Reborn Fat Man Run

The sound is very nice. "

The sound on the TV surrounded his ears, listening to the panting and groaning, Fang Yuan felt ashamed and angrily wanted to kill Fang Yan.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt. After taking the medicine for so long, it should have some effect."

Only then did Fang Yuan know that it was for this reason that the drug was applied.

He didn't know what Fang Yan wanted to do, he just hugged Fang Yuan and watched without any other action.

Fang Yuan could clearly feel something on his leg.

But Fang Yan still just hugged him and watched TV, his arms tightly strangled Fang Yuan's, Fang Yuan frowned in pain.

"I hate you, why don't you die, why don't you kill me?" On the TV, the chubby Fang Yuan glared at Fang Yan with hatred, but there was something else in his expression besides hatred.Fang Yuan couldn't understand.

Fang Yan stared straight at the TV, staring at Fang Yuan who was full of hatred in the TV.

After a while, Fang Yan suddenly asked, "Why don't you hate me?"

Fang Yuan was taken aback, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Why didn't you say that you hate me and want me to die? Although you hate me very much, I never felt that you want me to die." Fang Yan rarely had a smile on his face.

Fang Yuan was silent, thinking that Fang Yan had discovered something.

"Can I think that you like me a little bit?" Fang Yan said cautiously, with anxiety and anticipation that cannot be ignored. Although he was still sullen, it just made people feel that he was very happy and looking forward to it.

Fang Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Fang Yan has done so much, so patiently, so persistently, even to the point of morbidity, all for Fang Yuan.

But the real Fang Yuan died long ago, long ago.

40. Sick? ...

Fang Yuan shook his head and pursed his lips: "I never liked you."

What Fang Yuan said was neither serious nor serious, but Fang Yan's face turned pale in an instant, extremely pale, with a very uncomfortable look.

But soon, Fang Yan laughed again, he gently touched Fang Yuan's face: "I'm sorry, I asked too much."

"Xiaoyuan, I want you." Fang Yan pushed his body closer to Fang Yuan, rubbing the hot spot on Fang Yuan's leg, pushing against Fang Yuan.

When he said this, he felt a little uneasy, as if he could only settle down if he got close to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was hugged stiffly in his arms. In the picture, Fang Yan and Fang Yuan were also at a critical moment. They hugged each other tightly, with desperate expressions on their faces.

Fang Yuan didn't know why even Fang Yan had a look of despair on his face, he had already got Fang Yuan.

"Xiao Yuan, can you please give it to me?" Fang Yan still rubbed against Fang Yuan beside him.

Fang Yuan didn't speak, Fang Yan could only wriggle around impatiently, rubbing Fang Yuan's waist and his ass.

Fang Yuan sat stiffly in his arms, motionless.

Fang Yan sighed, and carried Fang Yuan back to the bedroom. Fang Yuan kept his eyes on the TV in the living room, and the two started a new round of entanglement.

Fang Yuan suddenly covered his mouth and almost spat out.

Put Fang Yuan on the bed, Fang Yan covers it up carefully.

After taking off Fang Yuan's sweater and autumn clothes, he began to grow strawberries on Fang Yuan.

There was a mark on Fang Yuan's arm, and Fang Yan proudly showed it to Fang Yuan: "Look, doesn't it look familiar?"

Fang Yuan glanced at it, not knowing where it looked familiar.

"Didn't you always say that you are prone to allergies? See, is that the case?" Fang Yan said, drawing another red mark on Fang Yuan's arm.

Fang Yuan frowned and looked at the red spot, his face suddenly became ugly.

"That many are?"

"Yeah, so I feel a sense of accomplishment," Fang Yan laughed, sipping a small piece of meat, sipping red spots, and then changing to another place.

Fang Yuan twisted away, was caught by Fang Yan again, and directly stripped off his underwear.

"Don't move, I told you not to go in." Fang Yan wrapped Fang Yuan's hands and feet, and turned him over on the bed.

Putting Fang Yuan's legs together, Fang Yan rubbed them directly, rubbing against the hot place, the strange feeling was shocking.

Fang Yuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to move.Fang Yuan sighed in satisfaction.

The legs were rubbed red, Fang Yan hadn't stopped yet, Fang Yuan lay on the bed, feeling extremely humiliated.

In this way, sooner or later, one day, they will reach the final step.

Not knowing how long it can last, Fang Yuan grabbed the quilt and buried his face in it.

Going on a hunger strike requires a lot of perseverance, because hunger will weaken people's willpower.

Fang Yuan went on a hunger strike.

When he didn't eat breakfast, Fang Yan didn't pay much attention to it, but just comforted him a few words, seeing that Fang Yuan still ignored him as usual, he sighed and went to work.

After all, Fang Yuan didn't have the habit of abusing himself, probably seeing that he couldn't eat, he just left.

But when I went to see it at noon after I was busy for a while, I found that the food left in the morning was still on the table.

Fang Yan frowned and ran back home.

The bowls and chopsticks are clean and there is no residue left.Fang Yan looked at the bowl in doubt, and finally locked the golden retriever into an empty room.

