On the first day of the first day, he suddenly shouted out an adult declaration, which was something Yan Hang did not expect.

There are still more than ten days before his first birthday, and he has been using that day as a deadline to carry out various imaginations.

Although he knew that the two of them would definitely have a big fight on the first day of the new year, he didn't expect that the first day of the new year would suddenly put forward a request to go to the battlefield.

In such a flash, he was pushed onto the bed by the first day.

I have to say that the car mechanic coyote is really strong, especially in the state of sudden excitement.jpg, when he pressed his shoulder, it almost made him unable to move.

However, he didn't have any actual combat experience in the first day of the first year. Whether it was fighting on the street or on the bed, he was still a little tender. Yan Hang pressed under his ribs, and the strength in the first year of the first year was immediately released.

"Little thing," Yan Hang took the opportunity to lift his knees, lifted him down against the waist of the first year of junior high school, rolled over and pressed him on top of him, "It's quite fierce?"

"Scared you to death, right." On the first day of the first year, he indomitably grabbed the waist of his trousers with his backhand, and yanked him down, pulling his trousers down.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed.

But he didn't mind taking off his pants. He had to take them off anyway, and taking them off while fighting would save time.

He lowered his head and kissed the ear of the first year of the first year of the first year. The first day of the first year of the first year struggled to turn over, hugged him and kissed back fiercely, gasping for breath.

After a mad kiss and groping, on the first day of the first day, he finally regained a little sense of reason. Although his body did not cooperate, he still hugged Yan Hang and refused to let go, and had a strong urge to bite Yan Hang hard.

Of course there were other urges, the kind that would make his eyes red at this very moment.

Still, he controlled himself.

"Go take a shower." Yan Hang touched his lips.

"Well." On the first day of the first day, he pinched on his waist, but didn't move.

It's normal to take a shower. It's their habit to take a shower first when they come back from the outside, but this time he doesn't want to move, and wants to hug and stick to each other.

After Yan Hang said this, he didn't move, and rubbed lightly on the earlobe at the corner of his mouth.

After getting tired for a while, Yan Hang finally got up and got out of bed. With the current state of the two of them, they would definitely not be able to do something if they got tired of it, but they both still wanted to "do" something. hit.

Yan Hang took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. He planned to take a shower first, calm down, and then have a family meeting.

The theme of the meeting is up and down.

He put the change of clothes on the shelf, unscrewed the hot water, hesitated, turned and walked to the door.

Just when he was about to lock the door from the inside, the door was opened, and he bumped in like a bull in the first day of the first year. If he didn't react quickly and ducked back, he felt that the door would slap him directly in the face.

"I'm so fucking convinced of you," Yan Hang pointed to the first day of the first year, who had already stripped himself, "Just say whether you took medicine on the plane today."

"No." On the first day of the first day, he hugged him, and the whole person leaned up.

No matter how tall he was, he was still a big dog over 1.8 meters on the first day of the new year. With such a weight on his body, Yan Hang had to take two steps back and leaned against the wall.

But on the first day of the first year, it is impossible to succeed. He is definitely more energetic than Yan Hang, but he can't and can't bear to use any strength. Besides, Yan Hang has countless magical and weird tricks that can get out of trouble in a second. Countering the opponent, on the first day of the first year, he didn't want to be put on the bathroom floor by him.

The tile floor is very cold in winter.

But at this moment, as if he was possessed, he wanted to stick to Yan Hang, feel the temperature on his body, smell the smell on his body, touch the skin with his lips, and stroke the skin with his fingers.

Teeth are twitching.

Then he took a bite from Yan Hang and put it on his shoulder.

Yan Hang's shoulders are pretty good-looking, thin but not thin, with very tight and smooth small muscles, this bite directly bites the ** in his body to a higher level.

No, it's several floors.

Especially when he heard that Yan Hang took a breath because the bite was too hard, he felt that he could sweep a street with a gun.

"Dog," Yan Hang's hand slid down, and his fingertips brushed across his lower abdomen, "Can you calm down first?"

