canine boyfriend

The president didn't let go of his hand, his eyes slid beautifully across the corners of the eyes and eyebrows of the little staff, and there was a teasing joy in his smile. "What does it feel like?"

The clerk swallowed impatiently, his eyes only focused on the president's lips and his delicate fishbone.The fishbone knots are layer upon layer, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, indestructible, and the clerk looked left and right, but luckily my daughter didn't pay attention to this side.

The boss's tongue slipped out of his mouth just now, he was still holding the yogurt in his right hand, and immediately pressed his crotch tightly with his left hand, shaking his head in shame.

"Can't talk anymore?" The president rubbed the inside of his knee against the outside of his knee, and looked at him with the tip of his tongue. He was in a bad mood and wanted to tease the dog man, but for some reason, his heart pounded against his ribs, Drumming, jumping around in it, making him upset, but not too chaotic to really annoy him.

The little clerk was so stiff that he stepped back and hid helplessly. "Boss... don't squeeze me anymore, I'm that one."

"Which one is it?" The president pinched his face and gently pressed his hand on his chest.Knowing that she has made this person fascinated, but wants to listen to him personally.

"That's it... that's it." The clerk wanted to get into the refrigerator to calm down. The boss just made it clear that he had something on his mind and was in a bad mood.But the physical reaction was caught off guard, and his expression couldn't be faked, so he had to lower his head.

There is a person who pays attention to his emotions anytime and anywhere, waits to coax himself, and is fascinated by himself anytime and anywhere.Only at this time did the president realize that he was a little greedy. He actually wanted people to care about him, but this kind of wanting could only be icing on the cake, and it must not be a timely gift that he couldn't grasp.He grasped it, and made sure that this person was willing to give it.

"Want to kiss me?" He asked again.

The clerk still lowered his head, endured it for a while, and nodded unbearably. "Well, I think so, and I'm afraid you were in a bad mood just now."

"I'll give you 5 seconds, and I'll let you kiss when the fishbone is broken." The president touched the center of his lips intentionally or unintentionally, took the yogurt in his hand with one hand, and left his face with the other. Pushing the pocket square on his chest forward, "5..."

"Ah?" The clerk didn't respond.

Biting the tip of his tongue, the president liked to see him blushing and flustered for himself, and said slowly and softly: "4..."

This number fell into the ears of the clerk like thunder, and all the muscles in the whole body instantly charged into the highest emergency state. Even the corners of the mouth were squeezed with strength, and the ears were stretched. He began to remove the tie with concentration. buckle.What kind of fishbone knot, he didn't know how to tie it up. When he was a child, he was most proficient at playing the red scarf.These are all things of the capitalist world, he shouldn't understand, what he thinks is that this thing is flashy, but what he says is that his wife is so beautiful, so beautiful.

But he didn't untie it, it was too difficult, and he couldn't find the trick after trying to untie one layer. In a hurry, he hurriedly held the boss's face and kissed twice first, lest the countdown count down to zero and he would not be able to kiss at all. Just make money, and then continue to straighten your body and fight this fish bone.

"321." The president said quickly, announcing the end of the game's countdown.The body shook violently twice, I didn't expect the dog man to be so doggy and take advantage of him.

"So fast? Give me a few more seconds!" The clerk clutched the tie like a fish's tail, but he missed it.

"Who told you to kiss me?" The president adjusted his well-tailored suit and vest, smoothed his messed up hair, and slipped out of the kitchen like a small employee's arms.

The clerk looked at the pearl-colored back of the boss, and forgot the time for a moment, until the refrigerator beeped the alarm because it was left open for a long time, reminding human beings with resentment that he had been let out of the air-conditioning, and put the clerk Give a scare.He quickly put the refrigerator door back in place, continued to take charge of the spoon in the kitchen, and at the same time put the carved winter melon in the refrigerator, waiting to bring it to his daughter tomorrow.

Dinner is eaten by four people. The daughter sits in the children's chair, shakes her little hand, and wants to eat this and that. Growing up, two people eat a pot of white rice.

