Tang Wenming was discharged from the hospital, and Song Jianguo came to pick him up with a large bag. Tang Wenming asked him strangely: I've been discharged from the hospital, why are you still bringing things?
Song Jianguo smiled and pointed at Fang Yi with his chin, saying: Didn’t this be bought for Fang Yi? It depends on him for dinner today.
Tang Wenming took a plastic bag and opened it. It was filled with meat and vegetables. He glared at Song Jianguo with anger. Song Jianguo turned to please Fang Yi and smiled. Fang Yi smiled back, but the meaning was unknown.
Tang Wenming's heroic opponent Yi waved his hand and said: You, go home
He turned his hand and pointed at Song Jianguo and ordered: Since it was the vegetables you bought, you can cook them today for dinner
Song Jianguo had a bitter face and looked at Fang Yi sadly, saying: I only know instant noodles...
Ha! Then you buy a yarn! Tang Wenming said to Fang Yi: Don’t pay attention to him, go home
Fang Yi pinched his shoulder and looked at his eyes and smiled: It just so happened that my refrigerator was empty, don’t you mind going to your house to have a meal, right?
Tang Wenming was about to refuse, but Song Jianguo immediately squeezed him away, came to Fang Yi, nodded like pounding garlic: Don't mind, don't mind! Come on, I'll lead you, go here
As he said that, Song Jianguo stuffed the vegetables into Tang Wenming's arms, pulled Fang Yi's arm and left, which made Tang Wenming very angry. Fang Yi followed Song Jianguo obediently and smiled at Tang Wenming. Tang Wenming was held back in one breath, so he was so bored.
Seeing Fang Yi busy in the kitchen, Song Jianguo touched his chin and shook his head and sighed, saying: So virtuous, so virtuous! If Fang Yi was a woman, I would have pursued him long ago.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yi looked quite sexy in an apron and used a kitchen knife. Last time he was so painful at his house, he didn't even notice it. Tang Wenming touched his somewhat hot earlobe. He heard Song Jianguo's words, he sneered, turned his head to look at Song Jianguo contemptuously, and said: Even if he is a woman, he will not like you.
Song Jianguo was depressed and said to him angrily: Yes, yes, even if he is a woman, he will only like you, Mr. Tang, Tang. Who told you that you are so charming and heroic that you can swallow the world? You will be impressed by your feet. Your momentum spans Southeast Asia, leaps North America and Australia, and rush out of the atmosphere and move towards the universe. Ah is just around the corner!
Tang Wenming looked at him sideways, as if he was looking at a dead person
If you say less than a few words, you won't be so annoying to women
Song Jianguo was hit by a weakness all of a sudden and hurriedly came over to ask for advice: Why? Didn’t women say that women are auditory animals and like sweet words the most? In order to practice sweet words skills, I watch spiritual and story meetings every day. Fang Wenshan’s lyrics were copied over and over again. I think there is absolutely no problem with using my current eloquence to be a host on CCTV.
Tang Wenming looked him up and down and said: What people say is sweet words, what you say is nonsense, what you say is sweet words, you are mean, what you say is sweet words, what you say is cheap, what the difference between the small daisy on the roadside and the peony in the Grand View Garden is that you are the little daisy messy in the wind and rain, and you will never become a peony, give up
Song Jianguo was not convinced and retorted: Where is I a little daisy? Your aesthetic is too far-fetched. I have to be considered a big white lotus that is not stained with mud. Yujie and Bingqing. I wonder how many girls are fascinated by my outspoken temperament.
Ah, I am really a sinner! Song Jianguo looked unbearable and compassionate
Tang Wenming really didn't know where this guy got his confidence. He was so inflated that he was about to explode. He was about to attack this bad trend, but Fang Yi suddenly interrupted and stopped him.
I think Tang Wenming, you are like a broccoli, and you have a healthy and nutritious taste.
The two people at the kitchen door were stunned. Song Jianguo came to his senses first and pointed at Tang Wenming and laughed so hard that tears came out.
Xixi broccoli, hahaha! Tang Wenming, you can wash it and put it into the pot! Hahahaha!
Tang Wenming kicked Song Jianguo and turned around and rushed towards Fang Yi. His aura was full of fierceness. Unfortunately, Fang Yi was ready and waited for him to come and hug him. He stopped him in two or three strokes and pressed him against the cabinet. He lowered his head and bit his lips twice, and smiled and said: I like to eat broccoli, it tastes very good, just like you.
Tang Wenming was really angry, and it was not right to be angry, so he could only glar at him fiercely. Fang Yi felt even happier when he saw him like this. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue in to pry his teeth. Tang Wenming had not been eaten for a long time, and the fire in his heart also came up after being stirred by this. He opened his mouth to let him in, and took the initiative to hook his tongue with his tongue. The two of them were entangled together, and the dishes in the pot next to him were thrilling, and the hot oil splashed on the lid of the pot made a warm and crisp sound.
Song Jianguo was stupid. Looking at the two men hugging each other in the kitchen, he felt that his heart was seriously hurt, and the person who hurt him had completely ignored his existence.
