like drinking ice

I don't know if it was influenced by Zheng Ao.Now I also have a tendency to beat him up first when encountering things-or it may be that I have been played by him too many times, and I know that it is impossible to treat such a thick-skinned guy like a gentleman. Let's talk later.Anyway, if you hit him, you can vent your anger, but if you talk to him, you will only be deceived.

He is still the same, not afraid of beating at all, he changes his clothes as soon as he enters the practice room, and wears a karate-like suit with his neck open. It is white, and I frowned when I saw it: "What does he look like dressed like this?"

He smiled and said, "I'm afraid of wearing too much, Xiao Lang's hand hurts from beating him."

I was too lazy to talk to him, so I went to find a sandbag and started practicing straight punches. In fact, practicing kung fu is equivalent to fitness. Now I just kick and punch when I have nothing to do. My shoulders and back hurt.But Zheng Ao is very annoying, every time he sees me practicing boxing, he always laughs.In fact, in my opinion, Kung Fu does not necessarily have to be practiced to the best, it is enough to keep fit.There are hundreds of kinds of people in this world, and it is impossible for everyone to be excellent.

Zheng Ao saw that I was ignoring him, so he leaned over again, folded his arms and watched me punch.

"Fistes are not clenched like this, you have to squeeze the phoenix eye." He saw me punched twice, stretched out his hand to correct me, took the opportunity to pinch my arm twice, I gave him a look, and he smiled brightly: "Why? gone?"

After punching the sandbag twice according to his method, his arm began to get tired and sore. He didn't seem to notice it, and he still held my fist and taught me to hit.He looked very patient. I couldn't find a reason to beat him, so I could only stare at him. When he found that I was looking at him, he raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "How about it, I'm handsome."

"narcissism."

"Xiao Lang just likes duplicity." He was so thick-skinned that he could be a wall: "He just looked at me with admiring eyes."

"It can only be said that your imagination is too rich." I didn't bother to talk to him.

He smiled: "Don't deny it, I like Xiao Lang very much too..."

I didn't speak, but instead he made an inch of it, leaned over and smacked my face. I pushed him away, probably because I didn't push him hard enough, and he misunderstood him. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek: "It's such a beautiful day, Xiao Lang, do you have any ideas?" ..."

"No!" I categorically killed his weird ideas in the cradle: "I don't have such strange hobbies."

"What strange hobby? Could it be here..." He pretended to be innocent, but still just smiled, his fox eyes narrowed, and reached out to touch my waist: "Xiao Lang, your thoughts are really impure. But since you have This thought, then I will reluctantly..."

Obviously it was his own dirty thoughts, but he had the nerve to fall on my head. I was so angry that I almost vomited blood, wishing I could hit him on the head with boxing gloves.

"Don't be crazy," I pushed him away, "I'm going to the company in the afternoon."

"What time do you want to go?" He put his arms around my waist and whispered into my ears deliberately as a prank.

"Two o'clock." I warned him righteously: "It's almost one o'clock now."

Zheng Ao sighed, still touching my lower back with his hand.

"You really underestimate your husband..."

I couldn't bear it anymore and hit his head hard.

"How many times have I said it!" I couldn't help but blush when I heard that word, and I wanted to punch someone instinctively, and my voice sounded like I was about to fight: "Don't always say nonsense! Did you listen to it or not!"

Zheng Ao showed an aggrieved expression, but said very obscene words.

"I wasn't allowed to say it in front of those two brats before, but now I'm not even allowed to say it," he was still murmuring reluctantly, "You kept calling me that way last night, so you don't want to say it now." Allow me to say..."

I couldn't bear it anymore, and finally rushed forward and punched him.

"Bastard!" I was so angry that I just wanted to beat him to death: "You keep talking, keep talking!"

Zheng Ao obviously felt that my beating didn't hurt at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't come over and lean against me lazily after I was tired from playing. I was so tired that I leaned against the wall and didn't want to talk.But he seemed to be fine, he could still move my hand away, and then lay on my lap leisurely and comfortably.He said with emotion: "Xiao Lang's bastard punch is really powerful..."

I glanced at him: "What punch?"

"Wang Baquan." He said with a smile, "The Wang Baquan that beat the master to death with random punches."

I want to punch him again.

He is quite comfortable, with his head resting on my lap, his legs are turned up, one folded and placed on the other, his legs are very slender, and they look good just like this, swaying leisurely, I seem to hear him Humming.

I looked down at him, his eyes were slightly squinted, his beautiful lips were slightly raised, seeing me looking at him, he smiled at me, and blew a kiss.

Sure enough, you can't expect him to be serious.

After a while like this, I also feel a little lazy.His hair is long and thin, and each hair has a light luster, which makes people feel a little violent when messed up. I straightened out his hair, and he probably likes it very much. Like an animal, he snorted twice comfortably.

