After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Dong Chuanlin could hold back the desire to rush forward but couldn't hold back Chenghua's grinning mouth. He entered the room cheerfully and greeted Aunt Han beamingly, with joy that couldn't be hidden between his brows and eyes.

It's been a long time since we haven't seen each other for more than ten days.

Dong Chuanlin was worried about Aunt Han's health, and also curious about the experience of the mother and son during this period.Once the chatterbox is opened, you can't stop talking, making people careless about other things.

Putting the wooden basin back into the stove, Han Song walked to Dong Chuanlin's side and listened quietly to the two talking, but his eyes always fell on his side.

Han Song helped smooth his long hair blown by the wind.

He grinned at Han Song.

Han Song helped smooth his pleated sleeves, and from time to time gently patted the invisible dust.

He turned his head and glared at Han Song.

After receiving the warning from his eyes, Han Song remained silent, standing by his side in an orderly manner.After listening for a while, the fingers began to be unable to hide, and moved the other party's fingers once and for all.

Dong Chuanlin couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head to stare at him again, his eyes were full of shyness and annoyance, without any deterrent power.

He licked his lips and suggested: "Auntie, you are probably tired from driving, why don't you go back to the house and have a rest? We will call you when we have dinner."

"Look at my sharp eyesight, it's really—" Aunt Han glanced at her son standing aside as a statue, and suddenly realized, "I'm tired and tired, I need to take a good rest, don't worry about cooking, take your time— —”

After finishing speaking, Aunt Han hurriedly walked to the room, her steps were so brisk that no fatigue could be seen.

Dong Chuanlin blushed in embarrassment and looked down at his toes.

This man is so scheming, he thinks about it but doesn't say it, he has to tease his heart to force himself to speak.

He raised his hand to cover his face, the most terrible thing was that he was still so unsteady, he surrendered after touching his fingers a few times, it was embarrassing.

Han Song, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, looked as usual, with only a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.He couldn't bear to see Dong Chuanlin's shy appearance now, so he took his hand covering his face and walked straight to the room with no resistance.

Of course, Dong Chuanlin never thought of resisting.

He is as soft as cotton, allowing the other party to knead and wreak havoc, enjoying it like a sugarcane.

As soon as Dong Chuanlin entered the door, he let go of the hand on his wrist.He looked up in puzzlement, the door was closed instantly, and before he came back to his senses, his back was already tightly pressed against the door, leaving no gap.

Han Song was already half a head taller than him, and his body was much bigger. Now that he was pinned against the door by Han Song and couldn't move, he looked even more fragile.

This posture made Dong Chuanlin feel like a morning glory that could not stand the wind and rain.He can't stand alone, he needs climbing, he needs support, he wants to cling.

Han Song's breathing became heavier and sprayed on the neck and ears, making people feel itchy and wanting to scratch uncontrollably.

He didn't speak or move, with his arms resting on the sides of his head, and his eyes staring straight in, as if hiding all his words and thoughts in his eyes.

Dong Chuanlin looked at the red corners of his eyes, and his heart itched even more.

Wait for your shame, the person standing in front of you is my partner, I can do whatever I want, hypocritical ass.

The arms hanging around his waist were raised, like climbing vines entangled the big tree bit by bit, the vines were ready, and the blooming flowers were not to be outdone, he poked his head out and approached quietly, just about to kiss Fangze——

Unexpectedly, the dumb tree spoke.

"Miss me?"

Dong Chuanlin confirmed that he did not smoke, the two of them were only a finger away and there was no place to hide the smell, but he could actually hear the smoke, which was so hoarse that people wanted to moisten their throats.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"think."

The big tree's madness was more ferocious than the storm, Dong Chuanlin, the delicate morning glory, was not prepared to be shocked at all.He subconsciously let go and stepped back, but there was a hard door behind him, and he had nowhere to go.

Hua'er was ready to be attacked by ferocity, but unexpectedly, Dashu's ferocity was an act, and what really fell into his arms was gentle licking.

Dashu was afraid of frightening the flower, so he took every mouthful carefully, sucking and licking it, as if coaxing a child, exhausting his tenderness.

The teeth are in front of the lips, it wants to be crazy and sadistic, but it can only wait.

soon.

Morning Glory has adapted to the environment and learned to interact, with her arms tightly wrapped around her head and the tip of her tongue sticking out her head gently.

Dashu seized the opportunity, and seized it with the tip of his tongue.He held the cow's waist which was slowly slumping, and rubbed the soft flesh with his big palms. His mouth and tongue went out together, seemingly endless begging, and seemingly endless dedication.

You can rely on me to give you what you want, but I am afraid that you don't want enough, so I have to offer them all and let you choose.

The author has something to say:

520 I have nothing to give, I can only send Shanglin and Brother Song (Xiangyan)'s meeting and kiss~