Pastel Colours - Chapter 40

Day1621:00

The dinner on this day was a full crab feast.

He Zhiyuan booked an elegant small private room, with nine main dishes, steamed, boiled, baked, fried, raw food… all kinds of ways to eat in turn, plus side dishes, rice, dessert and crab soup pot , Lin Lin always put a total of more than 30 dishes.

The crab legs and crab claws are all pre-disassembled, steamed in clean water, the meat is white and clear, the red silk is half wrapped, and they are placed in a red shell that is cut longitudinally. Take the chopsticks to pick out a complete one, and then dip it. A little minced **** with vinegar sauce tastes the original flavor; the roasted crab meat is more tender and silky, without seasoning, squeezing a few drops of lemon juice to remove the fishy taste, the taste is extremely delicious. The remaining crab roe and crab paste are used as ingredients for stewed eggs, porridge, and tofu, each with its own destination.

This restaurant made the plate into the shape of a big red crab shell, and made the chopstick pillow into the shape of a small red crab. Bubu Zuiwen didn’t care about the crabs. He didn’t eat a few bites of the dishes. After playing with the dishes for a long time, the little red crabs were sitting in rows, and the big red crabs were high on the shell.

Songran scooped up a spoonful of golden and tender custard and handed it to Bubu’s mouth: “Ah.”

White shrimp cubes, green spinach, red crab meat, black truffles, the thin soup has a rich bonito flavor.

“Ah!”

Bubu ate happily, nodded, and said contentedly, lowered his head to continue playing with the chopstick pillow. Songran then scooped up another spoonful of crab roe baked rice. The rice was full and soft and fragrant. The salty cheese pulled out sticky milk shreds in the air: “Ah.”

“Ah!”

Bobo opened his mouth and ate it, and didn’t even lift his head this time, his eyes couldn’t be separated from the little red crab.

Songran wanted to feed him another spoonful of jade tofu, but He Zhiyuan stopped him. He Zhiyuan looked at his absent-minded son with an unhappy expression, and said coldly: “You can eat by yourself, and be less used to him.”

“Oh.”

It seems to be a bit spoiled.

When Bubu came to Songran’s house on the first day, he had been eating well and diligently, which made him feel distressed for a long time, but now…well, it was all his fault, too unprincipled.

“Bobo, Bobo.” Songran pushed the child who was addicted to fun, whispered, “Don’t play, concentrate on eating, dad is going to be angry.”

What, dad is getting angry? !

Boob raised his head suddenly in fright, seeing He Zhiyuan’s face of wind and rain, he immediately threw away the little crab by ten centimeters, sat in a dreadful manner, grabbed the spoon in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand, and began to eat decently, and occasionally raised his eyelids to steal. Take two glances.

He Zhiyuan and Songran looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

After the meal, He Zhiyuan was responsible for the checkout. Songran took Bobu to the bathroom to deal with his physiological needs, then washed his hands, dried them, and met with his father.

Three people were walking in the mall. He Zhiyuan asked casually: “What do you want to do next, watch a movie?”

Bubu pointed to the Tom Bear Playground opposite: “Paba, I want to play that!”

Before coming here, Bubu made the same request, but He Zhiyuan rejected it in a rational and euphemistic way. Now there is Songran as the backer, two to one, the little guy is full of confidence and bravely fights again. This time He Zhiyuan not only agreed, but also went off in person, raising his sleeves and playing with him.

He Zhiyuan is nearly 1.9 meters tall, combs his head, and is a group of business elites, but he carries two wooden clubs to accompany the children to play Taiko Masters. How happy the picture looks. Many passers-by were attracted and stopped to watch.

After a while, He Zhiyuan played ice hockey with Songran on the table, and Boob stood in the middle of the referee. Someone gradually realized that the **** of the three members of this family was not right, and began to look at them with strange eyes. Songran was stared uncomfortably, and continued to lose points. He Zhiyuan saw it and passed an encouraging look to comfort him: “It’s okay, concentrate on hitting.”

Songran nodded and took a deep breath, seeing the onlookers around him as air.

The three of them fought vigorously all the way to nine o’clock. When they walked out of Tom Bear, each of them had an extra doll in their arms: Boob’s is Lightning Pikachu, and he’s proudly curly chubby Ding, and He Zhiyuan’s is a fur collar Ibrahimovic—— They were all picked up by Mr. He by himself, and only spent three game coins in total.

“My father is super! Great! Great!”

