Pastel Colours - Chapter 43

[Small Theater·Part 1] The daily business of Song’s Wonton Shop

One day, twelve o’clock at midnight.

Mr. He sent out the last work email, took a hot shower in the bathroom, came out wearing a bathrobe, and saw a large pile of white quilts on the bed.

He walked to the bed and stood still, folded his arms and smiled: “Wonton shop is open today?”

“How dare it be closed.” A sullen voice came from the quilt, “The shop doors have been opened for you, and the cook has stabbed you. I have to give you as many meals as you want.”

Mr. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out his special tableware for eating wontons.

A condom, a bottle of lubricant.

Hearing the sound, Dabai wonton visibly trembled, and tremblingly moved ten centimeters to the side of the bed, and Mr. He, who was appetite, hugged him back.

Songran poked her head out of her messy black hair: “Mr. He, can we eat a little more civilized today? I haven’t been in time for a few days.”

Standing and painting, my back hurts.

Sitting and painting, **** hurts.

Cycling to the kindergarten to pick up the cloth, my waist and **** hurt together, and the principal asked me if I was disabled.

“Keep the green hills here, don’t be afraid that there will be no firewood. You cooked the cook to death, and you can’t eat good wontons. Isn’t this the truth?” Songran understands reason and moves with affection, “Mr. He, please …”

Mr. He was unmoved, took the wonton filling out of the wonton wrapper, took off his underwear and pressed it on the bed.

“What do you call me, eh?”

Songran blinked: “Mr. He.”

“wrong.”

Songran changed his words: “Zhiyuan.”

“wrong.”

Songran ashamed: “Husband.”

“wrong.”

“…”

Songran roared intolerably: “I love doing it or not, I would rather die than cry!”

Mr. He is a very patient partner and never compels Song Ran. He kisses passionately, touches tenderly, and pampers his beloved as much as he can.

A bowl of fresh soup and small wontons emptied the bottom of the bowl one by one.

In the middle of the night, Songran finally couldn’t hold it, crying and panting and shouted: “Dad…Dad!”

Mr. He was very satisfied, paid a substantial amount of “meal money”, and left the wonton shop.

The next morning, Mr. He drove the cloth to the kindergarten.

Bubu said, “Paba, I miss the little wonton my brother wrapped. He hasn’t wrapped it for me in a long time! You asked him to wrap it again.”

“Okay, let him give you the bag tomorrow.” He Zhiyuan licked his lips, “It tastes like ‘kids’.”

As for the “adult taste”… only he can touch it.

[Small Theater·Part 2] The constant contradiction between the predecessor and the present

One night, the wontons were cooked and the tableware was set. Before eating, Mr. He suddenly became interested, and wanted to seriously mediate the conflict between the “predecessor” and the “current” in the sketch with Chef Song.

The ex complained: “Baby, we haven’t seen each other yet. You turned me into an ex without even giving me the chance you won. I’m very sad. Come, give me a comforting kiss.”

Song Ran blushed: “Tweet.”

The incumbent sighed: “He is obviously the ex, you can kiss him at every turn. My wife cheated in person and I was very hurt. Come, give me a confession kiss.”

Song Ran blushed: “Tweet.”

The predecessor then tempted him: “Look, I’m handsome, I have a good figure, and I have good taste in clothes. Doesn’t it suit your appetite? Come, give me a kiss, and I will take off a piece of clothing in person.”

Song Ran blushed: “Tweet.”

The incumbent expressed dissatisfaction: “Look, I’m super rich, gentle, and obedient to you. Isn’t that suitable for a partner? Come, give me a kiss, and I will fulfill your wish.”

Song Ran blushed: “Tweet.”

The former’s face was stunned: “No matter what, it’s always insecure to hold the name of the predecessor. To make up for the sense of security, you kiss me a few more times as compensation.”

Songran blushed: “Tweet.”

The present has a face of contempt: “As an incumbent, is it possible to be self-willed, as many kisses as you want?”

