Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

Fang Man's expression seemed sincere, and his tone seemed to be running on people. Kong Que couldn't tell his emotions, so he just said calmly according to the lines in the film and television works: "Let's get down."

Fang Man was taken aback by the inexplicable kingly aura on Kong Que's body, and said, "...Hey, thank you."

He used to always think that Kong Que was like a high-ranking and crazy tyrant who traded money for privileges, didn't treat people as human beings, and did whatever he wanted, very perverted.Thinking carefully now, Kong Que's feeling of superiority is not due to his being rich, but because he has been looking down on the world from the perspective of an outsider.

Thinking of this, Fang Man suddenly felt that Kong Que's suit, which was not stained with a speck of dust or wrinkled, was an eyesore.

Kong Que smiled and said, "Let's go, the plane is waiting."

Fang Man: "Where are you going?"

"London."

Fang Man rubbed his nose, holding the thermos in a daze, "Let's go now? Don't you need to take your luggage?"

After Fang Man asked, he suddenly realized that the question was a bit silly. Mr. Que would definitely not carry the luggage by himself. Secretary Li came here early in the morning, probably to serve others.As for going to London, he is used to a life of wandering around. If Kong Que didn't keep him from losing weight, it would be fine to go to England for fun. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Kong Que hummed, and was about to leave, when Fang Man suddenly said, "Queer, wait a minute."

Kong Que turned his head, smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

Fang Man rubbed his hands, and said meaningfully: "Look, the weather is so nice, shall we roll around on the grass?"

Kong Que: "..."

Fang is full of rolling grass in his mind: transparent sunlight, fresh blue sky, two beautiful men lying on their backs on the green grass, from romance to philosophy of life, very good, as beautiful as a teenager.

And Kong Que defined the meaning of Fangman Rolling Grass from his knowledge reserve: open grass, male plus male gvi.

Kong Que straightened his tie, showing a perverted yet graceful smile: "Okay."

As he said that, Kong Que turned his head to look at Qian Tianyi and Long Dongqiang. Qian Tianyi was lying on the ground, and Long Dongqiang was squatting beside him, both of them were staring at him and Fang Man.

Kong Que said gently, "How many meters have you walked?"

Pious God: "..."

The strong desire to survive made Qian Tianyi stand up on the grass. If it was accompanied by a sensational bgm, the scene would be like a medical miracle, "Dong-dong, help-me-up-up, I-can-walk."

Qian Tianyi and Long Dongqiang hadn't gone far when Kong Que jumped suddenly and threw himself into Fang Man's arms. Fortunately, Fang Man was much bigger than Kong Que, so he stabilized, pinched Kong Que's slender waist, and said in horror: "What are you doing!"

Kong Que licked his lips, "Rolling grass."

"You've got a piece of shit on these three words now!" Fang Man wanted to pull Kong Que down, but he didn't expect Kong Que to be so mad that he didn't want to show any face at all. He put his legs around his waist and insisted on sticking to him. I can't even tear it off.

It's all because of his thick waist, if he still has eight pack abs, can Kong Que hold it?

The two rolled into a ball on the grass, the blue sky, white clouds and green grass were modulated like oil paints in the field of vision, spreading out the dizzying colors, the tip of the grass pierced the soft fabric, and the back was itchy all over the square, Kong Que licked his neck, the itch got worse.

Fang Man pressed on Kong Que's body, grabbing his ragged hand: "...Damn it. I said get out, not this one. Can you get better with your ideological awareness???"

Kong Que stood up and said rigorously, "Is the rolling on the grass different from the rolling on the sheets in the Chinese context? They are very similar in structure."

Fang Man: "..."

Kong Que's eyes were a little red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Fang Man, do what you did in the bathroom this morning, do it again."

Fang Man: "..."

Two men were sitting on the grass, facing each other and masturbating. Fang Man just thought about it, and he was about to explode. He hurriedly said, "I have a piece of chocolate in my pocket! You can only choose one between masturbation and chocolate."

Kong Que's attention was attracted by the chocolate, "...the chocolate was kicked away by me."

Fang Man sat up slightly, and said: "I took two, one was kicked away by you, and the other is still there."

Kong Que straightened his glasses, but he hesitated.

Fang Man said: "Qier, you don't lose money by choosing chocolate, because I can't do it, and I won't get up now."

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man patted his belly, relying on Kong Que as if he didn't understand such things, he said confidently: "Let me tell you, at my age, if you come here once a day for 3 minutes, your performance is already very good."

Kong Que: "..."

Kong Que recalled that chocolate usually represents love, and he didn't understand why this kind of dark stuff had something to do with what his mother said about love, maybe he could know the answer today.

"I choose chocolate."

Fang Man: Thank you chocolate for protecting my integrity!

Fang Man fished out the chocolate from his trousers pocket, bit open the package with his teeth, and sucked Kong Que's lips in a mouthful.

Kong Que smelled many smells in an instant, Fang Man smelled like water droplets rolling in lotus leaves, the smell of grass was like floating breeze, the taste in his mouth was sweet and pink, but there was another smell that he never had. The taste I have tasted is blue, like the waves of the sea.

what is that?

Chocolate melted faster than sugar, Kong Que licked his lips, and the smell of red wine on his body became distant and peaceful.

"Besides sweetness, there is another taste." Kong Que looked at Fang Man, his pure black eyes reflected the floating white clouds, "What is it?"

Fang Man said: "It should be suffering."

Fang Man stood up, and Kong Que was lying on the ground. His clothes were messed up as he wished, and his tie was torn crookedly, as if he had just done something to Kong Que.

But Kong Que didn't seem to care, he was thinking about why chocolate is both sweet and bitter.

Is love sweet and bitter?