fruit candy

After working hard for a long time, Zhuang Ran held down Fang Tang, who was so excited that he was about to let go of himself, and reminded him that things like syrup should not be eaten by others.

Fang Tang sat on the computer desk and listened to the aggrieved answer in a low voice, "You are obviously not someone else."

Zhuang Ran raised his forehead, grinding his back molars, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Have you thought about me a long time ago, you little villain? I remember the smell of syrup a long time ago." arrive……"

When Fang Tang, who was still excited just now, heard it, he became honest instantly, and kept his head down without saying a word.

The stinky and shameless Zhuang Ran casually buttoned Tang's jeans twice, insisting on asking for an explanation for himself.

Fang Tang knew everything about Zhuang Ran, but about when the syrup started to flow, no matter how hard Zhuang Ran pressed him, he refused to reveal a word, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, shook off Zhuang Ran's hand and ran away.

Fang Tang, who has grown up, spit on himself quietly in his heart, unexpectedly having unreasonable thoughts about Zhuang Ran so early on, I am really a hungry and bad Tangtang.

Looking at his panicked back, Zhuang Ran smiled helplessly and dotingly, got up and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked to the balcony.

It seems that the season is about to change, the weather is always gloomy recently, the wind mixed with the coolness of autumn blows, and the landscape trees downstairs rustle.

Zhuang Ran likes autumn very much, and always feels that there is a kind of extreme prosperity and desolation in the autumn scenery, but he can't see much in this city. He suddenly wants to go home, and he wants to take Fang Tang to see his hometown The ginkgo tree in the yard is said to be 800 years old.

He leaned against the balcony railing, silently calculating the date in his heart.

When it was getting dark, Fang Tang's cell phone rang. Since Zhuang Ran bought him a cell phone, this was the first time someone called him. He was so excited that he didn't even have time to eat, so he ran to find his cell phone.

"Pangpang called me." Fang Tang got the phone and reported honestly.

"Don't you want to eat?" Zhuang Ran put two pieces of ribs into his bowl, "Come and eat, I'll pick it up."

Fang Tang handed the phone to Zhuang Ran, sat down by himself, held the bowl in his left hand and took a bite of the rice with chopsticks in the right.

Big brother Zhuang Ran is obsessed with love and has not published new articles for a long time. He is completely immune to the reminder calls of three calls a day and doesn't take it to heart. At work, Pang Pang is scolded by the editor-in-chief at 360 degrees without any dead ends. Being questioned by Zhuang Ran's book fans every day, he had no choice but to bribe Fang Tang, hoping that he could blow the wind around his pillow.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was so flattering that he trembled, "Tangtang..."

Zhuang Ran snorted coldly and said, "It's me."

"Fuck, why are you the one who pays a thousand dollars?" Fatty turned into a rough guy in a second, very disgusted, "Give Tangtang your phone, I have something to talk to him about."

"Why are you looking for him?? A friend's wife should not be bullied, do you know that?" Zhuang Ran was merciless at being fat, seeing that Fang Tang's bowl was empty, he picked up some food for him.

"Where's your face?" Pangpang was very shameless, "Why did you tell me, didn't he come to join your relatives? You are a stinking man full of lies."

"Isn't that not together before?" Zhuang Ran didn't want to talk too much about Fang Tang's origins, and after saying a word, he began to show off his affection crazily, "I'm famous and important now, and I'm his serious boyfriend, too. His only family."

There was a bit of complacency in his tone.

Fatty didn't want to talk nonsense with this stinky hooligan, and urged, "Give your phone to Tangtang, I refuse to talk to you."

Zhuang Ran smiled, handed the phone to Fang Tang, and packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

As soon as Fang Tang answered the phone, Pangpang immediately turned into the heroine of a bitter drama, howling desperately, "The motherland and the people need you, Xiaotangtang!! Can you just urge your brother??? His old man If I don’t write any more, I’m really going to throw myself into the river!!”

Fang Tang was taken aback by his half-truth and half-false words, afraid that he was really

I went to throw myself into the river, "Why do you remind me?"

"That is, if you sit next to him, you won't let him leave the computer if he doesn't write [-] words a day."

"This won't work..." Fang Tang whispered, "I can't control him."

Pangpang was silent for two seconds, and questioned, "Impossible! If you don't let him eat candy, he will honestly refuse to eat it. Isn't this love for you? I have known him for so many years, and he has always had a good relationship with anyone. But you are just like everyone else, you were the first to live in his house."

Although it is good to know Zhuang Ran, it is still different from other people's mouths. Fang Tang was a little excited after hearing this, and took a peek at Zhuang Ran.

Fat Pang, who had just urged the manuscript, instantly turned into an aunt of the neighborhood committee, with a somewhat melancholy tone, "I can see that Zhuang Ran is sincere to you, you two should have a good time, he is alone with this

After so many years, it is not easy to meet someone who is tempted. "

"Yeah." Fang Tang responded, and just as he was about to make a promise, the phone was taken away, and Zhuang Ran behind him looked indifferent, "I know, I know, don't look for Tangtang for nothing, I will start the article after two days of adjustment, Don't worry, you're not that delicate."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Fang Tang blinked and hesitated to speak.

When sleeping at night, Fang Tang moved to Zhuang Ran little by little.

Side, holding his hand, pitiful.

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Ran changed his side-lying position and hugged him into his arms, and asked softly, "Want to listen to a bedtime story?"

After speaking, I quickly searched for warm and sweet bedtime stories in my mind. Unfortunately, this horror writer only has all kinds of horror and weird country tales and urban ghosts in his mind, and there is no such thing as a warm bedtime story.

Zhuang Ran's face remained calm, but he was secretly worried.

Fang Tang shook his head, held Zhuang Ran's face in his hands, leaned over to kiss him, and asked hesitantly after the kiss, "...Why does brother have to eat candy to write it?"

"Want to know?" Zhuang Ran raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands to pinch his soft face, and said with a smile in his voice, "One kiss is not enough...at least ten?"

Fang Tang knew that he was teasing him, but he still leaned over to kiss the forehead, the center of the brow, the cheek and the chin honestly one by one.

The tenth kiss was Zhuang Ran's lips, and he felt a little bit reluctant to peck lightly, and couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick his lower lip.

I thought I was doing it carefully, but as soon as we left, Zhuang Ran said in a hoarse voice, "I learned a lot secretly."

Fang Tang didn't dare to look at him. He lowered his head and his heart was beating wildly. In the next second, he was pressed on the bed and fucked hard.

He didn't let go of Zhuang Ran until the corners of his eyes were red, his lips were slightly swollen, and his clothes were messed up.

Fang Tang was out of breath, but he still held Zhuang Ran's hand stickily, "You haven't answered yet!!"

Zhuang Ran bit the back of his hand and said bitterly, "You can't even think about anything else?"

You said you've grown up! !