Obviously a bastard out and out, but at this time it doesn't look so hopeless. I am always deceived by such moments, and do things that I regret later.

"Zheng Ao, I want to ask you something." I ran my fingers through his hair, the black hair was as smooth as silk.

"Yeah." He lazily agreed.

"You must be like this..." I can't find the exact adjective: "Using means?"

"Means?" Zheng Ao looked at me innocently.

When I was looked at by him like this, I really thought I was making trouble for no reason.

Fortunately, I stand firm.

"Actually, there are a lot of things in life, you just need to say it, why..." I changed the word: "Why do you have to be clever. Even if you say it directly, I will agree. You will not only let me It's very disturbing, and it also sets a very bad example for Ruirui."

Zheng Ao narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "Really?"

I was keenly aware of the danger, but thinking that everything would be risky, I assured him: "It's true, as long as it's not too much."

"Then will Xiao Lang wait for me on the bed tonight?" He asked with a smile.

I pursed my lips.

"Yesterday when I used tricks, Xiao Lang did just that, and now he refuses to agree?" He recalled leisurely, and sighed pretendingly: "Oh, forget it, I'll use my original method... ..."

"Wait," I stopped him, gritted my teeth, "I can promise you."

He immediately showed a triumphant smile, and anyone who is a little familiar with him would know that when he showed this expression, he must have done another big and satisfying asshole.

But this thing is not useless.I comforted myself in my heart: this is a good start, as long as he starts straight, Ruirui will definitely follow suit, otherwise he will be very tired in the future and cause a lot of misunderstandings.

"Then you have to be more honest with me in the future, and don't spoil Ruirui." I negotiated conditions with him.

"Wait, I haven't finished yet." Zheng Ao interrupted me, and when I saw his smile, I knew nothing good would happen next.

"I want Xiao Lang to ride on me." He pointed to a very obscene place, and patted shamelessly: "Move yourself."

I stood up straight away.

"Don't go, Xiao Lang." He dragged me with a playful smile: "We can discuss it, I don't ask too much, or you don't sit up, as long as you wear the suit you go to work in the company, and the bottom is naked... "

I punched him straight away.

He dodges lightly.In fact, every time I hit him, unless he doesn't hide, I can't hit him.Now he's obviously not going to get hit because he knows I'll hit him and he'll run away.

"Xiao Lang is really angry," he sighed, "Don't be so violent, Xiao Lang can use other methods to vent on me, any method is fine, I welcome it..."

I know I can't beat him, so the best thing I can do is get out of here.

He grabbed my waist.

He taught me without paying attention at all. What he taught me was straight punches and side kicks. It was useless for me to practice every day. If two people really fought each other, he still knocked them down with one move.He was still afraid that I would fall, so he used his arm as a pad, and threw me on the floor of the practice room. I really want to know if people who have practiced Kung Fu have an extra leg and hands, why I was suppressed, even kicked. He couldn't even kick it, but he still had an extra hand to touch my face.

"Don't be angry, I was just joking." Every time Zheng Ao annoyed me, he would come over and pretend to be pitiful: "Don't go, Xiao Lang."

"Get up." I called him coldly.

He smiled and shook his head.

I had no other choice, turned my face to the side and stopped looking at him.

"Xiao Lang...Xiao Lang..." Seeing that I ignored him, he began to shout, "Xu Lang...my dear?"

I glared at him with the eye knife, and he pretended to be terrified, smiled and came over to kiss my face.

"Don't be angry, just talk to me." He pressed his whole body on me, and he even had the face to talk about it: "Look at the weather is so good, let's chat..."

"I have nothing to say to you." I looked at the threshold of the practice room.

He started playing with my hair, twisting it around his fingers.

"Don't be so indifferent."

"You are so bullying." I looked at him coldly: "You know that I can't beat you, and every time I end up bullying me because of your kung fu practice, do you think it's interesting for two people to date? Don't you have the right to speak?"

Probably because my words were too cold, he looked guilty and let go of his hand silently: "Then I won't grab you, don't be angry with me."

Sure enough, he got up after he finished speaking, and stopped pressing me down.I looked at him vigilantly, got up, and moved my wrist. He looked very good, sitting on the ground, motionless, looking at me flatteringly.

I stood up slowly, and suddenly looked suspiciously at the boxing gloves on his back. He also looked back, and I took the opportunity to run away.

There were still five meters away from the door, my waist sank, he directly grabbed my waist, and threw me down on the wooden floor of the practice room again.

"Xiao Lang is so cunning!" He obviously smiled smugly, and pretended to be hurt: "You are not good at all, and you lie to me every time, I am so sad."

"Bastard, let me go." I was pressed to the ground, struggling to get out.

"Xiao Lang lied to me again, how can I make it up to me?" He smiled and asked in my ear, "Is it okay to make a promise with your body?"

