voice control bun

The reason why Xiao Baozi is called Xiao Baozi is because he is slightly fat and white and tender.

Xiao Baozi is a vocal control, especially for the gentle uncle voice, he has zero resistance, because his voice is always soft, very childish.

On this day, he went to the cake shop opposite the apartment building to buy breakfast as usual.

It's a small shop with warm light and very clean. Seeing those tempting pastries outside the window, he couldn't help but go in.

After choosing and choosing for a long time, he took a plate full of various pastries to the cashier to check out.

The little brother at the counter changed, he didn't pay attention, he just stared at the small pastries that the little brother was packing, paid the money, and these were his, hehehe.

"Thank you for your patronage."

The little brother was carrying a loudspeaker, and such a small sentence exploded fireworks in the little bun's ears in an instant.

How...how could there be such a nice voice! !Good uncle, good attack!

The little bun looked up, oh, oh, nosebleed!The little brother is handsome and fair, only in his early twenties!Great contrast!Moe is bleeding!

"Then...well, can you say a few more words?" Xiao Baozi lowered his head and asked shyly.

Aww!Why is he shy!Your face is so hot!

"What's the matter?" The little brother asked with concern, seeing the little bun's face flushed.

"No...it's nothing." After saying that, Xiao Baozi ran downstairs in a hurry.

I yelled in my heart: My wife is so sweet, it makes people nosebleed when it is gentle.

Since then, Xiao Baozi from the cake shop has come more frequently.

Xiao Baozi is a manga artist who doesn't make a lot of money. He belongs to the category where he can run out of money by going to the cake shop every day.

So today Xiao Baozi only took one puff.

The little brother looked at a puff in his hand, then at the bun, and silently removed a ham and cheese bread from the shelf in front of the cashier.

The little bun was about to cry, but the chubby wrung his hands and raised his big round black eyes: "I... I have no money, I can't afford it."

The little brother glanced at Xiao Baozi's pitiful appearance, and said lightly: "I invite you." The gentle uncle's voice rang in Xiao Baozi's ears, and Xiao Baozi suddenly felt that there were many pink bubbles in the world in front of him.

The little brother is a college student, studying medicine, has a little cleanliness, and works part-time in a small cake shop.

The dormitory life was not very suitable for him, he was thinking about moving out, somehow, he thought of the white and tender little bun-like little fat man who had to buy a lot of pastries at the cake shop every day.

And then...they became neighbors.

He found that Xiao Baozi's work and rest were very irregular, and he often went to bed very late.He found out that Xiao Baozi would feed the cats and dogs downstairs with buns, and found that Xiao Baozi seldom went out, except for the cake shop.

The sound insulation of the room was not very good. One day he heard the sound of two men fighting and arguing about something in Xiaobaozi's room.

A man said: "He slept with me, I've seen all kinds of shit?! He's mine."

Another man said: "Oh! Didn't you force him to sleep with you?! He loves me."

Xiao Baozi said in a crying voice, "You...don't argue."

The little brother was still in shock, his body had already taken the first step, and he broke through the door as soon as he lifted his foot.

Little Baozi was almost scared to cry. He was in a radio drama group, and two great gods were playing in the group. When he was making a voice call, his little brother kicked his house.

"Don't believe them, I like you!" The little brother was still panting, with a sexy and provocative voice, when he suddenly burst out these words, the little bun didn't react.

The little brother was also stunned, why is Xiao Baozi alone in this room? !

"You... just said who do you like?!" Xiao Baozi's brain circuit was finally connected, and his eyes were shining.

The little brother glanced at the room, and finally locked his eyes on the little bun's digital drawing board: "I said I like your paintings."

Xiao Baozi looked down at the beautiful bodies of the two entangled men on his own board, blushing.

The little brother saw that there was something wrong with the little bun's reaction. He walked over to have a look, and immediately blushed.

He thought, maybe it's better for him to admit that he likes buns.