"You're like this," Chu Yi gasped, "who do you want to be cold and calm?"

Yan Hang wanted to laugh, but he didn't. He was no cooler than the first day of the first year. When he reached out to lock the bathroom door, he still felt that he was calm, but after the first day of the first year, he felt as if he was being stabbed in his body. Throwing it into a brazier, it started to burn from the lower abdomen, and it burned all over the body in a few seconds.

Breathing is out of rhythm.

At this moment, all he thought about was the firm and smooth back when he was pressed by him on the first day of the first year.

His hand continued to go down, and while touching Xiaoyi, he also touched a magical thing.

Little one got dressed.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang touched it again in shock, ignoring the excited breathing in his ear at the first moment of the new year, "When did you put it on?"

"Just now," the first day hugged him and said in a sullen voice in his shoulder, "still wipe it, wipe it well..."

"The lubricant to moisten your dog?" Yan Hang wanted to push him away, but on the first day of the first day, he was so strong that he hugged him tightly, "When did you buy it!"

"The box, the gift in the box, the gift," said the first day of the first year, "I mean, no surprise, no surprise, no surprise, joy?"

"Go away!" Yan Hang was really surprised. When he was playing with the set before, he felt that there were not many of them in the whole group. They also used a very large box, which was not environmentally friendly at all. He never thought that there was such a thing in it. Kind of a giveaway!

This is the mistake of the old driver. Don't think that you know everything and don't look at the box. There is gift information on the box!

Goutou actually did the preparatory work one step ahead, and Yan Hang felt that he could clearly understand the determination and desire of the first year of junior high school.

After all, the time span from simple to metamorphic is a bit too short, and the impact is too big, it will make people crazy.

** Makes the dog crazy.

Although the two of them were unwilling and wanted to express their wishes in every movement, at the same time every movement was too tired of each other, and there was not even a second of separation.

Yan Hang made the final attack. He twisted the shower with his backhand, and the water immediately poured down.

"It's washed away," Yan Hang pushed the first day away with a palm, and the water poured down between the two of them. He said very sympathetically, "It's not lubricated."

On the first day of the first lunar month, the shower was slapped off the wall, and the shower tumbled a few times on the ground, turning into a fountain, lying between them, sipping water from bottom to top.

"It's completely gone." Yan Hang hugged the first day of the first day and kissed him twice.

On the first day of the first year, he kicked the shower away, and put it on his face and kissed him on the face: "There's more, but it's useless. I'm done."

"I'm going to fuck you." Yan Hang said, rubbing his back twice on the first day of the first year, and scratching his butt again.

"I'll take a step back, take a step back." On the first day of the first year, he touched a steel spatula from the soap box in the washbasin, "You throw it away."

"...Are you sick?" Yan Hang looked at him, his eyes couldn't help but moved down again, looking at the gun.

"1 It's still up to you, pick first." The first gun holster was pulled down.

"1." Yan Hang flicked his fingers after he finished speaking.

Gang Jun'er jumped into the air from his fingertips, jumping quite high, and looked up on the first day of the new year.

When he fell down, Yan Hang raised his hand and patted Gang Dung'er on the back of his hand. He glanced at the first day of school: "Does it count?"

"Forget it," Chu nodded, "how about you?"

"It counts," Yan Hang raised the hand that was holding Gang Dung'er, and glanced at the back of his hand, "...Fuck."

There was a small chrysanthemum on the back of his hand.

There was no sound at first.

Yan Hang is willing to admit defeat. After all, it is the first year of junior high school to be an adult. It is he who proposes what to do when he is an adult. If he really wants to insist on it on the first day of junior high, he does not plan to fight any more.

But he thought that he would throw a gun and shout to celebrate victory on the first day of the new year, but he didn't see such a scene that would make him want to kick him in the past.

The first steel shovel was put back next to the washbasin, then put it on him and hugged him tightly, then gave him a serious look, and kissed him.

