Xueba, wake up

"Let's take a rest early in the morning." He Zhonghe sat up sleepily, he was still numb after tossing and tossing for half a night last night, but Yansheng went to his small gym early in the morning to push the abdominal muscles very disciplinedly.

"Breakfast is covered in a frying pan." Yan Sheng pushed, but he was still able to talk to him, "Don't add water and add some oil to heat up, then turn over and fry for a while..."

"Understood!" He Zhonghe walked into the kitchen, pushing his abdominal muscles like this and talking without breathing is really awesome.

During the meal, Yan Sheng took this season's planning proposal to see, the new batch of children who arrived in the company last month were not good enough, he had to work with the deputy director himself.

The studio has not been idle recently, and the scale has grown larger and larger in the past two years. Da Lu has recently helped prepare for the start of a spin-off brand of the Bird Ah Po studio.

He Zhonghe went to the bedroom to change clothes and didn't come out for a long time.

Yansheng put down the tablet and looked into the bedroom.

After a while, He Zhonghe came out with his tie drooping around his neck, winking at Yansheng.

Yan Sheng walked over to tie his tie slowly, and then pulled the tie lightly.

A nice kiss on a Friday morning.

"Teacher He is so handsome." Yan Sheng looked at him, and kissed him on the tip of the nose again.

"Just wear a suit in public class." He Zhonghe moved his wrists, knowing that he looked attractive in this way, and leaned on Yansheng's chest.

Yansheng has insisted on ironing for the past two years, and his figure is very good.

It was a very long kiss, because it almost went off fire, and the two of them were in a hurry on their way to work.

"Don't be nervous." Yan Sheng held the steering wheel, "Say it after get off work."

"En." He Zhonghe kissed him, got out of the car and quickly walked into the lobby of Chengzhi Building.It was not easy for Yansheng to pick him up after get off work, but he was willing to come to the school for a walk and pick him up humming a ditty before going home together. Since He Zhonghe taught at S University the year before last, it has been rain or shine.

He's almost thirty, and he's still so sticky every day. Do you think it's annoying?

At night, He Zhonghe was lying on the bed watching a suspense movie, Yansheng turned off the light and lay down next to him.

The two of them can't lie side by side, one on top of the other, and the other on the other.

The films were piled on the pillow and thrown aside.

"I found that the older you are, the more handsome you are." He Zhonghe lay on Yansheng's body and rubbed his face.

"Is it very old?" Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows, clasped his writhing arms and turned over to push him down, lowered his voice and pressed it against his ear, "Huh? Who's old?"

"I'm not old or old, my brother Yansheng will always be eighteen." He Zhonghe turned his head to the side, but at 28 his brother Yansheng didn't seem to intend to let him go, so he blew into his ear.

Lying there immediately melted a little, He Zhonghe was turning his head to kiss him.

When the fire came up, He Zhonghe's breathing was rapid | heaving and falling.

Yan Sheng let go of him and put a little distance away: "Call me."

"Brother Yansheng." He Zhonghe's voice was a little hoarse, but he listened obediently.

Of course Yan Sheng couldn't stand him calling him that in such a tone, and pressed down a little more: "Change it again."

"Husband." The old man said, not shy at all.

He's almost [-], and he still gets bored like this every day, don't you think it's annoying?

Both of them are almost thirty, and in two years they will both be in their early [-]s.

There is only the other person in my eyes, no matter how I look at it, I like it.

Partners, lovers, family members, and sometimes I can't tell how to define it.

It seems that they have become a part of each other, and they have been leaning on each other for ten years, and they have grown deep into the flesh and blood.

And the beginning of it all happened on an early summer afternoon, when the blue-haired boy reluctantly walked behind the taciturn and indifferent one, and glared at him:

"Borrow it."

At that time, the two teenagers did not expect that this borrowing will mean that they will walk together for many years in the future, and the road after that.