pig iron

In the evening, Zian received a call from Mu Chuan, asking how he was doing.Mu Chuan's tone was soft and interesting, and a few words were really sweet.After a few words, Zian felt that his voice was not right, and his breathing was a bit rough.There was a feeling of nausea in my heart, all the words I wanted to say were held in my chest, and I was about to explode.

When Mu Chuan heard that the other side was silent, he casually said that it's too late to rest.Before the phone was hung up, a depressing murmur came from the other side.Zi'an almost threw his phone out, resisted to say goodbye, and went to the bathroom to spit out all the rice soup he ate at night.

After vomiting, while drinking water, he thought bitterly, what the hell is this thing, what kind of thoughts are on his mind when he has sex with others and calls himself.Thinking about it, I started to feel nauseous again. I felt that Mu Chuan was extremely dirty, like a public toilet, spending money to sleep with others, worse than Miss Duck, a slut.This kind of rotten goods should be locked up and chopped off.In the nausea, there were some other thoughts, and he vaguely classified Mu Chuan as his own, and even had more thoughts about wearing a cuckold.

This kind of thinking is really weird, what is Mu Chuan doing with others?Zian shook his head, trying to expel this strange thought from his brain.

And Mu Chuan over there really felt the pleasure of cheating on someone when he was on the phone, and was tickled by Zi An's hoarse voice, and the one under his body swelled even thicker.Pressing the strong bronze-colored flesh beneath him, he rushed forward fiercely, grabbed his hair and hit the head of the bed, the man couldn't even scream.It's a pity that this body is too unlike Zi'an, and I can't find any feeling.

Things went smoothly, and Mu Chuan was in a good mood, feeling that he hadn't been busy for a while, and finally had time to spend time with Zi'an.

When they first met, they were naturally terrified, thinking what Mu Chuan was going to do again.His heart was beating wildly, almost popping out of his throat.Seeing him take off his coat and put it on the chair, he began to palpitate and tremble, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.As soon as Mu Chuan approached, he grabbed the sheet under him, his knuckles turned blue and white, and he backed away bit by bit.Before I could speak, my mind was full of thoughts of 'I was wrong, please, I can't do it'.

Mu Chuan stretched out his hand in the air, watched him retreat, laughed dumbfounded and then withdrew his hand: "Zian, what are you afraid of me doing?"

There was a faint smile on the handsome face. Mu Chuan grabbed Zian's chin and pulled him forward. He hugged the back of his head affectionately and kissed him on the forehead. He pulled his hair and patted him and asked, "I'm not a tiger." , what are you afraid of me doing?"

This meeting ended in embarrassment, Mu Chuan left behind a basket of fruit and turned away.

Mu Chuan has a lot of time and is in a good mood. He asks himself that he still likes Zi'an very much - he has the awe-inspiring pleasure of sadism, and the openness and comfort of self-torture.The past self and the present Zi An overlap, torturing him also has a kind of pleasure in torturing himself, and the more you do it, the more interesting it becomes.So I am willing to take this opportunity to coax him.

He wasn't bad-tempered at first, he could be called soft-tempered.The financial man is quiet and low-key by nature, has a very sullen personality, and has a good temper. He barely has it all.What's more, he is born with a three-pointed smile when he sees people, and it is difficult not to smile.Even if you are angry, you can't tell it, and you are used to perfunctory people.

Mu Chuan, who can do all the housework, is busy in the kitchen wearing a small apron. From a distance, the 1.8-meter tall figure looks like a virtuous wife.Boil the white porridge until it is thick, mix it with the cooked minced chicken and shiitake mushrooms, and it will be fragrant after cooking. The meat and porridge are both broken and pulpy. Children under the age of one can eat it without any problem.

Send it over to Mu Chuan to serve a bowl for Zi'an, and personally try whether it's hot or not - he was a little scared last time, and he ate half of the bowl when it was so hot. If you don't ask me to stop, I can put the bowl away The gesture of swallowing it too.

