Brother Zhuo said he should study hard

After sitting down for a while, Liao Zhuo suddenly felt uncomfortable all over his body, especially his waist, which was very sore. He didn't feel much just now, maybe he was pulled from the bottle just now, or..."

Sitting next to him, Leng Zhen discovered something was wrong in time, stopped his chopsticks and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Backache." Liao Zhuo said.

Leng Zhen stretched out his hand to touch his waist: "Where is it sore, I will massage it." He massaged him while talking.

Liao Zhuo snorted: "Take it easy, it's all your fault." He didn't have much emotion at all, just said it in passing.

Leng Zhen was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I'm the one who hurt you when you're having a good time?"

"......"

"Pfft." Yang Fan took a sip of wine directly.

Leng Xin touched his nose.

Liao Zhuo's ears turned red, and he stopped talking.

Xiao Fei didn't understand, he thought Liao Zhuo's back was sore, didn't think much, and planned to reach out to massage him, but Leng Zhen slapped his hand off before touching Liao Zhuo.

"Don't touch him." The three words were extremely domineering.

Before Liao Zhuo noticed, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Fei with a dazed expression, unable to smile.

Leng Zhen put his arms around Liao Zhuo's waist with one hand, massaged him, and picked up the chopsticks with the other to eat again.

Liao Zhuo didn't say anything, and took the initiative to lean next to Leng Zhen, the two of them got closer, their bodies were almost touching, it looked like Leng Zhen was holding Liao Zhuo in his arms from the outside.

Xiao Fei had some guesses in his heart, but he was not brave enough to be sure. He drank a few more glasses of wine with Liao Zhuo, and quickly thanked him. Today, Liao Zhuo helped him out of the siege. Liao Zhuo nodded and it was over. Xiao Fei wanted more Chatted with Liao Zhuo, but with a cold glance, Xiao Fei shut his mouth instantly, and quietly accompanied them to eat, a group of people beside him didn't dare to speak.

After the meal was over, the boss personally sent them out, and now even treated Xiao Fei politely, Xiao Fei snorted coldly and ignored him.

Leng Xin's car was parked not far away, Liao Zhuo's waist was still sore, and he stretched out his hands to help him when he walked.

"Second brother, you send Zhuo and Fan home first, and I'll go shopping." Leng Zhen took out the car keys from Leng Xin's pocket.

Leng Xin nodded.

Liao Zhuo didn't know what he was going to buy, he thought he would be back soon, so he said hello to Xiao Fei without asking, and followed Yang Fan and Leng Xin towards the Land Rover.

Leng Zhen drove away in Leng Xin's car by himself.

Xiao Fei and his group were dumbfounded, they are so fucking rich, there are probably not even a single million sports car in their small town.

"Brother Fei, who is that Brother Zhuo who just helped?" Someone asked.

"You're an idiot, you don't even know the bully of No. [-] Lieutenant Colonel, Liao Zhuo, you fight very hard, and you don't want to die when you do it."

"......"

No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School are separated by a certain distance, and there is no major contact between the two schools. Naturally, they are not very familiar with each other, and they usually make trouble in their own schools.

Leng Zhen arrived half an hour after Liao Zhuo and the others returned home, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which contained massage cream and a scraping board.

Liao Zhuo panicked when he saw it: "My husband, it doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore, I don't need this."

Leng Zhen shook his head, sat down on the sofa, patted the sofa: "Come here, I'll give you a massage, I've learned the technique just now."

Liao Zhuo was stunned: "You just went to study for so long just to press my waist?"

"Well, it didn't take long. I'll see it a few times. It's in the massage parlor for the blind." Leng Zhen said as he unwrapped the ointment.

Liao Zhuo was so moved that he didn't know what to say, so he had to come over and take off his clothes obediently and lie down.

Leng Xin came out of the bathroom wearing Leng Lu's bathrobe, and was delighted to see their actions: "You two are doing so hard, Liao Zhuo will complain of back pain."

Liao Zhuo blinked and deliberately ignored Leng Xin's teasing words: "It's not pain, it's soreness. It seems that I twisted my tendons when I put the bottle just now."

Yang Fan laid the sofa on the other side flat: "Brother Leng, find me a pajamas."

"Take it from the closet in the room. There is a new bathrobe. There are sheets and quilts in the second compartment. I will press them for him later. The two sofas are put together to form a big bed." Leng Zhen finished talking about his legs. They knelt on Liao Zhuo's waist separately, and slowly massaged Liao Zhuo according to the steps the boss said.

Yang Fan found the quilt and sheets, took them out and threw them to Leng Xin, and then went to take a bath. Leng Xin hugged the quilt, sat on the sofa, and watched Leng shake his hands.

After half an hour.

"Um...husband... a little to the left."

"Um.....husband... a little to the right. It's comfortable!"

"Ah...husband...going a little to the right, umm...that's it..."

Liao Zhuo yelled non-stop, Leng Xin couldn't stand it anymore: "Are you fucking massaging..."

Leng Xin's scalp was numb when he called her husband, he really didn't expect Liao Zhuo to call this name so naturally.

