You're a cannon fodder

The end of the year was approaching, and the housing supply was tight. Fang Zexi went to see a few, but there were almost no single-person apartments, and he would not even consider sharing ones.

He suddenly regretted rejecting Xia Yang so simply before.

He wanted to see Xia Yang every day, to eat and chat with him, to sleep with him, to hug him... well, or to be hugged, to warm each other's hands, to feel each other's body temperature.

Not just phone calls, not just network headsets.

If he used the excuse of not being able to rent a house for the time being, would there be a justifiable reason to live in Xia Yang's house and get closer under the guise of a friend?

Fang Zexi sighed softly, when did he become like this to Xia Yang.

He never thought that these pink girl-like emotions would arise in his mind, and sure enough, the symptoms of the early stages of a relationship would not be immune just because they were two big men.

Although he didn't know what Xia Yang was thinking, but compared to pretending to be indifferent to his inconsistencies, Xia Yang seemed to express the emotion of wanting to be together very clearly.

Xia Yang, he has no scruples than himself.

In December, Fang Zexi finally rented a new apartment near the bank. The area was larger than the previous one. The decoration was simple and practical. It also had a kitchen. The community was well greened and there was an elevator. Old-fashioned flats crawling on legs are different.But it may be because the location is in the suburbs, the price is cheaper.

When Fang Zexi went to see the house, he fell in love with it almost immediately, much faster than Xia Yang.

He picked a sunny weekend to move. As soon as Xia Yang heard about it, he immediately drove a pickup truck to help.

When Xia Yang said on the phone that he was coming, Fang Zexi was still laughing non-stop. He really couldn't imagine a tall and handsome man who usually sits in a Bentley and drives a Porsche with a Mercedes Benz parked in the garage to drive a pickup. What it's like to help with the move.

As a result, Fang Zexi stared at the black raptor that glistened under the sunlight, and suddenly gritted his teeth with hatred.

People are more popular than others, even if Gao Shuaifu drives a pickup truck, it is more upscale than his car.

Xia Yang jumped out of the car, his soft hair was blown around by the wind, his leather jacket trimmed his tall figure, his slender legs were wrapped in tight jeans, and he was tucked into black military boots.He took off his huge black sunglasses and waved to Fang Zexi who was wearing a down jacket.

Holding a box of books, Fang Zexi unconsciously licked his slightly chapped lips.

With Xia Yang's appearance, his whole body exudes a deadly allure, which makes Fang Zexi want to wrap him in the dirtiest down jacket in the world, so as not to let outsiders see his handsome appearance.

"How many things are there? Let me help you carry them." Xia Yang took the things from Fang Zexi's hands and put them on the bucket one by one.

Fang Zexi's things are not too many, but they are very heavy. Most of them are books accumulated over the years. Almost every time he moves, he has to take several boxes with him.

"I still have some things upstairs, you can move them with me." Fang Zexi looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Ah good."

Fang Zexi turned and walked towards the stairs. Xia Yang followed behind him, but suddenly he was grabbed by the wrist, pushed into the dark corridor, and kissed fiercely in the corner.

"Xia Yang..." Feeling that his body seemed to have undergone some changes, Fang Zexi finally let go of him, leaning on his shoulder and panting slightly.

Fang Zexi didn't know what was wrong with him at all, he wouldn't have done this kind of outrageous behavior before if he was beaten to death.

Someone would pass by in the corridor at any time, how could he let himself be in such a dangerous situation.

But facing Xia Yang, he just couldn't control it.

Especially this evildoer who wore such flamboyant clothes today asked with a sullen smile, "Is the heating upstairs still on? Why don't you..."

"Moving!" Fang Zexi interrupted immediately, straightened his collar and went upstairs with a restrained face, walked up a flight of stairs, and then turned back, "I'll just go up, you can watch things here."

Xia Yang smiled sullenly and nodded.

After moving the pile of things, both of them were exhausted. They found a small restaurant and ate something for lunch, and then began to clean up.

Fang Zexi turned on the heater, and the room gradually warmed up. Xia Yang took off his coat and sweater, and walked around in his shirt.

"I used to think that a young master like you should be the type who doesn't work hard in his limbs, stretches out his hands to eat, and opens his mouth. The only physical labor is the indoor exercise that he has to do to keep fit. Unexpectedly, you He looks pretty good at his job." Fang Zexi clicked his tongue in admiration, stretched out his hand to touch his face, and continued, "Has the potential of a snail girl."

