canine boyfriend

When the man's ears became hot, the young man couldn't help burning impulsively, which made him blush.Early on, I thought that I had listened to too many sweet words, and had experienced both the good and the bad. It turned out that in the face of the straightforward love, I was defeated after a thousand turns, and I couldn't even last a round.

"Don't fool around." He said, in a tone that disliked him for being ignorant, but he didn't let go of his hand, crossed his fingers with the boy, and rubbed the skin between the fingers, it was slippery.

The young man said that he was still taking advantage of his hands, and put the man's hand between his palms, like kneading dough, but sparks were shooting out of his body. "What are you singing, you haven't told me yet, how can an artist hide it from his assistant..."

"Don't say it." The man deliberately moved to the left, afraid that the taxi driver would notice something.It was still dark outside the car, he pressed his hot face against the cold glass, leaned his forehead against it, closed his eyes, and recalled the key points that he emphasized one by one during the rehearsal.

"Let's talk, or I'll trouble you all night." The young man is full of energy. If he wants, he can catch a man and chat all night without getting sleepy, from function to mitosis.

"You make trouble with you, I sleep with mine, I don't care about you." The excitement passed, and the exhaustion gradually increased, filling the man's body. Go up and down and fight with the teenager with your fingers.

You poke me, I poke you, compared to naive.

"If you don't care about me, no one in the world will care about me." The young man hooked the man's right little finger. This is true. If there is no man, he will grow crooked after the age of 8, and run towards the human-faced little beast Run all the way.The man is the thread, when he wants to go crazy, he will suppress it.The disadvantage is that when a man knows himself, he is too young, and he knows everything about big things, and it is difficult to pretend to be aggressive when he grows up.

After all, all the embarrassing things about him are hanging out under the eyes of the man. He has seen himself wearing bear pajamas, and he has also seen himself afraid of the dark.The young man was thinking about how to re-establish his image, when suddenly the tactile sensation in the palm of his hand was not quite right. Just as he was about to touch it carefully again, the man's hand fled away with a whimper, and he did not let it be touched again.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The boy asked bluntly. He felt it out. The end of his right little finger was bent, and there was a joint that was obviously thick and hard.

"It's nothing." The man smiled, "I'm hungry, please treat me to noodles tonight. I want to eat noodles in clear soup. I want thin noodles to warm my stomach. I also want to eat vegetable salad."

The young man looked at him in the dark, without saying a word, he took the man's hand again with a snatching speed to look at it.The man wanted to swipe his hand again, but the boy predicted his prediction. He slapped, followed his speed and grabbed again, and was caught again.

"What's the matter?" The young man caressed his fingertips heartbrokenly. He couldn't bear the man's slightest concealment, and when he sensed something was wrong, he immediately asked, so as not to give him a chance to be wronged.

"It's nothing." The man couldn't pull his hand back, and he resigned helplessly, "I was accidentally crushed by the door once before, and broke my bone."

After the young man heard this, he became very obedient, more obedient than ever before, and the fingers in his hand turned into a novelty plasticine, which made him feel and feel reluctant to let go.But the way he looked at it was straightforward, like a ruthless son of a bitch, and the raised eyebrows clearly showed disbelief.

"Be more careful in the future." But he didn't ask again, obviously impatient and insisted on putting on a mature attitude.I can probably guess it, I have already figured it out in my head, the pair of bound hands in the video, the red and swollen fingers, the weak rickety, as if waiting for someone to rescue.

Breathing suddenly became uncomfortable, the young man turned his face to the right, panting heavily as he looked at the street lights that came on from time to time outside, as if he had witnessed someone cut off the wings of a bird, broke the root of the wing, and heard that body click.When there were street lights passing by again, the man smiled indifferently, his hands were still clenched in the boy's palm, and the boy was staring ahead, with sparkling things flickering in his eyes.

Back at the hotel, they ate at a small noodle shop nearby. They ate the thin noodles that the man asked for just now, and the clear soup was like water.The bowl of noodle soup is very big, much bigger than the man's exquisite face. The man is holding the bowl and drinking the soup, his eyes sticking out of the rim of the bowl, he is smiling, and he is listening to the chatter of the high school student opposite. nagging.

"Let's bring the clothes by ourselves. There is a hanging ironing machine over there in the clothing department. I can take them there, or dry clean them in advance." The teenager ticked off in his notebook, a majestic president of the support club who was blocked, and fucked a non-professional manager. The human heart, "Are the pants ready?"

The man sucks the noodles in and chews. "Um."

"I don't have so many shoes. I'll go back tomorrow and bring back your leather shoes. You can choose them yourself." The young man ticked off again, "Are you wearing them at home, or should I take you to buy them tomorrow? Go buy them." Well, I think those entertainers are all dressed in fancy clothes."

"That's fine." The man put down the soup bowl, and he nodded whatever the boy said, "But there's no need to buy it."

"I'll buy it, I've decided." The young man ticked off again, "Where's the jewelry?"

The man looked over blankly, shook his head, and did not forget to stuff a mouthful of salad leaves into his mouth.

"You... Forget it, I'll make my own decision." The young man frowned helplessly, and he had already seen through men. He was born for the stage and the camera. Playing is a role, but leaving that glamorous place is completely a hands-off shopkeeper, and others have to worry about everything.

In the future, he will have to find an agent with an arranged relationship.

"Then I will make all my own decisions about the day after tomorrow, just follow me." The young man then closed his notebook, picked up the noodles next to him and ate it.Sure enough, the man nodded again, stretched his chopsticks towards the shredded pickles, and burped.

I'm so angry, this artist is really hard to lead, the young man is so worried that he seems to see an unsolvable math problem, or the third question with no solution, he is so worried that he just wants to change his pen.As soon as the noodles were stuffed into the second bite, the phone vibrated, and the boy picked it up to check, and it turned out to be a text message from his grandfather.

"Who is it?" The man touched his slightly protruding belly. He was so full that he didn't even bother to move, and he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that the calories he had finally eaten would make him unable to move, and he had to accumulate them to grow some meat .

"That stubborn old man, let me take the little teacher to dinner tomorrow night." The boy didn't want to reply at first, but there were two expectant faces flashing in front of his eyes, so he pretended to be careless and replied "OK."

The next day was Sunday, and the boy woke up before dawn. The man rolled up the quilt and squeezed at the joint between the wall and the bed, sleeping curled up in a ball.He pulled the man over, stuffed it into his arms, and then turned on his phone to read Weibo. He was still on the man's Weibo blacklist.

A blocked president of the support club posted another Weibo.Is the big star coming back today?No.

But soon, the boy turned off his mobile phone, got up to wash up, and was about to buy an early breakfast for his stupid beauty artist, when he accidentally saw the trophy in the suitcase, which was the one he broke when he was ignorant when he was a child.

He picked up the trophy and carefully stroked the crack where it fell. The crack seemed to be an ironic wound.He looked at the sleeping man again, carefully packed the broken part of the trophy, put it in his schoolbag, and left the room with it.

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Wolfdog: Have you been blacklisted by your wife today?No!