Mu Chuan had already eaten, but he still filled a small half bowl for himself, and drank it steaming on the bed.Zian sat uncomfortable, and stood by the window in the same military posture, holding a small spoon and blowing and scratching the bowl while drinking.

The hospital gown was loose, which made Zi'an look thinner, covering his whole portrait.Standing there, the sleeves and trousers are straight, revealing a small pale wrist, standing upright like a green pine.The action of drinking porridge is gentle and pleasing to the eye.Mu Chuan grabbed the pillow and moved it to the side, making it more comfortable to lean on.I think Zian's posture is good-looking, but it's a little too tiring.

It was getting dark, and Mu Chuan didn't turn on the lights.The sunlight was dim and oblique, and the light and shadow on his face were deep and shallow. He turned half sideways to face himself, a small shadow under the long eyelashes, and his lips were angular, but after the light and shadow were so blurred, the cold and hard lines softened.Mu Chuan's heart softened a little.I think this scene is just right for this person.

After eating, Zian put the bowls, chopsticks and rice bucket back, and dragged his legs to wash.Mu Chuan closed his eyes in the half-light, feeling peaceful and comfortable.I think it's good to have such a person to accompany me in the future, he cooks and washes the dishes, he does the laundry and he mops the floor, everyone plays their own things and doesn't care too much, respect each other as a guest and don't interfere too much.Find an afternoon or evening without talking, just sit quietly, just sit.

The bodyguard of the iron tree model also ate half a bowl, and felt that the sticky patient food was really not good.Before Mu Chuan left, his face was calm and reserved, and he was the one who made the rice knocking on the side in a low-key and restrained manner.The bodyguard was at a loss, but Zian said it was delicious, very delicious, very delicious.

Only then did the careless bodyguard come to his senses, and echoed repeatedly: "It turned out that Mr. Mu did it. The craftsmanship is really good, really good."

After asking for praise, Mu Chuan left.

After leaving, Mr. Bodyguard said seriously: "The porridge is too weak."

Zian agreed with a full face: "Fade out the bird."

Mr. Bodyguard is dull, indifferent, tall, fierce, but very interesting inside.As a patient, it is sometimes inconvenient for Zi'an that the bodyguard will act as a nurse. Whenever this happens, he will involuntarily avoid, flicker and even shy.

This made Zi'an quite strange, since they all have the same organs on men's bodies, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.There is no discomfort in being exposed to birds and eggs, but he can't accept it.Mr. Bodyguard replied concisely: "You are gay."

Zi'an understands.What Mr. Bodyguard means is that homosexuality = male-loving = gender-similar female.Zi An is slightly embarrassing, it turns out that the same sex has treated him as the opposite sex, and the straight man who is straighter than the benchmark looks at a group of crooked people, so he is looking at women.Zi'an asked helplessly: "How can a homosexual be a woman? Can I go to the women's restroom?"

Of course not.However, Mr. Bodyguard, who kept his words in his heart, turned his mind to a dead end, automatically relegating homosexuality to the roles of transvestites or eunuchs, men and women are not counted.

Mr. Bodyguard has a great figure, occasionally shirtless in the room, with obvious sexy chest muscles, smooth and pleasing abdominal muscles and mermaid lines, strong and powerful thighs, prominent tendons on the forearms, well-developed hair, and full of masculinity.There is no man who doesn't love muscles, and Mu Chuan also looks thin in clothes and fleshy in undress, with broad shoulders and long legs, full of sexy and mighty.Zian feels that he is also very strong and muscular, but from a distance, his shoulders are narrow, his waist is narrow and his tun is like a chicken, which makes him quite shy in comparison.

Mr. Bodyguard, who can be said to be confidant, showed up and said: "I am [-] or [-] when I put on the armed belt, and my waist is [-] foot [-], don't worry." Wang Zi'an looked suspicious, and said: "Anyway, it is impossible to exceed [-] foot [-], thin and tall. one of the

The tough guy with big arms and round waist was also a chicken boy more than ten years ago, so Zi An felt relieved.

