After marrying a vegetative boss

Feng Zhuojun pushed Baiyao onto the bed.

There are cameras all over the house.As soon as Bai Yao raised his eyes, he could see the camera on the table, as if being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

Baiyao pushed Feng Zhuo Jun's shoulder: "Don't be here, okay, there are a lot of cameras."

Feng Zhuojun said softly: "I closed them all."

Bai Yao said: "But I still feel that someone is watching me."

Feng Zhuojun stood up, took his clothes and covered the cameras one by one.

The feeling of being stared at finally disappeared.

In order to reassure Bai Yao, Feng Zhuojun drew up all the curtains again, only a small light was turned on in the room, and the light instantly became dark.

Feng Zhuojun's deep eyes became deeper and deeper against the backdrop of the environment.

Bai Yao hugged the quilt and curled up on the bed, watching Feng Zhuojun fasten the belt around his waist with his fingertips, and then gently undo it.

The bath towel slipped off his chest in an instant, revealing his strong abdominal muscles.

Bai Yao's eyes trembled slightly, this was a show, although this villa was under Feng Zhuo Jun's name, he still lived here when he was in peace.One side is shy, but the other side feels very exciting.

This hidden feeling of taboo stimulated his nerves, he said shyly, but in his heart he clamored to continue, to do it.

I don't know if it's because they haven't been separated for so long, Feng Zhuojun is working harder than usual this time.

Bai Yao closed her eyes, enjoying this feeling.

However, Feng Zhuojun always likes to tease this kind of Baiyao. Holding Baiyao's face in both hands, he said to Baiyao, "Open your eyes and see how sensitive your body is. When I kiss you lightly, it will turn pink." What?" After saying that, he took Bai Yao's hand and put it in his hiding place.

"Touch it yourself, is it wet?"

Bai Yao's ears turned red when he heard Feng Zhuojun's words.

Feng Zhuojun showed a smirk, his wife is so cute, she blushes just by saying a few nasty words.

Not at all like the father of three children, more like an innocent little boy doing this kind of thing for the first time, still so sensitive and shy.

Such Baiyao made Feng Zhuojun even more interested.Can't help but play tricks again.

After some sprinting, he raised Baiyao's waist, looked at Baiyao's irritated blurred eyes, and his uncontrollable hum, and said solemnly, "Honey, change your posture."

Bai Yao looked at him with red face, "Why do you still want to play?"

Feng Zhuojun changed his position and let Bai Yao sit up by himself.

"It's not for fun, it's for giving birth to a younger sister. I heard that this position is easier to give birth to a girl. I will work harder in a while."

The two were facing each other in this posture, Bai Yao covered Feng Zhuojun's mouth: "Don't say any more."

Feng Zhuojun smiled softly: "Listen to you, I will use the following.

There is a room separated from the room, which is Lu Mianchuan's room.

Song Lang was stunned when he heard Lu Mianchuan ask him, are you marrying me? His first reaction was, is Lu Mianchuan joking?

But this thought was only for a moment, because he was thinking immediately, if he married Lu Mianchuan, would his parents agree, and what should he tell the people around him.

It seems that these problems have been solved, and he can immediately take Lu Mianchuan to get the certificate.

Song Lang's hesitation fell into Lu Mianchuan's eyes, and the expectation in his eyes was completely extinguished.

Why he couldn't help but look forward to it again.

Knowing that this person is not worth looking forward to, but always deceiving himself and others again and again, not having a long memory, not knowing how to advance or retreat.

He leaned on Song Lang's chest wearily: "Doctor Song, I'm really tired. If you really want it, I can satisfy you. Anyway, I haven't done it for a long time. It's just to solve their physical needs. But In the future, don't pester me anymore, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Lu Mianchuan put his arms around Song Lang's waist skillfully: "Go to the bathroom, don't let Mang Le see."

Finally seeing Lu Mianchuan softened, Song Lang couldn't tell what it was like.

Does he want Lu Mianchuan?

miss you.

Dream about it.

I don't know how many times the lingering past has turned into a spring dream in the dead of night, always a lonely memory when everything is silent.

But is it really going to be this way?A sense of rejection rose in Song Lang's heart.

It shouldn't be like this, what he wants is to be willing, not to solve someone's needs for someone, but to do what he wants.

He pushed Lu Mianchuan away: "Don't humiliate yourself like this."

Lu Mianchuan tidied up his clothes indifferently, and said lightly, "If you don't do it, get out."

Song Lang grabbed Lu Mianchuan's hand: "Then get out with me. Go outside, let's talk."

Song Lang's arms looked very slender, but you must know that they were a pair of doctors' hands. When picking up the scalpel, they couldn't make any mistakes for several hours.

Song Lang had been to the island before, so he knew everything about the island.

He didn't know where he took a flashlight, and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the path under his feet.

Lu Mianchuan was led by Song Lang and followed behind Song Lang.

The wind at night was wet and cold, and Lu Mianchuan didn't know whether he was stupid or crazy. He didn't sleep well in the big comfortable bed at this time, and even came out with Song Lang, a lunatic, to feed mosquitoes.

Fortunately, not long after walking, a bright light appeared in the distance that could be seen in front of my eyes.

Walked forward for another 5 minutes, and finally came to the light.

This is a small hilltop, with a small flat square on the top of the hill, and a towering old tree in the middle of the square.

I don't know what kind of ancient tree it is, and it blooms in this season, but what is even more incredible is that there is a swing on the branch.