Songran blushed: “Tweet, twee…”

The predecessor made an inch: “Since you became the predecessor, you belonged to another person, and I will never kiss you again. Come and give the rest of your life to your dear predecessor.”

Songran twisted his hips in shame: “How many more kisses are you going to get in?”

Mr. He smiled badly: “Don’t worry, there are still a few books left to settle the predecessor and current post.”

Songran wanted to cry without tears: “Why are you so careful! I’m wrong, why can’t I be wrong, you just plug in…”

[Little Theater·Part Three] Rape and Eliminate Evil Peter Pan

Bubu is young and courageous, and he is very afraid of thunder.

It was raining and thundering that night. He was frightened holding his cloth pocket, and ran to look for his father and brother next door, only to find that the door was locked.

He knocked, but the door did not open.

Knocked again, but the door still didn’t open.

When he knocked to the twentieth time, the door finally opened slowly.

Dad looked down at him naked, with a bath towel around his waist, his skin sweaty, and his face looked unpleasant. The elder brother was nestled in the quilt, his neck and ears were big red, and he trembled and panted and asked him: “Bobu, what’s the matter?”

Boob climbed onto the bed, rubbed into his brother’s hot arms, and said, “It’s thundering, so scared, I want my brother to sleep with him.”

Dad sighed and turned around and went into the bathroom.

The brother said awkwardly, but his expression looked almost crying.

Bubu hugged his brother to sleep, sleeping soundly and soundly. In the second half of the night, a thunder awakened him, and he sat up quickly, and found him alone on the bed.

This time, the door of the opposite video room was locked.

He ran to knock on the door persistently.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

“Dad, brother, are you in there?”

After 30 consecutive knocks, the door finally opened. Dad came out holding a muddy brother and placed him on the big bed in the master bedroom. He reached out and touched Bubu’s head and called him out to talk.

Really, no matter how hard you set the rules, not only will there be a psychological shadow on Songran, but his sexual function will be affected.

So this evening, Bubu learned a new knowledge: when his father and brother locked the door, it represented that they were transformed into Peter Pan and were eradicating the evil forces in the world. Knock on the door.

Well, it looks great.

Bubu is deeply proud of them!

[Small Theater·Fourth] Every drop of milk is mine

When someone else’s xiaoshu is **** to orgasm, they will have watery eyes, hungry and vaguely said: “Please… please shoot me…”

And when Songran was **** to orgasm, she would wrap her legs tightly around Mr. He’s waist, and gritted her teeth and said: “Shoot me all, in the innermost part, don’t give them a drop! No, even a sperm. Don’t give it to them!”

Mr. He hurriedly said: “Baby, calm down, it’s all yours, all yours.”

So Songran fell asleep contentedly with a white **** in her ass…

[Small Theater·Fifth] The abnormal man has eight pack abs

One night after eating the small wontons, Songran was covered with red marks and lay sleepily in the bathtub: “I have been entangled with something for a long time, you can answer it.”

Mr. He held the blister bottle: “What’s the matter?”

Speaking, he picked up a handful of shower milk foam and evenly rubbed it on Song Ran’s thigh.

Songran turned sideways and leaned gently on his shoulder: “Seriously, are you bent by me, or are you bent?”

Mr. He smiled: “Is there a difference?”

“There is a difference.” Songran complained, “You bend too fast, I am very unfulfilled.”

Mr. He rubbed Songran’s hair with his foamy hands: “How to say it, I really don’t care whether it is straight or curved. If you are a girl, I will apply the Cartesian coordinate system. If you are a boy, I will apply it. Surface coordinate system.”

Songran took a bite of him: “Talking about people.”

“I was bend by you, are you satisfied?” Mr. He patted his straight butt, “You don’t know how cute and cute you are when you squat on the phone.”

Songran muttered: “Uncle pervert, it’s weird to be cute.”

He Zhiyuan lifted his chin: “You say it again?!”