Mu Chuan treated him very well, never before, which made him panic.Every time Mu Chuan treats him better, he will get back twice as much from him, which has become the norm.Others slap Tianzao after slapping them, while Mu Chuan slaps Tianzao after slapping Tianzao.

Zi'an thought about it and said in a daze, after this meal of sweet dates, he won't slap me in the future, he might kill me for meat.

At least one meal a day is cooked by Mu Chuan himself.Sometimes Yue Mo Zian would feed him with his own hands if he didn't like to eat, and turn on the TV to divert his attention.Put red beans and barley with jujube and brown sugar, and Mu Chuan fed them with a spoonful. Zi'an lay sideways and watched Stephen Chow's movie. She was like a graceful girl, and she was completely in the mood. I can't feel it either.Mu Chuan poked Zi An's bulging cheeks with the handle of a spoon: "Slow down."

In the evening, Mu Chuan twisted the wet towel to shake off the water droplets on his hands. The technique was neat and the force was just right, and he was wiped clean and comfortable.Mu Chuan stretched out his hand to tease Zian's lower body, rubbing and kneading the inner thigh. The meat there is the most tender and sensitive. After being played with for a while, it turned red, and even Zi'an's face turned red, and he couldn't help laughing because of the itchiness.

After wiping, the two huddled together on the narrow bed, breathing quietly and feeling the hot air.Mu Chuan is extremely disciplined, just eating tofu or having a dry addiction, the five girls are virtuous and virtuous, and the two bodies si grind each other.Zian offered to give him an oral explanation, but Mu Chuan refused, saying that the doctor said that your throat is very bad.

Yes, Mu Chuan's thing was straight, thick, long and firm, rampaging in his mouth like a stick, wantonly invading the soft and fragile throat.After finishing the work, I couldn't even close my mouth, my throat was about to be pierced, like a knife in the middle, and it was difficult to swallow.

Mu Chuan gnawed on his straight and sunken collarbone, waiting for you to be all right, I can hardly bear it anymore.We went from dark to light.Do, do, do.The three dry words are not at all rude and lustful, but clean and clear, so that you can't think of any disharmony.

Zi'an almost burst into tears.God, has Mu Chuan been pierced by someone else's soul?

At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, Mu Chuan took him for a walk in the boulevard of the hospital.The hospital is very large, and the greening is well done. There are pavilions, waterside pavilions, trees, flowers, plants, swings, and gravel roads.The two walked slowly shoulder to shoulder.

Zi'an's back was straight but his head was lowered, his chin almost touching his chest.Mu Chuan threw a steel coin on the ground, pointed with his toe, and signaled Zian to pick it up.After walking around a corner, he threw another steel coin, making him bend down to pick it up.Along the way, Mu Chuan threw seven or eight Zi'an on the ground, picked them up and held them in his palm.The steel coin in his pocket was gone, Mu Chuan said: "How much money is there on the ground for you to pick up, head up and walk."

After walking with her chest up and her head up for a while, Zi'an involuntarily lowered her head gradually, her eyes and toes making close contact.

Mu Chuan grabbed his hand, separated his fingers and raised them upwards, causing the coins in his palm to fall apart.Mu Chuan touched the back of his neck: "Go and pick it up."

The coins were small and thin, scattered everywhere and it was not easy to pick them up. Occasionally, people passed by in the middle of the path, which made Zian feel a little inexplicably embarrassed, and his fingertips rubbed lightly between the ground and the steel coin.Mu Chuan was still doing technical guidance at the side, bent over, 180 degrees, straightened his knees, yes, don't bend.

Zian tremblingly returned to Mu Chuan with the coin in his hand.

Why do you always walk with your head down?will fall into the well.Mu Chuan joked.

I am afraid that people will look at me, and I am afraid that I will look at people.

Useless little things.

Mu Chuan straightened his shoulders, lifted his chin, and forced him to look up into his eyes.The fixed and good eyes began to drift around again, sliding down continuously.Mu Chuan pointed to the bridge of his nose, instead of looking at his eyes, he could just look here.

