Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

After leaving the gym, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai suggested to eat Japanese food. Zhong Yanzhai didn’t have any opinion on these trifles, neither saying good nor bad, just watched Lynch happily describing how good the restaurant was to him Eat, the wagyu inside is amazing.

"Boss, is there a treat?" Lynch asked with a smile.

Zhong Yanzhai glanced at him sideways, and said in a magnetic voice, "Are you - are you blackmailing me?"

"How can you call a friend's treat a lie?" Lynch stroked his half-dried hair and said brightly, "I didn't pay for the two bowls of noodles last night? I even added an extra serving of vegetables for you."

The sunset in the evening dyed the sky red, Lynch was slender, carrying a backpack with one hand on his shoulder, his smile showed his white teeth.

Zhong Yanzhai really wanted to kiss him, tenderly, without a trace of affection, just because he liked the person in front of him very much and wanted to convey his feelings to him.

He dare not.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

"No," Zhong Yanzhai turned his face away, and walked ruthlessly, "I'll eat salad."

There was weight on his shoulders, Lynch hugged him, and stuck to him with a playful smile, "It's not a coincidence, the salad in that store is also really delicious..."

The private rooms of the Japanese food store with an average per capita of 3K are full of Japanese flavors. The waiter serving the dishes is sweet and pleasant, and introduces the dishes in a soft voice. Lynch looked at her with a smile on his face, his eyes were too bright and magnanimous. The girl blushed.

"Okay," Zhong Yanzhai put down the dark green teacup, "Go out, we don't need service here."

"Hai." The girl stood up gracefully with her hands on the tatami, walked out of the box with her little feet, and gently closed the paper door.

Lin Qi looked at the beautiful figure kneeling outside the paper door with his face propped up, raised his eyebrows and said, "The little girls in high-end restaurants are different. They are beautiful and gentle, and they speak nicely, and they can also speak devil's language."

Zhong Yanzhai raised his long eyelashes and glanced at him lightly, a flash of impulse flashed in his heart, he pressed that bastard under his body right now, if he likes devil's talk, then say enough.

Zhong Yanzhai's inner thoughts were very violent, but his face was calm. He brought the tea to his mouth and said calmly: "We each pay for this meal."

Lin Qi withdrew his gaze and gave Zhong Yanzhai a pitiful look, "Brother, little brother is struggling right now..."

Zhong Yanzhai lowered his eyes, "High-end restaurants only consume this, if you can't afford it, you can leave."

Lynch snorted.

Zhong Yanzhai served the salad quickly, and began to 'eat grass' bite by bite. He chewed it very crisply. He clearly had no expression on his face, and he was not looking at Lynch. Lynch still felt a chill all over his body.

After a while, the beautiful waiter came up to deliver the Wagyu that Lynch was thinking of. The waiter put down the Wagyu and smiled professionally at Lynch. Lynch also smiled back at her habitually.

In Zhong Yanzhai's eyes, this is called flirting.

He really hated Lynch's character of attracting bees and attracting butterflies to play with the world, caring not about the back, but also caring about the front, not only guarding against men, but also guarding against women.

Zhong Yanzhai frowned, and thrust a fork into the cherry tomatoes decorated next to it, and a 'poof' caught Lynch's attention.

Lynch had a piece of Wagyu in his mouth, and the taste of milky fat melted in his mouth. Lynch suddenly said, "I'll tell you something."

The sound of the paper door closing came, and Zhong Yanzhai carelessly forked the scattered vegetables in the bowl, "What?"

"Come closer."

Zhong Yanzhai felt that Lynch couldn't say anything that would make him happy, so he put down his fork annoyedly, but when he raised his head, Lynch leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

The consciousness left for a few seconds, and when Zhong Yanzhai reacted, he immediately turned his back on the guest, raised his hand and pressed the back of Lynch's head forcefully, and kissed vigorously with the tip of his tongue bumping against his teeth, the grease made Lynch's tongue extraordinarily slippery, and separated Shi Lynch rolled the tip of his tongue so as not to let the abundant body fluid flow down.

Zhong Yanzhai looked at Lynch with complicated eyes. He was a little 'flattered', but he didn't want to show this emotion too obviously, so he covered it up with indifference. The combination is complicated.

Lynch smiled and licked the glossy grease from the corner of his mouth, "Wagyu beef tastes good, right? You have tried this dish, don't let it go."

Zhong Yanzhai used to be abstinent, but broke it because of Lynch. He ate vegetarian food for two lifetimes, and today he is also addicted to meat. It seems that he is destined to lose to Lynch.

If Zhong Yanzhai didn't get back some of his capital, he would have lost everything.

Zhong Yanzhai pulled Lin Qi, pressed him on the tatami and kissed him firmly.

Lynch resisted twice, shaking his head and tail. Zhong Yanzhai inserted his fingers between his fingers and firmly nailed him to the tatami. He bent his knee with one leg and pressed Lynch's two long legs, letting Lynch struggle. , and refused to let go.

A figure in a kimono outside the paper door came over with small steps. Lynch gave Zhong Yanzhai two "uh" pushes. Zhong Yanzhai sucked his lips, raised his face, and his dark maroon eyes were astonishingly bright. , but his expression and tone were very cold, "Why, afraid of being seen?"

"Hello, sorry to bother you."

"Enter—" Lynch said directly.

The paper door was pulled open with a 'swish', and the waiter came in with the dishes. She kept her head down and put down the plate, only to find that two surprisingly handsome guests were stacked on top of each other. An indifferent handsome guest was kneeling on the tatami mat with one leg, and the two of them clasped their fingers together. With the bright color on their lips, she immediately lowered her head, blushing and saying, "Sumi three."

