When the house family was hidden by the golden house

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Yan Fan stayed at home for two days, and insisted on going to work in the company. Now it was the time when there was a mess, he couldn't be absent, so he had to go to Feixing early in the morning with all the pain in his body.

Wei Yubai did not stop him.

After all, not everyone likes to eat and wait to die like him.

Just as the young man was unbuttoning the two pajamas buttons, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and a tall and handsome boy showed half of his body outside the door, staring lewdly at the changer inside.

Yan Fan tensed up all of a sudden, Yubai's hands clenched the suit tightly, grabbing wrinkles from the newly ironed suit.

It was obvious that he was very nervous.

The young man clenched his fists and coughed uncomfortably, and cast his gaze outside the door again, his ears were faintly red.

"What are you doing?" Yan Fan asked him.

Wei Yubai pursed his lips, and walked in disappointed, "Why, can't you just want to see your wife change clothes?"

Yan Fan never expected that this person would be able to say this so confidently!

"Get out, I have to change clothes." Boss Yan blushed, put down his suit, and pushed the man out of the door.

The strength is very light.Pushed twice, no push at all.

Prince Wei's sexy Adam's apple rolled dangerously, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his passion was like fire.

Master Wei pressed Boss Yan on the wardrobe and reached out to undo the third button.

"I said, baby, when are you going to sleep with me?" Wei Yubai blew into his face ambiguously, and asked foolishly.Those sharp eyes with three white eyes were full of luster, showing great desire.

Yan Fan was completely dumbfounded.

"You...you go away...you sent it early in the morning..." What crazy.

It was too late for Yan Fan to finish his speech, and the mad prince pinned him on the closet and bullied him.

Cold white hands pinched his slender waist, rubbing it lustfully.

Thin lips printed thin lips, the air was scorched, and the surroundings were filled with the smell of hormones.

One wants to make progress, and the other wants to refuse and welcome, involuntarily.

"I'm serious, you have brought me home for so long, you don't think about it at all?" Wei Yubai asked, kissing his earlobe lightly.

Yan Fan couldn't say anything, he looked like a victim who was hanging on the altar and was about to be sacrificed. Under this dangerous invasion, there were only two words left in his mind: run.

"I..." Yan Fan turned his face sideways, stretched out his hand to push him, and tried a little, but still didn't push him.

Wei Yubai grabbed Mr. Wei's hand with one hand, stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The latter suddenly trembled, goosebumps all over his body, and his soft black hair curled up suspiciously.

——Well, it seems to be fried.

"Wei Yubai! Don't do..." these boring tricks for me again.

Mr. Yan's duplicity reprimand still failed to come out, and his lips were blocked tightly again.

Between fierce collisions...

——the third button was undone silently.

A white and powdery chest was exposed.The morning sun hits the beautiful collarbone, adding a sense of transparency.

The man was all white.

Too much white.

The crown prince who doesn't go out all year round is also white, not as white as Mr. Yan, not as white as him, and not as beautiful as him.Not as delicious as him.

"I don't have the patience to wait that long, Yan Fan." When the boy raised his head, his usually indifferent eyes were blood red, like a beast that had been dormant for a long time and was finally about to show its fangs.

In the next second, it will rush up and bite off the neck of the prey.

Yan Fan shivered for no reason.

In the next second, the boy who was full of anger early in the morning pressed him on the closet, and followed his smooth jaw all the way down, the hot kiss gradually turned into biting.

Yan Fan wanted to push him away.

In the past, as long as he showed a slight sign of rejection, Wei Yubai would follow his will and let him go.

But not this time.

The boy's hand holding his wrist became tighter and tighter, almost pinching his slender wrist with bruises.

He could only be forced to follow the boy's strength and raise his neck with difficulty, towards the swan with its head raised.

Wei Yubai let go of his hand, and that hand gently kneaded his slender neck.

"It's so beautiful...everywhere is beautiful..." Wei Yubai was intoxicated, and sighed again and again.

Yan Fan didn't choose to push him away, but accepted everything meekly.

Wei Yubai has always known that with Yan Fan, he can make gains without restraint.

This person is always soft-hearted, always gentle as hell, almost conniving in everything about him.

There is no one better than Yan Fan.

When Wei Yubai reluctantly left the bruised and purple neck, his eyes were still red.

He took Yan Fan's hand, went all the way down, and pressed it on the lower abdomen.

Yan Fan's whole body suddenly bounced up like a fish in a frying pan, as if his whole body was about to be exploded by the hot thing.

He withdrew his hand vigorously, put it behind his back, and refused to stretch it out again.

Wei Yubai stretched out his hand, rubbed his fingers lightly on his wrist bone, and said in an unclear way: "It's quite strong."

Yan Fan blushed and said nothing, subconsciously looking away.

He didn't dare to look into Wei Yubai's eyes at all.

"Did you feel it?" Wei Yubai's hoarse and deep voice sounded in Mr. Yan's ear.

They hug.

Their eyes met.