Bubu couldn’t restrain his excitement, walking and jumping sideways, just like a little crab. The two parents walked behind, squeezing Fat Ding’s ears, expressing helplessness over the luck that he had lost, and being very unconvinced: “You have such a high level of clamping dolls, how long have you practiced?”

“I haven’t practiced.” He Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and deliberately angered him, “I may have a novice halo.”

On the way home, with the exception of He Zhiyuan, a madman who is used to high-intensity and continuous operation for a long time, Songran and Bubu were tired.

Bubu hugged the three dolls from left to right, contented, and started to fall asleep as soon as he got in the car. Songran worked hard for ten minutes, and finally defeated in front of a long red light, his eyelids drooping lower and lower, and his head tilted to sleep. He Zhiyuan turned off the radio, raised the temperature, helped him sit upright, and stuffed a U-shaped memory pillow behind his neck.

The silver-grey Infiniti carried a family of three and drove smoothly in the direction of Bishuiwanju.

When Songran woke up, the car had stopped, the driver’s seat was empty, and He Zhiyuan didn’t know where he went. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, gave a long yawn, barely picked it up a little sober, and turned his head to look out the window-street lights, shops, pedestrians… haven’t been to Bishuiwan yet.

They stopped on an unfamiliar road. Not far away there was a signboard of FamilyMart’s convenience store. The green and white colors were so light and shiny in the dark that people couldn’t open their eyes.

Songran looked to the back seat, Bubu was still tied in the child seat honestly, but his expression was not right: he embraced the fat Ding, his eyes were piercing, bursting out like a wolf like a tiger.

“How about Dad, where did the others go?”

Song Ran asked.

Bubu reached out and pointed to the family’s big sign: “Buy me ice cream!”

“…”

What a bad habit to eat ice cream at night!

Songran leaned back on the seat weakly, folded his arms and pursed his lips, and rolled his eyes to the roof of the car: He also said that I am used to my child, and no matter how used to it, I won’t be able to feed him ice cream at ninety o’clock.

After a while, He Zhiyuan came back, opened the door, and really handed Bubu a box of Baxi: “Vanilla flavor, do you like it?”

“like!”

Bobo took the ice cream, tore off the plastic film, and feasted on it with a small spoon.

He Zhiyuan returned to the driver’s seat and threw a plastic bag with the family logo into Songran’s arms: “The rest is for you, orange flavor and strawberry flavor, you can choose the two.”

“No.”

Songran resolutely refused.

He Zhiyuan fastened his seat belt and started the car: “Why not?”

“It’s weird to be at night?” Songran glanced at his watch and mumbled, “It’s ten o’clock, and I should go to bed after I go back to wash and wash. Why do you buy this specially?”

He Zhiyuan’s reason is simple: “There is no stock at home.”

Songran was speechless: “Then, can’t you buy it again during the day tomorrow? Wait one more night and you won’t starve to death.”

“I will starve to death.” He Zhiyuan said frankly, “Wait for an hour and you will starve to death.”

“…”

Songran couldn’t help but slander: It’s weird, why didn’t you see that you are a sweet-hearted person before?

He Zhiyuan licked his lips and smiled, leaning over slightly, and whispered quietly: “Songran, or, what do you mean…we don’t need it?”

What he said was quite weird, without beginning or end, and also inexplicably ambiguous. Songran couldn’t turn a corner, and it took a while before he realized something was wrong, and hurriedly opened the plastic bag on his lap.

At this look, his face suddenly turned into pig liver red.

Threaded bump thermal condom, twelve large size, two full boxes, one box of orange flavor, one box of strawberry flavor, and a bottle of lubricant.

“you!”

He stared at the naked characters on the package, shame and anger, and then raised his head to look at He Zhiyuan. The man’s face was full of a nasty smile that was not intended to cover up, and he immediately pinched his arm in angrily: “You What about this person! This! What kind of! Ah?!”

Mr. He was in a good mood, and he flirted with Songran all the way back home. At first, I was worried about a **** in the car. I didn’t dare to be too presumptuous. It was generally euphemistic and obscure. After Boob ate the ice cream and fell asleep, he immediately got up blatantly, like a well-dressed satyr with sharp teeth.

Songran has been molested over the phone before, but being molested in person is another matter.

He flushed, holding a bag of colorful Durex, squeezing words from between his teeth one by one: “I…I will retaliate.”

“I am looking forward.”

He Zhiyuan was in it, taking it as a kind of fun, and didn’t take it seriously, so he took a few more arms.

