probably instructing him to practice his buttocks, but this posture was very subtle, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a kiss.

In the middle of the night, at a specific angle, in an empty gym, a pair of good-looking men.

Lu Yuanzhou's reaction was beyond Haiwan's expectations, but within reason.He understands that sometimes, with some people, you don't feel that much, but when he is a newcomer, the feeling of being deprived can't be suppressed. Looking back at the person, everything is good, even the shortcomings are cute.

After all, human nature is cheap.

For example, Lin Cheng's relationship with Lu Yuanzhou, and his reaction when he saw Xing Jiaran last night.

Haiwan suddenly realized that before he knew it, he seemed to have fallen.

In order not to make Chi Gui feel that he was idle and had nothing to do, he went out to get clothes from Lu Yuanzhou, borrowed a kimono from another model's house in the studio, and went back in the afternoon.

Chi Gui had already put on his apron and was busy by the stove, and when Haiwan entered the door, he was stunned for a long time by the porch.

Evening, twilight, a window, a table of food, a dim light, a person is waiting for him.

For the first time in his life, he had the feeling of going home, as if he was on his way home.

If this is true, if everything in front of him belongs to him... He is greedy for the warmth of this moment, like a child addicted to sugar, wanting more, wanting to keep the sweetness of the moment.

Unfortunately, it is delusional.

"Home-cooked food, are you taboo?" Chi Gui turned around, the kitchen chandelier hung above his head, casting a soft light.His expression was still calm, but it was extremely reassuring.

"No...not taboo." Haiwan eats everything except ginger, "You are so busy, why come back to cook?"

Chi Gui could naturally see that he was looking for something to say, so he used this to hide his shyness, pointed to the hand sanitizer on the corner cabinet and said, "Disinfect first, put the shoes in the cabinet, and change clothes."

The dream only lasted for a second, the carriage turned into a pumpkin, the glass slipper fell on the deck, and everything returned to reality.

Haiwan entered the house resentfully, changed his clothes and came out after washing his hands, sat at the dining table and asked him: "Is it not good for me to eat your meal?"

"Then don't eat it." Chi Gui spoke mercilessly, his words were sharp and cold as ice. "To eat or not to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat, I'll eat." On the table was a can of braised pork ribs, assorted vegetables, white rice and shrimp, and a bowl of soup of unknown origin.Haiwan grabbed his chopsticks, took two bites of rice, and asked hesitantly, "My...you..."

Chi Gui knew what he wanted to ask, took out a file bag from behind, pressed the hand he extended, and said without doubt: "I'll read it after eating."

His dishes are indeed delicious, regardless of Chinese or Western food.Haiwan couldn't tell the difference between putting the salt first and the vinegar first. He just thought it was the best food he had ever eaten, even better than the Michelin-star meal he had in the back kitchen of the hotel that day.

"Your cooking is delicious, did you learn it on purpose?" There was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing in the room. He was not used to the quiet atmosphere at the moment, so he tried to chat with him: "Does cooking require talent? Why have I cooked it several times?" Years, are they still so unpalatable?"

"Don't talk while eating." Chi Gui stopped him back with a word.

Haiwan let out an "oh" and silently ate his food, not daring to make any more noise.Perhaps he looked so aggrieved that Chigui couldn't stand it anymore, so he made an exception and said, "If you learn it yourself, it's not hard to like it. Cooking does require talent, but it's impossible to rely on talent alone for anything."

"You can learn it by yourself so well!" Haiwan immediately expressed his admiration, his loving eyes bent into two rainbow bridges, "I also learned it by myself, but I can't do it well."

Chi Gui looked at him, lowered his head and fiddled with the rice grains in the bowl, and said, "Eating is philosophy, which shows human nature. Most people cook unpalatable dishes because they want to innovate, but they don't have the ability to innovate. For example, scrambled eggs with tomatoes , you can fry it casually, the taste is not amazing, at least it will not be hard to swallow, but if you insist on putting some kelp and fungus in it, and feel complacent that you have invented a new dish, then there is no cure. Self-esteem High, the commonality of human beings."

"Is that so..." Haiwan swallowed a piece of pork ribs, telling himself not to sit on the right seat, and asked, "How do you make your ribs? Why are they red like the ones in the restaurant?"

"I added some southern milk and red yeast rice." Chi Gui only ate half a bowl of rice, got up and put the bowl and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

Seeing this, Haiwan hurriedly ate the leftovers in his bowl, and took the plate in his hand: "Let me collect it, you have cooked, I can't eat for nothing."

Chi Gui was not polite, he said "um", and then heard him ask: "Do you want to put this leftovers in a box?"

"It's down." He walked to the sink and washed his hands, "The nanny will come to collect the trash tomorrow."

Haiwan felt that it was a waste, but when he remembered the apple eggs that time, he knew that was his style, so he had to pick out the shrimps on the plate and stuff them into his mouth before throwing away the leftovers.

After washing the dishes and disinfecting them, he walked outside Chigui's bedroom and knocked on the door. He got permission to go in and said, "What happened last night... I'm not rushing, I just want to ask."

Chi Gui threw the document bag on the dining table to him again: "It contains the account holder's information."

Haiwan took out a stack of paper, looked at the smiling face printed on it, and felt strange: "He is..."