pig iron

In the morning, he sent Mu Chuan away tremblingly, and Zi'an went back to his room and lay down on the bed, took out his psp, pulled out God Eater and started playing games.

Choose a male number and choose a female number?Zian hesitated for a long time.

In the end, I chose the female number.While looking at the girl with slender waist and long legs, wearing a short skirt with lace trimming and wielding a big stick to fight monsters, while listening to the voice of the tsundere young lady, she made up her mind.

He thinks it's really worth it to play a female number. Although the sense of substitution is not strong and the fight is not enjoyable, at least he can be tired and staring at the little girl Xinggan.

Pi share & Lu Yifa.

During the day he pointed at the girl's buttocks, and at night Mu Chuan pointed at his buttocks.Mu Chuan leaned on the sofa with his arms around Zian, opened his thigh with one hand, and took a picture of him with his mobile phone in the other.The hair there is all shaved, and it can be seen clearly at a glance.Mu Chuan put it in his hand: "The length is good." Then he surrounded it with his hands: "It will be thicker when you ying."

Fortunately, Mu Chuan had no intention of ying it up, and the younger brother of the Ruan family was still quietly lurking in the middle.

Just patting and patting Mu Chuan became addicted.He put it down.Front, back, side, part, close-up, whole body, Mu Chuan took almost all of them.After the filming, Mu Chuan hugged Zian and flipped through the pictures one by one.Slim waist and narrow tun, clear texture, not being fucked, not being flirted with, but a pretty face with tight lips and downcast eyes seems like a silent invitation—come to me.

Mu Chuan pinched Zian's swollen buttocks, and felt that there was a saying that was very good. A man always has a different demeanor after being fucked a lot.

Of course, beautiful things have great temptations for anyone.Even if he hadn't been taught by tiao, Zian was quite attractive.

After seeing the last full-body portrait, Zi'an said, "Delete it."

Mu Chuan kissed his ear: "Don't delete it, enjoy it anytime."

Sitting in the bathtub soaking, Mu Chuan foamed Zian who was standing outside.At first, I wanted to bring Zi'an in to wash it together, but later I thought that his lower body was seriously injured, and it would not be good if he was soaked in water.Just stand outside and let him get it.Zian's inner thigh was ticklish, and Mu Chuan deliberately scrubbed that area with greasy foam, which made Zian bend down and couldn't help laughing.

Mu Chuan patted the back of his butt, and the expression on Zi'an's face became stiff again, which made Mu Chuan couldn't help laughing.

The two spent a long time in the bathroom, wiped their bodies and came out.Mu Chuan put on a bathrobe for Zian, and tied the belt with a knot in the middle.He leaned close to Zian's ear: "I'll give you something."

It is a jade seal.

The white seal body is warm and delicate in texture, and a small round lotus pod is additionally carved on it, and the words engraved on the bottom are in seal script, which Zian doesn't recognize.

Mu Chuan read out: "Ruan Zi'an Yin."

He put the seal in the palm of his hand, and put one arm around Zian: "Jade is a good jade, that is, the carver Yiban. But don't pay too much attention to it, after all, I carved it myself. You can play with it."

While talking, he was showing off a bit: "Look, your hands are scratched." Mu Chuan stretched out his left hand: "The tungsten steel carving knife scratched, so there was a lot of blood." Mu Chuan stretched his fingers to his mouth Licking with his tongue, smiling at the corner of his mouth, looking at Zi'an from the corner of his eyes, Zi'an's heart was shocked, and he felt an indescribable sexual sensation.

It took a while to feel that the focus was wrong, and no matter how sexual Boss Mu was, it was not his turn to do it.What he should pay attention to is why Mu Chuan is so abnormal today.

"I liked engraving stamps when I was young, and I didn't know anything at that time. In the first and second grades of elementary school, I used luminous erasers and pencil sharpeners to engrave characters. The erasers were still peach-flavored. I was the only one in the class at that time."

Mu Chuan buried his head in Zian's neck, and smiled softly.A ten-year-old child can't figure out why he likes this kind of thing.Seek a teacher, learn art, get materials, and find a good knife.While struggling to find it by myself, I reluctantly asked my father to help me find it.

Get up at four in the morning, first practice calligraphy, and then practice lettering.

He heard that a farmer's house was demolished, and a batch of Luodian bricks came out. They looked ancient and tasted old, and were most suitable for stone carvings. He deliberately went to see them after school at noon.As a result, the farmer was determined not to sell them, saying that the bricks from the old house should not be given to others casually, and they should be taken back to build walls.

Mu Chuan has been extremely patient since he was a child. While laughing, he took advantage of his young age and refused to let go, grinding his lips over and over again, saying as much as he wanted.How could an adult believe in a child, and sent Mu Chuan away with a brick, refusing to sell it.Mu Chuan's face changed in the end, but he had no choice but to ask his father to send someone to come forward and get a batch of bricks.