Wei Yubai gently kissed the corner of his eyes, "Honey, please forgive me."

The boy's tone returned to his usual lazy look.

Yan Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The usual dead fat house Wei is harmless.

However, once he felt it, the sense of oppression was extremely strong.It simply cannot be ignored.

This is the aura raised by children who have been in high positions since childhood.

Even though he himself may never have realized it.

"I'll give you another week at most. I don't care, I want to sleep with you." Wei Yubai followed behind Yan Fan who left quickly, shaking his arm coquettishly.

Yan Fan couldn't listen to his nasty words at all, and walked faster and faster, closing the door with a "snap" to isolate people from the outside.

......

Mr. Yan looked in the mirror, raised his chin slightly, red and purple intertwined on his neck, entangled ambiguously.

Located in the trace left by Bai, damn it.

He has to go to work later.

Mr. Yan's fist hardened.

However, it didn't take long for the prince to casually bring a set of clothes, including shoes and socks, and stuff them into Yan Fan's arms.

Yan Fan was stunned for a moment, and saw the boy blushing. The crown prince put his hands in his pockets and touched his nose. He didn't dare to look at him. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Wear this, high collar."

It's so sweet.

Yan Fan glanced at the boy's blue and white contrasting sweater that was exactly the same as his, and couldn't help but smile.

But the clothes and shoes started to get hot again in his arms.

Mr. Yan sighed softly and said, "I have to go to work later."

The implication is that you can't wear such loose clothes in the company.

Mr. Yan only wears casual clothes at home, and he always dresses like a successful person outside.

Pretty successful people.

Wei Yubai didn't care so much, he started to fight if he didn't agree, hugging people's necks, hugging people's waists, refusing to let go.

Yan Fan didn't know what to do, he hesitated for a while and blushed and said, "I'm 32 this year...wearing this...doesn't suit me."

The implication is that you young people wear your young people's clothes by yourself.

Wei Yubai froze for a moment, dragged the man to the mirror, pointed to the beautiful young man in the mirror, and asked, "This is 32? Do you have 22 baby? You are this year! Just wear this, it must look good, whoever says it doesn't look good will be blind .You look good with a sack on your face!"

Yan Fan was amused by him and laughed straight away.

Under the attack of making someone want to cry, Yan Fan reluctantly agreed.

After putting it on, he looked in the mirror and felt uncomfortable all over.

The thought of wearing such a suit later made his scalp tingle with embarrassment, and he even began to think about the scene of his death.

However, this embarrassment disappeared when the boy hugged him and took pictures in front of the mirror.

They wore the same clothes and kissed in the same sunlight.

Then leave a crooked photo taken.

......

President Yan went to work.

Bored, the prince picked up his mobile phone and called Yuan Yueze.

Master Xiao Yuan was eating out with Duan Ziyu at the moment, when the phone rang, Master Yuan frowned impatiently, and just muttered a few words, someone who had no eyesight called at this time, and was about to hang up when he saw The contact on the screen shows: dog mongrel.

Yuan Yueze's face froze, and under Duan Ziyu's mocking eyes, he swallowed, turned his head bravely, reached out and hung up the phone.

Duan Ziyu raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly, and asked, "No answer?"

Yuan Yueze used a tragic expression of seeing death as home, and said righteously: "No answer! No one can disturb my meal with Brother Duan!"

Duan Ziyu smiled, "That's fine."

But if you get beaten up by Master Wei in a while, don't blame your buddy for being unjust.

"What if he is in a hurry?" Duan Ziyu took a chopstick of Yuan Yueze's favorite dish and put it in his bowl.

Yuan Yueze stuttered, "What's the matter with him? It's probably the sister-in-law's business, let him hurry, I don't care."

Master Xiao Yuan spoke very chicly.

It seems that he doesn't care about the consequences of offending the prince.

Wei Yubai over there was stunned for a moment, then stared blankly at the phone. ? ? ?Yuan Yueze dare to hang up his phone?

This grandson is really courageous.

Not tidy up.

Not long after, a second phone rang.

Yuan Yueze gritted his teeth in displeasure.I feel that the ringtone of the mobile phone is comparable to the midnight ringtone.

He seemed to be able to feel Wei Yubai's anger through the phone.

cut.

I won't accept it.

......

Wei Yubai put down the phone with a suspicious expression on his face.

In the end, the prince was defeated.

—You can never wake a man who pretends to be asleep, 1551.

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About four or ten minutes later, the prince got off the expensive Bugatti sports car, wearing a handsome suit and a red and black glove on his hand.

Master Wei walked into the restaurant surrounded by everyone.

Yuan Yueze, who was sitting far away on a tall building and having morning tea with his wife, noticed something was wrong with sharp eyes.

"...That car seems to belong to Wei Yubai's son?" Yuan Yueze poked his head, squinting his eyes to carefully examine the expensive Bugatti.

In the next second, the expensive carved wooden door was kicked. Wei Ye put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly with his height of 185, and looked at Yuan Yueze with contempt.

Yuan Yueze, "..."

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