Nouveau riche love story

Last night was a lot of tossing. When Shang Xiaochen woke up the next day, the sun was already high, and he missed breakfast perfectly. After a while, it would be time for lunch.

It was rare that Chen Jing'an didn't get up early, and lay down in the bed with him, opened his eyes and lazily rubbed against his neck.

When the warm breath sprayed on the skin, Shang Xiaochen realized that something was wrong.

He raised his sore arm and lifted the quilt a little bit. As expected, he didn't have any clothes on his body, not only him, but also someone behind him.

The little flag that the man raised when he woke up in the morning is now against his ass.

Shang Xiaochen's chrysanthemum tightened, and the soreness in his private parts made him a little scared, so he quickly rolled up the quilt, wrapped himself like a silkworm baby, and struggled out of Dr. Chen's arms.

"What's the matter?" Chen Jing'an saw him bury his face in the quilt without making a sound or speaking, so he understood, looked at the clock on the wall, picked up the pajamas and pajama pants from under the bed with a knowing smile, and put them on .

Then she leaned forward, pulled him out of the bed with a little strength, kissed him, and said softly: "I'll make breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

Shang Xiaochen looked at the magnified handsome face in front of him with a flushed face, his heart was beating violently, and he held back for a long time before saying: "Anything is fine".

"Okay, take a break." Chen Jing'an replied, kissed his bright red lips again, and then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When the person really left, he really opened those round eyes and turned around.

In the past, he liked Chen Jing'an's house the most. Except for the bathroom, everything beside it was open, and now he regrets it immensely!

What's so good about being open, he can see everything he does in the kitchen!

He was the only one left on the two-meter-wide bed, twisted on the bed in a very unseemly posture, and the sunlight shone in through the window, slightly dazzling his eyes.

"Do you want porridge?"

The man who was talking to him came out of the bathroom after washing. He was obviously 26 or [-] years old, but he exuded a youthful atmosphere.

The bangs are really a magical thing, they look like a gentle boy when they are put down, but they are mature and blurred when they are lifted up.

Lips that smelled of fresh mint toothpaste were imprinted on his side face tirelessly, making Shang Xiaochen, who had just shown his head, want to shrink back into the quilt again.

After he went to the kitchen, Shang Xiaochen quickly got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The feeling of backache, back pain and leg cramps does not necessarily mean that you are old. You can also feel this way if you work too hard on the first day of the new year.

Shang Xiaochen stared blankly at the traces of himself in the bathroom mirror, and felt more and more ashamed to face others.

But he has no face to see people, his stomach growled in protest, he took a simple bath, his body was actually refreshed, he vaguely remembered that Chen Jing'an washed him before he fell asleep yesterday.

He stared at a puffy face and rubbed it to the kitchen counter, and Dr. Chen conveniently fed him a bowl of purple sweet potato and glutinous rice porridge and a glass of fresh grape juice.

Shang Xiaochen is also worthless, because the snacks and drinks handed over by others brightened his eyes, and he never thought that these things were the ingredients he bought with money yesterday.

He was holding a transparent glass, the color of the fruit inside was beautiful, but the taste was a bit like red wine.

Chen Jingan lowered his eyes, held the glass cup, and took a sip.

Shang Xiaochen stared at the light green liquid in the glass, watching it flow from Chen Jingan's lips to his throat, and then to his slightly heaving chest... He was so close to him that he could even feel his breath, with the fragrance of grapes The aroma, obviously drinking only fruit juice, but it makes people feel a little dizzy and drunk.

Through the white T-shirt, he traced the contours of Chen Jingan's chest muscles and abdominal muscles with blurred eyes, and began to miss the feeling of his hands touching them last night.

Shang Xiaochen shook his head, and quickly took another sip to calm himself down.

Dr. Chen looked like a good baby by quietly cooking beside him, why did he come up with such an idea?

His heart is very complicated, what is this called!How on earth did I miss this juicy Chinese cabbage, and what kind of wild thoughts did I have in broad daylight.

However, when I think of last night, a person who is so gentle on weekdays is so... on the bed... Shang Xiaochen subconsciously covered his butt and spurned himself, this is really forgetful beat!

He even had some doubts, did Dr. Chen work as a doctor?Or practice Sanda?It is absolutely impossible to suppress it in terms of strength!

"Chenchen, what are you looking at?" The man who spoke silently adjusted his collarbone showing a beautiful collarbone.

Shang Xiaochen sucked in his saliva, looked away guiltily, and said vaguely, "I'm thinking about what to have for my next meal?"

Chen Jingan looked at the time on the phone with a slight frown and said, "It's already 11:30, do you want to eat later?"

Shang Xiaochen said with a sneer: "I saw the light outside was weak, so I thought it was still early."

The blazing sun shone in, if it wasn't for a layer of moon shadow veil, it would have dazzled the eyes.

Chen Jing'an raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun and the bright sun outside, then looked at someone with a stiff face, and silently accelerated the speed of making food.

Shang Xiaochen likes small animals, but he doesn't like raising them very much. Even if he raises them for a few days on a whim, it's just a novelty.

I still remember that he once raised a super cute little Teddy, those black eyeballs, not to mention how rare it is, he is a master who can only see his own dirty and not see other people's dirty, and he can bear the little guy's presence Shit and pee at home, earnestly clean up the dog owner every day.

In the end, the reason why Mr. Yu went to great lengths to find another loving owner for this little guy was that this dog was too estrous.The frequency of estrus simply gave him a headache.

Shang Xiaochen, leaning on his arms and staring at the sun outside, felt that he had become that estrous Teddy right now.

He silently glanced at Chen Jing'an who was sitting in the kitchen and cooking seriously. Just now, on a whim, he touched a gold-rimmed glasses that were placed on a side cabinet, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

A person who is born to be good-looking, because of this small item, is full of charming bookishness and seductive sense of gentle scum.

This is going to be a bit serious. Looking at Dr. Chen like this, Shang Xiaochen automatically played various small mosaic movies in his mind.

Small movies of doctors and patients, small movies pressed on the table, small movies in the kitchen... even a chopstick in the hand seems to be a handy tool.