At night, dark clouds cover the moon.
He Xun returned to He's house in a state of alcohol. He took off his shoes and leaned on the recliner, raised one leg, rubbed his temples with a burst of pain, and his eyebrows were tightly twisted. When he thought of the newspapers other people showed him on the table today, he felt dry mouth. His Adam's apple rolled, opened his eyes, reached out to grab the teacup on the small wooden table next to him and wanted to drink water, but found that the teacup was empty. He put the teacup and shouted irritably:
Where are the people? I haven’t seen my master come back for a long time?!
Not long after, a servant hurriedly came in with a tea cup and changed him a cup of tea: Master, the tea is here.
He Xun glanced at him, picked up the tea and took a sip, but did not pursue him while he was not lazy. He put the teacup on the table, closed his eyes and continued to rub his temples, saying neither salty nor lightly:
OK, get out.
The servant breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, and quickly said, seeing that he was rubbing his temples uncomfortable, he hesitated for a while.
Master, are you having a headache?
He Xun said yes.
He Xun is famous for being unsuspecting in the north. He smiles all day long and can play with anyone on the surface. But if anyone says something and makes him unhappy, then even if this person is still joking with you the next second, he will turn against you on the spot and take out a gun to your head. He is a complete evil star. But even so, Xun's connections are very wide, whether it is a Chinese or a foreigner.
The wealthy businessmen all joked that if you encounter any stumbling problem, don’t panic, and ask what Mr. Xun likes recently. As long as he can make him happy, everything is something that others say.
Today, several officials and the son of a wealthy businessman formed a bureau and asked him to have a drink. He went. These people laughed and jokingly for a while. Suddenly someone took out a newspaper and said that his sister couldn't take her eyes off when she saw the cheongsam promotion on it. Unfortunately, she hadn't started selling it yet. She heard that this was the shop of the He family and asked He Xun if he could be kind, but he was beaten by the girl's ears all day long, giving him a privilege to buy one in advance.
When He Xun looked at the newspaper, wasn’t it the same page that his little mother took?
But there is no white lace cheongsam. In addition to wearing a cheongsam and holding a pipa, there is also an extra slender finger with a slender cigarette, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.
He suddenly recalled the scene of that day. After he went back that day, his dream was full of the male girl slapping him with red eyes, and her throat was so dry that she took a sip of wine.
A few playboys who came over to see praised the woman in the newspaper. I don’t know if it was because he knew it was the He family’s shop, so he gave him face. He praised him from beginning to end and acted in a show. They said casually, and He Xun also heard it casually. Finally, someone muttered that this girl was good at everything but her breasts were smooth. He couldn’t help but squirt out a sip of wine, thinking, it’s not that, it’s not just flat, but someone lifted the cheongsam and brought a handkerchief.
I don’t know how late he made a fuss, but he accidentally drank too much. After he came back, he might have blown and his head felt a little swollen and painful.
The servant came out of him and felt that the young master was in a bad state. After thinking about it, he was still going to run to the old man's yard to say to his eldest grandma.
The main courtyard, the old He family's house has green bricks and green tiles, the corridors are simple, and the doors and windows are all old-style.
Wen Yushu had just taken a shower and his hair was still a little wet. He was wearing an old long gown with cloud patterns, sitting in a soft printed chair, putting down the book in his hand, and calmly said after hearing what the servant said.
Have you sent sobering soup to me?
The servant smiled bitterly: I gave it to you, but I don’t like to drink it, and I’m yelling about a headache. Big grandma, you know my temper. He just slept like this. I might feel uncomfortable when I wake up tomorrow morning.
Wen Yushu hesitated for a moment. He Xuefeng's livestock was too cruel. He didn't know why he came back with his legs trembling today. His waist and buttocks were also hurt. He didn't really want to tease the little mad dog. What if he was bitten?
But what did you say to the old man and the old lady?