Xia Yang grabbed his hand with a smile, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said, "It's a pity that I don't know how to cook. How about feeding you in another way?"

Fang Zexi quickly withdrew his hand and shook it hard a few times.

This gesture of kissing the back of his hand made him feel like a sissy, and when the wet tongue inadvertently licked his fingertips, it made him numb all over.

Xia Yang laughed loudly and said, "I'm not a young master."

"Well, you are the second young master."

"..." Xia Yang originally wanted to tell Fang Zexi about his history of suffering from kindergarten to elementary school, but he complained about it like this, and suddenly he didn't know how to continue.

If it goes on, it is estimated that it will be complained to nothing.

Xia Yang silently turned around to install the computer and recording equipment.

His pair of jeans are a bit low-slung, and when he squats down to insert the thread, he will reveal a large part of his waist and back muscles under the clothes, as well as the looming groin.

Fang Ze's heart ached, he tried his best to resist the urge to throw himself down, raised his hand to pinch his itchy throat, and went to the bedroom to make the bed.

When the quilt was being folded, Xia Yang just brought the books over and placed them one by one on the bookshelf that served as a partition between the bedroom and the living room.

The bookshelf is transparent at both ends, Xia Yang stands on one side of the living room, and Fang Zexi stands on the other.

He took a few steps forward and called softly: "Xia Yang."

"Ok?"

Xia Yang raised his head to look at him, only to see him go around the bookshelf, pull himself into the bedroom and fall on the soft bed, holding down condescendingly.

The book fell out of his hand and hit the corner of the cabinet, scattered all over the floor.

The temperature of the entire room seemed to be rising.

"Bamboo... um..." Before Xia Yang could speak, his voice was blocked back in his throat.

The fiery kiss fell, tossed and sucked, from the tip of the tongue to the heart, aroused a strong tremor, flooding like ripples.

Fang Zexi moved his hand down, went around the back and touched his groin along the waistband of his trousers, and said softly, "Little porter, dressed like this to help people move? Is it lonely for too long and no one hurts you? You came here to seduce me on purpose, huh?"

Xia Yang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing suddenly, his body trembling with a hahaha laugh, his trousers stretched together, tightly clamping Fang Zexi's troublesome hand.

Fang Zexi became angry from embarrassment, and growled, "Why are you laughing! Do you understand the fun! Do you understand the cooperation!"

"Yeah, okay, cooperate, cooperate." Xia Yang coughed twice, tried to hold back his laughter, and said, "At this time, I should learn from Xiaoweishou and shout, 'Don't, ah, Mr. Fang, let go' , or pretend to be a monster and say, 'Come on, Mr. Fang, heh, I have liked you for a long time'?"

The voice of Xia Yang's two false words did not change much, but it felt completely in place. The former made people want to be tortured and ravaged, while the latter made people feel bloody.

Fang Zexi's eyes darkened, and a cluster of flames burst out, pressing down on Xia Yang and kissing fiercely.

Xia Yang, however, took advantage of his unpreparedness, turned over and seized the initiative, raised the corner of his mouth with a wicked smile, and said, "Or... I'll pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, how about a good evil attack?"

"Xia Yang..." Fang Zexi's throat tightened and his voice was hoarse.

"Why don't you try the peasant Gong who is so lustful that he pushes you down and eats you? Which one do you like? I can give you both."

"Peasant Gong?" Fang Zexi laughed, hooked his legs and rolled over, and pressed him down again, "A peasant Gong with the same level as you, push me down? It's a good idea."

Xia Yang couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to press the back of his head, let him come closer to him, and then kissed him.

Fang Zexi responded gently, and then bit his earlobe and said softly: "I like evildoers, Xia Yang...let me come today."

Xia Yang froze immediately.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

As a result, he would be very gentle as soon as he finished speaking, and then kissed like a storm, and started to tear Xia Yang's shirt...

Who is the peasant Gong who is so lustful? !

After the passion was over, Fang Zexi hugged Xia Yang contentedly, and kissed him softly on the forehead.

Xia Yang hooked his neck and said, "Bamboo stick, let's buy a house together."