When they returned to Bishuiwan, Bubu had already slept with the upper and lower eyelids glued together. It is estimated that they would not be able to move without a thunder. It was cold in the middle of the night, and as soon as I opened the door, there was a cold wind rushing in. The husband and the husband worked together tacitly. He Zhiyuan first took Bobo out and let him sleep on his shoulders. Songran picked up the suit jacket on the back seat and quickly covered Bobo.

They took the elevator to the twelfth floor, the aisle was bright, and the chipmunk door blanket in room A and the gray square blanket in room B were far away.

He Zhiyuan took out the key and opened the 8012B lock. He was about to push the door to enter, and was lightly poked in his back.

He turned his head: “What’s the matter?”

“Uh, that… Mr. He.” Songran scratched his head and said cautiously, “Huan, welcome home.”

He always wanted to find the opportunity to say these four words.

He Zhiyuan smiled gently.

He held Bobu and pushed the door in, and turned on the entrance light. Little Q of White Cocoon flashed blue light enthusiastically to greet him, and the indicator light flashed from the left to the right as the waves undulated.

“Don’t move.” He Zhiyuan reminded Song Ran in a low voice, then walked a few steps inside, turned around, stood in the 8012B living room, smiled and stretched out a hand to him, “Song Ran, welcome home. ”

This is a completely different meaning and represents formal acceptance.

Songran looked at them, her eyes moist. A certain tranquil force that can withstand all wind and rain suddenly came to his heart, peaceful and content, like a warm current in the cold wave, covering his body.

Little Q let out a clear beep, the blue light turned green, the indicator light breathed for a moment, and it returned to a soft sea blue again.

Songran saw Green Light for the first time and couldn’t help asking: “What’s wrong with it?”

“It added a new family member.” He Zhiyuan replied, “In the future, it will recognize you and will protect you.”

As if to prove this sentence, Little Q turned around in a circle, looking cute like never before.

Songran handed his hand to He Zhiyuan, and stepped into 8012B as a family for the first time, and greeted Xiao Q friendly.

At half past ten in the evening, Song Ran hugged Boob and walked out of the bathroom. The child was not awake yet, so he took a bath, wiped his hair, changed pajamas, and was put in a soft bed in his sleep. The bathroom was full of water vapor, and a small blush was steaming. At this moment, there were still a few drops of water hanging on the eyelashes, shaking slightly with the unknown dream.

Baby, there is no elder brother to sleep with you tonight, you have to be obedient.

“good night.”

Songran kissed Bubu, turned off the small orange light beside the bed, got up and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, he was suddenly dragged to the wall by a force, and then a hot body pressed up. He Zhiyuan lowered his head and stared at him, his eyes deep and hot, like a cluster of sparks buried under charcoal, about to burn, only a few dazzling bright red, the temperature is already scorching.

This is to skip all the foreshadowing and directly declare the beginning.

Songran didn’t expect that Mr. He would be more anxious than himself, and he was almost taken aback by that blazing look. In an instant, his body temperature rose, and his shame was burned. He heard the sound of his body being ignited.

Crackling.

Clear, exploded deep in the nerves.

Not knowing what was driving him, he took the initiative to stretch out one hand and hooked He Zhiyuan’s neck, the other hand slowly stroking the other’s strong chest muscles, his five fingers curled up, rubbing and grasping through a layer of expensive black fabric. , Like the cat’s naughty paws.

“Mr. He, do you like cats?”

He asked softly.

What an unexpected question.

He Zhiyuan laughed and looked at the “little fairy” in his arms, with a very hoarse voice: “Of course I like it.”

“Then, suppose your cat is hungry now…” Songran lifted his eyelids and raised his head, with an ambiguous pink color floating in the corners of his eyes, “Are you willing to feed it?”

“Of course not willing.”

He Zhiyuan’s breathing was short, his big palm supported the nape of Song Ran, and he couldn’t wait to leaned over and kissed.

At this moment, the hand that stroked his chest suddenly exerted force, and while he was inadvertently on guard, suddenly pushed him away.

“Song Ran?!”

He Zhiyuan was surprised.

“I’m not willing.” Songran smiled slyly, and swiftly rushed out five steps away, “Budoudou has been hungry for almost a night, and I haven’t even eaten any crab residue. I’ll go back and feed a cat. You… , Try to bear it.”

With that said, he pointed to Zhihe Zhiyuan’s visibly raised crotch, turned and hurried to the door, slipped to his home wearing slippers.

He Zhiyuan leaned outside the door of 8012A, looking at the house where the cloth had been for half a month, while waiting for Songran to slowly feed the cat, his expression increasingly gloomy. He was teased with enthusiasm, and his **** was blocked halfway, just like the nose was always itching, but the deadly sneeze couldn’t come out, and it quickly ignited into a rage that could not go away.

