Let's practice, instructor!

Wu Zhiyong didn't care about him, the strength in his hand remained the same, like stretching noodles, he pressed the bruise back and forth, and the stretched mouse bared its teeth and sucked in air: "Easy... lighten, ouch, it's killing me!" !"

"Fuck, is this how you treat your savior?"

"Okay, okay, I won't rub it anymore, I'm about to be killed by you, I figured it out, you are not repaying a favor, you are here for revenge, ouch!"

Wu Zhiyong gritted his teeth, and slapped him with a slap: "There's a lot of nonsense, isn't it true that your master is willing to take care of you? Damn it, it's all those grandchildren who forced you into prostitution."

Well, the mouse fell silent, buried his face in the pillow and sighed heavily.

Wu Zhiyong stared at the back of the mouse's head suddenly wilting, and the sullenness in his chest suddenly dissipated.

"Well, thank you for today, if you hadn't been a meat pad, I would have been disfigured." Wu Zhiyong didn't stop, rubbing the bruise vigorously, his mind was full of thrilling images.

At that time, he and the mouse were hanging outside the building and climbing. It may be because the tendons in his legs hadn’t moved because they had been hiding for too long. When he was climbing to the first floor, his calf suddenly twisted, and the piercing pain broke instantly. The balance of his body was lost, the whole person fell, and the mouse next to him was quick to fish out his waist, and the two fell in the air.

With a muffled sound, the two fell onto a pile of bricks, and Wu Zhiyong's face was less than a centimeter away from turning his head upright.

And under him, the mouse suddenly turned pale, and the position of the shoulder was pressed against the brick.

If it was higher, the rat would be over, it would not be a bruise, and the consequences would be disastrous!

Wu Zhiyong couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and they were stuck in his chest like a pot of paste.

Isn't he moved?of course not!

However, compared to these, he also cares more about, for example, the military uniform on his body!

It's impossible for the mouse to know that Wu Zhiyong's heart is tied up. He just feels that he is so fucking useless. After finally falling in love with someone, he only dares to be ambiguous and dare not mess around, for fear that everything will be over.

"Don't thank me for anything, I'll make a profit if it's someone else, don't worry about it." It's rare for the mouse not to be cheap and take advantage of it, but it's just that the tone is depressed.

On the contrary, Wu Zhiyong couldn't calm down anymore. When did the mouse speak seriously?This guy's serious talk shows that he doesn't really think that way, and he may feel wronged and sad in his heart.

Of course, he would definitely make a fortune if it were someone else, but is it the same as catching a royal cat?Just like masturbation, can one's own hands be the same as other people's hands?

Wu Zhiyong didn't know what to say, his mouth seemed to be glued 502, and he couldn't open it no matter what, so he could only lower his head and carefully massage the mouse.

The severe pain at the beginning passed, and the mouse's expression was no longer so tragic.Wu Zhiyong's big palm was covered with ointment, and the palm was hot. The temperature broke through the blocked blood vessels, and quickly flowed from the densely packed capillaries to the eight veins of the limbs. .

Humming and humming, the mouse discovered an extremely serious thing. Damn it, a certain place is so fucking spineless, even a fucking massage can stand up, men are indeed animals with no integrity and no lower limit.

Wu Zhiyong still didn't realize it. In order to better serve the savior, he straddled the mouse's waist and sat on the mouse's buttocks, kneading and kneading his hands non-stop, and took the time to ask: "How is your strength now?"

There are ten thousand kangaroos running wildly in the mouse's heart, his fucking heart is about to pop out, fuck me, do you dare to give your little ass a little more power?

The buttocks of the two were separated by two thin layers of fabric, the porcelain's solid sensuality made the mice squirm, and the hand on the back was even more incendiary.It's all right now, the blood on his back has been cleared, but at this moment, the blood in his whole body is rushing straight to a certain place on his lower body, and it quickly coagulates, swells, becomes hard, and hurts on the bed.

The mouse's face turned red, and his mother remembered the good memories of Li Qi and Heifeng who pressed the bed board half a year ago, and he struggled to listen to the corner of the wall. It became more and more scorching.

Fuck it, it's going to kill me!

The mouse twitched uncomfortably, Wu Zhiyong raised his hand and slapped it on the back, it was so fucking crisp: "Whatever you move, be honest!"

"That...it's a slap in the face!"

"... what egg?"

The mouse raised a desire-suppressed face from the pillow, turned his head to look at Wu Zhiyong with his red eyes, and said with a sloppy expression: "Don't press it, or something will happen if you press it again."

Wu Zhiyong was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized that he jumped up from the mouse as if he was getting an electric shock, and finally stomped on the mouse's ass with his foot: "Hooligan, you...I'll fuck your grandma, you This beast!"

"Ouch, my second child!" The mouse bowed and covered his crotch, his voice could not conceal the desire, but he did not forget to be poor: "My grandma has been dead for many years, cat, don't fuck my grandma Come on, let me fuck you!"

