I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

It was only two o'clock when it ended, and after bidding farewell to the guests, Jiang Hanchen was going to take An Xing to his new home.

When they left, they took a photo with the young lady who recognized them. The young lady seemed happier than them. The long, fluent and non-repetitive congratulatory speech made An Xing suspect that she was memorizing the manuscript.

Qingnan Institute of Design has a long history and stands majestically in the quiet old city.Jiang Hanchen skillfully turned into Qingnan Road, and drove into a villa area along the white wall of the college.

An Xing glanced at the time, it took less than 10 minutes from the school gate to the main gate of the villa.

No way……

An Xing rubbed his eyes resolutely, the stone carving at the main entrance reads "Qingpan Villa" is correct.

An Xing looked around, and asked uncertainly, "Brother, is there... a house here?"

Qingpan Villa is adjacent to Qingnan Institute of Design, and they are about the same age.At the beginning, it was just a few small buildings prepared for the Qingnan professors who returned from overseas. They were repaired and expanded from generation to generation, and the bad things were discarded. Now, together with the Qingnan Design Institute, it is admired by outsiders as the "Shuangqing Museum".

An Xing remembered that Qingnan's principal and many professors lived here.Because too many students wanted to come in and visit, the principal and several professors from the Department of Architecture persuaded all the owners to open Sunday afternoons for the students of the school to come in to visit and sketch.

An Xing was brought here by his friends from the architecture department, so he had some impressions of these red brick and rubble bungalows.It was autumn, and there were creepers and red leaves all over the red walls and arched windows. He sat under a window and fell asleep, a red leaf dangling in his palm. At that moment, he felt that this place was beautiful.

But he didn't expect that one day he would live here.

It's too... so cool!

"It didn't exist at first." Jiang Hanchen shuttled between the bleak sycamore trees on both sides, and the red bricks hidden among the evergreen plants were looming. The Dutch town where I had my honeymoon passed away, and his son returned to China a few years ago to deal with the inheritance, so I asked him to have a talk."

An Xing lowered his eyelashes: "My parents' house must not be willing to sell."

"Yeah." Jiang Hanchen turned a corner, "I didn't expect it to be so smooth."

"How did you convince him?"

"He just asked me why I bought it here. I said, because my wife studies here and I want to make it more convenient for him."

An Xing was puzzled: "Is that so?"

"Yes, that's it." Jiang Hanchen seemed to be in a good mood, and tapped his fingers casually on the steering wheel, "After listening to my answer, he suddenly smiled and told me that when he was a child, he also asked his father why he lived here , so far away from his school. His father held him in his arms and told him that because his lover taught here, he wanted to make it easier for her."

An Xing felt a little hot in his heart. He opened the window a little, and the cool breeze came in, carrying the fragrance of unknown flowers.

"very nice."

Jiang Hanchen nodded: "They have been together for sixty years, love and longing don't need material support."

"He told me," Jiang Hanchen pulled over suddenly, got out of the car and opened the passenger door, the aroma in the air broke in unscrupulously, Jiang Hanchen held An Xing's hand on his lap, "This is a house where love can be seen .”

An Xing dimpled, and held his hand instead: "I'm looking forward to it."

"It welcomes you, baby." With the back of his hand touched by warm lips, An Xing heard Jiang Hanchen's voice floating in the wind, "We're home."

Entering the door is a small courtyard, among the shadows of the trees, you can see a few plum trees and a few red carps, which are quite beautiful in the dry winter, and have been carefully taken care of by the original owner.

The furniture has been replaced with new ones, but there are several old paintings hanging on the corridor.Jiang Hanchen led him upstairs, pointing to the paintings and explaining to him: "These were drawn by the old lady, and her son said they gave it to us as a wedding gift. If you don't like it, I'll find someone to replace it. "

"It's beautiful." An Xing caressed those dark and shallow cloth surfaces, some of the colors faded with the passage of time, but accumulated more intense emotions.

The master bedroom is on the second floor, and An Xing was stunned when he entered the door.

This room is almost exactly the same as my own bedroom.

He turned around: "Brother..."

Jiang Hanchen took advantage of the situation and hugged him: "Uncle said that you haven't been away from home for too long. I was afraid that you wouldn't get used to it, so I asked my uncle for help."

Jiang Hanchen entered the door with his arms around him, and walked to the bed: "You often use the bedding, take a look?"

An Xing suddenly lay down on his back, Jiang Hanchen was caught in the soft bedding without being on his guard.

Jiang Hanchen supported An Xing's ear with one hand, and hooked the tip of his nose with the other: "Baby, do you like this place?"

An Xing raised his chin and kissed the corner of Jiang Hanchen's mouth: "I like it."

Jiang Hanchen slid his fingertips lightly, drawing the line of An Xing's lips: "There are still more than ten days left, whatever you want to change or add is up to you."

Touching gradually turned into grinding, the dense itches on his lips made An Xing subdue, he stretched out a small tip of his bright red tongue, and hooked Goujiang Hanchen's fingertips flatteringly.

The hot and humid touch was fleeting, Jiang Hanchen knew the smell, and rushed in without hesitation.

The soft tongue that provoked the incident frantically avoided, but was roughly pinched, circled, and poked in.