The servant looked up at him a little embarrassedly and stammered: The old lady has gone to bed early at this time, uncle... I heard that the old man and Miss Ji went to the dance hall. I heard that there is a new actress there. She sang nicely and was very trendy. She hasn't returned yet.
Wen Yushu, who steadily put a cuckold on the scum, was not angry. He pondered for a moment, but felt that he had not worn enough, so he huh and got up and headed for the little mad dog's house.
He Xun was from the big house. His house was not far from the main courtyard. When Wen Yushu entered the door, he saw a man in a white shirt and suit pants lying flat on a bench with one leg on his back. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his little arm, and a very modern watch on his wrist, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as if he was asleep.
He walked to the front of the mahogany marble bench and glanced at the sobering soup that had been cold on the table. The man had no reaction to his arrival. He hesitated for a moment and said softly.
Congratulations?Don't sleep here, get up and drink the sober soup, and go to the house to sleep.
He Xun was not asleep. When Wen Yushu approached him, he knew who the person was. After all, his boy from Jiangnan always smelled fragrant, and he spoke lazily.
Don't go, don't drink.
Wen Yushu didn't listen to him. He walked out with the bowl of cold soup and asked the servant to change a bowl of hot water. He knew that He Xun had a headache, so he asked him to make a basin of hot water. After returning, he lowered his eyes and placed the soup on the table next to He Xun. Then he rolled up his sleeves, put the towel into the basin and wet it, wringed it out and walked to the mahogany bench.
Get up and wipe your face and drink the soup, otherwise you will get sick tomorrow.
He Xun put down his hand a little upset, staring at Wen Yushu with amber eyes and sneered:
I call you "Little Mother", do you really treat yourself as my mother?
Fuck, what kind of dog temper?
Wen Yushu frowned and said nothing. He Xun put down the warm towel and turned around and was about to walk back. He Xun, who was lazily straddling his legs behind him, sat up again, and changed his face, but Pity moaned.
Ah..., little mother, my head hurts so much.
Wen Yushu's back paused in an instant, and he couldn't help but complain that the little mad dog was crazy and pretended to be good.He sighed, turned around, and handed him the sober soup on the table.
Drink it, wipe your face after drinking, and it will stop hurting after a night's sleep.
The sobering soup is made from honey and Ganoderma lucidum. The sweet water has a bitter taste of mushrooms. He Xun was so disgusted that it was about to pop out of his eyes and lay back into the mahogany bench:
I don't drink it.
Wen Yushu checked for a moment, and was amused and laughed at his reaction to the child's temper. His tone was soft: It's not bitter, do you want to try it?
He Xun sighed a long sigh. He was extremely handsome and couldn't resist it when he was soft: It's a headache... I don't want to move, so my mother will help me wipe my face. After wiping my face, I'll drink it.
Wen Yushu yelled in his heart. He couldn't stand the dogs who blinked and acted coquettishly with him. The towel was already a little warm. He heated it up again and took it back, sat on the edge of the bench, stretched out his hand to wipe the handsome little mad dog's face.
A thin white and slender hand was holding a cotton towel and wiping his face. His movements were extremely gentle. The heat was filled with a little bit of the faint fragrance on the other person's body. He Xun lay lazily in the bench, with amber eyes looking at Wen Yushu who was sitting next to the bench with his eyes quietly hanging down and rubbing his face. From his delicate eyebrows and eyes, he slid inch by inch across the bridge of his nose and landed on his abnormal red lips.
His eyes were too hot. Wen Yushu looked up at him, and his heart was beaten. As soon as he was about to take his hand away, the other party grabbed his wrist. The little mad dog pretended to be so pure and said angrily.
My little mother...I have a headache.The hospital run by foreigners said that if you drink too much, you will have headaches and sweat more, and your head will not hurt.
...My mother will hurt me.
Before Wen Yushu could retreat, he felt a dizzy moment. He was picked up by He Xun, who had a headache and weak heart. He Xun hugged him, strode to the big bed inside and shouted, and threw him onto the soft quilt.
what you do!
