Poor husband and Pepsi love

Caressing his head with his hand, he whispered in his ear: "Liu Hai, do you still think about...that...in my body?"

Liu Hai shook his head and said, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Wu Zonglun smiled wryly: "I will only ask the last time, and I will never ask again next time."

Liu Hai nodded sullenly and said, "No matter what, Brother Ang is by my side, that's enough."

Wu Zonglun turned over him: "But you are not feeling well, I can't let Haier be unlucky. Let my wife serve you today, brother Liu Hai..."

He deliberately made a fool of himself, and finally made Liu Hai burst out laughing.Seeing him smile, Wu Zonglun felt relieved, quickly took off the underwear he had just put on, fumbled for the ointment, and used it consciously.

Lying on the bed with open arms as if death was at home: "Brother Liu Hai, come on!"

Liu Hai was also polite, but when he tried to learn what Wu Zonglun did to him and kissed each other, he felt that Wu Zonglun's body was tense and his fists were clenched. It seemed that he really took this matter as a chore.

When he tried to enter Wu Zonglun's body, he gradually felt that it was becoming more and more wet there, as if liquid was dripping on the bed.Wu Zonglun trembled slightly, but his breathing became weaker.

He didn't feel right, so he hurriedly stopped.

"Brother Wu?"

He touched the junction of the two, and the liquid turned out to be blood!Hurry to leave Wu Zonglun's body.

Wu Zonglun raised an arm to cover his face: "It hurts so much down there... I used to be... such a jerk..."

Liu Hai fetched warm water and wanted to wipe Wu Zonglun's blood. Wu Zonglun struggled to sit up and said, "I'll do it myself."

Liu Hai gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Ang, in fact, as long as Brother Ang is by my side, I don't care about the rest. Brother Ang has already sacrificed a lot for me. I don't want Brother Ang to sacrifice for me in these things."

Wu Zonglun originally had this kind of mentality. Once he was pointed out by Liu Hai, he felt that he was indeed too narrow-minded. The gratification of two emotions is the most beautiful and natural thing in the world. Why insist on tying it with self-esteem and sacrifice!

"It's not sacrifice, it's love." Wu Zonglun held Liu Hai in his arms and said, "I like to do happy things with my Hai'er in my arms. As for how to do it, as long as Haier feels comfortable."

Liu Hai nodded: "Then Big Brother Angkor will stay below next time."

The corner of Wu Zonglun's mouth twitched: "Haier..."

Liu Hai laughed and said, "I'm just kidding! Brother Ang is on top, never made me bleed, but I put you...on top, let's talk about things like this later when I'm more proficient..."

Thus, Wu Zonglun's first and only crisis was resolved!

Old friend

nine,

This summer is not very hot. When the typhoon came, most of the fishermen stopped, and the business of the fish shop was less than half. Originally, Wu Zonglun was going to close down. It happened that one afternoon, when he was sitting in front of the door waiting for work , I heard a guy chatting with someone inside and said that he wanted to find a gentleman on the street to help write a letter from the family, Wu Zonglun asked: "How much is it to write a letter from the family?"

The guy said: "Five dollars, sometimes bring your own paper, only three."

Wu Zonglun has been doing some menial work these days, and he has not done things like Mr.'s accountant. In fact, he has a little idea of ​​hiding his whereabouts.He was born in a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, but he gave up his fame to stay with a man. Although he has been expelled from his family, he is always afraid that someone with a heart will come to him and cause trouble.

But since the typhoon came, the fish shop had no work for a few days, and these day laborers were all sad.Thinking of Liu Hai's hard work in chopping firewood every day, Wu Zonglun said: "You bring the paper, and I will write it for you now. It only costs two dollars."

The guy was dubious: "You can write? Don't waste my paper..."

This question is asking, can the dignified Tanhualang in front of Damayu Street write?

Wu Zonglun smiled wryly: "Bring the paper, I'll write it for you."

The buddy dictated, and Wu Zonglun recorded it. After the buddy finished speaking, the family letter was also finished.

The buddy still doesn't quite believe it. Although the flying dragons and phoenixes on the paper do seem to be good, how do you think it's different from the words you usually see?

"Wait a minute, I'll show it to others, and I'll give you money only if it's real!"

Wu Zonglun smiled: "Okay! Take it!"

The clerk went in and went to the accountant and asked if there were characters on the paper. The accountant was stunned: "Is this a word? Such a smooth running script can't be mastered after 30 to [-] years of practice. Who is this master? Can you recommend it to me?" one time!"

The buddy was stunned: "Expert? An expert is squatting at the door waiting for work!"

The accountant didn't believe it, so the guy called Wu Zonglun in.Seeing his imposing manner, the accountant believed him three points.

Asked his name, the clerk rushed to say, "His name is Wu Er. He has been working in a fish store for a few months."

The accountant glanced at the clerk angrily, and said, "You wrote this book?"

Wu Zonglun didn't know his intention, and said: "Yes."

The accountant's eyes lit up: "Brother, have you ever read a book?"

Wu Zonglun said: "I have never read it. I have only studied for a year, and I can read a few words."

