no way

Zhang Cong didn't speak.He was tortured by Yan Jianghe to the point of madness.

Yan Jianghe tilted his head sideways, Zhang Cong saw the elongated neck line, couldn't help but pounced on it, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"...Dog thing." Yan Jianghe scolded fiercely.

As if he wanted to punish Zhang Cong's family, he rubbed Zhang Cong's firm belly again with his dry and warm palm.

Zhang Cong was too much to be provoked by Yan Jianghe, his abdominal muscles tightened suddenly, and he couldn't hide the reaction he should have.

Zhang Cong is obsessed with ghosts, drunk and dreaming of death.His vocal cords cracked hoarsely, and his throat hurt every time he uttered a sound, but he couldn't help but kept shouting "Yan Jianghe" and "Brother" in a low voice with the pain.

Zhang Cong pushed Yan Jianghe hard, onto the sofa.

Yan Jianghe was also teased enough by Zhang Cong, but Zhang Cong was too aggressive, and he couldn't stand the push, so he had to inhumanely devote all his attention to stabilizing his heels, otherwise he would lose his center of gravity and hit the back of his head on the floor Smashing blood holes.

Zhang Cong could still think of the sofa, so it should have been a great mercy not to put him on the ground and execute him on the spot.

"Don't go to the sofa, go into the house." Yan Jianghe wanted to be the guide, but Zhang Cong was like a sick beast, and he couldn't resist it at all.

"Go into the house." Yan Jianghe pushed Zhang Cong again, and he opened his mouth in a hurry and said, "I have injuries."

Zhang Cong really paused.He breathed violently and suppressed it for a moment, but finally couldn't help it, he pulled Yan Jianghe and pushed him into the room.

Yan Jiang He Dingran knew what would happen next, Zhang Cong was going to eat people.

They both have fire in each other, and it is difficult for anyone to calm down and endure the dryness.At this time, it is meaningless to start talking about "you are still sick" and "go take a bath first".

Men can't give in half-push, men want to conquer the city.

It's a pity that before Yan Jianghe could attack, Zhang Cong pushed him on the bed to save money.

"Damn..." Yan Jianghe Gan was about to vomit, he grabbed the hair on the back of Zhang Cong's head, and pulled his head up, "Mad dog, you crushed me to death."

Zhang Cong was dying of insanity, and he didn't care if the roots of his hair hurt or not.He pressed Yan Jianghe and refused to get up, lowered his head and rubbed Yan Jianghe's neck with his cheek.

Yan Jianghe's blood surged from his rubbing, his neck was scratched, and he wished to find an iron claw to scratch the carotid artery.

"Bastard." Yan Jianghe groaned, finally struggling to free his hands and feet, he simply raised his hand to peel off Zhang Cong's clothes.

Zhang Cong's skin was close to the air, and his body paused for a moment.The hot sparks all over his body met oxygen, crackling and burning more and more intensely.

Zhang Cong tore off Yan Jianghe's loose pajama pants, reached in and pressed them.

Yan Jianghe immediately groaned heavily, he closed his eyes and tilted his head, revealing a large part of his neck again.

Zhang Cong became a wolf dog licking its prey, caressing Yan Jianghe's neck with his teeth, and gnawed at his collarbone.

Yan Jianghe finally couldn't bear it any longer, he reached out his hand to punch Zhang Cong's chin, and slammed this fluffy perverted head up.

Yan Jianghe sincerely questioned: "Zhang Cong, are you a dog?"

"Scream again." Zhang Cong was not annoyed when his face was blocked, he even clasped Yan Jianghe's hand, making Yan Jianghe's hand stick tightly to his face, and then rubbed his face against Yan Jianghe's palm even more viscously.

All the nerves in Yan Jianghe's body were jumping wildly: "What's your name? Stop rubbing..."

"Call me by name." Zhang Cong closed his eyes and kissed Yan Jianghe's palm, "Yan Jianghe, please, call me by my name now. Please."

Yan Jianghe was really a little frightened, they were fighting each other like this, sooner or later one of them would be finished.Judging from the current posture, it is himself who is finished.

"You..." Yan Jianghe accepted Zhang Cong's shamelessness.He gritted his teeth, and pinched Zhang Cong's face with his fingers.

"Hiss..." Zhang Cong immediately felt pain.

Yan Jianghe snorted and said, "Baby, let me see if your skin is thick or thin."