Looking at this scene, Lu Mianchuan felt as if he was in a romantic idol drama.

It was like a dream, the breeze blew by, and some flower petals fell, which happened to land on Lu Mianchuan's shoulder.

Song Lang helped Lu Mianchuan brush off the petals, and asked, "Do you want to make a swing?"

On the one hand, Lu Mianchuan wanted to play against Song Lang, but on the other hand, he really wanted to play on the swing.

He thought to himself, why should Song Lang spoil his interest in swinging, since he wanted to play, he had to play, and he had to follow his own mind.

So he said without hesitation: "Of course I want to play, but is this swing strong? Will it fall me?"

Song Langdao: "This swing was repaired by Feng Zhuojun for Baiyao. When Baiyao was pregnant, he wanted to play on the swing, so Feng Zhuojun hired a special designer to design it. You said it's not strong."

Now that Song Lang said so, Lu Mianchuan no longer hesitated.

Although he didn't trust Song Lang, he had great trust in Feng Zhuojun's attitude towards Baiyao.

Feng Zhuojun gave Baiyao all the best.

So Lu Mianchuan raised the corners of his mouth and sat on it, and suddenly felt that Song Lang was holding the swing from behind, and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing?" Song Lang said: "Push it for you."

But Lu Mianchuan drove him away with disgust: "I don't want you to push. Have you watched too many idol dramas? Can someone else's push be fun? Of course you have to push yourself

Swing. "

After finishing speaking and waiting for Song Lang to walk away, Lu Mianchuan started playing happily.

Song Lang watched in horror.

Lu Mianchuan swung the swing so high that he seemed about to turn over 180 degrees.

As a doctor, Song Lang was about to suffer from an occupational disease, and wanted to tell Lu Mianchuan how dangerous this behavior was, how many ribs would be broken if he fell, and how his skull would be crushed if his head fell to the ground.

Lu Mianchuan played heartily, and only got off the swing when he had had enough.

He yawned lazily: "Say what you want to say, I'm a star now, I have to sleep for a beauty sleep."

Song Lang felt a little nervous for the first time, so he helped the glasses frame.

Then he said: "I want to ask, how much dowry is needed to marry you, when will we meet the parents, what does Lingtang like, and is there any taboo, I will prepare everything in advance."

Lu Mianchuan stared at him with wide eyes: "Song Lang, you are fucking poisonous."

"I'm serious. I've thought about it seriously. I'm willing to marry you."

Lu Mianchuan regained his cold expression, relying on you impatiently: "But I don't want to. It's getting late, go to sleep."

Song Lang didn't expect that Lu Mianchuan would refuse, he thought that when Lu Mianchuan asked him if he could marry him, he wanted to marry him.

He has agreed to marry him now, why did Lu Mianchuan refuse. ,

Song Lang admitted that he was a straight man. He couldn't understand the twists and turns in Lu Mianchuan's stomach, so he asked directly: "Then what exactly do you want?"

Lu Mianchuan met his eyes: "I want everything, but now, I don't want anything about you."

He is not an object, you can throw it away when you don't want it, and you can pick it up at the same place when you regret it.

He will run, escape, and still have lingering fears.

Will be haunted by snakes for ten years and be afraid of well ropes.

Will be brave and brave, but unknowingly exhausted all the courage.

Song Lang's eyes were confused: "Is it true that I can't start again? Give me another chance."

Lu Mianchuan said word by word: "Dr. Song, have you forgotten? I am dirty, you are not my first man, you are not even in the top ten. I don't know how many men I have done with you. I did, this is what you care about the most, can you not mind now?"

Lu Mianchuan knew exactly what Song Lang cared about most.

He found that he had really grown up, and he would no longer be dazzled by the momentary sweetness.

Some barriers have not disappeared, but have been blocked by a more important emotion.

When the wind of time blows away all the difficulties, the sharp thorns that are rooted in the bottom of his heart will still show their original ferocious appearance, piercing his head again.

flow.

Listening to Lu Mianchuan's words, Song Lang seemed to be able to imagine those confusing scenes.

How could he not mind? He minded so badly that he wanted to tear all those men to pieces.

But if he let go like this, he would definitely not be reconciled.

He grabbed Lu Mianchuan's arm and begged, "Give me a little more time, I can do it."

Lu Mianchuan avoided Song Lang: "Then let's talk when you can accept it."

- The night wind blows the flowers all over the ground.

But the flowers in that place will rot deeply in the soil and turn into new nutrients. In the coming year, more and more beautiful flowers will bloom.

Dad is the hero's first recording is completely over.

Baiyao asked Feng Zhuojun how he felt.

Feng Zhuojun replied nonchalantly: "It seems to be longer than before."

Bai Yao reacted a bit, and immediately understood what Feng Zhuojun was talking about, and twisted his waist: "Who asked you how you feel."

After recording the show, Feng Zhuojun devoted himself to his career again.

Baiyao would occasionally deliver meals to Feng Zhuojun, because sometimes Feng Zhuojun would skip lunch when he was busy with work, so he wanted to keep an eye on Feng Zhuojun.

One day, Baiyao was having lunch when Feng Zhuojun suddenly received a call.

"Boss, we didn't hear Miss An."

An Min is the person in charge of an overseas company that Feng Zhuojun wants to cooperate with in a new project. When he returned home today, Feng Zhuojun arranged for someone to pick him up.

"Why didn't you receive it?"

Ms. An said that the boss must pick it up in person.