He got up and was about to run, but the other party pulled his ankle and dragged it into the bed. He breathed so fast that he kicked his caught leg. He saw that the other party would not let him go, so he turned around and opened his mouth to call someone.
Come or not
A big hand suddenly covered his mouth, and then his struggling hands were tied together by the other party pulling out his belt. He couldn't move. He lay back on the bed, with his black eyes open, and then he felt a sudden chill of his lower body. The pants under the long gown were also asked to take off, and he was forced to reveal two white and bare long legs.
He was so embarrassed that he curled up his legs and wanted to hide the red thing. He Xun knelt on the bed, stroked his left leg with one hand, lifted it up and turned his head to bite his thigh. Wen Yushu was so painful that his legs trembled, and no one blocked his mouth, but now he didn't dare to shout again. Should he let the servants who rushed in come and see the stepson, stripped his little girl's pants and bit his legs?
What is the little girl running?
He Xun crawled onto him, slowly unbuttoned the buckle of his long gown, and looked at his neck with shallow marks in amber eyes, and said in a very affectionate tone.
Didn’t you agree to help your son sweat?
All the buttons on the long gown were unbuttoned, revealing the white flesh inside. His hands were tied up with black belts, and his flesh was already snow-white. He lay on a fancy silk quilt with the style of the Republic of China. His slender waist and long legs were eye-catching. There were kiss marks and biting marks on the collarbone under his neck. He wanted to curl up in embarrassment.
He Xun lowered his eyes and turned around Wen Yushu's marks, smiling: I didn't see that Ah, the old guy was quite cruel, and I felt distressed when I saw it.Xiao Niang... His tone suddenly became gentle. He bent down and kissed Wen Yushu's chin, and said angrily: You can't take this kind of man who doesn't know the importance of the matter.
Then one hand was lying up the belly, causing trembling, and then he pinched the pink and small nipples lightly and hard.
Um...
Wen Yushu's body was shaking violently, and his breathing became rapid. He thought to himself, "Little Mad Dog, your father didn't mess with me, but you might not know the importance of your livestock uncle."
He Xun returned to He's house in a state of alcohol. He took off his shoes and leaned on the recliner, raised one leg, rubbed his temples with a burst of pain, and his eyebrows were tightly twisted. When he thought of the newspapers other people showed him on the table today, he felt dry mouth. His Adam's apple rolled, opened his eyes, reached out to grab the teacup on the small wooden table next to him and wanted to drink water, but found that the teacup was empty. He put the teacup and shouted irritably:
Where are the people? I haven’t seen my master come back for a long time?!
Not long after, a servant hurriedly came in with a tea cup and changed him a cup of tea: Master, the tea is here.
He Xun glanced at him, picked up the tea and took a sip, but did not pursue him while he was not lazy. He put the teacup on the table, closed his eyes and continued to rub his temples, saying neither salty nor lightly:
OK, get out.
The servant breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, and quickly said, seeing that he was rubbing his temples uncomfortable, he hesitated for a while.
Master, are you having a headache?
He Xun said yes.
He Xun is famous for being unsuspecting in the north. He smiles all day long and can play with anyone on the surface. But if anyone says something and makes him unhappy, then even if this person is still joking with you the next second, he will turn against you on the spot and take out a gun to your head. He is a complete evil star. But even so, Xun's connections are very wide, whether it is a Chinese or a foreigner.
The wealthy businessmen all joked that if you encounter any stumbling problem, don’t panic, and ask what Mr. Xun likes recently. As long as he can make him happy, everything is something that others say.
Today, several officials and the son of a wealthy businessman formed a bureau and asked him to have a drink. He went. These people laughed and jokingly for a while. Suddenly someone took out a newspaper and said that his sister couldn't take her eyes off when she saw the cheongsam promotion on it. Unfortunately, she hadn't started selling it yet. She heard that this was the shop of the He family and asked He Xun if he could be kind, but he was beaten by the girl's ears all day long, giving him a privilege to buy one in advance.
When He Xun looked at the newspaper, wasn’t it the same page that his little mother took?
