canary dressed as a disabled villain

He Zhuo lifted Zhuang Jianning up and sent him out of the window, "Do you like to go to the river to feed the fish?"

As soon as he poked his head out, his hair was blown away by the cool evening wind from the river, and his back was held firmly by He Zhuo. Zhuang Jianning simply stretched out his arms, waved them in the air, and closed his eyes to enjoy this kind of The comfort of flying.

His expression and posture were full of laziness after being satiated, "You should throw it away, I am very good at swimming, maybe I swam back before the cruise ship landed."

He raised his head, looked at He Zhuo with a smile on his face, and said in a soft voice as if coquettish, "Are you reluctant to throw it away?"

Ten years ago, He Zhuo would really have thrown him down, and he would have followed suit.

After all, at that time, he had also won the imperial youth swimming championship.

It must be a special pleasure to play with such a soft and wavy little fox on the river.

Glancing at his useless calf, he silently hugged back Zhuang Jianning who had leaned out of the window.

After the fireworks were set off, the surface of the river returned to calm.

He Zhuo glanced at the time, "Don't you have to record the show tomorrow morning? Go back?"

Zhuang Jianning was blown by the cool wind, and his head was slightly awake.

For more than two months, either studying or competing, it’s been a long time since he has relaxed and entertained like this. He took He Zhuo’s hand and looked up at the watch on his wrist, “But it’s only ten twenty.”

He Zhuo looked at the anxious little fox, "Didn't you play well?"

Zhuang Jianning glanced sideways at the wine cabinet opposite, and stood up from him, "It's rare to come out, don't waste such a beautiful view, let's sit down and have a drink and chat, shall we?"

Before He Zhuo could respond, he bent slightly and opened the door of the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of red wine and two goblets.

He Zhuo stared at his slumped seductive waist, slender white and long legs, what beauty is better than his little fox.

Fearing that he would lose control, he reached for the windbreaker beside him and threw it over.

Putting on a long windbreaker in a vacuum, Zhuang Jianning put the cup and wine bottle on the table, and sat in the soft chair opposite He Zhuo.

After sitting down, he remembered that he was just sitting on the table in front of him, tied with a red string by He Zhuo, picking red plums and eating candy.

The red wine has not yet woken up, and people are already slightly tipsy.

He Zhuo wiped the white on the table on the little fox's bright red lips, then picked up the wine glass he pushed over, raised his head, and took a sip.

Wine is good wine, but compared with the taste of the lips and tongue, it is far worse.

Looking at his slender neck and sliding Adam's apple, Zhuang Jianing swallowed inexplicably.

Seeing that He Zhuo put down his cup and looked over, he purposely stuck out the tip of his tongue and hooked the white that He Zhuo had just smeared into his mouth.

Blinking at He Zhuo again, he picked up the red wine and took a big sip. The wine soaked his mouth and flowed down his throat into his stomach, making his limbs and bones feel free.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered softly: "It's still a comfortable day like this, it's really tiring to work hard."

He Zhuo looked at him intently, and blurted out: "Then you will be responsible for eating, drinking and having fun, and I will be responsible for raising you, okay?"

Zhuang Jianning's eyes flickered, he didn't need anyone to support him, although the hard work was tiring, the feeling of reaching the other side of his dream after hard work was too wonderful, he would never give up.

But this did not prevent him from being very happy to hear this.

I'm afraid no one in the world can stand the other half saying this.

Zhuang Jianning raised her head, drank the wine in the glass, stood up, and crossed the table.

He Zhuo was wearing light slacks today, he avoided popping sugar, and sat in someone's arms.

He never thought that He Zhuo, who is used to controlling everything, would learn how to eat sweets like him.

At first, he was blindfolded by the blindfold, and then distracted by the fireworks, so he didn't see much.

But as soon as he thought of He Zhuo's posture at that time, a secret sense of excitement immediately rushed from his toes to Tianling Gai, his whole body was like being electrified.

As the distance got closer, he was sensitively aware that He Zhuo's mood didn't seem too high, even a little low.

Regardless of the current gap between the two of them, or his lack of understanding of He Zhuo, the only thing he can do to bring He Zhuo a happy experience at this time is to do it.