Leng Zhen smiled at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly the movement of his hands changed. A finger lightly slid across Liao Zhuo's back, extending all the way to the top of the tailbone: "Daughter-in-law, are you...?"

Leng Zhen didn't say the following words, Liao Zhuo shut up almost instantly.

Leng Zhen's movements Leng Xin saw a real thing: "Is there any reaction to this?"

Liao Zhuo pretended to be dead, those who did not respond, those who did not respond...

Leng Zhen got up from the sofa: "Second Brother, you'll know if you try it some other day."

Liao Zhuo was relieved, it was different from what he thought, he thought it would be very painful, after all, he had done massage for blind people before, and the feeling was not good.

Yang Fan came out of the bathroom, brushing his hair while walking.

Leng Xin glanced at him, then suddenly let go of the quilt and strode towards him, almost instantly pressing him against the wall, making the man turn his back to him, and stretched out his hand to untie Yang Fan's bathrobe.

Yang Fan was scared to death: "Fuck, what are you doing!"

"Rape." Leng Xin said.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Liao Zhuo bent down and laughed.

Yang Fan was overjoyed when he heard it, and stopped struggling: "Young Master Xin, it seems that Shen Yixian has been gone for a week, and you can't hold back anymore? How will you live in the next few years?"

"I'll try." Leng Xin said.

Yang Fan looked confused: "Try what?"

Leng Xin didn't respond to him, and untied his bathrobe from behind, and pulled it out directly.

Yang Fan only wore a pair of underwear, but his figure was excellent, with a perfect waist and tight muscles.

Just as Yang Fan was about to turn around, Leng Xin stopped him: "Don't move."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Yang Fan didn't think that Leng Xin was interested in him. He didn't know how much Leng Xin cared about Shen Yixian. Putting those kind of private photos in his wallet must be something he would only do if he was in love. .

Leng Xin didn't get close to Yang Fan, just pressed him against the wall with a wall, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes, he slowly stretched out his hand, and slid down Yang Fan's neck imitating Leng Zhen's movement.

Almost as soon as he started to stroke, Yang Fan jumped to the side in less than three seconds.

"Ha, it's really interesting, does it really feel like this?" Leng Xin looked like a curious baby.

Only then did Yang Fan understand, reacted, twisted Leng Xin's next door, turned around and pressed him on the sofa: "You will know if you try it yourself."

Yang Fan grabbed the nape of his neck, pulled down the bathrobe, and swiped it up.

But Leng Xin didn't respond at all.

Uh...Yang Fan repeated his confirmation several times, but Leng Xin still didn't respond.More than just no response, there was no change in expression at all.

"......"

"It turns out that it's divided into people. I thought everyone would be able to use this trick." Leng Xin said.

Leng Zhen smiled and put his hand on his forehead: "It's not that it's useless to you, it's just that he's the wrong person. If it's Zizai, he doesn't need to do anything. Just stand in front of you, and you will react."

Leng Xin lay on the sofa, buried his head in the quilt, and hid his face in it. He missed that person, thinking about it crazily, and his heart ached.

When the three of them saw each other, they stopped making noise.

Yang Fan got up from him and put on the bathrobe for him, rubbed the back of his head: "He will be back."

Leng Xin doesn't look weak on the outside, but at this moment, Leng Zhen doesn't know how he feels in his heart, he seems to understand his second brother a little bit.

Liao Zhuo rubbed his waist and found that he was much better and relaxed.

Leng Zhen helped to open the sofa, and the two sofas were still put together, which was bigger than the big bed in the bedroom. The bed sheet was made into a super big bed.

There is only one quilt, but the heating has not stopped, and the room is not cold.

Liao Zhuo couldn't bear the smell of the ointment all over his body, so he decided to take a bath, almost just entered the bathroom with a bathrobe, and stepped in after the cold shock.Anti-lock, undress in one go.

Liao Zhuo looked at the reaction under him, put the bathrobe on the shelf, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Leng Zhen walked towards Liao Zhuo with a big stride, a wall dong pressed him against the tiles, and a leg squeezed between his two legs: "Uh huh, yelling for a long time, don't you just want to seduce me?" ?"

"Ang, I'm just here to seduce you. Why, don't you let me hook you?" When Liao Zhuo said this, he turned his head to look at Leng Zhen with blurred eyes.

Leng Zhen kissed the corner of his mouth: "What do you say..."

The remaining words are all buried in actual actions.

.................

In the living room, Yang Fan and Leng Xin stared wide-eyed. There was no sound insulation in this house at all, and they could hear all the movements coming from the bathroom clearly.

Yang Fan couldn't tell what mood he was in now. If he had heard this before, he would definitely be sad, or angry, but now he is surprisingly calm.

Did he really let go?

Yang Fan took out his mobile phone, clicked on Ross's QQ and sent him a message: "Daughter-in-law, I miss you." This was the first time he called Ross that way.

Rose's QQ profile picture is gray, obviously this will not be online, they have been chatting almost every day since the second year of junior high school, the more they chat, the more speculative they are, the interests and hobbies are the same, they are very close, but they may not meet, at least After some passion, the two get along more like friends. Tonight's claim is a big breakthrough.