Mr. Jiang's loyal dog

Jiang Zun lowered his head and pursed his lips, and walked in quickly.

"Wait, I'll open the door for you." Tan Xingxing ran over to open the door for him, the door opened, and he stretched out a gentleman's hand, inviting the supreme "Queen" in his heart: "Please!"

"Well! It seems that you come here often." He looked around the living room, and he understood a little bit.

Tan Xingxing said that he did come back to stay for a few days every now and then, and he was looking for a quiet place.

Forget about the dirty and loud stuff in showbiz.

Tan Xingxing asked him to sit first, and he went to the bedroom to tidy up the bedroom for him so that he could rest, but Jiang Zun didn't say anything.

……

A few minutes later, the bored Jiang Zun shifted his gaze to the refrigerator, and opened it to see that there were some preserved eggs, porridge and shredded pork.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge!

Looking at these ingredients, the corners of Jiang Zun's mouth could not help but rise, that guy always had no appetite before.I like the preserved egg and lean pork porridge he made.

It tastes like a giant greedy cat.

Those beautiful memories began to churn in Jiang Zun's mind.

After hesitating for a moment, he simply sorted out the ingredients and took them to the kitchen to prepare a pot of preserved egg porridge for him.

Although it is inconvenient to use one hand, it can still be done.

He went to the kitchen, turned on the light, washed the ingredients, and arranged them in order.

With a "click", the gas stove ignited a light blue flame, and his ascetic face seemed to soften a lot at that moment.

Soon the water in the pot started to boil, and he put the ingredients in one at a time.

Looking at the preserved egg and lean pork porridge that Tan Xingxing likes to eat most, he couldn't help pursing his lips and said with a smile: "It would be great if we could go back to six years ago."

At that time, when he cooks, he washes the dishes, and when he washes the dishes, he cooks.

"Do you want to go back?" Tan Xingxing didn't know when, he walked behind him, wrapped the apron in his hands around his small waist, and tied it on him.He tensed up all over, looking sideways at him, his big hand slid down his arm to the back of his hand: "So virtuous! Cook me food when I'm hurt."

He was too close, lips rubbed against his ears.

Soon Jiang Zun's face became hot, and he quickly turned his face away, his chest heaved uncontrollably.

"What to do?" he murmured.

"What, what?" Jiang Zun felt that his body temperature seemed a little high, and his mouth was dry.

Tan Xingxing forcibly approached him, and put his lips on his cold thin lips, Jiang Zun subconsciously avoided it.

"I want to kiss you." He looked at Jiang Zun with fiery eyes and almost held his breath.

In his hazy vision, he seemed to be aware of his surging desire.

Jiang Zun subconsciously wanted to escape, but Tan Xingxing became ruthless and grabbed him, taking advantage of his height.Forced him hard against the wall, his forehead pressed against his: "Don't you understand? I want to kiss you."

"..." Jiang Zun was ashamed and annoyed.

Before he could speak, Jiang Zun's mouth was pinched by Tan Xingxing, and he said in an emperor-like tone, "Open your mouth, I want to kiss you."

"Tan Xingxing! Uh..." Before he could say anything, he kissed him hard.

He was always hot and crazy.

Compared with Jiang Zun, he couldn't resist his enthusiasm.

babble...

Just as the two were burning, the preserved egg and lean pork porridge in the pot protested.

"Porridge, porridge!" Jiang Zun pushed him, and when the porridge in the pot was about to overflow at the last second, he rushed over and turned off the fire.

"It's all about you, a good pot of porridge was almost wasted." Jiang Zun said with lingering fear, his face was flushed with emotion, and he hadn't retreated yet.

Tan and his party walked up to him, and stroked his cheek with a big hand: "Why don't we just live here like this for the rest of our lives? We don't want to be film kings anymore. We don't want fans anymore. I think we have each other enough. "