The moment the lips touched, the fire burst into flames.

Maybe it was because the fire that had been held down was suddenly released, and Yan Hang felt for a moment that the two of them might be suffocated to death because their kissing was too crazy.

No one knew when the shower was swept away, and hot water with mist was sprayed in an unknown direction under their feet.

It seems that the time when the mirror is covered with a layer of water vapor is faster than usual. Maybe they are breathing too hard. Without the water vapor, they may be able to breathe out this effect.

When the first day's hand touched his back, Yan Hang bit him under his ear. He didn't know whether it was because the pulse of the first day was too strong or he had hallucinations. He could feel the first day under his tongue. throbbing skin.

"Dog, you'd better count," Yan Hang suppressed his voice, "I am very revengeful."

"Yeah." The first day of the first day responded very lowly, with heavy breathing mixed in his voice, "Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

When the cell phone rang in the living room in the first year of junior high, neither of the two on the bed moved.

Yan Hang was lying on the pillow and closed his eyes, hugging him on the first day of the first year.

"Your phone is ringing." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu Yi didn't move.

"I told you to pick up the money." Yan Hang said.

The first day of the first year laughed: "I don't, I'm not a money fan."

Yan Hang snorted.

On the first day of the first day, he stopped after laughing twice, carefully leaned close to his ear, and gently touched his waist: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded.

"It still hurts, does it hurt?" Chu Yi asked.

"It doesn't matter if it hurts or not," Yan Hang said, "it's just uncomfortable."

"Oh." On the first day of the first day, he squeezed his leg again, "Then what, what should I do, how can I be better, take a little more?"

"Next time you lie down," Yan Hang said, "I feel better as soon as I think of that scene. Not only does it feel better, but I can still laugh out loud."

"Then I will be able to lie down now." On the first day of the first day, he quickly turned over and lay on the bed.

"Go away," Yan Hang glanced back at him, "Isn't it irritating?"

"No," said the first day, "you don't, don't..."

"No," Yan Hang glared at him, "Why don't I take a stick for you to enjoy now and then..."

On the first day of the first day, he quickly turned around and hugged him: "No, no, no need."

Yan Hang snorted.

On the first day of the first year, he pondered for a while before saying again: "I still, it's better than a stick, right?"

"Oh shit," Yan Hang listened to the music and laughed for a long time, "You are an adult, can you not be so **."

"Ah." Chu raised his head and looked at him.

"Strong, strong, strong, you are much stronger than the stick," Yan Hang gave a thumbs up, "praise you."

I laughed when first thought about it, and then sighed when finished laughing.

"Why," Yan Hang said, "are you not satisfied? Why are you still sighing."

On the first day of the first day, he sighed again, and then patted the mattress: "It's cool."

"Go away!" Yan Hang yelled at him, "Damn it!"

It's really cool.

The tip of the first nose was behind Yan Hang's neck, and his eyes were closed.

Although the scene was slightly different from what he had imagined, Yan Hang gave him a slap on the head because he was too violent at first and couldn't control his strength.

But he still felt great.

It's cool to play with a dog, but it's completely different from this one.

In his heart, Yan Hang has always been a god-like existence. He is handsome, smart, speaks English fluently, cooks well, and can fight with ease and be handsome while fighting. He is both gentle and domineering. ...

Maybe other people don't feel this way like him. After all, he is a local dog who has never seen the world. In short, before he met Yan Hang, he never thought that there are people like Yan Hang in the world.

So when he was pressing on Yan Hang, listening to Yan Hang's wheezing and moaning, watching him tighten and relax with his own rhythm... Even if he was worried about whether he would be seconds, and Yan Hang's head was smashed, this None of these feelings are affected, let alone a dog or an elephant.

Now that he thinks about it, he is still excited, the excitement of being able to fight again immediately.

When the phone rang again, Yan Hang stabbed him with his elbow: "Go and answer the phone, don't let anyone call you for anything."

"Yeah." Chu Yi replied, sat up reluctantly and sighed, got out of bed and walked to the living room.