When he was almost done eating, he got up again to scoop up the soup for everyone, even scooping up the auntie's bowl. Just as he sat down, his ankle seemed to be touched by something, and it was slippery.

He raised his eyes and glanced at his wife who was drinking soup from a silver spoon.

The president's face remained motionless, his shoulders relaxed, and his ring finger lifted the temple of the gold-rimmed glasses, but there was no reaction at all.

But under the table, he put one foot into the clerk's trouser leg, and slid up and stepped on the dog man's muscular dog leg.The clerk stared at the soup bowl in front of him, and didn't even dare to move. He really didn't dare to move. He only looked at a foot covered by a translucent sock under the table from the corner of his eye, and stepped on the back of his own foot.

"Drink the soup." The CEO drank a spoonful, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.He looked at the blushing face of the dog man, and the smile spread from top to bottom, and radiated from his eyes.

The clerk closed his eyes, silently recited the thought of socialism with Chinese characteristics in the new era several times in his heart, picked up the bowl of soup tremblingly, and drank the bowl dry as if pouring wine.

After the meal, the clerk was full of fishbone and that foot. He helped the nanny clean up the kitchen and accompanied his daughter to read, draw, watch movies, and finally fell asleep. It was already 10:30 in the evening.He took out the project book again, checked it carefully several times, and communicated with the department manager several times before the boss came out of the study rubbing his shoulders.

Also just finished the phone call, no rest at all.

"The child is asleep?" The president was so tired that his eyes lost focus, he had been staring at the computer for too long, and had just received eye drops.He pointed to the door of his daughter's room and asked softly. The door was open, and a little bear night light was on inside.

"Sleeping." The clerk put down the confirmed project book and ran over quickly, "The nanny is asleep too."

"Oh... go to sleep, are you sleepy too?" The president rubbed his soft hair. It's nice to be young. After a busy night, when he ran towards him, the tips of his hair were all vacant, as if he could hear the sound of a flutter. The movement of the ears.The man dominates the outside and the woman dominates the inside. In the future, it would be fine if he dominates the outside and the other dominates the inside.

"I'm not sleepy, I can still give you a massage." The clerk put his hands on the boss's shoulders and began to massage along his straight shoulder line. After rubbing a few times, the boss closed his eyes, "wife , did the person who came today make you unhappy?"

The president thought he was going to say something else, then he leaned back and leaned into his arms. "I'm not happy, why, what are you using to coax me?"

"I..." The clerk thought for a moment, then stretched his face forward, "My ears can move."

The president squinted his eyes and saw the dog man clenched his back teeth, and his ears moved a few times.The movement was not large, but it reminded him of a puppy whose ears just stood up.

"Cut." He laughed out loud, unable to hide his joy for a second, "What is this coaxing, next time you can help me hit him."

"It's not good to fight, and I don't know how to fight." The clerk put his chin into the boss's collarbone, "But if you let me do it, I can fight."

"You don't know how to fight? What do you call your high school tablemate? Do you really think it's military boxing?" The president closed his eyes again, "Don't ask if you shouldn't, it's my family business."

"Oh, then I don't ask." One sentence about my family took away the identity of the clerk, and someone else might feel depressed for a while, but the clerk tilted his head and rubbed the boss's stomach with one hand as if nothing happened. Knead, "One more thing."

"Say." There was warmth in the president's stomach.

"My daughter said that she wants us to send her to the kindergarten together tomorrow. She won't go to bed if she doesn't agree, and she won't remove the stitches." The clerk hugged him tightly from behind. accepted……"

The president suddenly opened his eyes. Damn, the tuba and the trumpet appeared hand in hand, and one more will be enough to make the fun go away. "No, you are so similar to her that the teacher can recognize her, so what is your identity?"

"Can I say that I'm the driver?" The clerk fiddled with the president's tie clip, which was full of jewels and made the man's neck so clean. "I said I helped carry the winter melon."

The author has something to say:

The little doll in front of the CEO: Picky eaters.

The little matryoshka in front of the milk dog: eat everything.

Refrigerator: Please close my door before kissing, thank you humans.