An Xing stared at Jiang Hanchen above without blinking, his dark eyes were cold and indifferent, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly. If he wasn't the person involved, he might think he was studying some difficult project.

After teasing for a while, Jiang Hanchen stopped his movements suddenly, and looked at An Xing silently with downcast eyes.

After An Xing obediently cupped his palms and licked them, Jiang Hanchen clasped the hands by his ears around his neck, rubbed them back and forth along the silver chain of the collar pin, and undid the first button of his shirt.

An Xing shuddered as the cold silver pendant stuck to his skin.

"Concentrate."

Jiang Hanchen undid the second button, lifted the silver chain that was warmed by body temperature, dark waves suddenly surged in his calm eyes.He took off the collar pins on both sides and moved them up to An Xing's neck.

The collar pin has some weight, and it slides down the sides of the neck and onto the sheets.

There was only a silver chain left around An Xing's neck.

Strict confinement.

"Baby," An Xing got a glimpse of Jiang Hanchen's calmness as he wished, "May I make you a collar?"

This is really the most unsolicited "okay" that An Xing has ever heard.

So he curled Jiang Hanchen's fingers and said "yes" vaguely.

"And engrave my brother's name."

Small perversion meets big perversion.The pheromones were right, they really were a match made in heaven.

Jiang Hanchen laughed, laughing until An Xing's legs went limp.Before he lost the ability to control his body, he struggled and knelt down under Jiang Hanchen, his head sunken in the deep blue, and called him softly: "Brother, give it to me."

An Xing was very obedient when he was raped, he would shake his butt lightly when his pants were taken off, he would beg for mercy in a low voice when he was beaten, and he would cry when he was bullied hard.

It made Jiang Hanchen wish he could tear him apart and eat him.

Jiang Hanchen looked at An Xing, who was obediently waiting to be bullied, and sighed. Forget it, he didn't prepare anything.

He bent down to enclose An Xing's earlobe, and hugged his legs.

The room was full of the smell of frozen milk ice cream, An Xing lay on Jiang Hanchen's body, smelling the smell on his shirt.

Jiang Hanchen changed to a new perfume, which An Xing chose for him.The mountain spring, which had just melted ice and snow, was filled with the fragrance of tea, warm and clear, which reconciled Jiang Hanchen's too cold pheromone.

An Xing sniffed for a while, and Jiang Hanchen leaned against the head of the bed and stroked his back: "Baby, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I want ice cream."

"it's too cold."

An Xing knew that Jiang Hanchen basically had no bottom line at this time, so he daringly burrowed into his shirt: "Do you want to eat?"

"...Okay." Jiang Hanchen pulled his head out amusedly and helplessly, "Is it cold in the room?"

"It's not cold."

"Well, then I won't wear it." Jiang Hanchen stood up and hugged An Xingtuo with one hand, "Let's go and eat ice cream."

An Xing, with only one shirt left on his body: "?"

"No, brother," An Xing tremblingly wanted to cover his bare butt, "Why do you want your baby to be seen by others? Do you not love me anymore? Well, can I wear it?" A pair of trousers, I see that in the clips, they are all in places..."

Jiang Hanchen paused, pulled his hair and faced himself: "Where are you going?"

An Xing's scalp hurt a little, and he didn't dare to resist, his eyes were evasive, and his voice became softer and softer under Jiang Hanchen's serious expression: "Ah...I don't want to, I want to go out, um, what... "

Jiang Hanchen was about to laugh out of anger, and let go of his hair: "Baby, it's winter now."

An Xing rubbed his head, and argued unconvinced: "There is heating in the car..."

Jiang Hanchen: "..."

I don't know what's going on with this kid, he said provocative words with an innocent face, and he didn't even know it.

Jiang Hanchen was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. In the end, he could only squeeze his buttocks: "Don't watch any more movies."

An Xing was shivering from being pinched, quite aggrieved, why, only his brother is allowed to fight, and the baby is not allowed to watch movies.

The truth is, An Xing didn't even go out the door, and the kitchen freezer was full of An Xing's favorite food.

A conservative estimate is Ning Antou's bottom line.

An Xing didn't even touch the ground, he finished one in Jiang Hanchen's arms, and wanted to pounce on the next one.

Jiang Hanchen, who was sitting on the sofa, pulled the hem of his shirt back: "No more, one a day, three a week."

"?" People were under the eaves and had to bow their heads. An Xing knelt down on his knees and hugged Jiang Hanchen's calf, "Brother, five."

Jiang Hanchen remained motionless: "Well, two."

"?" An Xing is not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong. He took a step back and said, "Three times a week is so scientific. Brother, you are so amazing. This blanket is quite soft."

Jiang Hanchen raised his eyebrows: "It's specially prepared for you."

An Xing was puzzled: "?"

Jiang Hanchen pinched his chin, forcing him to straighten up, his lips parted slightly, and he breathed out rapidly.

"Did Xiao Pian not tell you what to do in the living room?"

There was obvious teasing in the words, and the last verb was emphasized, An Xing's face exploded with a "boom".

So exciting, so exciting, can you move right in? !

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Q: Is there a baby from private toffee? Is there any episode you want to watch?Recently, Oe and Xiaoye are a little cute again^_-☆