Song Jianguo burst into tears. Even gay men like to show their love these days. It's too much! I really want to burn this pair of dogs to death!
Tang Wenming was sleepy after dinner, leaving Fang Yi to make a joke with Song Jianguo. He went back to his room to sleep. When he woke up, he found that the surroundings were very quiet. He took out his cell phone beside his pillow with sleepy eyes and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.
I'll go! Take a nap and sleep until the next day
Tang Wenming yawned, turned over and closed his eyes to continue sleeping. Suddenly, a force came from his waist to tighten him, which scared him so much that he was shocked and woke up completely.
He turned over and sat up, turned around and saw a person sleeping next to him. He was so scared that he kicked the man directly. The man was kicked by him, opened his eyes and looked at him, asking: What time is it now?
Tang Wenming finally recognized this person. It was Fang Yi. How could he sleep next to him?
Alas... Fang Yi turned over and sat up, rubbed his temples, and asked again: When is it? It's not dawn yet?
Why do you sleep in my bed?
If you don’t sleep on your bed, do you have to sleep on Song Jianguo’s bed?
Tang Wenming thought this was a bit reasonable, but then he thought about it and it was wrong: You should go back to your house to sleep
snort
Fang Yi chuckled, turned to look at the sky outside the window, hugged Tang Wenming and lay down again, buried his head in his neck, and sighed in his ear: Let's go to bed, it's not that I haven't slept together.
Tang Wenming thought he was right, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that something was wrong. He fell asleep again in a daze.
Before he fell asleep, he seemed to remember some key questions, but he was defeated by Zhou Gong and remembered nothing.
Tang Wenming's breathing became longer. Fang Yi opened his eyes and supported his head to look at him. His hair was sleeping a little messy, and his slightly longer bangs fell softly, making his usually cold and hard face softer.
Fang Yi gently tapped Tang Wenming's nose with his index finger. Tang Wenming, who was harassed, wrinkled his nose, rubbed his head against the pillow, changed his face in another direction, just in time to meet Fang Yi.
Fang Yi laughed in a low voice, what should I do? It seems that I like this guy more and more
You should like me too
Fang Yi said this to Tang Wenming, and Tang Wenming muttered, not knowing what dream he was doing
Fang Yi pinched his earlobe and leaned over to whisper in his ear: Dreaming of Fang Yi...
Um?
Tang Wenming frowned and turned over. Fang Yi pressed on him, used him as a mat and closed his eyes and went to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face.
Tang Wenming dreamed that he became Sun Wukong, being pressed by the Buddha of Tathagata, unable to move, and even turning over was delusional.
Song Jianguo smiled and pointed at Fang Yi with his chin, saying: Didn’t this be bought for Fang Yi? It depends on him for dinner today.
Tang Wenming took a plastic bag and opened it. It was filled with meat and vegetables. He glared at Song Jianguo with anger. Song Jianguo turned to please Fang Yi and smiled. Fang Yi smiled back, but the meaning was unknown.
Tang Wenming's heroic opponent Yi waved his hand and said: You, go home
He turned his hand and pointed at Song Jianguo and ordered: Since it was the vegetables you bought, you can cook them today for dinner
Song Jianguo had a bitter face and looked at Fang Yi sadly, saying: I only know instant noodles...
Ha! Then you buy a yarn! Tang Wenming said to Fang Yi: Don’t pay attention to him, go home
Fang Yi pinched his shoulder and looked at his eyes and smiled: It just so happened that my refrigerator was empty, don’t you mind going to your house to have a meal, right?
Tang Wenming was about to refuse, but Song Jianguo immediately squeezed him away, came to Fang Yi, nodded like pounding garlic: Don't mind, don't mind! Come on, I'll lead you, go here
As he said that, Song Jianguo stuffed the vegetables into Tang Wenming's arms, pulled Fang Yi's arm and left, which made Tang Wenming very angry. Fang Yi followed Song Jianguo obediently and smiled at Tang Wenming. Tang Wenming was held back in one breath, so he was so bored.
Seeing Fang Yi busy in the kitchen, Song Jianguo touched his chin and shook his head and sighed, saying: So virtuous, so virtuous! If Fang Yi was a woman, I would have pursued him long ago.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yi looked quite sexy in an apron and used a kitchen knife. Last time he was so painful at his house, he didn't even notice it. Tang Wenming touched his somewhat hot earlobe. He heard Song Jianguo's words, he sneered, turned his head to look at Song Jianguo contemptuously, and said: Even if he is a woman, he will not like you.
Song Jianguo was depressed and said to him angrily: Yes, yes, even if he is a woman, he will only like you, Mr. Tang, Tang. Who told you that you are so charming and heroic that you can swallow the world? You will be impressed by your feet. Your momentum spans Southeast Asia, leaps North America and Australia, and rush out of the atmosphere and move towards the universe. Ah is just around the corner!