Yan Hang smashed a pair of pants on his back: "The curtains in the living room are not drawn."

"Ah!" On the first day of the first year, he caught his pants and glanced at the window of the living room in horror while wrapping it on his leg, "Then we just, just now, nibbling on the road, come here! Was it seen by someone!"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said, "I answered the phone and was surprised."

I put on my pants on the first day of junior high, ran over and picked up the phone. It was Mr. Wang who called.

"Mr. Wang," he answered the phone, "Happy New Year."

"Happy Chinese New Year," Teacher Wang said with a smile, "Have you come back from your hometown?"

"Just got off the flight, the plane." Chu Yi said.

"Then do you want to take a break tomorrow?" Teacher Wang said, "It was originally the fifth day of the first year, but now they let the fourth day..."

"No need to rest." The first day said immediately.

"I also said that I'm not a fan of money," Yan Hang whispered as he walked to the bathroom, "I won't let go of the money for this day."

"That's alright," Mr. Wang said, "I gave you the address, right? You can go there at eight tomorrow morning. This time the scale is bigger than the car's way. You go to the repair shop, don't go back and forth and go to the beauty shop. side."

"Thank you Wang, teacher." said the first day.

"Don't thank me, I have been recommending students to them," Mr. Wang said, "By the way, last time, Mr. Yang canceled your school's recommendation... He didn't tell me beforehand, or I would definitely stop him. …”

"It's okay," said the first day, "it doesn't affect me."

"You don't need to pay too much attention to the school's recommendation," Mr. Wang said. "I personally recommend it to you as well. Don't have any psychological burden."

"Well." Chu Yi smiled.

After hanging up, he ran into the bathroom, Yan Hang was standing in front of the toilet to pee, he was relieved.

"Why?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I thought you had diarrhea, but your stomach is." Chu Yi said.

"...Go away," said Yan Hang very kindly and softly, "I count one, two, three, and you're still standing here after counting..."

Turned around and ran out.

"I'll kick you." Yan Hang's voice came from behind him.

After running out of the bathroom, on the first day of the first day of the first year, he took the initiative to change the sheets and quilts.

He originally thought that this kind of activity should not be as easy to stain the sheets as it is to play a dog, but he did not expect that the lubricant would not be any less worry-free than the children and grandchildren.

After tidying up the bed, Yan Hang returned to the bedroom with a towel on his back.

"Have you taken a shower again?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Nonsense," Yan Hang wiped his hair, "don't you wash it?"

"I wash," said the first day, "I'm sweating, but you haven't..."

Maybe it was because he was too excited. He had been in a state of solicitation when he was talking. He suddenly recovered after saying this, and hurriedly rushed over and hugged Yan Hang before Yan Hang took off the towel and smoked him.

Yan Hang sighed: "You are quite annoying."

"I was wrong," said the first day. "Next time, you will be annoying."

Yan Hang smiled: "Go take a bath, pack up and go out to eat something."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

Yan Hang took the hair dryer and sat beside the bed to blow his hair.

At this moment, he is not as excited as the first day of the first year. After all, it is not him who "did" something, and his feelings are not very pleasant, and it is quite uncomfortable. awareness is still insufficient.

Gee.

But sometimes, the psychological stimulation is the same as the physical stimulation, and the impact of visual and auditory is strong enough for him.

On the first day of the first day, the eyes and movements were completely different from usual, as well as the suppressed gasping and excited growl that he had never heard before.

Very exciting.

Let him vaguely look forward to the next battle, he wants to see a different first day.

Gee.

When the two of them packed up and changed their clothes and went out to find something to eat together, Yan Hang still felt a little different.

It's not the same level as having fucked up and done it.

"I have, there is a special different, the same feeling, feeling," the first day of the first year walked side by side with him, covering half of his face in his scarf, "Do you have it?"

"How do you feel?" Yan Hang asked, "I feel like you use my things all the time now."