Childish revenge.

Don’t cry later.

He squinted at Song Ran, his crotch still bulging.

It was already a bit softer just now, but when he squatted down while feeding the cat, he revealed the white waist under the T-shirt and the looming groin. His **** were immediately as excited as a chicken blood, hard as trousers. I can’t help it.

Two minutes later, Budoudou finished the supper with gusto, and began to lick his paws and wash his face diligently. Songran still squatted there motionless.

He Zhiyuan smiled coldly-this is a typical revenge with a heady head and a tortoise.

“The cat is fed and I’m still hungry.” He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel, urging Songran to face reality, “Baby, when will you come to me?”

Songran then slowly stood up, turned around slowly, and squeezed the hem of the T-shirt with his fingers. He lowered his head and slowly walked in front of He Zhiyuan, hesitantly stretched out his hands, wrapped his arms around his neck, His face was buried in the fiery neck.

“I was wrong, Mr. He, I…ah!”

Songran wanted to apologize, but was pinched by the waist and pushed hard against the corridor wall. He Zhiyuan bullied him again, grabbed his soft earlobes, and laughed in a low voice: “The two-box condom thing is worthy of your hate until now, eh? Why is it so naive and so…cute?”

“Well!”

Ears are one of Songran’s sensitive bands. His sexual experience is zero, and he doesn’t know where to touch it. He is so abruptly held by He Zhiyuan, and with the thick bass around his ears, goose bumps fall off immediately. Shaking all over.

“Don’t, don’t touch it!” Songran avoided in a panic, blushing, “I, I just feed you…”

“Tell me, what are you going to feed me?”

He Zhiyuan pushed his lower body hard, and his violent sexual organs just hit Songran’s lower abdomen hard. Songran felt the horrible hardness and heat through his pants, his cheeks and neck were immediately flushed, and he squatted for a long time: “Little…little…little wonton.”

“Little wonton?”

It’s a very interesting reference, full of life.

He Zhiyuan asked: “Baby, how do you plan to let me eat?”

Songran blushed and said, “You can eat whatever you want.”

“Then, let’s cook a pot of hot water first, and when the wontons are cooked through, we bite the skins one by one to expose the meat filling, then swallow the meat filling bit by bite, lick the soup, and finally wash the dishes together. ……what do you think?”

“…”

From bathing to cleaning, every step is even done.

rogue.

How can you ask people to eat wonton seriously in the future?

Songran was hot with shame, and answered, “Okay.”

He Zhiyuan asked again: “Which pot do you prefer to cook wontons? Your pot or mine?”

Song Ran: “As… as you like.”

With a thought, He Zhiyuan looked at the light-colored fabric sofa in the living room-that was the place where Songran had masturbated on the phone. At that time, Songran’s gasp was sweet and seductive, making him on the other side of the ocean. Nearly gaffe. He felt a peculiar itch, and suddenly wanted to have **** with Songran on this sofa, so he made a decision: “Use yours.”

“Ok.”

Song Ran nodded.

He had a strong physiological reaction, his **** was tightly tied in his jeans, and his erection became so full and painful. He Zhiyuan hugged him, touching his fingers along his back spine section by section, touching his buttocks, and then wrapped his buttocks with his trousers and pressed hard against his crotch, trying to relieve some of the heat through friction.

Maybe it’s been too long since I haven’t spoken loudly, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out.

One side is bright, one side is dark, and outlines the outline of the man-eyebrow bones, nose bridge, lower jaw, and Adam’s apple. The facial lines are sharp and sharp, with a **** roughness.

It’s his favorite look.

Songran looked at He Zhiyuan obsessively, stretched out his hand, and stroked the slightly hot ridgeline inch by inch with his fingertips. He Zhiyuan swallowed suddenly when he encountered the Adam’s apple, the protruding but not sharp cartilage slid across Song Ran’s sensitive finger pads, and instantly aroused a desire to destroy the world.

He retracted his hand like an electric shock, his eyes damp.

At that moment, they had an indescribable tacit understanding-He Zhiyuan held Songran’s **** hand and lifted it vigorously, Songran jumped with his strength, his two legs were tightly coiled behind his waist, and the whole person was hanging on. On him.

“I changed my mind, let’s go… to your room…”

Songran hooked He Zhiyuan’s neck with his left elbow, fumbled with his right hand to the front of the front, and unbuttoned his shirt indiscriminately. At the same time, he leaned forward and kissed his cheek and lips eagerly, begging: “Mr. He, please. …Fuck me in your bed.”