Grandma, I want to talk to you about life

"Try... your sister!" After hearing Yu Fengjing's words, Wang Xiaoming subconsciously recalled the scene in the dream... Then he found sadly that in the dream, besides being pressed on the bed by Yu Fengjing, it was him being pressed on the bed by Yu Fengjing. That way, if he really tried it, no matter how he thought about it, he would be at a disadvantage!

Yu Fengjing buried his head in Wang Xiaoming's shoulder and laughed in a low voice. His voice was lazy and very seductive, and Wang Xiaoming's heart went numb when he heard it. Only at this time could Wang Xiaoming deeply feel that a nice voice , how magical!

"But, that's not what your body says..." Yu Fengjing said softly, and before Wang Xiaoming could make up his mind [he said he didn't want a body but was very honest], he felt Yu Fengjing's hand stretch out from his waist. He walked over and gently held Xiao Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt bad all over!

Then Wang Xiaoming was held in Yu Fengjing's arms like this, and when Wang Xiaoming finally collapsed into Yu Fengjing's arms, Yu Fengjing chuckled in Wang Xiaoming's ear again: "Now it's your turn to help me..."

The corners of Wang Xiaoming's eyes were red, and the eyes were misty. Because of what happened in Yu Fengjing's hands just now, he didn't seem to understand Yu Fengjing's words at this time, and could only stare at Yu Fengjing's face blankly and innocently. Breathing lightly, Yu Fengjing looked at Wang Xiaoming like this, and couldn't help lowering his head and sucking at the corner of Wang Xiaoming's lips.

Then Yu Fengjing took Wang Xiaoming's hand and put it into his own pants, asking Wang Xiaoming to help him do this and that.

After Wang Xiaoming came to his senses, he found that Yu Fengjing was leaning over and panting next to his ear, and his hands were helping Yu Fengjing in this way and that... Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt ill again, and his shame level instantly rose to the peak. Near the edge of the crash, not far from the crash.

So this and that, and that and this, after doing this and that several times, Yu Fengjing finally let out a long sigh of relief, and collapsed on Wang Xiaoming's body.

When Wang Xiaoming pulled his hand out of Yu Fengjing's trousers with a stiff body, he didn't know if he was using too much force, and Yu Fengjing's underwear with a particularly elastic rubber band snapped back, just like skipping rope. Be careful of the sound of being hit by the rubber rope, it made Wang Xiaoming very embarrassed for a while.

Yu Fengjing regained his strength, his brows were lazy, and there was a half-smile expression on his face.

"Laughing...what are you laughing at!" Wang Xiaoming felt guilty and embarrassed, maybe because Yu Fengjing was much younger than him, he always felt guilty when he did such things, but when he was burdened with a sense of guilt, At the same time, the level of pleasure in that aspect has greatly increased.He even thought a little bit wrongly, no wonder so many people through the ages like to engage in that kind of unrequited love.

Yu Fengjing gave a low laugh, pointed to his hands and said to Wang Xiaoming, "Look, your son."

Wang Xiaoming: "..." The male god, he is such a hooligan at playing tricks!

Wang Xiaoming bit his lip, stretched out his hand unconvinced, and pointed to the palm of his hand: "Look at your son!"

"Well," Yu Fengjing agreed without blushing at all, he even said with a light smile, "...It's a waste, otherwise you would give me a son."

"I'm a man," Wang Xiaoming snorted, "how can I have a son, if you really want a son, find a girl to give birth to you!"

In fact, this is not something he has been worried about for a long time. Ever since Wang Xiaoming recognized the fact that he is a gay, he has never thought about finding a girl to start a family, get married and have children. In the past, Wang Xiaoming thought that When he was a straight man, he had a high tolerance for things like danmei and homosexuality in Two-dimensional. Even if someone made fun of him and other male writers, he would not be really angry.But on the contrary, Wang Xiaoming looked down on those homosexuals who cheated on marriages in the three dimensions, and sympathized with those same wives whose lives were almost ruined, so even if he himself became a homo now, he would not Will allow myself to become the kind of scum who deceives other girls' feelings and wombs.

Wang Xiaoming knows that he will probably never get married again in the future, he can withstand the pressure of his parents, and he has no pressure or burden at all on the issue of supporting his parents.As a great writer, even if Wang Xiaoming never writes novels to make money again, his publishing fees, game copyright fees, etc. are enough for him to eat and drink for the rest of his life.

He could do it, but what about Yu Fengjing, could Yu Fengjing, like him, make up his mind not to get married, even under the begging, persuasion, threats and crying of his parents?After all, for most parents in this world, getting married and having children is what they want to see most.