Because all the breakfast was eaten by the golden retriever.

Fang Yuan was quietly nestling on the sofa reading a book, without even looking at him, treating him as a transparent person.

Fang Yan squatted in front of Fang Yuan and raised his head and asked, "Xiao Yuan, why don't you eat?"

Fang Yuan didn't raise his eyelids and didn't speak.

Fang Yan shook his head, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa to cook.The food on the table was all Fang Yuan's favorite food, but the food had been placed for a long time, but Fang Yuan did not see any movement. He was still holding the book, and it took a long time to turn a page.

"Xiao Yuan, it's time to eat." Fang Yan went to take out the book in Fang Yuan's hand, but Fang Yuan held it tightly, lying on the sofa in another position, facing the sofa and continuing to read.

Fang Yan felt that Fang Yuan was a little strange today.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yan asked, "I cook what you like."

Fang Yan persuaded him patiently, but Fang Yuan still ignored him, treating himself as a wooden man.

Fang Yan tried a few words of persuasion, and finally got angry: "Don't make fun of your body, go to eat." Fang Yan pulled the book in Fang Yuan's hand hard and threw it aside.

Fang Yuan ran out of books, so he just lay down on the sofa and fell asleep, covered with a thin coat, curled up into a ball.

Fang Yan was helpless: "Xiao Yuan, what's wrong? Is there something wrong, stomach upset? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Fang Yuan still didn't respond.

After picking up some of the food, put it on a plate and brought it in front of Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan lifted his clothes and sat up, ignoring Fang Yan and ran to the bedroom and closed the door.

He just ate the weight and was determined to go on a hunger strike.

Looking at a table of cold dishes, Fang Yan's mood also completely turned cold.

After thinking for a long time, Fang Yan got up and poured out all the food. If Fang Yuan didn't eat, he would accompany him.

But Fang Yuan didn't know that Fang Yan didn't have lunch.

After sleeping in the house all afternoon, after waking up, Fang Yan was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing the discarded vegetables in the trash can in the kitchen, the golden retriever poked his head around the trash can excitedly, bit out a bone and gnawed on it.

Swallowing, Fang Yuan tortured himself and went back to the room clutching his stomach.

Fang Yan still cooked a large table of good dishes for dinner, this time Fang Yan deliberately pulled Fang Yuan out of the bedroom and pressed him against the dining table so that he could look at the food on the table.

"You haven't eaten all day." Fang Yan's expression was very bad, and he was weak when he spoke.

Fang Yuan gave him a strange look, wanting to ask what's the matter, but still didn't ask.

"You haven't eaten, so you can't eat too much now. I made soup and you can drink some," Fang Yan said, getting up to serve Fang Yuan the soup, but Fang Yuan could clearly see that his hand holding the spoon was shaking.

Putting the soup in front of Fang Yuan, Fang Yan's expression was already very bad.

In the end, Fang Yan put down the bowl directly, and sat at the table covering his stomach, sweating profusely.

Fang Yuan looked at him in surprise.

"Xiaoyuan, I feel a little sick to my stomach. There are medicines in the drawer in the room, can you bring them here for me?" Fang Yan said, his face pale, wondering if it was in pain.

Fang Yuan hesitated and walked into the room.

There were several kinds of medicine in a mess in the drawer, Fang Yuan didn't know which kind Fang Yan wanted to take, so he simply took some of each kind of medicine.

Fang Yan took a plate of medicine and took it, then fell on the sofa, lying on his side, clutching his stomach in extreme pain.

Fang Yuan stood behind him, Fang Yan's current appearance was really fragile, which made him feel distressed.

But Fang Yuan hesitated again.

"Are you okay? Stomach pain?" Fang Yuan asked softly.

Fang Yan gasped sadly, and turned his back to Fang Yuan: "It's okay, I'm used to it, it will be fine later."

Fang Yuan put away the medicine on the table, looked at Fang Yan's back, and wondered if he could escape while Fang Yan was feeling unwell.

After visual inspection, there is a distance from here to the gate, and then out of the yard to the main road.

If you run by your feet alone, you will be caught by Fang Yan within a short distance. There are few people around here, and there are very few taxis. It takes a long time to walk to the bus station.

Fang Yuan felt that without help, it would be difficult to leave here alone.

Besides, there is a golden retriever who is eyeing him.

Although the golden retriever is usually very docile, Fang Yuan saw the bloody look when the golden retriever killed a wild dog. After that, he didn't dare to underestimate the dog.

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan?" Fang Yan shouted.

When Fang Yuan came back to his senses, he saw that Fang Yan had already got up from the sofa, and his expression was still a little grim.

The first thing I did when I got up was to pull Fang Yuan to eat: "Eat, good boy, even if you are angry with me, you can't stop eating. If you are angry, you can get angry at me, but if you don't eat, you are torturing yourself."

As Fang Yan laughed, Fang Yuan saw cold sweat on his forehead all the time, and he didn't know what kind of stomach problem he had, it looked so serious.

After silently drinking two mouthfuls of porridge, Fang Yuan sat with his hands tied, refusing to eat any more.