Zhang Cong's black eyes stared carefully at Yan Jianghe. He pressed Yan Jianghe's hand and rubbed his face, screaming in pain: "Brother, I hurt."

Yan Jianghe closed his eyes and simply let it go.

He was planted by Zhang Cong, an evil animal, probably because of the evil debt accumulated several lifetimes ago. In this life, he will not pay back Zhang Cong without interest. God may send him to a barren area where no grass grows, and grow red roses forever.

"Zhang Cong." Yanjiang He followed Zhang Cong, "Zhang Cong."

After these two shouts, Zhang Cong's eyes completely changed.All the scheming, camouflage, and all superficial kung fu were ripped off, none of which could conceal his ugly nature.

Zhang Cong looked up and saw a bottle of men's cream on the bedside table.It is a brand commonly used by Yan Jianghe, and it has a light cool fragrance, which Zhang Cong likes very much.

Zhang Cong fished the cream into his hand, looked at Yan Jianghe's face, dug a piece into his hand, covered his fingers, and poked it in arrogantly.

"Ah..." Yan Jianghe raised his head abruptly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down rapidly, "...you..."

It was too late for Yan Jianghe to lose his temper, he had never expected Zhang Cong to be so tyrannical suddenly.

"Brother, I want you." Zhang Cong lay on Yan Jianghe's body, breathing scorching heat, which made Yan Jianghe feel as if his body was torn apart.

Zhang Cong's pair of dimples suddenly appeared in Yan Jianghe's mind.

true, false.

This big boy with red roses is bright, eye-catching, dirty, vicious, and dangerous.He is bright and barbed, sharp and beautiful, soft and tough, cold and hot.

Yan Jianghe took a deep breath, panting roughly, and said softly: "I will give it to you until I grow old."

Zhang Cong's whole body trembled, the trembling from the inside out, the embarrassment, wrapped up the most primitive vitality and hope of human beings.

It seemed that a newborn, young, sticky baby was slapped by someone.He wailed deafeningly, opened his clear eyes, and shed the first drop of clean tears, expressing his coming and growth to the world.

"...Ah..." Yan Jianghe's sweaty upper body shook on the mattress, he lowered his mouth, and bit Zhang Cong's shoulder.

Yan Jianghe took a mouthful of blood and saltiness: "It hurts! Bastard! It hurts..."

……

When Yan Jianghe woke up again, it was the next morning.

On a sunny day, the sun shines on the curtains, and you can smell the warmth with just the tip of your nose.It is the kind of warmth that is exclusive to sunny days in winter. It is delicate and precious like a warm interlayer with moist white air in the cold.

Yan Jianghe's whole body seemed to be cramped, and it took even a little effort.He turned around, almost biting his tongue sorely.Especially the bruise on his back, which hurt so much that he wanted to cut himself in half.

Yan Jianghe was tossed by Zhang Cong last night, how could that son of a bitch have a throat infection?The previous coquettish and coquettish behavior of crying and chirping to others has completely disappeared. That job is a wolf that is hungry and mad dog!

Yan Jianghe only remembered that when he lost consciousness in a daze, it was almost dawn outside.

"You bastard." Yan Jianghe cursed, his throat was extremely dry.He struggled to get up from the bed, and half leaned against the head of the bed covered by the quilt.

Yan Jianghe had heard movement outside long ago, and could smell some warm fragrance.Blindly guessing that Zhang Cong was tinkering with something in the kitchen.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Zhang Cong came in with a water glass in his left hand and a bowl in his right hand.

Seeing that Yan Jianghe was already awake, Zhang Cong walked two and a half beats faster, with two squishy dog ​​legs.He leaned over to Yan Jianghe and asked cautiously, "Brother, you're awake, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"..." Yan Jianghe choked his neck, his face twitching.

Zhang Cong's voice was still hoarse.

Zhang Cong was very obedient and honestly put the bowl on the bedside table.Right next to the phrase "Iwasbornforyou."

Yan Jianghe lowered his head and took a look, he was so hungry from the sweetness—it was his favorite millet mush.Thin and soft, sweet and tender millet paste.

"Drink some water first." Zhang Cong handed the water glass to Yan Jianghe.The hoarse voice asked again, "Does your wound... hurt?"

"..." Yan Jianghe poured a cup of warm water to moisten his throat, and when he finished drinking, he wanted to smash the cup into pieces on Zhang Cong's head.

here we go again.This pair of obedient and pitiful appearance.Zhang Cong really knew what kind of trick Yan Jianghe was playing, and he treated him endlessly.