But there is no white lace cheongsam. In addition to wearing a cheongsam and holding a pipa, there is also an extra slender finger with a slender cigarette, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.
He suddenly recalled the scene of that day. After he went back that day, his dream was full of the male girl slapping him with red eyes, and her throat was so dry that she took a sip of wine.
A few playboys who came over to see praised the woman in the newspaper. I don’t know if it was because he knew it was the He family’s shop, so he gave him face. He praised him from beginning to end and acted in a show. They said casually, and He Xun also heard it casually. Finally, someone muttered that this girl was good at everything but her breasts were smooth. He couldn’t help but squirt out a sip of wine, thinking, it’s not that, it’s not just flat, but someone lifted the cheongsam and brought a handkerchief.
I don’t know how late he made a fuss, but he accidentally drank too much. After he came back, he might have blown and his head felt a little swollen and painful.
The servant came out of him and felt that the young master was in a bad state. After thinking about it, he was still going to run to the old man's yard to say to his eldest grandma.
The main courtyard, the old He family's house has green bricks and green tiles, the corridors are simple, and the doors and windows are all old-style.
Wen Yushu had just taken a shower and his hair was still a little wet. He was wearing an old long gown with cloud patterns, sitting in a soft printed chair, putting down the book in his hand, and calmly said after hearing what the servant said.
Have you sent sobering soup to me?
The servant smiled bitterly: I gave it to you, but I don’t like to drink it, and I’m yelling about a headache. Big grandma, you know my temper. He just slept like this. I might feel uncomfortable when I wake up tomorrow morning.
Wen Yushu hesitated for a moment. He Xuefeng's livestock was too cruel. He didn't know why he came back with his legs trembling today. His waist and buttocks were also hurt. He didn't really want to tease the little mad dog. What if he was bitten?
But what did you say to the old man and the old lady?
The servant looked up at him a little embarrassedly and stammered: The old lady has gone to bed early at this time, uncle... I heard that the old man and Miss Ji went to the dance hall. I heard that there is a new actress there. She sang nicely and was very trendy. She hasn't returned yet.
Wen Yushu, who steadily put a cuckold on the scum, was not angry. He pondered for a moment, but felt that he had not worn enough, so he huh and got up and headed for the little mad dog's house.
He Xun was from the big house. His house was not far from the main courtyard. When Wen Yushu entered the door, he saw a man in a white shirt and suit pants lying flat on a bench with one leg on his back. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his little arm, and a very modern watch on his wrist, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as if he was asleep.
He walked to the front of the mahogany marble bench and glanced at the sobering soup that had been cold on the table. The man had no reaction to his arrival. He hesitated for a moment and said softly.
Congratulations?Don't sleep here, get up and drink the sober soup, and go to the house to sleep.
He Xun was not asleep. When Wen Yushu approached him, he knew who the person was. After all, his boy from Jiangnan always smelled fragrant, and he spoke lazily.
Don't go, don't drink.
Wen Yushu didn't listen to him. He walked out with the bowl of cold soup and asked the servant to change a bowl of hot water. He knew that He Xun had a headache, so he asked him to make a basin of hot water. After returning, he lowered his eyes and placed the soup on the table next to He Xun. Then he rolled up his sleeves, put the towel into the basin and wet it, wringed it out and walked to the mahogany bench.
Get up and wipe your face and drink the soup, otherwise you will get sick tomorrow.
He Xun put down his hand a little upset, staring at Wen Yushu with amber eyes and sneered:
I call you "Little Mother", do you really treat yourself as my mother?
Fuck, what kind of dog temper?
Wen Yushu frowned and said nothing. He Xun put down the warm towel and turned around and was about to walk back. He Xun, who was lazily straddling his legs behind him, sat up again, and changed his face, but Pity moaned.
Ah..., little mother, my head hurts so much.
Wen Yushu's back paused in an instant, and he couldn't help but complain that the little mad dog was crazy and pretended to be good.He sighed, turned around, and handed him the sober soup on the table.