Later, when I was a little older, I asked a famous teacher, also my father, to help me.He didn't like his father, and his father didn't care about him.Everything he did for his youngest son was requested by Mu Chuan himself. He didn't think so, but Mu Chuan always had an indescribable feeling.

The master he seeks is indeed a famous one, and there are very few direct disciples, and it is an honor for those in the circle to get his advice.Mu Chuan is naturally content and sincere in studying.But some things still need talent. He is really interested in seal carving, but he is still no match for talent.

The progress is extremely fast and the technique is delicate.But when he reached a certain point, he stopped improving. His master said that he was too crafty and lacked in spirituality.

Mu Chuan was a little disappointed at first, but then it didn't matter.Fortunately, he was interested enough, so he moved away after a long time.Since the talent is not there, just play around, and let it go when it is enough.

"I've chosen the simplest one to engrave." Mu Chuan played with the small lotus pod on it with his fingers: "It's still not done. I knew that the engraving was done, so why bother to make this thing self-defeating."

Just after taking a bath, the light hit Mu Chuan's face like a layer of tulle and shone with silver light, and his voice was gentle and gentle like a bowl of honey drowning people in it.It's a pity that all the tenderness is an illusion, and the honey that drips out is also poisonous.Mu Chuan is a person whose fake smile is always more real than real. It seems that when he is with him, he is never lacking in tenderness, and he often puts a lot of effort into the details that you can't see.

This man is too cruel, a steel needle in the wool, a sword in the silk thread, a wolf in human skin.No matter how much you can pretend, you can't hide the moodiness and surly spirit in your bones.No, not pretending at all.There is no need to pretend to treat Zian, this is the nature of a human being.

But that was not normal today, there was no need for Mu Chuan to give him a gift prepared by himself, there was no cruelty from the beginning to the end, it was just pure flirting and giving a small gift.It doesn't look like a master nu, but like a couple, nestling in their arms and whispering to each other, talking to each other and recalling the past.

Zian couldn't figure it out, so he could only say in astonishment for a long time, thank you master.

After speaking, Zian bowed his head in annoyance, he was too stupid, untactful, and not careful with his tongue.At this time, you should try your best to start gouyin, seyu to seduce people so that you can do things.

Mu Chuan just lowered his head and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick Zian's eyes, sucking the long drooping eyelashes: "I hope you like it."

At night, Zian and Mu Chuan slept together, but Boss Mu was very considerate and handcuffed Zian to the bedpost.Zi'an lay there with his head sideways facing Mu Chuan.Mu Chuan pinched his face: "Sleep well, I will take you out tomorrow."

After saying this, Zi Anche completely turned today's surprise into fright.

He squeezed his face against the soft bed and was almost out of breath.

There are no benefits for no reason, and three points for cannibalism and five points for others.He, Ruan Zian, belonged to Mu Chuan from head to toe, and he would accept whatever Mu Chuan gave him.But it's normal to give to Lei Ting, and it's worth weighing when giving Yulu.Is today's tenderness a feeling of guilt?Where is he taking him out tomorrow? Is he going to sell him to someone else, is he planning to sell him, or is he going to play some more exciting and interesting games.

Mu Chuan said a while ago that he would take him out to relax when he was almost healthy. He had planned to throw him away after playing with him?

The bed was big, and there was a distance between him and Mu Chuan, listening to Mu Chuan's breathing.

In the summer night, his body was shivering with cold, and his teeth were chattering.

He is helpless and depressed, he hates and is angry, he really feels what it means to be in the hands of people, life and death are involuntary.

Zian felt very tired, so tired that he didn't want to go on.

Sometimes Zian really feels that he has reached a great state. Yesterday he was still struggling in the confusion of hating Yuyu, but his mood was relieved this morning.

the reason is simple.

Mu Chuan had just finished washing, but his right hand was still dripping wet. He smiled and let him go, and then slapped him hard.Zi'an staggered backwards, his head buzzed and his face was pushed aside with burning pain.Mu Chuan stretched out his hand to pull him back, and turned his chin to look at his face.

The slap was dipped in cold water, and Mu Chuan's strength was well grasped, and the palm of his hand did not move at all.Originally, Zi Ansheng was white, and the five finger prints on his face were as bright as blood, which was a bit scary.Mu Chuan froze his chin. Seeing Zian's eyes drooping, he rubbed his face: "Are you angry? I didn't tell you in advance because I was afraid that you would leave a bad mark on you."

After speaking, he raised his chin with his fingers, turned his face to one side, looked at the clear mark, and couldn't help breathing heavily.

God knows how much he likes this stuff.

In high school, he studied liberal arts, and after class, he read Romance of Qing History borrowed from the library.It tells about a general who likes to capture handsome and tender young men in battle. He ordered the soldiers to chop the young men into pieces outside the camp, and he drank wine while listening to the mournful voice.

That book is very old, many people have read it, and there are reading notes carefully made by seniors and sisters.Some say that the barbarism and cruelty of the Qing people are heinous, and some say that the war is distorted.His first reaction was that the voice was nice, but it was too wasteful to just listen to the voice.

