God, your chapter H has been locked by me

The editor-in-chief has always been strong, and Wei Ning couldn't beat him at all, especially when he was covered in purpura, so he resisted twice, and the editor-in-chief directly said in a deep voice, "You will make me want to bully me even more."

So, Wei Ning stopped.

"I'm not that serious, can you take that hemorrhoid cream away?" Wei Ning muttered, and the editor-in-chief replied him with two words: "Lie down."

"I...will I come to the head office by myself?" Wei Ning bargained pitifully, the editor-in-chief simply hugged him, hugged him in his arms, and directly poked his finger into it to apply the medicine.

"Hmm..." Wei Ning shuddered and grabbed the editor-in-chief's T-shirt tightly. His back was indeed a little red and swollen. It hurt at first when touched by his fingers, but it was quickly relieved by the cool feeling. Although the editor-in-chief was domineering, he wiped the It's very detailed, rubbing it with fingers to promote absorption, and rubbing it several times before letting Wei Ning go.

Wei Ning breathed a sigh of relief, his body was hot because of what happened just now, but the squirming is still within the range that can be suppressed, Wei Ning adjusted his breathing, suppressed the urge to raise the flag, looked up and saw the editor-in-chief took off the soaked T-shirt, revealing beautiful muscles , there were sporadic traces left by himself on his body, Wei Ning's face became hot, and he immediately turned his eyes away.

At this time, the editor-in-chief didn't leave, but walked over directly, stepped into the bathtub, and put out some hot water.

"What are you doing..."

"Come." The editor-in-chief sat down, pulled Wei Ning into his arms, hugged him from behind, and gently massaged him with warm water. Wei Ning's body froze, and the editor-in-chief said: "I won't do anything to you ,relax."

"But I'm afraid I can't control what will happen to you..." Wei Ning lowered his head and muttered. The editor-in-chief rushed to his head with the shower, and the hot water poured down. Wei Ning shivered. Rubbing his hair, he sneered slightly.

What does this onomatopoeia full of contempt mean?

Shampoo foam was rubbed out of his head, Wei Ning snorted angrily, he was still young, his sperm was of very high quality, and it was just around the corner to overwhelm the editor-in-chief and show off his glory, Wei Ning secretly clenched his fists—to encourage his ambition, let him Let others go!

After all, Wei's father and Wei's mother are not used to living in an apartment. After staying for two days, they filled the refrigerator with the sauce meat and pickles they made, and then went back home.It's also fortunate that these two ancestors have gone back, otherwise Wei Ning's ears would be numb when the editor-in-chief was praised. He has been a "child of someone else's family" for so many years, and today he finally realized it. "Children" is such a maddening thing, if the old man and the old lady continue to talk about it, the spark of his jealousy towards the editor-in-chief will almost burn the house down.

The old man walked forward, and Wei Ning started to pack his things on the back foot. The editor-in-chief stood at the door and looked at him with a gloomy expression.

"Is it so difficult for you to stay?"

"I've already paid the rent..." Wei Ning said with some confidence, he divided the sauce into three portions, put one portion back in the refrigerator, packed the two portions separately, took one portion for himself, and planned to take the rest with him. For the second child, after finishing his work, he looked at the editor-in-chief and smiled: "Distance creates beauty, don't worry about it, I will be loyal to you!"

"Whatever you want." The editor-in-chief looked at Wei Ning, turned around and went to the bathroom, and threw a pack of bottles and cans into his arms when he came out: "When the time comes, you'll be too tired to cry with me."

Wei Ning was stunned, and found that there were various bruise ointments and sunscreen in his arms. He suddenly had a bad feeling, and heard the editor-in-chief say: "Your probationary period has passed, it's time to exercise."

Editor-in-Chief, are you sure this is not a public revenge?

Facts have proved that the editor-in-chief did not bully him, and the days after becoming a regular can only be described in two words, that is, running around.During the internship, Wei Ning was an assistant, and he just ran errands behind Daji’s ass, but when he became a regular, he really became an OEM reporter. He took the report by himself and ran around in order to catch clues. Within a week, Wei Ning's skin with a pretty face was turned into an Afghan oil prince. When he rolled up his sleeves, he could clearly see the watershed between milk and coffee. The most painful thing was that after a day of running around, Wei Ning had to ride a bicycle for more than an hour to go home. , It's almost a triathlon.

And the most fucking frustrating thing is that every time the daily selection questions end, all the news that is distributed to him is the kind of news that is remote, and he can't finish it if he doesn't run away to death... Isn't the editor-in-chief really targeting him? ?Damn Sippy!

Before being "launched", Wei Ning went to the bathroom to solve his personal problems. Just as he took out the bird, the editor-in-chief followed him, glanced at him, and began to unbuckle his belt.

"..." Wei Ning suddenly felt uncomfortable...

The editor-in-chief took a look at him, and said expressionlessly, "You look too indulgent."

Wei Ning coughed, staring at his toes in embarrassment.He also knows that his face has been gray recently, and he has serious dark circles under his eyes. To say that he is overindulging in sex is simply a kidney deficiency appearance, right?Editor-in-chief, is it really okay for you to run on your boyfriend so implicitly!

Accompanied by the sound of drizzling water, Wei Ning was jolted, when he heard a sneer from the editor-in-chief, and was about to prick his hair, when his ear suddenly felt hot, and the editor-in-chief's lips touched: "Incessant dripping is a sign of kidney deficiency, You should take it easy when you run the news, and pay attention to your body."