Songran smiled: “Uncle pervert… hey hey hey hey!”

The handsome perverted uncle slammed his hand and pinched a red fingerprint on Song Ran’s ass, which made him squeak in the bathtub.

After taking a shower, I went to bed again.

Songran straddled Mr. He’s waist and directed him: “Inhale!”

Mr. He inhaled, and his eight-pack abdominal muscles tightened at the same time, drawing a neat and beautiful line.

Songran stretched out his hand, touched it enviously, and drooled: “You have also taken me to practice for a while, why don’t I have such a good-looking abs?”

“Don’t worry.” Mr. He comforted him, “Eight pack abdominal muscles, at most only four pieces are trained, and the other four pieces are eaten. You have a problem with your protein and carbohydrate intake, and you need to adjust the nutritional ratio. It will be fine in a few months.”

The muscles in front of him were strong and powerful, too tempting. Songran looked at him and couldn’t help but bowed his head and kissed him.

“I really want it.”

He rested on the base of Mr. He’s leg, stared at the abdominal muscles and prodded a few times, then pressed a few times and let out a long sigh.

Mr. He’s eyes deepened: “We have kissed here, do you want to… kiss a little more?”

Songran blushed: “Take a break today, stop, and go out of business.”

Mr. He propped up the bed and sat up, fished Songran into his arms, deceived him, and tempted him with a little bit of coquettishness: “It’s all regular customers, for the sake of eating so many meals before, no Can you extend me an hour? I have been doing good waist strength recently, and I promise to be as cool as the previous time.”

Songran turned his head in shame: “Why are you even more difficult than Boob…”

Mr. He smiled and said: “It’s not difficult for me to coax, let me eat and I will be fine.”

“Fat?!” Songran punched him hard, “Have you eaten enough?”

Mr. He smiled and promised: “I’m 80% full today, and it’s still the last meal. I swear, it’s definitely the last meal.”

Songran had to admit his fate and turned his sorrow into lust, took out the lubricant and condom under the pillow and threw it to Mr. He, clasping his neck with both hands: “You’re full, I’m not full yet. You… Work hard and don’t make me hungry.”

“Okay, you must not be hungry.”

Mr. He leaned down and pecked at the base of Songran’s ear.

[Small Theater·Part 6] Chef Song gained two catties

Songran has a strong obsession with abdominal muscles. She has been sweating in the gym for the past two months, and she has to practice for 90 minutes every day. Mr. He feared that his innocent little chef would be stared at by other hungry wolves and take him back, causing him not to eat wontons in the future, so he offered to serve as a sparring partner.

Songran refused without thinking about it: “Everyone is doing abdominal muscle training, so don’t mix it up. Keep the current state and don’t move. Give me a chance to catch up, thank you.”

In secret, treacherous thoughts began, but Jiner tried to feed Mr. Fatty He with a high-calorie, high-fat, high-carbohydrate fattening package. Mr. He’s eyes are so keen. The first time he was recruited unfortunately, the second time he found clues from his ill-intentioned and attentive smile, and tried every means to coax him into the stomach of Songran.

Songran failed in his big plan. He dug a hole and jumped on his own. After ten days of gaining two catties, he was so regretful that he had to carry out a one-month diet plan: first make a normal dinner for Bubu and Mr. He every day, and then open another one. At the small stove, make yourself a plate of purple cabbage latte with only oil and vinegar sauce as a meal.

Seeing him this way, Mr. He put down the dishes and chopsticks and went into the kitchen seriously. Five minutes later he held up the spatula and threw a golden poached egg and a piece of fried chicken breast on his plate: “I can support you, practice Just practice the muscles, there is no need to starve to death.”

Songran finished the salad with an old face red, and was grabbed before he could stray, standing side by side with Bubu, and taking a fitness and nutrition class with Teacher He.

Bubu curled up his small arms and bulged his biceps, which were completely invisible, and shouted proudly, “Boobu Hercules!”