It should be appreciated face to face, seeing blood, wounds, and pained expressions distorted to the extreme, only in this way will there be full fun.

I thought about it more than once, on Zian's smooth and tense back, I used a thin and light lancet that had been suppressed in the refrigerator under the cervical spine, pierced a little with the tip of the knife, and pressed my index finger along the concave ridge line Swim all the way down, the movement is slow but smooth.When it reached the protruding coccyx at the bottom, the blade stood up, pierced deeply to the bone, then lowered and turned, a piece of meat was neatly cut off, exactly in a circle, exposing a thick white bone.

Then use it as the axis to neatly make a grid with a knife.Zian's muscles are not exaggerated, smooth and resilient, and his knife skills are good, even if the lines he cuts are not straight, they will not bend.The blade is thin and sharp, and it has been chilled with ice cubes, so the bleeding will not be much.It's just thin, bright red lines, very beautiful.

You can give Zian some medicine in advance to relieve the pain a little.He was already pain-tolerant, so the suppressed cry must be much more beautiful than the crazily vented roar.

The blood that is too pervasive is a bit dirty, the catharsis that is too stern is annoying, and the wound that is too chaotic makes people visually tired.

In his opinion, the golden mean is the best.Neat, orderly, gentle, wonderful.

But no matter how good-looking it is, he can't do it. It's not good to get a scar.There is only one pair of leather bags, and if they are worn out, they cannot be replaced for another use.

There was a paper bag on the bed.Zian opened it, jacket, pants, but did not find underwear.Like magic, Mu Chuan picked up a small piece of fabric with his fingertips and cut off the label for him.

It is a pair of dingzi pants.

Zian was used to wearing four-cornered clothes, so he didn't know how to wear them. It was not easy to put them on anyway after being clumsy.The triangular cloth in the front tightly tightened the protruding part of the lower body, and the narrow cloth in the back was stretched into the crotch, making it uncomfortable.

Mu Chuan reached out and grabbed the ball below, pushed his hand up, and spit out two words: "Sexual."

Light blue short-sleeved shirt with gray slacks underneath.True to size.

Mu Chuan fastened buttons one by one for Zian.Zian looked at Mu Chuan's slightly bent waist, and felt that Mu Chuan was a psychopath.His ears are still buzzing now, and he might become deaf if he wants to hit them a few more times.It should be suggested that next time, instead of hitting his left cheek with his right hand, he should also try to hit his right cheek with his left hand.

It may be adopted if I say it, but I may not care so much when I am interested.After all, the right hand is easier to exert force than the left hand, and it is more enjoyable.

After buttoning the buttons, Mu Chuan straightened Li Zi'an's collar: "Let's go, go eat."

On the dining table, Zian was holding a small bun with celery and peanuts in it.Sitting across from him, Mu Chuan drank porridge with steamed buns, picked out a date with a spoon and fed him.He sticks out his tongue and rolls it over, swallowing the meat and pits along the way.

Mu Chuan ate slowly, Zuzi Ann while eating.Zian used to be an unsightly and fast eater, so he had to restrain himself a lot and bring Wenya to eat with Mu Chuan.However, no matter how slow Zian ate, he couldn't compare to Mu Chuan's speed of eating porridge, so he had no choice but to gnaw on the little buns.After eating eleven in a row, his cheeks were bulging, and he poked the peanut beans on the plate with chopsticks, feeling depressed why Mu Chuan hadn't finished eating them yet.

Mu Chuan looked at him and smiled, turned the chopsticks upside down, put the beveled chopsticks against half of his bulging face, and pressed down to make a small hole.

"Eat more, it feels comfortable to grow some flesh, and maybe you can grow even taller."

Mu Chuan's cell phone rang. He looked at Li Huai and picked up the phone.Zi'an immediately stood up, intending to leave the dining room to avoid suspicion, Mu Chuan guarded against him more than against thieves, why should he be uncomfortable here.Mu Chuan waved to Zi'an, motioning for Zi'an to sit down and continue eating, then got up and walked outside, closing the door.

Through Men Mu Chuan's low voice, he couldn't hear clearly.

After the phone call, Mu Chuan came back.Sitting down with his hands on the dining table, his face was obviously a little ugly.Looking at Mu Chuan's expression, Zian's mouthful of steamed stuffed bun was also stuck in his throat.Mu Chuan took a new chopstick in his hand, and lifted Zian's chin: "Send you to act? The voice is also good. It's a pity to be called Chuang, eh, little boy?"

Mu Chuan uttered the word "little white face" very slowly, with a slightly frivolous and disdainful ending.

Then a sneer.

"A group of old men started to sing to me again."

The preface of these few sentences doesn't match the postscript, and there is no cause and effect, so I don't understand what it means.Mu Chuan has been cloudy and moody these days. It's really unpredictable and he insists on testing his heart.

Mu Chuan was speechless, and his son was quiet.Mu Chuan smacked Zian's face with his chopsticks backhand, and there was a red slit on his chin: "Wipe your mouth after eating, and let's go."