Sensing Wang Xiaoming's depressed mood for a moment, Yu Fengjing sighed, reached out and pinched Wang Xiaoming's face, and said, "What are you thinking, I don't want other people to give birth to my son, I only want you to give birth to me. , if you don’t give birth to me, then I don’t want a son.”

Wang Xiaoming snorted: "Even if you don't want it now, what about in the future? Even if you don't want it in the future, what about your parents?" Although he was a little slow and not as smart as Yu Fengjing, but after all, given his age and social experience, he When thinking about the problem, he will definitely think longer than Yu Fengjing.

Yu Fengjing paused for a moment, then he said with a low smile: "My parents divorced when I was seven years old, and they started their own families within a year. I have a half-brother and a half-sister …I followed my dad when they divorced, and I moved out by myself when I was in high school, because my grandma is quite rich and has several houses under her name, so she gave me a house, and then I moved in After that, I didn’t go back much, in short, they are doing well, I don’t have to worry about them, and they don’t worry about me.”

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a long time. He had never heard Yu Fengjing talk about his affairs before. When Yu Fengjing said this today...he suddenly felt that there was a lot of information!

Yu Fengjing touched Wang Xiaoming's face and said: "Each of them will pay a sum of money to my card every month as support, which is considered to have fulfilled their duty of support, but in fact, after they are seven years old, they have nothing to do with them. Leave me alone, they have sons and daughters of their own, and I'm just a remnant of their past mistakes."

Yu Fengjing's tone was very calm, but Wang Xiaoming was heartbroken. He paused for a long time before he said, "Maybe it's not that they don't care about you, but they just don't know how to care..."

"There's nothing I don't understand, I just don't want to," Yu Fengjing said flatly, "Even my dad who is busy with work will come back as soon as possible to celebrate my brother's birthday, but on my birthday, except for my friends, they don't I remember alone. Every time I went to visit my grandparents with my dad, I saw the three of them walking in front holding hands, and I walked at the end alone, which made me feel that it was obviously a family of three. home, but I have the illusion that I am alone in it..."

Wang Xiaoming bit his lip, reached out and hugged Yu Fengjing, Yu Fengjing put his face on Wang Xiaoming's shoulder, and said with a light smile: "Maybe it's because of this reason, I have been indifferent since I was a child, even when my grandmother who loved me the most passed away, I didn't even shed a single tear. Before I met you, I hardly liked anyone. I even thought that I had lost the ability to like someone..."

"But after meeting you," Yu Fengjing pressed his head against Wang Xiaoming's forehead, "I realized that I still have the ability to like someone."

Wang Xiaoming's face became hot from Yu Fengjing's words, he fainted for a moment, and then said: "You...don't plan to get married anymore?"

Yu Fengjing paused, then smiled and said, "If you want to get married, we can go to... the Netherlands?"

"But, if the two of us are together," Wang Xiaoming blushed at Yu Fengjing's words, "...it's impossible to have children, we can only adopt them."

"As long as I'm with you, everything doesn't matter." Yu Fengjing said with a smile.

Wang Xiaoming silently leaned against Yu Fengjing until Yu Fengjing touched his face and said, "...Look, I've wiped your son all over your face."

Wang Xiaoming was speechless all of a sudden, he snorted, and not to be outdone, he also wiped his hands on Yu Fengjing's face, rubbing Yu Fengjing's son on Yu Fengjing's face.

After a while, both of their faces were covered with their own sons. Looking at the white marks on each other's faces, they looked at each other and smiled.

Yu Fengjing smiled for a while, hugged Wang Xiaoming and said, "I found that after being with you, my smile seems to have dropped."

"...Is there anything wrong with a low smile?" Wang Xiaoming said angrily, "People with a high smile have fewer friends!"

Yu Fengjing nodded seriously: "It's true, no matter how cold or boring the joke is, people with a low laugh will definitely cheer on you... The Spring Festival Gala needs people with a low smile like you."

Then Yu Fengjing was pressed on the bed by Wang Xiaoming and rubbed.

After the two got up, brushed their teeth and washed their faces, Yu Fengjing was ready to go to class, and Wang Xiaoming was also ready to go back to the hotel.

Although Yu Fengjing was a bit reluctant to let Wang Xiaoming go back to the hotel, but Wang Xiaoming said that they were just together and they were so tired, the influence was not very good. Of course, the most important thing was that after yesterday's nightmare, Wang Xiaoming suddenly had an inspiration about Xinkeng, He is full of inspiration now, and he can't wait to go back to the hotel and take out a notebook to write down. Although Yu Fengjing also has a computer in the dormitory, there is someone next to him when Wang Xiaoming is not used to typing.

...Of course, the most important thing is that he is afraid that Yu Fengjing will be affected by him and he will be uneasy, unable to write, and he may be held in his arms by Yu Fengjing at any time to interrupt his inspiration and thoughts.