Tang Wenming looked at him sideways, as if he was looking at a dead person
If you say less than a few words, you won't be so annoying to women
Song Jianguo was hit by a weakness all of a sudden and hurriedly came over to ask for advice: Why? Didn’t women say that women are auditory animals and like sweet words the most? In order to practice sweet words skills, I watch spiritual and story meetings every day. Fang Wenshan’s lyrics were copied over and over again. I think there is absolutely no problem with using my current eloquence to be a host on CCTV.
Tang Wenming looked him up and down and said: What people say is sweet words, what you say is nonsense, what you say is sweet words, you are mean, what you say is sweet words, what you say is cheap, what the difference between the small daisy on the roadside and the peony in the Grand View Garden is that you are the little daisy messy in the wind and rain, and you will never become a peony, give up
Song Jianguo was not convinced and retorted: Where is I a little daisy? Your aesthetic is too far-fetched. I have to be considered a big white lotus that is not stained with mud. Yujie and Bingqing. I wonder how many girls are fascinated by my outspoken temperament.
Ah, I am really a sinner! Song Jianguo looked unbearable and compassionate
Tang Wenming really didn't know where this guy got his confidence. He was so inflated that he was about to explode. He was about to attack this bad trend, but Fang Yi suddenly interrupted and stopped him.
I think Tang Wenming, you are like a broccoli, and you have a healthy and nutritious taste.
The two people at the kitchen door were stunned. Song Jianguo came to his senses first and pointed at Tang Wenming and laughed so hard that tears came out.
Xixi broccoli, hahaha! Tang Wenming, you can wash it and put it into the pot! Hahahaha!
Tang Wenming kicked Song Jianguo and turned around and rushed towards Fang Yi. His aura was full of fierceness. Unfortunately, Fang Yi was ready and waited for him to come and hug him. He stopped him in two or three strokes and pressed him against the cabinet. He lowered his head and bit his lips twice, and smiled and said: I like to eat broccoli, it tastes very good, just like you.
Tang Wenming was really angry, and it was not right to be angry, so he could only glar at him fiercely. Fang Yi felt even happier when he saw him like this. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue in to pry his teeth. Tang Wenming had not been eaten for a long time, and the fire in his heart also came up after being stirred by this. He opened his mouth to let him in, and took the initiative to hook his tongue with his tongue. The two of them were entangled together, and the dishes in the pot next to him were thrilling, and the hot oil splashed on the lid of the pot made a warm and crisp sound.
Song Jianguo was stupid. Looking at the two men hugging each other in the kitchen, he felt that his heart was seriously hurt, and the person who hurt him had completely ignored his existence.
Song Jianguo burst into tears. Even gay men like to show their love these days. It's too much! I really want to burn this pair of dogs to death!
Tang Wenming was sleepy after dinner, leaving Fang Yi to make a joke with Song Jianguo. He went back to his room to sleep. When he woke up, he found that the surroundings were very quiet. He took out his cell phone beside his pillow with sleepy eyes and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.
I'll go! Take a nap and sleep until the next day
Tang Wenming yawned, turned over and closed his eyes to continue sleeping. Suddenly, a force came from his waist to tighten him, which scared him so much that he was shocked and woke up completely.
He turned over and sat up, turned around and saw a person sleeping next to him. He was so scared that he kicked the man directly. The man was kicked by him, opened his eyes and looked at him, asking: What time is it now?
Tang Wenming finally recognized this person. It was Fang Yi. How could he sleep next to him?
Alas... Fang Yi turned over and sat up, rubbed his temples, and asked again: When is it? It's not dawn yet?
Why do you sleep in my bed?
If you don’t sleep on your bed, do you have to sleep on Song Jianguo’s bed?
Tang Wenming thought this was a bit reasonable, but then he thought about it and it was wrong: You should go back to your house to sleep
snort
Fang Yi chuckled, turned to look at the sky outside the window, hugged Tang Wenming and lay down again, buried his head in his neck, and sighed in his ear: Let's go to bed, it's not that I haven't slept together.
Tang Wenming thought he was right, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that something was wrong. He fell asleep again in a daze.
Before he fell asleep, he seemed to remember some key questions, but he was defeated by Zhou Gong and remembered nothing.
Tang Wenming's breathing became longer. Fang Yi opened his eyes and supported his head to look at him. His hair was sleeping a little messy, and his slightly longer bangs fell softly, making his usually cold and hard face softer.
Fang Yi gently tapped Tang Wenming's nose with his index finger. Tang Wenming, who was harassed, wrinkled his nose, rubbed his head against the pillow, changed his face in another direction, just in time to meet Fang Yi.
Fang Yi laughed in a low voice, what should I do? It seems that I like this guy more and more
You should like me too
Fang Yi said this to Tang Wenming, and Tang Wenming muttered, not knowing what dream he was doing
Fang Yi pinched his earlobe and leaned over to whisper in his ear: Dreaming of Fang Yi...
Um?
Tang Wenming frowned and turned over. Fang Yi pressed on him, used him as a mat and closed his eyes and went to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face.
Tang Wenming dreamed that he became Sun Wukong, being pressed by the Buddha of Tathagata, unable to move, and even turning over was delusional.
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