Yuzhou colleagues: towards reality

When Huang Jingyu woke up, he was the only one in the room, and the bed was cold.

He heard movement outside, so he strolled to the kitchen.

I saw Zhouzhou wearing a white cotton T-shirt and black sports shorts.

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at his pants.

What's even more funny is that Zhouzhou is still wearing a green Superman apron.

"You're so virtuous early in the morning!" Habitually checking the temperature on his forehead, well, it didn't burn at all.

"Are you waking up? Get out of the way, I'll cook breakfast for you today." Zhou Zhou pushed him away with one hand and fried an egg with the other.

Huang Jingyu didn't refuse either, he lifted the other lid on the boiler, and a smell of wine rushed up.

"What is this?" Wei Xiang.

Zhou Zhou glanced at it and said triumphantly, "Oh, that's a tonic made for you, Shi Quan Da Tonic Soup."

"Why are they all eggs?" I picked them up with a spoon, five or six eggs, plus a bunch of shredded ginger.

"Tonic soup! This is really super delicious, my mother taught me."

When Huang Jingyu heard this, he lost his temper completely. He patted Zhou Zhou's shoulder dumbfounded. "Baby! Do you know that this pot of soup is specially for pregnant women?"

"Ah? No way? I drank a lot just now." Zhou Zhou froze for a moment, "Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

"My silly daughter-in-law! Why are you so funny!" She rubbed his face with a smile.

"If you don't drink it, I won't give you a drop." Zhouzhou pushed him away with his elbow, took a large bowl and poured all the remaining egg soup into it.

Huang Jingyu snatched the big bowl full of soup and drank it up, not even egg whites left.

"Don't drink it!"

"If I don't drink, your mouth can hang two catties of meat." He pushed him aside as he spoke.

"Stand aside, I have to do the kitchen." He started to work in a hurry.

"Why, think my cooking is not delicious?" Zhou Zhou thoughtfully put on a blue Superman apron for him.

"No, I'm worried that you burned the kitchen down."

"Hold the grass, your uncle! Is my cooking so bad?"

"It's not a question of whether it's bad or not. Your hands are not suitable for housework."

Zhou Zhou was moved by what he said.

"Your hands are suitable for pain. They are so comfortable to touch."

The answer was someone kicked hard.

As a result, Huang Jingyu was still limping when serving the dishes.

what is this?

Fried eggs?Steamed eggs?Boiled eggs?porridge?

Except for the white porridge, which was cooked by Huang Jingyu later, the rest are Zhou Zhou's masterpieces.

Co-author Today is the whole egg feast.

Huang Jingyu gave him an ambiguous look.

"This... is three eggs, so you can make do with it. When I figure out other dishes, I will give you a different taste."

"I didn't expect Zhou Zhou to be so caring. You must have read a lot of recipes, right?" Huang Jingyu asked deliberately while biting a boiled egg.

"Ah... I was born with a skill, a born cook, do you understand, why don't you need to read the recipe!" Besides, who boils eggs and reads the recipe?Zhou Zhou said proudly.

"Oh! Not bad, you actually know how to complement the shape with the shape. I applaud you." Huang Jingyu clapped his little hands happily.

Complement form with form?

Zhouzhou stayed for a second and finally realized the meaning of that sentence.

...... #￥%

He was so angry that he swears repeatedly, and he beat Huang Jingyu hard.

After the egg feast breakfast, Zhou Zhou started writing songs again with his guitar in his arms.

Huang Jingyu walked out of the living room after washing the dishes, and saw that focused back.

After staring blankly for 2 seconds, Zhouzhou was hugged by a bear the next moment.

"Don't make trouble, I'm writing a song." After playing a few notes, I was about to write it down.

"It's too nutritious." Huang Jingyu said roguely, his hands got under the clothes unceremoniously, and his hands felt slippery.

"You're playing hooligans in broad daylight." Zhouzhou snapped a few times, but there was no way to break off the claws.

"A husband who doesn't want to fuck his wife is not a good husband!" "That's what I wanted to do when I saw you doing Latin dancing."

"Your uncle's,,," all the struggles were sealed in the forced kiss.

His kiss seemed to have a strange magic power, which could make Zhou Zhou fascinated and intoxicated, as if he was addicted.

Warm hands carried him to the table.

Zhou Zhou put his hands into his thick hair unconsciously, and his thoughts drifted indiscriminately, bringing him back to the madness of that night.

From the day he fell in love with Huang Jingyu, Zhou Zhou knew that he could not dominate this love, especially the competition on the bed.

Counterattack is just shouting slogans. Jing Yu has seen through him for a long time. In bed, he is the one who enjoys it. He likes to see the other party go crazy and trembling for him. Although he refuses to admit it, he agrees with it from the bottom of his heart.

But have you ever counterattacked once?

I have to say, there really are.

They drank a lot that night.

The two caught fire.

Zhouzhou pestered him to be on top.

Huang Jingyu agreed and helped him find the most comfortable position.

For the first time, Zhou Zhou sat on his stomach and tried to find the angle many times, but he couldn't get in.

Huang Jingyu was upset, turned over and sat on Zhouzhou, and cursed: "Will it happen?"

"I can't get in..." Zhou Zhou cried and wrinkled his face.

"What are you crying for? Let's see how I operate." At this moment, Huang Jingyu didn't look like he was drunk at all, he really helped him fix the condom like a big brother, supported the hot root, aligned it, and sat down.

Hold the grass!

Depend on!

The two roared at the same time.

Zhouzhou was more like a little live donkey that had just been wound up, howling excitedly, and kept chanting: Holding the grass will not kill you!

Huang Jingyu was awake for a second, but he didn't have a chance to stop.

After that crazy night, Huang Jingyu lay in bed for three days.

Koko!

Recalling this, I was interrupted by Zhouzhou's unique laughter.

"What are you thinking? So inattentive?" He bit his shoulder punitively.

"I was thinking, the time you were fucked by me, why don't we do it again? Ah..." As soon as he finished speaking, he was severely punished and almost fainted.

"The sun is hanging outside, are you still dreaming?" Huang Jingyu had no memory of that night's confusion. If he hadn't woken up and lay in bed for 3 days, he really didn't know what good things the bastard did.

"That time I was not good at technology, I promise, it won't happen this time."

"You have no chance." Zhouzhou began to expand while speaking, Zhouzhou trembled, counterattack?He thought, there is not much possibility in this life.

Thinking so, Zhou Zhou still bit his shoulder hard, leaving a row of red tooth marks.

Knowing that he gave up struggling, Huang Jingyu was very excited to start working.

He had to take good care of this little ancestor, and it was best to make him so comfortable that he forgot about counterattacking.

People, sometimes you really can't be too sad, otherwise it's easy to be extremely happy and sad.

The two got stuck together for a day, and the next day Huang Jingyu was honorably injured: she had a fever.

Must have been so crazy playing in the bathroom, sleeping with my hair undried.

Looking at the thermometer showing 38, Zhouzhou sat on the edge of the bed and bent over laughing.

The patient on the bed looked at him sadly: This time, I really overdid it.