Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

After driving for more than ten minutes, Lynch mustered up the courage to say, "I'm sorry, I let you see a joke."

Zhong Yanzhai was indifferent, driving the car with a steady expression on his face.

Lynch glanced at him, and added: "He's not sick, and I'm not sick, I'm clean, don't worry."

The steering wheel slammed to the right, Zhong Yanzhai slammed on the brakes, pulled over and stopped the car, and slowly said to the stiff Lynch, "Shut up, or get fucked."

Lynch rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed, indicating that he chose the former.

Zhong Yanzhai turned his face away, from the protruding knuckles of his fingers, it could be seen how angry he was at the moment.

The car returned to the main road, and Lynch leaned on the car seat to recover the dead body. After a while, he quietly reached out and turned on the car player.

The soft Sanskrit sound sounded, and Lynch glanced at Zhong Yanzhai from the corner of his eye, and found that Zhong Yanzhai's complexion was even worse...

The car drove for a few more minutes, and Lynch suddenly whispered: "It's not easy to find a job these days, and you even have to sell yourself."

Zhong Yanzhai had never seen a person who could speak as much as Lynch, his tone of voice, his expression, and everything. He couldn't bear to beat him, so the fire in his chest went straight down and turned into anything else.

Lynch was still thinking about how to save his image, but he had no idea that Zhong Yanzhai, who was driving with a blank expression beside him, had already changed several positions to fuck him in his imagination.

The contract was signed very smoothly. The manager looked at Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai standing side by side with the expression of the cash cow, and smiled brightly, "Golden partner, invincible in the world, I am optimistic about you!"

"Thank you." Lynch also smiled happily, only Zhong Yanzhai had a constipated expression on his face since he got off the car.

"If you have any difficulties, just mention them." The manager said kindly to Lynch.

With a thought in his mind, Lynch said deliberately, "I'm short of a place to live right now."

"That's easy." The manager raised his hand and pointed his thumb at himself proudly, "I have an empty house..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and he turned 180 degrees under Zhong Yanzhai's murderous gaze. Wan, "But it happened to be rented out recently."

Lynch showed regret, and turned his head to look at the meeting room. "The company is quite big. I will lay a floor shop here for a few days. I will move there after I find a house. It will only take a few days. I will find it quickly."

The manager glanced at Zhong Yanzhai, who had his hands in his pockets and no one loved him, and said cautiously: "Xiao Zhong's house is quite big, why don't you make do with Xiao Zhong's house for two days?"

Before Lynch could answer, Zhong Yanzhai had already opened his mouth and said calmly, "I'm free."

"Hey! Good! That's it!" The manager with a perfect wink said happily, like a matchmaker sending a newcomer into the bridal chamber, relieved.

Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai returned to the underground parking lot. Zhong Yanzhai opened the car door and got in the car, but Lynch didn't get in the car. He bent over and leaned against the car window with a carefree smile on his face, "Hey, stay here Home, won’t you let me pay the rent with my body?”

Zhong Yanzhai turned his face away, eyes disdainful, "Are you worth it?"

Lynch: "...fuck."

Lynch got into the car resentfully, and whispered: "I don't know who is so impatient to meet, as if he has never seen a man in eight hundred lifetimes."

Zhong Yanzhai's deep maroon eyes slowly rolled to the end of his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "There are not as many men as you have ever seen."

Lynch: "..." This coquettish remark is not what he wants to say, it's what people set it up to say, don't blame him, can it work?

Back at Zhong Yanzhai's villa, Zhong Yanzhai went upstairs as soon as he entered the door, as if he didn't want to talk to Lynch at all.

Lynch stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase, opened and closed his mouth, since he was pulled like this, don't hold his bag.

Lynch walked up the steps slowly. The injury was not serious, and he was almost healed. It didn't hurt too much, but it's better to slow down. When he moved up the stairs like a tortoise, he walked to the door of Zhong Yanzhai's room. The jairen are gone.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. Lynch stood at the door and glanced at it. He didn't see his backpack, so he walked to the door of the bathroom and tapped on the frosted glass door, "Hey, where is my bag?"

The glass door was pushed open with a 'shua'.

A wet and perfect male nude appeared in front of Lynch.

Lynch swallowed subconsciously.

I really don't blame him, Zhong Yanzhai belongs to the typical skinny and fleshy clothes. From the shoulders to the thighs, there are clear streamlined muscles, a thin layer, not too exaggerated, and it is definitely not a show. This beautiful body Once the muscle is exerted, it is as fierce as the engine of a top racing car.

The central part dormant in the dense forest is also very good-looking, its size and shape can be called the top match among Asians, Lynch knows that this thing is not only good-looking, but also very useful.

This kind of figure, unless you are blind, whoever looks at it will swallow your saliva.

Lynch even suspected that the hormones emitted by Zhong Yanzhai could make blind people go into heat too.

"Does it look good?" Zhong Yanzhai whispered.

Lynch: "... so-so."

"You wrapped me in the closet."

"Which cabinet?"

"It's the third gray drawer on the left side of the bed."

"Oh……"

The shower was still running, Zhong Yanzhai raised his hand and stroked his drenched short hair, "Is there anything else?"