I knew I shouldn't reason with him, not only shouldn't reason, even being alone in the room with him is a big mistake, anyway, he is a complete jerk.

"Let me go." I felt that his hand was already pulling my pants, and I was sweating. I couldn't help but yelled: "Zheng Ao, you have a fucking sex addiction!"

"What disease?" Zheng Ao raised his eyebrows.

"Sex addiction!" I checked the information specifically: "You are abnormal! You are thinking about that thing all over your head. This is a disease and needs to be cured!"

Zheng Ao laughed.

He laughed so hard that his eyes rolled up as if he had heard something so funny.

"It's useless for you to laugh." I was confident, and I said it anyway, and I also had the same mentality as a martyr: "Even if you succeed today, I will not be deceived tomorrow. You'd better go to the psychological consultation yourself." Doctor, otherwise I will take you to the hospital, and if others find out, you will be ashamed and humiliated."

Zheng Ao went crazy laughing this time, he looked like he was about to burst into tears, and at the end of the laugh, he lay on me directly. I didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so I looked at him vigilantly.

"Xiao Lang, you are so funny." He smiled and kissed my face: "You are such a baby, you don't understand anything."

"Crazy." I glared at him.

"I really don't know how Teacher Xu taught you. Fortunately, I found out early, otherwise I would have been deceived by others. If you go outside in the future..." He was still smiling, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes suddenly became ruthless: "If people outside dare to lie to you like this, I will kill them."

I thought he was crazy, and couldn't struggle anyway, so I started looking up at the ceiling.

He went crazy for a while, and finally remembered something normal, he lowered his head and kissed me: "Xiao Lang, you really don't like this kind of thing?"

"What kind of thing?" I rolled my eyes at him.

He hit me straight up.

I raised my hand and wanted to punch him, but he reacted quickly, pressed my hand again, and asked with a smile, "Is Xiao Lang really not feeling good at all?"

"Smoking drugs can make you feel better, why don't you take them?" I asked him coldly.

"Drugs are bad." He rubbed my neck ambiguously, and kissed my earlobe: "This kind of thing is a mutual pleasure, since Xiao Lang also enjoys it, you should do it often, right? "

I can't explain it to him.

What I hate is not the incident itself, but the meaning of the incident. I always feel a sense of guilt, as if what I did was unworthy. The more comfortable I am, the deeper the sense of guilt.

It is impossible for me to say these words to Zheng Ao, he can only hear the word "comfortable", and then he is more proud and presumptuous, and the rest will be ignored.

But I'm not all wrong.

I am not ignorant, I know that some of my ideas are not good, but there are a lot of things to be done slowly, and the frequency should be controlled once a month.Fortunately, although Zheng Ao often pushes forward, if I really get angry, he will stop in time.It's just that I don't want that, some words are too hurtful to say.

I don't want to see him hurt, so I'd rather pamper him.Fortunately, he is a very smart person. He looks arrogant and presumptuous, but in fact he has a sense of proportion.

The reason why I am so afraid is because I am afraid that Ruirui will grow into his appearance, not his current appearance, but his original appearance—his appearance when he made these mistakes.Although our ending is good, it is best not to take those wrong paths at the beginning.As a parent, you are always afraid that your child will get hurt.

No wound will heal overnight, between me and Zheng Ao, occasionally there are things that cannot be touched.We are all working hard to eliminate those things, just like his nonsense and my connivance, although love cannot cure everything, but with time, it is the best panacea.

I am 25 this year, and he is 23. The combined total is less than half of my life.

We still have a long, long life.

Those mistakes I have made must be made up bit by bit. Although I love him, it makes me heal faster, but there is no way to erase the scars, it can only rely on time.Fortunately, there will always be something good, like newly grown skin, overshadowing those that used to be.Just like the peach blossom tree I newly planted, like him working overtime until late at night, sneaking into the bed and kissing me furtively, like the very delicious plum wine that Ye Susu sent us that day, we drank around the fire and talked about the last time Everyone laughed at the joke when I went diving on vacation, and I laughed so hard that I vaguely remembered that many years ago, I went out with him and his friends, and it was so lively.I joined the crowd and sat beside him. Although I was very nervous, I couldn't sit still when I heard such a wonderful joke.

But this time, I can finally lean on him unrestrainedly, with peace of mind, and openly.

As a lover.

That's the best thing ever.

"Xiao Lang, let me tell you something."

"what's up?"

"Actually, I'm a very low self-esteem person. I always feel that what others like is not the real me, so I always use tricks unconsciously. The more I care about people, the less I dare to reveal my original appearance easily, for fear that I will be criticized if I speak out." Reject... But you don't have to worry, if I feel very at ease, I will say it directly, although it will be very hurt if I get rejected..."

"so what?"

"Let's go to bed, Xiao Lang."