Zian reluctantly stared at the tip of Mu Chuan's nose, his pupils were big and dark, and staring at something had a lifeless taste.Mu Chuan rubbed his face: "Don't look too stiff, and relax your lips." The two lips were loosened to reveal a black hole.Mu Chuan closed his lips with his hands: "Shut up, Zhang Kaikai is stupid."

The two continued to walk side by side, and Mu Chuan told him the truth about dogs in the water.If you lower your head and don't dare to look at people, you will lose a bit in terms of momentum. This is for beating, forcing others to despise you and offend you.Don't have floating eyes, don't have a stiff expression, and don't smile cheaply.Don't dare to look at people, who are you afraid of?

No one was around, Mu Chuan shaved Zian's face.Xiao Ruan is very handsome. Others take you for granted, and you are honored to see others. Don't be afraid.

Zian thought that he was not so narcissistic, that he wouldn't be so easy to be seen by others.

He wasn't afraid of others, he really had nothing to be afraid of except Mu Chuan.It's just that it's been closed for too long, and I can't see anyone.Nine out of ten people who saw him didn't like him very much, either they disliked him for being played miserably, or they liked him and wanted to beat him up on the spot.Therefore, I feel uncomfortable, and I am even more ashamed to hang out in front of outsiders.The look in people's eyes is like a bucket of cold water being poured from head to toe, and the heart is so cold.

He is no longer very able to adapt to others and adapt to society. He feels that he is wrong in everything, and it is reasonable for others to look down on him-he is too inferior.

Mu Chuan patted him on the shoulder and started training him.A man and a woman holding hands approached, and Mu Chuan asked Zi'an, how many people came, what kind of clothes they were wearing, and what kind of headdress the girl was wearing, whether they looked good or not.

Zi'an, do you like that man or woman?

the man.

why?

The woman has pimples on her face.

Mu Chuan said bingo in a low voice, don't look at the figure, look at the face, the face determines everything.Beauty eyes are beautiful, look at the eyes, don't miss it.

Zian's fingers trembled, what would he do if he saw me.

It's okay, just smile at him.

Zian moved the stiff muscles on his face, but failed to laugh.

Mu Chuan made constructive suggestions, his eyes were bent, and he smirked.

Zian failed again, making his eyes look like astigmatism.

Mu Chuan said, if you feel interested in him, just wink at him.If you don't want to seduce, just keep staring at him. If he is afraid, he will not dare to look at you and overwhelm him.When you meet a familiar patient or doctor or nurse, say hello.

Going round and round, I met more than a dozen people in a row.Zian uncomfortably scanned their bodies, clothes, and faces like a thief, and reported to Mu Chuan.I met a patient I met during the examination, and I stiffly stretched out my right hand vertically, palm outward, and swayed left and right at [-] degrees, repeating three times.Zi Anxin is about to jump out, she doesn't think I'm crazy, does she?

The woman had a sallow complexion but was in a good state of mind, and was accompanied by a young woman beside her.Seeing Zian greet her, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled and said hi to him.Zi'an, who received the response, felt a strange satisfaction in his heart, and wished he could rush to her and say thank you.

Mu Chuan took Zian to a secluded place, hugged him tightly in his arms, turned his face to chase his eyes, and pressed against his ears, the warm and moist air in his mouth touched his skin, itching, low Said, goodboy.

Zi'an still lowered his eyebrows and replied rustlingly, Thank you, mylord.

His English is not good, he doesn't like to study, although he went to high school, but his real cultural level is probably only in elementary school.I really can't remember whether lord is the landlord, the young master, the master, or the master. In short, it can be regarded as a very respectful title.

Eyelashes trembling, Zi'an raised his eyes tremblingly and looked at Mu Chuan.He has crooked smiling eyes, light-colored pupils, very watery, attractive and juicy like fresh lychees, making people want to pick them out and eat them sweetly with blood.

The four eyes are facing each other, and they are not wide open.Mu Chuan's eyes seemed to have some kind of magical power, sucking him into his soul, making him neither move away nor timid, looking at him calmly, with a little obsession, brewing the urge to blind his eyes.

It would be great if he was like this all the time.