"Stingy," Chu Yi smiled and turned his head to look at him, "You have, don't you think, now, right now, especially... intimate?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's very close," said the first day of the first year. "We... I said it too, but I can't tell."

especially intimate.

That's right, it's this feeling, it's different from all the previous feelings.

"I know." Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulder.

"Do you have it too? This, this feeling." Chu Yi asked.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, "Yes."

On the first day of the first day, he laughed twice and didn't speak again.

It was very cold, and they didn't want to go far, so they went to Xiao Li's BBQ.

Sitting at the table they usually sit at.

The boss didn't need them to make a sound, and immediately baked two large plates, which are what they must order every time.

"Drinking beer?" Yan Hang asked.

"White." Chu Yi said.

"White?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Baijiu?"

"Could it be Bai, boiled water?" asked the first day.

"Oh," Yan Hang laughed, "I haven't seen you for three days, the dog is so arrogant? Do you want white wine when you open your mouth?"

"That's right," Chu nodded slightly, "I am, after all, an adult, a dog."

"Okay," Yan Hang asked the waiter for two small bottles of liquor, "you can get up for work tomorrow."

"You can definitely get up, get up," said the first day, "don't worry."

Yan Hang took a string of mutton and bit it. The phone was ringing in his pocket. He took it out and took a look. It was Cui Yi.

"Old Cui," he answered the phone, "just right, have you eaten yet? We're in Xiao Li."

"I'll have dinner with Teacher Liu in a while," Cui Yi said, "I just came out of the detention center."

"Well, how is it?" Yan Hang asked.

"I was just chatting casually," Cui Yi said. "It's just about you. Your dad asked me if you had a girlfriend."

"Did you show him the letter?" Yan Hang put down the mutton skewers.

"The timing is not bad. Besides, don't let him see it at this time. I can't make up any nonsense with a single blow," Cui Yi said.

"How is it?" Yan Hang suddenly became nervous, "Did he have any reaction?"

"No reaction," Cui Yi said, "smiling."

"Laugh?" Yan Hang was stunned, "I came out of the closet, how could he laugh at such a serious and shocking thing?"

"Yeah," Cui Yi said, "is it my father?"

On the opposite side, Chu Yi suddenly raised his head and glared at him.

"You didn't fool me, did you?" Yan Hang asked.

"Why am I fooling you about this kind of thing," Cui Yi said. "That's it, he didn't say anything, he just laughed for a while, and then nothing happened."

"...What does he mean?" Yan Hang was speechless, reached out and patted Chuyi's hand lightly.

On the first day of the first day, he quickly clenched his hand.

"I don't know," Cui Yi said. "I didn't see it as being so lively. Why did he laugh? You can only ask him when he comes out."

"Okay," Yan Hang sighed, "Thank you Uncle Cui."

After hanging up the phone, on the first day of the first day of the first year, he immediately propped up the table and approached him, staring at him: "What's the matter, what's going on? Who did you go out with, the closet?"

"My dad." Yan Hang smiled.

"Uncle Yan, uncle?" The first day of the first year was a little surprised, "You...he said, did he say anything?"

"I didn't say anything, I just laughed for a while," Yan Hang clicked his tongue. "It's impossible for Lao Cui to interview him. Let's talk about it when he comes out."

Looking at him on the first day of the first day, he didn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang flicked his chin.

"Will he give birth or be angry?" Chu Yi asked, "Does he know that it's me?"

"I know it's you," Yan Hang said, "I don't know if I'm angry, it doesn't matter if I'm angry, if you get angry and hit me again..."

"You can beat him," said the first day.

"Yes." Yan Hang laughed.

"It's okay," Chu Yi bit his lip, "there's me."

"Are you helping me fight him?" Yan Hang looked at him with a smile.

"Let him beat me," said the first day of the first year, "I'm more likely to be beaten and not fight back."

Yan Hang laughed.

After laughing for a while, he stopped and looked at the first day of the first year.

Regardless of whether anyone around him saw it, he leaned over and kissed it on the first day of the first year.