Drink it, wipe your face after drinking, and it will stop hurting after a night's sleep.
The sobering soup is made from honey and Ganoderma lucidum. The sweet water has a bitter taste of mushrooms. He Xun was so disgusted that it was about to pop out of his eyes and lay back into the mahogany bench:
I don't drink it.
Wen Yushu checked for a moment, and was amused and laughed at his reaction to the child's temper. His tone was soft: It's not bitter, do you want to try it?
He Xun sighed a long sigh. He was extremely handsome and couldn't resist it when he was soft: It's a headache... I don't want to move, so my mother will help me wipe my face. After wiping my face, I'll drink it.
Wen Yushu yelled in his heart. He couldn't stand the dogs who blinked and acted coquettishly with him. The towel was already a little warm. He heated it up again and took it back, sat on the edge of the bench, stretched out his hand to wipe the handsome little mad dog's face.
A thin white and slender hand was holding a cotton towel and wiping his face. His movements were extremely gentle. The heat was filled with a little bit of the faint fragrance on the other person's body. He Xun lay lazily in the bench, with amber eyes looking at Wen Yushu who was sitting next to the bench with his eyes quietly hanging down and rubbing his face. From his delicate eyebrows and eyes, he slid inch by inch across the bridge of his nose and landed on his abnormal red lips.
His eyes were too hot. Wen Yushu looked up at him, and his heart was beaten. As soon as he was about to take his hand away, the other party grabbed his wrist. The little mad dog pretended to be so pure and said angrily.
My little mother...I have a headache.The hospital run by foreigners said that if you drink too much, you will have headaches and sweat more, and your head will not hurt.
...My mother will hurt me.
Before Wen Yushu could retreat, he felt a dizzy moment. He was picked up by He Xun, who had a headache and weak heart. He Xun hugged him, strode to the big bed inside and shouted, and threw him onto the soft quilt.
what you do!
He got up and was about to run, but the other party pulled his ankle and dragged it into the bed. He breathed so fast that he kicked his caught leg. He saw that the other party would not let him go, so he turned around and opened his mouth to call someone.
Come or not
A big hand suddenly covered his mouth, and then his struggling hands were tied together by the other party pulling out his belt. He couldn't move. He lay back on the bed, with his black eyes open, and then he felt a sudden chill of his lower body. The pants under the long gown were also asked to take off, and he was forced to reveal two white and bare long legs.
He was so embarrassed that he curled up his legs and wanted to hide the red thing. He Xun knelt on the bed, stroked his left leg with one hand, lifted it up and turned his head to bite his thigh. Wen Yushu was so painful that his legs trembled, and no one blocked his mouth, but now he didn't dare to shout again. Should he let the servants who rushed in come and see the stepson, stripped his little girl's pants and bit his legs?
What is the little girl running?
He Xun crawled onto him, slowly unbuttoned the buckle of his long gown, and looked at his neck with shallow marks in amber eyes, and said in a very affectionate tone.
Didn’t you agree to help your son sweat?
All the buttons on the long gown were unbuttoned, revealing the white flesh inside. His hands were tied up with black belts, and his flesh was already snow-white. He lay on a fancy silk quilt with the style of the Republic of China. His slender waist and long legs were eye-catching. There were kiss marks and biting marks on the collarbone under his neck. He wanted to curl up in embarrassment.
He Xun lowered his eyes and turned around Wen Yushu's marks, smiling: I didn't see that Ah, the old guy was quite cruel, and I felt distressed when I saw it.Xiao Niang... His tone suddenly became gentle. He bent down and kissed Wen Yushu's chin, and said angrily: You can't take this kind of man who doesn't know the importance of the matter.
Then one hand was lying up the belly, causing trembling, and then he pinched the pink and small nipples lightly and hard.
Um...
Wen Yushu's body was shaking violently, and his breathing became rapid. He thought to himself, "Little Mad Dog, your father didn't mess with me, but you might not know the importance of your livestock uncle."
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