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bold!Northeast men, it's hard not to love.

"Thank you bro!!"

"Thank you bro!!"

"Thank you bro!!"

"Thank you bro!!"

"Thank you bro!!"

"Thank you Brother Xiaoyu!!"

"Brother, do you eat garlic? Older sister picks up garlic like a thief."

"Oh, interesting," Li Guilan witnessed the whole scene of the scene, and couldn't help but enviously said, "It's still these young people who are energetic, all of them, especially our Yubaozi, who don't show off their mountains and don't show their water , urinating sex."

"No, it's not like us," Fang Shengde sighed, "I'm old."

"No way, grandpa and grandma, they grow stronger and stronger." Ding An put aside his job of beating Fang Zeyu's back as a younger brother, and ran to show courteousness to his grandparents, coaxing the two elders into a haha ​​with a few words.

After seeing off the group of friends and Jia Baoer, Ding An helped Fang Zeyu clean up, then quickly ran to the bathroom to take a shower, and threw himself heavily on the bed.

It turned out that it was so tiring to receive guests. Ding An felt like the master of the house. He entertained the guests with his wife, and after the guests left, they cleaned up the house together, being gentle while cleaning.

He glanced at the little daughter-in-law who was changing clothes next to him, and felt that it was worth the tiredness.

Probably tired and happy.

Fang Zeyu didn't know about his series of psychological activities, but could only feel that Ding An was looking at him with a gratified, satisfied, and approving gaze.

I'm about to see him...

Fang Zeyu suppressed the desire in his heart, took the small box on the table, and handed it to Ding An, "Brother An, help me bring it."

"Okay." Ding An took the bracelet and pulled his hand to help him fasten it. After fastening it, he pinched his arm and admired it back and forth. I have to say that Fang Zeyu's wrist is white and long, with prominent knuckles. The dark green and milky white bracelet is inlaid with gold thread It made his wrist whiter, and the bluish-white jade ring gave him a gentle and elegant temperament.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

"It's so beautiful," Ding An sighed sincerely, "This jade is very suitable for you."

The cool jade was stuck to his wrist, and he was warmed up by the temperature of Fang Zeyu's body after a while. He leaned over and pressed Ding An under him, with his arms propped by his side, and his palms clasped with him.

"I think so too," Fang Zeyu lowered his head and pecked Ding An's lips, "but you are more worthy of me."

Ding An snorted and raised his eyebrows, "Of course, we are a perfect match."

After speaking, he pulled Fang Zeyu's head and kissed it hard.

After the kiss was over, Ding An's face turned red, and his breathing was a little short.

Fang Zeyu rolled onto the bed, lay side by side with him, and chatted casually. Anyway, I don't have to go to school tomorrow, so it doesn't matter how late the chat lasts.

"I suddenly remembered," Ding An turned over and looked at him, "Didn't your father come back?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately regretted it. Isn't this fucking nonsense? Obviously, he didn't come back.

Sure enough, Fang Zeyu looked a little lonely, and his eyelashes drooped, "It was originally agreed that I would come back, but the company has something to do, so I can't come back."

Seeing his disappointed look, Ding An felt very distressed, straightened up and hugged him, and comforted him, "It's okay, uncle can't help it, besides, we still have us to accompany you, don't be sad."

"Yeah!" Fang Zeyu hugged him back in satisfaction, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Brother An is so kind."

"Of course." Ding An let him go and lay back on the bed, groping for his hand with his right hand, "I'm your Brother An."

"However, although my dad didn't come back, he gave me a gift." Fang Zeyu said.

"Really," Ding An became interested, "What kind of gift, please show me."

Fang Zeyu picked up the phone, opened WeChat and handed it to him.

"Damn it!" Ding An sat up suddenly, looked at the bright 9999.99 on the phone and opened his mouth in shock, "Damn your dad sent you six nines!"

"Calm down," Fang Zeyu said, "There is a decimal point."

"Oh," Ding An looked carefully, "Then 1 yuan is not a lot of money!"

"It's not bad," Fang Zeyu thought for a while, "It's not as good as Auntie's Diaoer."

Ding An wanted to vomit blood. Is Fang Zeyu really a poor little girl who is loved by no one?No!He is not!He is an invisible rich man!

He, Ding An, is so fucking pitiful, after all, Ding Jianwei never gave him six nines, and Man Yi never bought him a mink.

"Hey?"

Ding An accidentally slid his finger on the screen, and saw that the last transfer record was also transferred by Fang Zhongqing. When he pulled it down, it turned out to be six nines again.

The date is still today.

"Your dad transferred you twice?" Ding An asked.

"Ah, this..." Fang Zeyu was startled, and silently took back the phone, "Yes."

In fact, one of the six nines was Fang Zhongqing's meeting gift to Ding An, and he just kept it temporarily, but now he dare not Ding An, for fear of scaring his brother An'an.

"I'll go," Ding An couldn't help sighing, "Your father is too good, you can transfer [-] yuan at once."

He thought of Ding Jianwei, who was only good at playing tricks, and couldn't help but sighed again, hey, what is someone else's father, that's it.

Fang Zeyu didn't speak, and the two lay down together again, breathing one after another. After a while, Ding An became dishonest again, put his legs on Fang Zeyu's legs, and stretched his hands into his clothes to rub them back and forth.

"Hiss," Fang Zeyu caught him making trouble on his body, squeezed his hands gently, and said in a low voice, "You want to light a fire, don't you?"

"Hmm," Ding An smiled cunningly, leaning into his ear and gently blowing the wind, "Today is your birthday, are you sure you don't want to do something?"

If not at this time, when will it be!

Fang Zeyu sprang up violently, and a toad lay on Ding An's body, with his hands resting on the sides of his head, breathing with a faint scent of shower gel.

Looking at Ding An's eyes flickering under him, Fang Zeyu slowly moved his head up, held his slightly slender shoulders with one hand, and kissed him deeply and lightly.

Countless fireworks exploded in Ding An's mind. While responding to his kiss, he couldn't help but think, Fang Zeyu's kissing skills are really good...

As soon as this thought came up, he felt a pain in his lips, and he hissed, with a slight smell of blood in his mouth.

Well, this person doesn't need to boast, but as Fang Zeyu kissed more and more intensely, Ding An couldn't think about it anymore, so he could only desperately kiss back.

Fang Zeyu's hand got in from the hem of his clothes, rubbed from his waist to his chest, then to his back, and finally touched his chest lightly.

Ding An couldn't help snorting, and subconsciously twisted his upper body, causing the people on him to look up at him.

Damn, it's so embarrassing, Ding An blushed, his eyes wandered, and he kept shouting in his heart.

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