"You..." Wu Zhiyong was so courageous that he turned around, looking for something to beat someone, but he couldn't find it after searching around, so he pulled the belt on Wu Zhiyong's pants aside.

The mouse looked at it and was happy: "Oh cat, do you like this one? Come on, pump it hard, ouch..." The mouse clutched his crotch and howled in pain.

Wu Zhiyong was taken aback, and peeked at the big tent that had been set up at the place where the mouse was, and thought to himself, could it be that the kick just now was really too strong?Broken?That place was already fragile, but now it's such a momentum, don't really hurt people.

Wu Zhiyong squeezed the belt and leaned forward: "Hey, are you all right?"

The mouse was still clutching its crotch and howling, Wu Zhiyong felt very depressed, what kind of thing is this, it's really worrying.

"Show me, is it really bad?" The cat threw away the belt, and eagerly went to grab the mouse's hand. Hey, this is destined to be the end of a mouse eating the cat. chain up.

Wu Zhiyong just put his hand on the mouse's wrist, before he had time to react, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, then his waist tightened, and with a bang, he was pressed on the bed by the mouse, cough, that's it.

"Bastard, what are you going to do?" Wu Zhiyong was also very quick-sighted. When the mouse hugged his waist, he grabbed the mouse's neck with both hands. Although he didn't dare to use force, the mouse didn't dare to mess around.

"Mao'er, are you really that cruel? You see, I'm already like this!"

"Fuck, I don't care what you do. Damn, you still have the nerve to say that I'm ruthless. Which grandson fed me a bowl of chili back then, so that I now have stomach pains every now and then?"

The mouse's bluish-red face, which was suffocated by desire, immediately showed distress: "Well, can I say that I am just an accomplice? Damn, this can't be blamed on Heifeng, although he came up with the method, but his training The plan is to target everyone’s weakness. Isn’t your weakness the fear of spicy food? You don’t know that the big guy is miserable. Although he was not injured, he cried when he saw the small glasses being cleaned up by us. The eldest man cried so much Wow, almost packed up and left, just to let us let go of the little glasses, that would be miserable!"

Hold! "No one talked about those days in the devil training camp. Wu Zhiyong didn't expect the big guy to act in that one, but this guy is changing the subject, right?

Wu Zhiyong exerted force with his hands, and his eyes turned into copper bells: "Get out, I don't blame Heifeng, I blame you, it's you who fed me peppers, so I hate you."

"Cough, cat, you can't say that, it's too unfair, cough cough, let go, do you want revenge?"

"I am eliminating harm for the people!"

"Don't get rid of the harm!" The mouse hugged Wu Zhiyong's waist and rubbed hard, and something aggressive and arrogant under him went straight to Wu Zhiyong's legs: "You save me first!"

"Fuck, damn it!" Wu Zhiyong really wanted to strangle this guy to death, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, but he didn't dare to really use his strength, and gritted his teeth angrily: "You fucking let me go, put your disgusting thing Move away!"

"Don't let it go, you started the fire, you have to put it out!"

"Fuck, mouse, are you planning to use force?" Wu Zhiyong's tone was gloomy, and he was really angry.

The mouse grinned happily, but didn't intend to let him go: "Don't dare to use force, we are civilized people, cat, don't you think you've reacted too, let's not hold back, okay?"

"Fuck off your grandma, you fucking rubbed on me like a male dog in heat, didn't I feel something wrong? Get out!"

don't go! "The mouse is addicted to it, how could it be easy to let go after finally hugging it? Even if the neck is cut off, you can't let go: "Don't get lost, cat, let's be good?" "

"Okay grandma!" Wu Zhiyong was about to go crazy, and he couldn't use any strength in his hands. The mouse hugged him like an octopus. He couldn't even move, and was so angry that he wanted to bite: "You go drink first. Let’s talk about it with a bowl of chili water, I’m annoyed when I see you now.”

"Don't bother, don't bother, I'll drink it tomorrow, drink it for sure, okay?"

"Then get up for me now!" The two of them were so close, their breaths intertwined, Wu Zhiyong was forced to sweat, the place where the mouse was next to was steaming, and all the hairs stood on end.

"Hey!" The mouse suddenly sighed sadly: "Cat, you are forcing me to do a trick!"

Wu Zhiyong was taken aback for a moment, his heart was terrified, his intuition was bad: "What trick?"

The mouse smiled sinisterly, and Wu Zhiyong felt his waist loosen suddenly, and then...something half erect in front of him was suddenly grasped.

"Oh, fuck me!" The object was suddenly held by someone, and half of Wu Zhiyong's body went numb, and his hands loosened unknowingly. His face was pressed down so fucking awesomely, and he grabbed Wu Zhiyong's lips domineeringly.

This fucking thing is a bastard thing!