On how women's clothing bosses break the male gods

Seeing An Chengfeng nodded slightly, Li Huli breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone of voice was still cautious: "An'an, in fact, what Auntie told you just now is true, after all, the person who will spend the rest of your life with you is not us, but the little girl." He doesn't know himself, so as long as he likes it, his father and I won't stop you."

This really surprised An Chengfeng.

A normal person knows that his son is gay, shouldn't he be furious, then drive his son and his boyfriend out of the house, and make a bold statement that he is not allowed to enter the house again?

Why is Jiang Mo's mother so... different?

But this difference should be considered a good thing for him, at least he no longer has to worry about the Jiang family forcing him to break up with Jiang Mo.

Thinking of this, he was slightly relieved in his heart.

"That...An'an..." Li Huli seemed to have something to say, looking very embarrassed, "Can you change your outfit and let auntie see?"

To be honest, although An Chengfeng didn't feel disobedient in the slightest by dressing up as a woman, it was really awkward to see him wearing women's clothes when he didn't know he was a boy. Li Huli is treated as a future mother-in-law.

As soon as this was mentioned, the feeling of embarrassment came again. An Chengfeng glanced sideways at Jiang Mo who was next to him, and the latter also looked at him, his eyes full of apology.

Jiang Mo pulled An Chengfeng up, ignored the crowd and brought him to his room, then found two sets of unopened clothes from the closet, held one for himself, and handed the other to his little attendant. An Chengfeng followed closely behind: "Put it on."

An Chengfeng: "?"

He took the clothes out of the packing bag in doubt, unfolded them, and found that the pure white clothes had the letters "JM" in black uppercase printed on the left side of the heart.

This...why does it look a bit weird...

He moved his eyes to the one in Jiang Mo's hand again, and Jiang Mo had already unfolded his clothes. His one was black, and as expected, the three letters "ACF" in white capitals were printed on the left side of the heart.

close to the heart...

An Chengfeng was still a little sad and bitter about Jiang Mo asking him to wear women's clothing, but when he saw this, his little heart was instantly touched, his eyes felt hot, and it was about to rain again.

He wiped it with the back of his hand, and murmured, "Jiang Mo, do you think I'm old, why do I want to cry whenever something happens to me?"

Sniffing his nose twice, he looked at the clothes in his hand again, a little fondly: "When did you order this? I don't even know..."

Jiang Mo hesitated for a while, then raised his hand to wipe away An Chengfeng's tears, and said softly, "Don't you like music? But I don't know anything about it, so I tried to listen to many songs. Zhang Aiwen once sang a song called "I will find you in my next life."

"??" What does this have to do with clothes?

An Chengfeng opened his still wet eyes with question marks all over his face.

Jiang Mo seemed a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and cleared his throat: "There are a few lyrics in it that I like very much, write your name on the cigarette and inhale it into my lungs, so that you can keep the closest distance to my heart. Don't worry about losing contact with you, we will be together for the rest of our lives..."

"Chengfeng, I don't smoke, but I will also print your name on the place closest to my heart, so that you can keep the closest distance to my heart."

"..." Sure enough, he was getting old, why did he just stop, and wanted to cry again after Jiang Mo said such a few words...

Trying to keep the expression on his face, An Chengfeng pretended to look disgusted, and punched Jiang Mo in the chest: "Then your name is too perfunctory."

"Hmm..." I don't know if it was too hard, Jiang Mo let out a muffled snort.

An Chengfeng looked at his hand suspiciously, it shouldn't be... He didn't use much strength...

"Jiang Mo, is your chest uncomfortable?"

"……No."

Jiang Mo never lied. When he denied it just now, his eyes were evasive, obviously not telling the truth.

An Chengfeng didn't believe in evil, and tentatively poked his chest with the tip of his index finger. Jiang Mo really frowned again, as if he was in a bad mood.

Now he couldn't help it anymore, he was a little anxious, he grabbed the shirt on Jiang Mo's chest and pulled it to the sides, two buttons were stretched out, Jiang Mo's chest was suddenly exposed, even the chest was still a little red and swollen The tattoos were also exposed.

An Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, that tattoo...it was his name, not letters, but the words "An Chengfeng".

Jiang Mo looked at his eyes that were starting to turn red again, and sighed helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You don't need to be so hungry and thirsty."

He tried to cover An Chengfeng's emotions with a joke, and raised his hand to cover the tattoo on his chest, but An Chengfeng didn't let him succeed, and stroked the three words first, his hands were shaking slightly.

So when Jiang Mo said that his name was printed on the place closest to his heart, it wasn't just the clothes, but this?

"Chengfeng, I..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by An Chengfeng's lips that came up suddenly, and Jiang Mo was stunned, and he supported his waist with both hands without thinking, and went deep into the kiss.

Don't look at An Chengfeng's usual carelessness, but when the two of them are together, An Chengfeng almost never takes the initiative, it's all his initiative, which makes him wonder if he is addicted to kissing.

Everything seemed to be in order, and when An Chengfeng regained consciousness a little bit, the two were already lying naked on Jiang Mo's bed, Jiang Mo was on top and he was on the bottom.

This gesture was very ambiguous, and both of them knew what would happen next.

Before that, they had done everything they should and should not have done, but they never crossed the last line of defense.

The right time, place and people, maybe today is a good opportunity.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous, An Chengfeng's heart was pounding, and Jiang Mo, who was propped on top of him, couldn't bear it either.

"Chengfeng, give it to me, okay?"

An Chengfeng was so ashamed and angry that his cheeks flushed.

At this time, I still asked him if he was alright, what kind of heart did Jiang Mo have!

And... besides, do they count as prostitution in the daytime...

What were they doing here in the first place...

An Chengfeng was in a daze, his mind was a mess, and he couldn't remember anything.

Jiang Mo started to kiss his neck, and gradually went down, leaving deep and shallow marks along the way. An Chengfeng bit his finger, shaking like a sieve, trying not to let himself out of shame. The sound, the secretion of saliva flowed out from the corner of the mouth, staining his hands all over.