"It's okay, I let you in," Lynch said lazily, "put it down, this grilled fish, you have to eat it while it's hot." He smiled at Zhong Yanzhai, "brother, I'm not afraid of people watching, I'm It’s because I’m afraid that the food won’t taste good if it’s cold.”

Zhong Yanzhai let go of the person, feeling helpless with this person's thick skin.

When paying the bill, Zhong Yanzhai swiped his card to sign, and the waiter blushed all the time, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

Lynch said with great interest, "Sister, isn't my boyfriend handsome?"

Zhong Yanzhai and the waiter girl looked at him at the same time, and the girl smiled lightly, "Yes, sir, you two are a perfect match."

Zhong Yanzhai got up after signing, "Who is your boyfriend?"

"Friend," Lynch also stood up, shaking his hands in his pockets, and said with a smile, "You provide me with food and shelter. This isn't something your boyfriend can't justify."

"The food and shelter is your boyfriend?" The waiter opened the paper door, Zhong Yanzhai leaned over to put on his shoes, and said calmly, "This is called being taken advantage of."

The waiter couldn't help but smile again.

Lynch also came over to put on his shoes, licked his face and said, "Don't be like this, brother."

"You are two years older than me, thank you." Zhong Yanzhai got up, and Lynch followed, hooking his shoulder and talking to him.

The waiter smiled again behind them, thinking that this handsome couple is really sweet.

Zhong Yanzhai was not sweet at all, and after getting in the car, he said to Lynch, who kept chattering about wanting a 'name': "Have you always been so casual?"

Lynch stopped talking, and looked at Zhong Yanzhai quietly, his eyes were neither shy nor annoyed, they were still bright and open.

Zhong Yanzhai turned his head, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Lynch said sincerely.

Zhong Yanzhai met a heartless playboy like Lynch, and it was a bad luck for eight lifetimes. When the two were together, Lynch had never seen him smile a few times. On the road, he seemed a little more relaxed.

It's no wonder that Zhong Yanzhai isn't angry that Lynch wanted to be a so-called "boyfriend" jokingly.

Back at the small villa, Lynch wisely didn't bother Zhong Yanzhai. After resting for a while, he jogged on the treadmill for an hour. After washing up, he honestly went straight to the guest room.

Both Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai are in their youth, and they have endless energy to vent. The passion accumulated on the track will often turn into a night of sex, and the set is consumed at an extremely fast rate.

It was a rare night to 'sleep in separate rooms'. Lynch lay on the slightly damp quilt in the guest room, with his hands under his head, kneeling and thinking.

How on earth could he convince Zhong Yanzhai that he had 'repented of evil' and wanted to be with him?

Lynch tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He got out of bed and started doing push-ups. He didn't do enough push-ups, so he simply opened the door and went back to the gym in the small villa.

As soon as the door opened, Lynch heard the sound of breathing coming from the dark gym.

Moonlight poured into the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the slender figure on the treadmill stopped the treadmill and turned his face in the dark night.

Lynch leaned against the door and did not speak. After his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, the face illuminated by the silver-white moonlight looked like a statue of a handsome man in ancient Greece. Even his expression was very similar, compassionate and restrained.

The two looked at each other, neither of them said anything, they just faced each other quietly.

Lynch sighed in his heart, slowly straightened up, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands, and lifted it up, the cotton T-shirt was thrown on the floor, and then he put his hands on the tie of the sports trousers He went up, pulled the tie, and took off his pants neatly.

With the light behind his back, Zhong Yanzhai could clearly see the graceful body, walking towards him step by step, standing in front of him, raised his head and hugged his waist, and kissed the corner of his lips.

Zhong Yanzhai remained motionless.

Those hands reached out to the laces of the trousers he was wearing, and gently pulled them open.

The height of the treadmill was just right. Zhong Yanzhai was standing just enough for Lynch to kneel down. Lynch raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Yanzhai while gently kissing him. The scarlet tongue licked sensationally. Yan Zhai's expression remained unchanged. When Lynch opened his mouth and moved his head forward, Zhong Yanzhai finally closed his eyes, then opened them, and pulled Lynch's short hair violently.

On the cold floor, the fiery body shivered, Lynch hooked his knees, his short hair shook gently, and the cold moonlight outside gave him the illusion of being in the open air.

Zhong Yanzhai pulled him by the shoulders to make him stand up, and the two walked to the French window inseparably. Lynch stuck to the glass window, raised his hand in a trance, and the ten fingers behind him inserted into his fingers, expressing a strong possession want.

A large snowflake fell on the glass, and Lynch leaned back into Zhong Yanzhai's arms short of breath, "Tomorrow you clean the glass..."

Zhong Yanzhai put his arms around him, bowed his head and gave him a deep kiss, and said in a low voice, "Be my boyfriend."

Lynch smiled wearily, "Okay."

Zhong Yanzhai pinched his chin and bit Lynch's lip hard, "I'm serious."

Lynch licked the blood oozing from his lips, "I'm serious too."

Zhong Yanzhai took advantage of the moonlight to carefully look at Lynch's blushing lazy face, but he didn't see any seriousness. He pinched Lynch's chin with his fingers harder and harder, and Lynch couldn't help hissing.

Zhong Yanzhai let go.

Lynch raised his hand and touched his chin, then stretched out his free hand and turned the clock on the heavy place, and said in a serious tone: "I've already licked you, isn't that serious enough?"

The veins in Zhong Yanzhai's temples danced, and he covered his mouth with one hand, "Shut up, go back to sleep."