The body is still excited and relaxed after being satisfied, it should be very suitable for entering the state

He leaned close to He Zhuo's lips, feeling the tremor of blending breath, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to do it?"

Hearing this, the image of the little fox and another man walking side by side, talking and laughing suddenly flashed in He Zhuo's mind last night.

If it wasn't for their marriage, the soft and slutty little fox would be easily coaxed to bed by some other man.

Gently rubbed his small white chin with his index finger and thumb, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. His voice was low, and he couldn't hear too much suppressed emotion, "Think again? Once is not enough?"

The moonlight outside the window was reflected by the river and cast on He Zhuo's face. His eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and handsome, and his amber eyes seemed to be full of stars.

Zhuang Jianning was dazzled by his smile, didn't care to answer, hooked He Zhuo's neck with unsteady breathing, held his lips in his mouth, eagerly sticking out the tip of his tongue against the gap between his lips, and was about to go deeper, although covered by fine wine, Still tasted the astringent and bitter taste in his mouth.

He frowned and backed away, took a bottle of Evian water from the coffee table beside him, unscrewed the cap, brought the bottle to He Zhuo's mouth, and said a little embarrassedly: "Rinse your mouth."

"You also dislike your own things?" He Zhuo stared at his blushing little face, didn't manage the water, wrapped his big palm around the back of his head, and kissed him vigorously.

Moonlight, fireworks, river surface, evening breeze, and the strong hormones of mature men, the atmosphere is so good.Zhuang Jianning let out a groan, and quickly fell, no matter how bitter the taste was, it was covered by intoxicating body fluid.

He Zhuo let go of the little fox in his arms until he returned the thing in his mouth to its original owner with his tongue.

While wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the pulp of his thumb, he couldn't help but kissed his little face again.

Different from the raging deep kiss just now, this time with a soft meaning, he used his tongue to lick his swollen lips all over, and kissed all the way to his wet eyes.

Zhuang Jianning's whole body softened and melted, as if his body had lost weight, floating gently in mid-air.

Twisting his buttocks, he felt that the poppy candy underneath was getting more and more irritating, but He Zhuo didn't intend to get into the point at all. He dodged his eyes and asked in a low voice: "He Zhuo, don't you like...doing it with me?"

Yu also used it, and his body reacted honestly, but he didn't touch him at all after so long.

Was it because of his legs, or did he care about the relationship between the original owner and Cheng Yan?

In the original plot, although the original owner and Cheng Yan had a short period of inexplicable and unclear relationship, but in order to reflect the double cleanliness of the protagonist Gongshou, the original author repeatedly emphasized that the protagonist Cheng Yan and the cannon fodder Zhuang Jianning did not even hold hands Pass.

Zhuang Jianning felt that he still had to explain, "He Zhuo, I have never kissed anyone before, nor have I had any other physical contact, you..." He didn't know if his face was red or not, but he could feel the burning panic, drooping Mou continued, "...all of them are the first ones."

He Zhuo felt his heart tremble, but what he wanted was far more than that. Without him, the little fox would have various firsts with other men.

If you want it, you have to do it thoroughly, without revealing anything.This has always been the principle of his work.

He moved his eyes to Zhuang Jianning's heart, wishing that his eyes could turn into sharp knives, dig out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, and lock them up firmly, so that no one will covet him.

It also prevented his little fox from liking any other man.

Seeing that He Zhuo still had no expression and didn't make a sound, Zhuang Jianning knew that he couldn't bear the discomfort, and sat on his lap facing each other, compromising with a little disappointment, and stretched out his hand to hold the big pop syrup.

He Zhuo suddenly grabbed his hand, didn't let him move, and didn't explain much, just asked softly, "When will the show finish recording?"

Zhuang Jianning didn't know what he meant by changing the subject suddenly, after thinking about it, referring to the time of the previous issue, he honestly replied: "It will be around 11 noon tomorrow."

He Zhuo reached out to straighten his blown hair: "No, it's all over."

Before Zhuang Jianning could speak, he added, "Is there no other job after that?"

