The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

Pearl District

"Watching TV here, don't run around, don't rummage through things."

Xi Huaizhen turned on the TV in the living room, and told the crying Baojing who was sitting on the sofa with red eyes from crying expressionlessly.

After seeing Crying Bag Jing nodding obediently, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and turned it on again, then threw it on the coffee table and walked towards the master bedroom.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he saw Bao Jing crying so heartbroken and out of breath, he brought him back.

Probably because of curiosity, he thought a little self-destructively, after all, it is quite rare for a person who can fly in the sky without using anything.

In the living room, the weeping Bao Jing Fu Xiuzhu watched him enter the bedroom eagerly, then closed the door with a "bang", and flattened his mouth a little bit aggrieved.

He used to share the same room with his master, but now the master shuts him out alone.

After being wronged for a moment, he turned his eyes slightly, and a large poster of a character on the side wall came into view.

It was a very handsome man, he was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, buttoned only to the heart, his wheat-colored firm chest was looming.

Under the orange streetlights, he was sitting astride a black heavy locomotive, with his head tilted towards the wind, with a rebellious expression, sharp eyes, a red rose in his mouth, and a small tear mole on the corner of his right eye. The whole person added a bit of treacherous allure.

The dress is very simple, and the poster design is also very simple, but it gives people a visual impact that is restrained and lustful, which cannot be ignored.

Lord, the master is so beautiful!

Fu Xiuzhu couldn't help swallowing, he had been in the same room with his master for many years, he had seen everything about his master, including taking off his clothes...

He patted his hot cheeks, quickly withdrew his thoughts that were about to run wild, and turned his gaze back to the "TV" that the master said.

In the picture, the wind is beautiful and the sun is shining brightly. A tall, handsome man is walking on the soft sand with long legs, and he grabs another thinner man who is walking forward quickly. , dragged him to the front, then lowered his head and gnawed on him domineeringly.

The latter pretended to struggle a few times at first, but he fell softly into the former's arms after a while.

Has Fu Xiuzhu ever seen such a hot and exciting scene?For a moment, his face was red and his ears were red, his heart was "pounding" wildly, and he was stunned.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.

scare!

Fu Xiuzhu was startled by the sudden ringing and stood up straight away. After seeing what was ringing, he patted his heart in shock.

Waiting for his beating heart to calm down a little, he looked curiously at the phone on the coffee table.

Is this... a magic weapon?

But he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of energy on it.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The phone was still beeping happily.

After thinking about it, Fu Xiuzhu boldly approached, stretched out his slender index finger, and lightly touched the lit screen.

It was such a coincidence that he hit the answer button.

"Hello, Huai Zhen?"

A small voice came from inside.

A little familiar.

It turns out that this thing can transmit sound.

After finding out that there was no danger, Fu Xiuzhu was relieved, but the master said not to rummage things. He had touched the master's magic weapon of sound transmission just now, and now he dared not say a word.

"Huaizhen? Can you hear me? Do you recognize that kid tonight..."

The voice on the phone seemed to be quite accustomed to the silence here, thinking about Daoming's intentions.

"Um...don't..."

At this time, ambiguous ravings that made people blush and heartbeat came from the TV.

Fu Xiuzhu turned his head to look, and the two people in the picture were already inseparable. The tall man's hand reached into the thin man's clothes, and the latter's eyes were blurred and limp under the former's teasing.

The voice on the phone stopped abruptly, and for a moment, "Fuck/trough..."

The call hangs up.

Fu Xiuzhu blinked blankly, a little confused.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came.

Fu Xiuzhu looked up.

I saw Xi Huaizhen wearing a white nightgown, wiping his hair with a towel, walking towards this side.

Perhaps it was because in his own home, his nightgown was only loosely tied, with the placket open to reveal a large, firm, wheat-colored chest.

Because I just took a shower, I still have a little water vapor in my whole body, and at first glance, I feel inexplicably discolored/gassed.

Fu Xiuzhu stared blankly, his cheeks flushed to the base of his neck visibly, he was familiar with it.

He knew how good the master's figure was, but it was the first time he had seen such a half-clothed, invisible and seductive appearance.

Suddenly, a hot stream gushed out of his nostrils.

"Tick...tick..."

Xi Huaizhen paused, then frowned: "You have a nosebleed." His expression was a little disgusted.

As if waking up from a dream, Fu Xiuzhu quickly covered his nose, trying to block this shameful "evidence".

But there is no way, the charming figure of the master not only jumps happily in his mind, but also stands alive in front of him.

Nosebleeds flow more and more.

Xi Huaizhen squinted his eyes, stretched out his long hand, and handed him the tissue paper on the coffee table.

Fu Xiuzhu hastily took one, another, and finally a big handful, then kneaded into a ball and covered his nose in a panic, as if this could cover up his nosebleed from seeing his master's seductive fairy posture fact.

Xi Huaizhen: "..."

He couldn't help but took a step forward.

However, the weeping Baojing, like a startled rabbit, backed away quickly, "Don't come over!"

A question mark slowly appeared on Xi Huaizhen's forehead.

"Well...don't...will be seen..."

At this time, the voice that made people blush and heartbeat sounded again.

Fu Xiuzhu's eyes gradually widened, and he turned around quickly. On the TV screen, two men rolled into a thicket of reeds at some point. The thin man had been stripped to nothing but a pair of white bottoms/pants by the tall man.

The picture was too exciting, the man's heavy breathing echoed in the room.

Fu Xiuzhu: "..."

Xi Huaizhen: "..."

At this moment, he seemed to understand why the other party had a nosebleed. With a sullen face, he calmly took the remote control of the TV and turned it off.

The world is at peace.

"Pound thump ~ thump thump ~"

Fu Xiuzhu could almost hear his heart beating too fast.

How to do how to do?If the master knows that he has such thoughts for him, will he drive him away?You know, the master used to be very tired of those Yingying Yanyan who came together.

Fu Xiuzhu: "Just now..."

Xi Huaizhen: "You..."

The two spoke at the same time.

After a moment of silence, Fu Xiuzhu quickly said: "You speak first." He was so guilty that he even forgot to say the honorifics.

Under such circumstances, Xi Huaizhen, who is as calm as a god of death, inevitably lost his mind a little bit. He didn't notice the strange cry of Bao Jing on the other side. Looking at his little face covered with nosebleeds, he hesitated for a second, and pointed The guest bedroom said, "Go wash it."

The place he lives in is two bedrooms and one living room. The master bedroom has its own bathroom, and the guest bedroom also has it.Although he lived alone all year round, he would not wrong himself, and now this place is his usual den, so whether it is the master bedroom or the guest bedroom, the accessories are complete.