The accountant asked, "Can you settle accounts?"

Wu Zonglun: "No."

The accountant was a little disappointed, and said: "This word is a good word, it's a pity. To tell you the truth, my brother, although I am just an accountant, I was also a scholar in the past, and I am used to being arty. You can sell me this word."

Wu Zonglun shook his head: "I don't dare to sell it. It's not appropriate for you to hold the family letter of Yutou Ah San. If you like to read letters, sir, I will write you another one."

The accountant said: "Really?! I don't like to read letters, but I love your words. Let me think about it, what should I write? Just write about a long journey, and show the length of the grand plan."

Wu Zonglun raised his pen and wrote to him.

The accountant was very satisfied, and drove Yutou Ah San out to work, and then handed the sealed package to Wu Zonglun and said, "This is the pen fee, sir, you must accept it!"

In a moment, even the address became Mr.

Wu Zonglun pinched it, knowing it was broken silver, opened it and took a small piece, handed the rest back and smiled, "It's not worth so much to write a word, and I will be grateful if you take care of me in the future. "

The accountant raised his beard excitedly: "The old man is right, he is not greedy for petty profits, and he will definitely have a lot to do in the future. The money is not much, so you keep it. As long as the old man is here, you can just come and do things. It's just brother, He solemnly spoke out six words: "If you are rich, don't forget each other!"

Wu Zonglun almost laughed out loud, I dare say that this old man has read too many novels...

He clasped his fists and said: "What the master said, although the villain doesn't understand it very well, but if there is a day in the future, I will definitely not forget the kindness of the master's appreciation." I added in my heart: Unfortunately, I will not have a day in the future.

Wu Zonglun took the silver and went home happily.Pushing the door and about to call Liu Hai, he was stunned at the scene in front of him.

Shao An was leaning on Liu Hai's shoulder, but Liu Hai raised his hand and patted Shao An's back!

It has long been seen that Shao An has a problem!

Wu Zonglun was so angry that his eyes turned black. Seeing him, Liu Hai hurriedly left Shao An's embrace, went forward and said, "Brother Wu, why did you come back so early today?"

Wu Zonglun was sad and indignant: "Yeah, it's really not the right time for me to come back!"

Liu Hai was stunned: "Brother Wu? What's wrong with you?" He lowered his head and took the things in his hand: "What day is it today? Why did you still buy meat?"

Wu Zonglun gave Shao An a hard look, and went straight into the house.Seeing his face turning blue, Liu Hai asked hesitantly, "Brother Ang?"

Wu Zonglun said: "What were you doing just now?!"

Only then did Liu Hai come to his senses: "Oh, Brother Shao An just came to report the funeral, and the bride who was going to pass away in three days died of a sudden illness. I saw him crying and comforted him." He took a peek at Wu Zonglun: "Brother Ang, You're angry?"

Wu Zonglun sneered while packing up the meat: "Do you want to hug each other for comfort?"

Liu Hai was silent for a moment: "Brother Ang, are you jealous?"

Wu Zonglun slammed the meat on the chopping board: "Would you be jealous if I hugged someone else?!"

Liu Hai lowered his head, picked up the meat, and soaked it in the water. Seeing his silence, Wu Zonglun felt uncertain, angry, and kept silent.

When Wu Zonglun saw that Liu Hai took the meat, he used too much force and chopped it off with a single knife. He knocked over the wooden chopping board and hit Liu Hai's feet. Liu Hai hugged his feet and squatted down in pain.

"Are you okay? Are you okay? Let me see!"

Wu Zonglun was startled, he regretted and was anxious, he pushed aside Liu Hai's covering hand, and saw that his instep was fine, but the sole of his foot had blisters, and there was a fresh wound, which was stained with blood because it had not been treated.

Wu Zonglun gritted his teeth: "The soles of the shoes are worn out, and the feet are pricked. Why don't you say it? I'll buy you a new pair."

Liu Hai said with a smile: "It costs a lot of shoes to go up the mountain, why buy new ones, this pair can still be worn."

Wu Zonglun got up and fetched warm water, passed by outside and saw Shao An saying goodbye in embarrassment, nodded angrily, thought for a while, and added: "Congratulations."

He sat on the stool with Liu Hai in his arms, held his feet in his arms, carefully wiped off the blood with a damp cloth, added some herbal medicine, blew it, and wrapped it in a dry cloth.

The way he applied the medicine seriously made Liu Hai feel warm in his heart, and he couldn't help smiling.

"Don't hug others next time." Wu Zonglun helped him to sit at the table, "I will be jealous. I look ugly when jealous!"

Liu Hai smiled: "Can't even hold a child? Can my mother?"

Wu Zonglun was also laughed angrily by him: "Liu Hai, you are mine, as long as you know it in your heart."

He still felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.But when Liu Hai jumped off the chair, he hugged him from behind: "I see, Brother Wu, don't be angry."

It was just a soft sentence, and the clouds all over the sky dispersed.

During the meal, Liu Hai asked Wu Zonglun where he got the money to buy meat, Wu Zonglun