If it could be abstracted and concreted, Yan Jianghe stretched out his arm to touch it now, and he would definitely be able to pull out a big fluffy tail from the back of Zhang Cong's buttocks!

"Wolf with a big tail." Yan Jianghe shot Zhang Cong angrily and put down the cup.

Zhang Cong paused, bowed his head obediently, and admitted his mistake: "I'm not serious, I hurt you, right?"

Yan Jianghe began to spout hysteria: "You can't be gentle? It's endless. Should I take you to get [-] injections of rabies vaccine?"

"I'm sorry." Zhang Cong said quickly, looking at Yan Jianghe with a pair of dark eyes, like some kind of honest and pitiful dog eyes, "I'm just so happy."

"Brother, don't be angry." Zhang Cong's throat and eyes were split, and he continued in a low voice, "I'm crazy, I'm smug, if you are angry, you can hit me and scold me."

Yanjiang He Chaotian stared blankly, grabbed the pillow next to him, and slammed it on Zhang Cong's chest: "Shut up, you."

Zhang Cong embraced the pillow with both arms. He lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, and suddenly he frowned and grunted in pain.

"..." Yan Jianghe glared at Zhang Cong, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Cong's body shook slightly, he hugged the pillow loosely, and then fell on Yan Jianghe's shoulder.

"Hey..." Yan Jianghe was stunned for a moment, and his temper disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Cong's forehead rested on Yan Jianghe's shoulder blades, rubbing against each other.He said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm dizzy."

"..." Yan Jianghe frowned, and brushed the hair on the back of Zhang Cong's head with his fingers.

The strands of hair are really soft and soft.Perhaps affected by the sense of touch, Yan Jianghe's voice went out and softened a bit: "What's going on? Why are you dizzy? Get up, and I'll see if you have a fever."

Zhang Cong laughed softly, and said, "I'm so happy. I'm so happy that I'm dizzy, I'm going to faint."

Yan Jianghe: "..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Yan Jianghe pushed Zhang Cong aside without the slightest pity, "Get out, bastard."

Zhang Cong's eyelids were drooping, and he stuck to Yan Jianghe with a stern face, and he wouldn't move no matter how hard he pushed.He just provoked someone, so he quickly scooped up the steaming millet on the table to curry favor.

Holding the bottom of the hot bowl, Zhang Cong approached Yan Jianghe like offering a treasure: "Brother, drink some first. I made yam pork rib soup for you, and it's in the pot."

"..." Yan Jianghe took a sip of the rice paste.I only sigh that once this person is greedy, he will be completely irresistible when he is caught.

Yan Jianghe squinted at Zhang Cong: "How can there be yam and ribs at home?"

Since Zhang Cong went to Beijing to go to school, there has been no fire at home for almost half a year. Where did the raw materials come from?

"I went to buy it in the morning." Zhang Cong smiled again.

He avoided the important and neglected the important, and he didn't tell Yan Jianghe honestly. ——He locked the two doors before going out to buy them.

Zhang Cong asked again: "By the way, where is Yan Meitong? I haven't seen it all this time."

Yan Jianghe took another sip of the rice paste: "Before I thought about going to the countryside, I sent it to Chong Tianxia for foster care."

"Then I'll pick it up in the afternoon." Zhang Cong's hair fluttered lightly.He spoke faster, "Aren't you going out these two days? What does the hospital say? Are you on leave? Can you rest at home?"

"Yes..." Yan Jianghe sighed.

"That's good." Zhang Cong whispered.

Yan Jianghe had nothing to say, he took a mouthful of rice paste to fill his stomach.The smell from the kitchen is getting stronger and stronger.

Seeing Yan Jianghe finish his last mouthful of rice paste, Zhang Cong quickly stretched his neck over, pecked Yan Jianghe on the mouth, and then took the bowl.

Zhang Cong licked the sweet residue of rice paste on his lips, and said hoarsely proudly: "I'll go and see the soup, you can rest for a while."

Zhang Cong turned around and went to the kitchen.

Yan Jianghe stared at Zhang Cong's back, lost sight and went to listen to the kitchen.

He thought to himself: "This little bastard is terrible, very scary."

Yan Jianghe slipped down and lay down again, facing the ceiling, maybe because Lai changed his position, his stomach bumped again, and he felt even more uncomfortable being seduced by the fragrance wafting in.

Why was Yan Jiang so angry that he cursed at the innocent ceiling again in a low voice: "You bastard."