In short, after considering many aspects, Wang Xiaoming still chose to go back to the hotel to code, but he made an agreement with Yu Fengjing that he must spare a day for Yu Fengjing on Yu Fengjing's birthday.

After returning to the hotel, Wang Xiaoming couldn't wait to turn on the laptop, crackling the code words, he felt that his inspiration was surging and unstoppable at this time, like a runaway grass mud horse that couldn't be pulled.

He coded the novel for a whole day in the dark, until he felt that his hands were so sore that he couldn't lift them up, Wang Xiaoming stopped his hands unsatisfied. He stretched his waist, rubbed his sore eyes, took a sip of water, Decided to take a break and fight again at night.

As soon as he stopped, Wang Xiaoming immediately felt his stomach growling so badly that he was almost starved to the point of being a sheet of paper. Wang Xiaoming hadn’t tried this kind of feeling for a long time when inspiration came up and he couldn’t stop typing. He almost forgot to sleep and eat. To the point, today he hasn't eaten all day.

Wang Xiaoming ordered a takeaway of hot and sour noodles on the phone, while drinking boiled water, he climbed up the penguin. In order to isolate all disturbances, he didn't go up the penguin all day, but now he finished typing and was looking for a few I wanted to show off my achievements today, so when I got on the penguin, the profile picture in the lower right corner of Wang Xiaoming immediately jumped non-stop.

Wang Xiaoming opened it and saw that there were Yu Fengjing's, Jidian Dashenqun's, and his editor's.

Wang Xiaoming is a god-level writer of Jidian Fiction Network, and belongs to the editor-in-chief of Jidian. The editor-in-chief of Jidian is called Bixia, and he is known as Your Majesty.

Jingyu: I'm out of class and I'm going to have lunch. Have you had lunch yet?

Jingyu: It's class, I'm so bored, I miss you

Jingyu: I'm going to the canteen for dinner, did you have a good meal today?

……

Edit Your Majesty: So handsome that I have no friends, get out, get out, get out! ! !

Editor His Majesty: What's the matter with your new pit?Unfinished?eunuch? ! !

Edit Your Majesty: Get me online!Otherwise I will go to your door*********! ! !

……

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his messy hair, and first replied to Yu Fengjing——

So handsome that I have no friends: I had an inspiration today, and I didn’t have time to eat, but I just ordered hot and sour noodles, I miss you too, and then I replied to the editor——

So handsome that he has no friends: Come on~ Come here if you have the ability~ I'll wait for you (<ゝω·)~☆Wang Xiaoming just found a kaomoji on Baidu and sent it to the editor, and Yu Fengjing replied to him——

Stormy Storm: Eat well even when inspiration comes

Jingyu: I will feel bad when I am hungry

Wang Xiaoming silently thought, ever since he talked with Yu Fengjing, Yu Fengjing has become more and more nasty...

But he seems to like Yu Fengjing's nasty... o(*////▽////*)q At the same time, the ruthless editor also replied to Wang Xiaoming——

Editor Your Majesty: You are so handsome that you have no friends, you bastard finally dare to go online!ah?How dare you go online?Eunuch, how dare you go online?You are not afraid that you will curse the soul of the dead to kill you!

Wang Xiaoming replied to Yu Fengjing——

So handsome that he has no friends: um, I will have a good meal

Reply to edit again——

So handsome that I have no friends: Didn't you call me online, I hate it, I don't have a eunuch, I'm obviously over! (<ゝω·)～☆Jingyu: I’m going back to the dormitory, I’ll take a shower first, I’ll edit the video later, and I’ll send it to you at night after editing. Edit Your Majesty: What’s the difference between your ending and a eunuch?What's the difference?What's the difference?Do you know that your comment section is going crazy?Everyone wants to fuck you to death, you go back and write it again!Don't smash your signboard, or you don't have to wait for them, I'll be the first to fuck you!

Wang Xiaoming snorted, bowed his head and typed a reply——

So handsome that he has no friends: Come on, come on~ Come on and fuck me, I’m waiting for you on the bed for nothing (<ゝω·)~☆ Then I replied to Yu Fengjing——

So handsome that he has no friends: Hmm, come on~

After each reply, Wang Xiaoming was humming a song, and was about to open Weibo to see if there was anything new, but within a few seconds, he received replies from two people...

Your Majesty the editor: Hehe, it’s useless to be cute, you can either change the ending or die, choose a storm by yourself: ... Is this a seduction?

Wang Xiaoming's eyes widened, and he glanced at the chat history above, and suddenly he was in a bad mood - he sent it to the wrong person!

Things are going badly!

Too handsome to have friends: Uh, if I say I sent it to the wrong person...

Jingyu: ...Huh?Who were you going to send it to?

...things seem to be getting worse!