"Editor-in-chief!" Wei Ning zipped up angrily, and saw the editor-in-chief turn around and wave his hand, and left first.

He's so irritating, isn't he!

Rushing out with resentment towards the editor-in-chief, turning his anger into strength, when he came back exhausted, Wei Ning didn't even have the energy to argue with the editor-in-chief. I have to go home by bicycle later, and my whole body is going to be bad.

A cup of coffee was suddenly put down on the table, Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw the editor-in-chief standing beside him with folded arms, Wei Ning sat up hastily, looked around, unexpectedly the office was empty and the lights were half turned off.

"I fell asleep?" Wei Ning was a little dizzy, took the coffee, and glanced at the editor-in-chief: "Didn't you poison it?"

The editor-in-chief laughed: "Do you think I'm messing with you recently?"

Wei Ning took a sip of coffee, lowered his head, and muttered, "I'm not so narrow-minded..."

The editor-in-chief rubbed Wei Ning's head in this posture: "Go out to eat or go to my house?"

"Wait... did I promise you to eat?" Wei Ning widened his eyes.

The editor-in-chief didn't seem to be worried about being rejected, he just waited with a calm expression, gently stroking Wei Ning's head with his fingers, and heard Wei Ning hum: "Your treat!"

The finger slid from the top of the head to the back of the neck, the editor-in-chief stroked it lightly, and hummed with a smile.

The editor-in-chief took Wei Ning to a Japanese-style izakaya. The small private rooms and low tables had an atmosphere of sitting down and talking. The fish head hot pot was gurgling and white mist came out. Wei Ning clinked glasses with the editor-in-chief while holding shochu.

"It's been a week since I became a regular, how is it?"

Wei Ning took a hand scroll, although he was full of bitterness, he couldn't say anything to complain in front of the editor-in-chief. He smiled and picked up the smooth things and said that although this kind of behavior of slapping a swollen face to pretend to be fat is very naive, but in lovers It seems that it is a man's inescapable nature to want to save face in front of him.

"Still not planning to move here?"

"My place is very comfortable, and the relationship with the neighbors is very harmonious, very good, really!"

"Oh?" The editor-in-chief raised an eyebrow: "You haven't left work before ten o'clock this week, have you? Are all your neighbors night workers?"

"Er..." Wei Ning choked.

Editor-in-Chief, you will die if you are not so sharp!

"Hey! This egg roll is delicious, editor-in-chief, please try it!" Wei Ning changed the subject, but the editor-in-chief didn't say anything. The two quickly chatted about other things. When the meal was halfway through, the editor-in-chief Wei Ning breathed a sigh of relief when he answered the phone and went out—it wasn't that he didn't want to live with the editor-in-chief, but that he hadn't evolved enough to let the editor-in-chief see all of himself, and still have the confidence not to be rejected .

Wei Ning took out his mobile phone, and didn't know who to send the text message for a long time. Ever since he knew that the editor-in-chief was Zong Er, he didn't even have a place to vent on the Internet. It's really sad...

Boring to click on the 6 buttons, the chat in the group is in full swing.

The egg yolk pie is really yellow: I want a divorce!

Fresh Meat Bun: →_→ Chi Mu Da Da, quickly claim your little shou, he's lonely again!

Crab meat bun: what is of? office?

Focusing on reminders for 30 years: [digging nose] efow1er chrysanthemum...

The egg yolk pie is really yellow: that bastard is cheating!

Fresh Meat Bun: →_→Xiao Shou, are you sure it’s not a bug in the Sogou input method?Coming out and cheating?

Crab meat bun: To be honest, I believe it is Xiaoshou's prenatal anxiety or the arrival of menopause more than the late derailment!

Egg yolk pie is really yellow: ╭(╯^╰)╮If you don’t believe it, forget it, I’m going to divorce this bastard anyway!This person said he would not live with me after he died, because he wanted to have space to follow other people's rhythms!

Focus on reminders for 30 years: ==

Crab meat bun: ==

Fresh Meat Bun: #收起什么办你，一个小受打打打打板派#

The egg yolk pie is really yellow: Those of you who have never lived together will not understand the bondage that cohabitation places on a man!

Crabmeat Bao: To be honest, although I haven't seen Chi Mu's real self, but just listening to his voice, he is definitely a girl killer type!If you don't take a good look at it, something may happen, Xiaoshou!

Fresh Meat Bun: Got it, I'll go to Chimu Weibo to help you find a cohabitation... Really, you can solve this kind of thing with your body, okay?

At this time, the sliding door rang, and the group was discussing whether the chances of cheating on couples who do not live together would be high. Wei Ning swallowed the sushi and looked at the editor-in-chief intently. Although this person is 30 years old, his charisma is still at max , Even if you forget to shave, the blue marks on your chin are still sexy, Wei Ning pouted, and began to think about which one would cause a higher breakup rate: being dumped or being cheated on by the editor-in-chief.

"Wei Ning, do you think I'm a calcium tablet? Are you so interested?" The editor-in-chief raised his eyebrows.

"Cough cough cough..." Wei Ning was choked by this ridicule, his face flushed, and he was about to explain when the phone rang suddenly. He frowned, but decided to answer the phone first: "Hello?"

After answering, Wei Ning's expression immediately turned serious. He hung up the phone and stood up suddenly: "There is a news clue. A restaurant on Santiaoshi Street caught fire, and the kitchen was full of liquefied petroleum gas!"