Songran hurriedly clapped his hands and cheered: “Bobo is amazing!”

Mr. He coughed twice, Songran only felt a cold in the back of his neck, turned his head reflexively, and smiled: “Eat regularly, eat regularly in the future!”

【Small Theater·Part Seven】Mr. He’s Big Mushroom

One summer night, Songran came home from the gym in sweat, and casually greeted the father and son who were reading fairy tales on the sofa, ran into the master bedroom, took off the tight vest and started taking a shower.

Twenty minutes later, he came out of the bathroom wet with a towel, and Mr. He was already sitting on the bedside reading a book with a Kindle.

“It’s fruitful!” He squeezed the harder belly, threw himself on the big bed, stretched out a salted pig hand and pulled off the belt of Mr. He’s nightgown, “Quickly, let me observe the model sample again!”

Mr. He stayed still, without blinking his eyelids, he allowed the other party to lie beside him with his two big white legs, buttocks up, looking at eight enviable abdominal muscles intently.

Songran observed for a long time, and concluded with a guilty conscience: “Only a little bit worse than you.”

Just a little bit.

Mr. He smiled: “Well, a little bit.”

In fact, his tone is very pampering, without any irony. In fact, he also understands Songran’s hard work in the past two months, but Songran is extremely sensitive because of forcibly “nearly”, on Mr. He’s waist. He pinched hard: “You are amazing! Don’t show off, do you hear?”

Mr. He smiled and moved his waist: “Don’t dare, don’t dare.”

Songran couldn’t compare, and cautiously launched a mocking attack on Mr. He’s abdominal muscles.

“Does this look like a vegetable border?” He gestured left and right with both hands. “Look, they are neatly arranged one by one, especially like a plowed field.”

Mr. He showed half of his face from behind the Kindle, and sighed helplessly: “I really admire your imagination.”

Songran smiled and accepted the “praise”: “You are absurdly praised.”

Mr. He put the Kindle away and put it next to his pillow. He looked down at Songran and rubbed his damp black hair after taking a shower: “I said it was like diced tofu and waffles. …Where does it look like? Your hair should be cut, it’s a bit long.”

Songran was very dissatisfied with the questioning of his imagination as a children’s illustrator. He shook his head, grabbed a piece of black body hair beside Mr. He’s belly button and pulled it up, and said ambiguously, “Hey It’s obviously growing grass, and it’s not a vegetable bed.”

“Song Ran…”

Mr. He first felt a slight tingling in his lower abdomen, followed by a fever, and the burning blood quickly poured down and gathered somewhere, awakening the sleeping giant in his underwear.

The response was amazing.

How strong the sexual attraction between lovers is can always be explained by the speed, hardness and durability of the erection.

Songran moved Mr. He with a word, full of pride, and his heart was already so swayed to drive a motorboat, but the surface was silent, and his eyes were still innocent and pure, but his fingers became restless, and he ran into the hair. The edge of the underwear got deeper and deeper, and finally gathered the hot thing.

“what is this?”

He asked knowingly, holding the stem and slowly stroking it up.

Mr. He’s lips were dry, and his Adam’s apple was throbbing: “Newly grown… mushrooms.”

Songran curled his eyebrows and asked with a smile: “It’s strange, it’s not a vegetable border, how can such a big mushroom grow?”

Mr. He suffers from his passion and needs to be released, so he can only succumb to Songran’s whimsical theories, no longer trying to restore the image of abdominal muscles, pinching the thin waist and pressing the person against the bed, kissed fiercely: “It’s Caiqi… No, what you say is what it is.”

Mr. He’s vegetable bed was caught in the spring rain tonight, it was drenched with water drops everywhere. There was originally a large mushroom growing next to the vegetable bed, but Song Ran, who likes mushrooms, discovered it and picked it away with satisfaction.

But that’s okay.

Because Mr. He’s vegetable border is rich in mushrooms, many large mushrooms will grow out in the future, so he can feed his own vegetable border before he can plough it.