Zhuang Jianning tilted her head to look at him, and slowly said: "I think I'll finish it all after the fourth episode," blinked her wet peachy eyes, "What do you think, Mr. He?"

He Zhuo looked at him, suddenly blissful to his heart, he understood that the little fox was asking for praise, and he was not very familiar with the business, so he said bluntly: "En, you did a good job."

Zhuang Jianning let out a "pop" laugh. I don't know if this sentence is a compliment to a subordinate or a child. He picked up the previous question, "After recording the show, there should be other work, but it won't take as long as this time."

He Zhuo nodded, the small and beautiful flower flashed in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.

Zhuang Jianning was caught with one hand, and gently caressed the amber eyebrows with the other hand, and said tentatively: "He Zhuo, we won't do it if you don't like it. Whatever you like, what you don't like, or what you want me to do, you can do it. Tell me, okay?" I just want to make you... happy.

He Zhuo hugged him tightly, he knew that he was suffering from skin hunger and thirst, and he knew exactly where his symptoms were most serious.

I want to hold people in my arms all the time and rub them into the bone marrow.

Once a hole is torn, two or three days is not enough.

He has endured it for so long that he is almost insane.

Reach out to explore Xiaohua.Fuck his cleansing mantra, f**k all you can eat, he wants it now!

"Ah!" Zhuang Jianning screamed, shaking violently, and couldn't help calling, "He Zhuo."

He Zhuo suddenly sealed his lips.

The syrup just now has not yet melted, and the small flowers that are ready to bloom soon bloom into fragrant and attractive stamens.

Zhuang Jianning couldn't move his whole body, he was so weak that he had no strength, and his mind was dizzy, so he could only let others fiddle with him.

In order to make it easier for Popping Tang to resist Xiaohua, Zhuang Jianning stood up slightly, but couldn't stand He Zhuo's hot and fixed gaze, so he could only turn his head to avoid meeting his gaze.

"I can't tell whether you are friendship or missed love~"

Zhuang Jianning was startled, and quickly looked at the source of the sound on the table behind him, only to realize that it was his new phone ringtone.

When he saw the caller ID clearly, he suddenly felt ashamed of being spied on for doing the most secret thing, and remembering why Chen Mo came to this call, he suddenly let go of the popping candy he was holding in his hand like an electric shock , standing up straight with legs, twisting his waist, reaching out to hang up the phone.

Just as he was about to eat, He Zhuo was interrupted. He Zhuo was already full of displeasure. Seeing that Zhuang Jianning's first reaction was to abandon him and choose to answer the phone, he felt extremely stuffy. He pulled his arm and said in a deep voice: " Don't accept it!"

Zhuang Jianning was about to press the red button to hang up, when the hand pulled by He Zhuo shook, he heard Chen Mo's voice faintly coming from the microphone, "Jianning, is it convenient for you to come to my house tomorrow night? I..."

He panicked and hung up the phone quickly.

During the break at noon, he told Chen Mo in detail what he had learned about He Zhuo's calf. Chen Mo immediately called and relayed the information to his grandfather, who is known as the "master" in the field of Chinese medicine.

After listening to the grandfather, he said that he could prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine baths for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, but in order to have further curative effect, he still needs to understand the patient's condition in detail and formulate a targeted treatment and rehabilitation plan.

Chen Mo's phone call now is probably because his grandfather has an idea, maybe his grandfather wants to see him to learn more about the situation, or maybe he is going to get the prepared Chinese medicine.

But no matter what kind of situation, must not let He Zhuo know.

Regardless of He Zhuo's temper, as far as the current relationship between the two is concerned, they are not close enough to make decisions for each other at will.

He could imagine He Zhuo's reaction after knowing this.I am indeed beyond the distance.

Thousands of thoughts flew through his mind, and Zhuang Jianning's small bamboo pole also wilted visibly to the naked eye.

He Zhuo let go of his hand, leaned back on the back of the wheelchair, his voice was so cold that it almost froze, with a still hoarse, "What are you going to his house for?"

The compelling eyes scanned Zhuang Jianning slowly, and Zhuang Jianing felt that he had interpreted the next sentence he didn't say——

Do what we do now?