"Huh? Why did you suddenly change from living together to buying a house together?"

"Because my arm hurts."

Fang Zexi was at a loss, the topic was too jumpy, and he didn't have enough brain capacity, so he couldn't change it for a while.Was it because he was too rough and intense and hurt people?This time the chrysanthemum took care of it and the arm broke?

Xia Yang looked at him and continued: "When I look at the books in your cabinet, I always feel that my arm will hurt for several days. The rented house is not my own after all. If you encounter troublesome landlords, they will ask you to move out for no reason. That still has to be moved. Isn’t it tiring to carry so many books every time?”

"..." Fang Zexi was speechless for a long time, and finally popped out two words, "weak."

Xia Yang felt that his dignity as a king had been challenged, so he immediately stood up and pushed Fang Zexi under him, reached out his hand to his buttocks, and said with a low smile: "Let you see, am I weak? .”

"Hey, isn't your arm hurting? Wait a minute! Can you stop being so energetic...ah...ha...let go...uh...Xia Yang..."

"Buy a house."

"Property...property rights cannot be shared."

"Write your name, I'll pay the down payment, and then sign a 20-year lease agreement with me. No, 20 years is not enough, 50 years."

"You... hey... don't do this kind of thing... ah... discuss this kind of issue at the same time..."

"I want to live with you."

"Then we have to move... once again..."

"At worst, the arm will hurt for a few more days. Otherwise, just buy this house."

"Well...then I am the owner...to...have the initiative..."

"Okay, you take the initiative, I will counterattack passively."

"Hey...Xia Yang...don't, don't keep...over there...ahah..."

"Fang Zexi, let's live together."

"No... you... don't stop!"

"Let's live together."

"..." Fang Zexi became angry, turned over and pushed Xia Yang down, "Cohabitation is cohabitation, why do you stop?! Can't I move by myself?"

Xia Yang laughed out loud, his abdominal muscles began to tremble.

Fang Zexi reached out and patted his face, narrowed his eyes and said, "Take it easy, if you dare to smile softly, you won't be able to get hard again in the future."

"Heh," Xia Yang raised Fang Zexi's buttocks, and pushed upwards fiercely, "Do you think it's possible?"

"Xia Yang..."

"Cohabitation."

"Okay, okay... ah... cohabitation... just cohabitation..."

However, his voice was slightly changed under the influence of a certain movement, the pronunciation of the first cohabitation, no matter how it sounds a bit like... poking an ass?

Xia Yang got a satisfactory answer, and pulled him down to lie on his chest, speeding up.

The sun is shining again outside.

The author has something to say: I feel like I've broken my writing ("▔□▔)/Hold my head!

It’s so sweet that I’m so tired of it myself, Nima, is this still strong? QAQ This is the pink girl x the pink young master, right? "Huh?"

Do you want to skip the sweet part and go straight to abuse?Seriously think about it.

By the way, I just wrote a chapter of meat ("▔□▔) with dialogues like this ("▔□▔) / Please make up your own brain for the specific plot "Hey!"

As soon as I get to the realistic part, I don’t know what to do. This paragraph has just been scumbag since last night, and I immediately posted a QAQ

Remembering that someone said that they wanted to see them confront each other at work, they ran away in an instant...

I will write the network distribution part tomorrow, QAQ, and adjust it.Then I found out that I wrote too much yesterday. QAQ actually has a paragraph that can be adjusted and used in today’s paragraph! "Hello!"

Here’s a stalk that I can’t write because of my limited skills. Ice cubes are too difficult!The content is provided by "Bamboo Stick"_(:з"∠)_I only used his buttocks←_←Actually, I didn’t intend to write this chapter as a vegetarian, but... I was brainwashed last night !

"When moving. If it's between two people, it's okay to expose the buttocks when moving things. If the bamboo stick is exposed, whoever has a sexual desire. If the chicken is exposed, the bamboo stick happens to have ice cubes in the refrigerator at hand. Take it A handful of trousers were opened and put away. If there is resistance from the outside world, the foreign porter will be attracted to the figure of the bamboo stick. In short, I want to rub it when I have the opportunity."

He must have positioned himself as shou (lll￢ω￢) because he has only read chapter 40, and he will definitely refuse the dubbing when he sees the bamboo sticks falling rapidly from the gentle heights in the future... looking at the sky