A letter from a strange man

He opened the door and found that it was Jing Ling who was only wearing pajamas but was sweating profusely in such a cold weather. His breathing was constricted and his eyes were red. Zhang Hui pulled him in, and Jing Ling threw herself heavily into his arms.

Zhang Hui probably guessed that Jingling must have read his letter before he fell asleep, and ran over without thinking about anything from his appearance. He frowned and asked him, "How did you get here?"

What came was Jing Ling's muffled body voice in her arms: "He came running."

It took about half an hour to drive from Jingling's home to Zhang's home, and it was almost three o'clock when Zhang replied. He thought he had already fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that this little fool was not only a little fool, but also a little lunatic.

He rubbed Jing Ling's sweaty but cold hair vigorously, and sighed: "Why are you so stupid."

Jing Ling in her arms suddenly pushed him away and hit his chest with her fist, but she didn't use much strength. Zhang Hui was afraid that his hand would hurt, so she clenched his fist tightly with one hand and held his chest with the other. Wrapping his waist, she brought him back into her arms.

Jing Ling's voice was weak and filled with grievance: "When did you find out?"

Zhang Hui comforted him with his hand, and whispered softly in his ear: "After returning to China."

Jing Ling's voice was mixed with tears: "Do you think I'm perverted?"

Zhang Hui suddenly laughed, his chest was vibrating in Jing Ling's ears.

Jing Ling raised her head in his arms, and stared at him with eyes full of tears. It didn't matter that she stared, a tear flowed down, leaving a trace on his white and flawless face, and the tear finally stayed on his face. At the corner of his mouth, Zhang Hui felt an indescribably poignant beauty.

Jingling's crying and laughing are all beautiful to him, but he doesn't want him to cry because of such humble and negative emotions. What he hopes to see is crying with joy, or being bullied by him in some aspects cry.

Zhang Hui lowered his head, kissed the tear from the corner of his mouth, and sucked the corner of his mouth comfortingly, and put his forehead against his forehead, smiling helplessly: "Didn't you see that I will reply to you at the end, little idiot?" .”

Then kissed his lips again, and looked at him tenderly: "Mr. Zhang said, he loves you, you little pervert."

Jing Ling took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss him back. Tears soaked each other's lips and tongues. Zhang Hui felt Jing Ling's tongue was a little hot, and they parted slightly. He felt the temperature of his forehead with his hands, and then touched Jing Ling's tongue His forehead was found to be abnormally hot.

He picked Jing Ling up and put him on the sofa, wrapped him in a thick cashmere blanket, took out the thermometer, and found that Jing Ling had a fever.

He rubbed his hair helplessly: "Why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Jing Ling's face was also buried in the blanket, only her black and white eyes were exposed after crying, Zhang Hui had nothing to do with him, he sighed: "It's okay, I'll take care of you in the future."

Zhang Hui found antipyretics for Jing Ling and fed them to him, and cooked some ginger soup for him. After coaxing Jing Ling to sleep, the sky was already pale, and Jing Ling nestled in his arms obediently. The quilt was tightly wrapped.

I haven't been to the company for many days, and there is a lot of work backlogged. It was already lunch time when Zhang Hui finished processing. When he left the office, colleagues in twos and threes asked him: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to have dinner together?"

Zhang Hui shook his head and said with a smile: "You guys go, I'll go home and eat."

go home and eat.When these words were said, the hearts of the little girls were all broken.

One of their gay, mature, charming and talkative bosses actually had a family, and within half an hour it spread throughout the company.

The little girls who coveted Zhang Hui were heartbroken. They didn't know that what made them even more heartbroken was that one of their gay, mature, charming and talkative bosses was also gay.

Zhang Hui packed some soup, porridge, and some pasta when he passed the Cantonese-style tea restaurant, added some medicines when he passed the pharmacy, and thoughtfully bought some items that he couldn’t explain clearly, anyway, he would use them sooner or later.

When he opened the door, he actually smelled the aroma of things. This strange feeling made him startled, and then a warm current poured into his heart.

After entering the house, when he saw the scene of the kitchen, his eyes warmed up.

In the sun-drenched kitchen, Jing Ling looked like she had just finished a bath, wearing his white shirt, the hem just covering his buttocks, and a pair of slender white legs underneath.

His hair was still wet, and the water droplets from the ends of his hair were soaked into his shirt, and the flesh color was faintly visible through the torn clothes.

But Jing Ling's face was innocent, and she didn't know the innocence of the world. He was holding a spoon and wanted to taste the taste. Jumping, the pupil trembled a few times.

Jing Ling was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that Zhang Hui would come back at noon, he couldn't find pajamas after taking a bath, so he put on a shirt, and the buttons on his chest didn't seem to be buttoned properly.

Ah, Zhang Hui saw him like this, he was really ashamed to face others.

Zhang Hui walked into Jing Ling, stood in front of him, and found that he didn't even fasten his buttons properly, he could see his collarbone covered with water droplets, and the skin on his neck was so transparent that he could clearly see the color of his arteries.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was hoarse: "Hey me."

Jing Ling hurriedly handed the spoon in his hand to his mouth, but Zhang Hui didn't expect Zhang Hui to drink it and didn't swallow it. He didn't allow Jing Ling to squeeze the back of his head tightly, and blocked Jing Ling's mouth domineeringly. Jing Ling was frightened. There was a small groan on the ground.

He put him on the cooking table, held his waist with his hands to prevent him from collapsing, and fed all the soup in his mouth to Jing Ling. Jing Ling swallowed it passively with a blushing face. He felt that Zhang Hui was really getting better and better. It's broken, but this kind of him makes him want to stop even more.

After Jing Ling swallowed all the soup, Zhang Hui's lips and tongue still did not leave, on the contrary, he was still domineeringly sucking the liquid in his mouth, when Jing Ling was kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe, Zhang Hui slowly left.

Then he smiled meaningfully: "It's delicious."

Jing Ling's fingers were still wrapped around the lapel of his chest, his face was flushed with shame, and after gradually discovering such a chapter, he didn't hate it at all, instead it made Su break his leg.

Ah, it seems that he is really a little pervert.

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I’m here to update again~ Hey, the situation is special, so I wrote it carefully (I’m wronged, thank you for your support (kiss)