unscrupulous pregnant woman

Han Yang avoided Cheng Yuan's sight, neither admitted nor denied, just grinning.

He reached out and took out a cucumber from the fruit and vegetable basket next to him, and bit it down with a 'click'.

"If you want me to change it, I will subsidize you to open a private restaurant tomorrow. I will be in charge of publicizing it for you, young master. Four or six points, I four you six, I guarantee you will make a lot of money in a year."

"Need not."

Without even raising his eyelids, Cheng Yuan put the side dishes into the pot neatly, and the aroma would be gurgling every few days.

Han Yang took two mouthfuls of cucumber and found it tasteless in his mouth.

Hearing what he said, he curled his lips with disdain: "You are a fool, you won't even let you be a white wolf."

Cheng Yuan didn't speak, and after a while, he took out the dishes in the pot one by one and put them on the dining table.

Han Yang's index finger moved wildly, and within a short while he ate up all the delicious food on the table.

Different from his turbulent eating habits, perhaps due to his temperament, Cheng Yuan also eats slowly, with a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of vegetables, in a well-behaved manner.

After eating and drinking enough, Han Yang stroked his stomach and burped contentedly.

Seeing Cheng Yuan get up to clean up the dishes, he decided to think about it in his free time.

To say that this person is an honest gentleman, the matter of Cheng Yuan cheating him for 1000 yuan before is a certainty.

But to say that this person is a charlatan, after getting along with him for a few days, Han Yang felt that he really didn't look like one.

He fixedly looked at Cheng Yuan's sharp-edged side face. The man was buried in washing the dishes, as if he didn't feel Han Yang's gaze.

After a long time, Han Yang said with a half-smile: "Has anyone told you that your appearance will be very popular in the gay circle?"

The movements in Cheng Yuan's hands paused, and then returned to normal, as if he heard a very common sentence: "No."

Han Yang stood up and walked to his side.The slender fingers stroked Cheng Yuan's bronze forearm, deliberately rubbing it back and forth with some erotic taste.

"So now you know, how about it? Feeling sick?"

Cheng Yuan didn't speak, drained the water from the plate, inadvertently withdrew his hand, and turned to clean up the debris on the table.

Han Yang felt bored, turned around and plunged into the bathroom.

Cheng Yuan held the corner of the table with one hand, stared at the bathroom for a long time with deep eyes, and let out a foul breath as if suddenly discouraged for a long time.

He lowered his head and looked gloomyly at the goosebumps on his forearm where Han Yang had just touched it, and the place between his legs that was ready to move.

It was as if there was a feather on the tip of his heart that seemed to be teasing him.

Just now... I almost lost my composure.

The two of them started to get busy after dinner, and Cheng Yuan suddenly discovered that Han Yang had lost his usual shrewd and coquettish appearance, and in private he was still a thoroughly Internet-addicted teenager.

At this moment, he was wearing a headset and sitting only three steps away from him, wearing a flowered vest and flowered pants, and yelled at Fang Qiu in the game.

"Nurse is bloody! My master fought this old monster today!" Han Yang's voice did not belong to the rough category, but there was not much shocking hostility when he said it, it was more like coquettishness.

Cheng Yuan spends about two hours reading every day, but today Han Yang attracted his attention without reading two lines.

He sat on the sofa with great interest, watching the man blushing and yelling at the headset.

For a moment, I was a little dazed and thought, in fact, it is not bad to live this kind of life.

After finally finishing a round, Han Yang's voice became hoarse. Turning around, Cheng Yuan was seriously lowering his head to read the book. He leaned over treacherously, glanced at the words on the book, and was immediately dumbfounded.

The above is densely packed in English, and there is not a single Chinese character in the whole text.

"Can you understand?" Han Yang asked.

"Yeah." Cheng Yuan turned a page of the book, on the surface he looked serious, but in fact his heart had already grown grass.

Han Yang moves too much when playing games, the floral vest hangs loosely on his body, and the pink nipples come out from the side, which seems to have a unique milky fragrance.

Cheng Yuan rubbed his temples and couldn't help laughing.

When did he become a pervert who secretly thought about a man's nipple?