Lynch couldn't move his eyes and footsteps at all, the tip of his tongue touched his lower palate, and he said in a strange way: "I want to take a bath too..." He raised his head to meet Zhong Yanzhai's eyes, "Just wash here."

The glass door of the bathroom was slammed shut. Zhong Yanzhai hugged Lynch forcefully and kissed him deeply with his usual strong force. Lynch's clothes were quickly soaked by the spilled water.

The warm water flowed to his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and it became difficult for Lynch to even open his eyes. The nasal cavity inhaled water due to his hard breathing, which was choking and hot.

The drenched clothes were so heavy that it was difficult to even take them off. Zhong Yanzhai took off his coat and directly tore Lynch's thin shirt. Lynch tremblingly went to unbutton his jeans. The thin fabric was pushed aside, and Lynch almost bent down to support the wall on his own initiative - to meet the man who made him want to stop.

It fits so well.

Even the pain became fascinating, as if a strong aphrodisiac had penetrated into the bodies of the two of them.

Lynch curled up his fingers, and dug his fingertips into the gaps of the mosaics on the wall. He opened his mouth to silently catch the flowing water, and swallowed it back into his throat together with the saliva he secreted, as if this could relieve the blood in his body. The burning fire restrained Meng Lang's shout that was about to burst out.

Zhong Yanzhai twisted Lynch's face and leaned over to kiss, and forced him to the sink in a dizzy kiss.

The oval mirror in front of the sink reflected Lynch's blushing face, arched shoulders, and Zhong Yanzhai's eight-pack abs behind him.

It turned out that Zhong Yanzhai's expression was like this when he was indulging in love, his brows were slightly wrinkled, he was sweating profusely, and his thin lips were pursed hard, making him ferocious with all his strength.

Lynch's rational defense was completely shattered, he opened his mouth, and let out an honest and happy sound from his throat.

The deep voice was forbearable and joyful, Zhong Yanzhai heard Lynch's shout, and gently stroked his skin like a reward, "Speak louder."

Lynch let go of his voice without thinking, and Zhong Yanzhai seemed unable to stand his cry again, bowed his head and kissed him again, his arms were tightly wrapped around him like iron, around this windy man.

The consequence of the indulgence was that Lynch stopped eating completely—he was really paralyzed by being fucked, and he stretched out his hand to Zhong Yanzhai, who was wearing a T-shirt, and said dumbly, "Give me a cigarette."

Zhong Yanzhai put on a simple home T-shirt, walked to the bed and opened the bedside table, took a cigarette, lit it and put it in Lynch's mouth.

The smell of nicotine relieved Lynch's pain. It was so cool to do it, but it was really painful after it was done. Lynch grinned and took a puff of cigarette with a sad face.

"I'll go out for a while, you just lie down and don't move." Zhong Yanzhai covered him with a blanket.

Lynch smoked and said, "Where are you going?"

"pharmacy."

"Then you...buy a box cover again," Lynch said, puffing out smoke rings, frowning, "It's too fucking troublesome to get inside."

Zhong Yanzhai had a strange expression on his face. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy. He didn't answer Lynch, and turned around and went downstairs.

About ten minutes later, the sound of an engine came from downstairs, and a moment later Zhong Yanzhai's figure appeared at the door of the bedroom, carrying a plastic bag from a pharmacy in his hand.

Lynch had another cigarette in his mouth, it was half burned, and he was puffing.

Zhong Yanzhai went over, took the cigarette from Lynch's mouth and pinched it aside, "Apply the medicine, just scream when it hurts."

"I'm calling, I must be calling." Lynch sarcastically weakly.

Zhong Yanzhai is too lazy to argue with him now.

When Lin Qi took the medicine, he didn't yell loudly, and all the muscles in his body, especially the muscles in the key parts, froze.

Zhong Yanzhai had to pat his two petals, "Relax."

"Lie down and try to see if you can relax." Lynch said as he took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

Zhong Yanzhai almost sweated his head when he gave him the medicine, he was tired and suffocated.

If Lynch was fine, Zhong Yanzhai could fight him for a few more rounds.

Seeing Lynch's face turning red and then pale, Zhong Yanzhai thought he was so cute, so cute that he wanted to hide Lynch as a villain, keep it in his heart, and rub and lick him whenever he had nothing to do.

Of course, Zhong Yanzhai will never show this kind of emotion in front of Lynch. Once he shows his sincere liking for Lynch, a bad guy like Lynch will get 'tired' of him like that wheat sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yanzhai's face turned cloudy again.

Lynch only paid attention to the cold ointment and didn't pay attention to the change of Zhong Yanzhai's face, and whispered: "To be honest, as a cohabitant for the next period of time, I have to give you an opinion. It's not good for my physical and mental health to be naked in front of me."

Zhong Yanzhai sat at the end of the bed and threw the plastic bag on his side in front of Lynch. Lynch looked down and saw that there were at least seven or eight boxes of suits neatly packed inside.

Ultra-thin, non-inductive, bump, spiral.

The few key words on the box made Lynch dizzy.

"You want it." Zhong Yanzhai said lightly.

Lynch: "..." Ah... is it too late for him to take back that sentence now?