Stand-in self-cultivation

When the mischievous sunlight squeezed in through the gap and slowly moved onto Jia Ran's face, the sleepy man bounced off the bed as if electrified.

Jia Ran scratched his hair in a daze, and put his hand on his waist before turning his head numbly to look at the man who had been thrown away by him.Fuck, what time is it?What happened yesterday?The two of them made a night?How many times have you ejaculated yourself?How many times did he cum?

It was like drinking to a broken piece, Jia Ran was at a loss for a long time and didn't know what to do.Soon, he realized that today was Sunday, so it was supposed to be fine, but he had informed Qian Haozheng that he would be working overtime today—fuck!It's over, it's already noon!Why didn't the alarm go off? !

Ma Qiming slept like a dead pig, not knowing how time has spoiled him, but he was still snoring.Gazing at him, Jia Ran stretched out his arms to feel around, and finally found his cell phone under the other's pillow.The alarm should have been pressed by Ma Qiming, but fortunately the group was as quiet as a chicken, only the message from Qian Haozheng.

Money is hard to earn: [hug] [hug] The meeting time has been changed to [-]:[-] p.m., you have a cold, take care of your health.

...what a fucking talent.Jia Ran hastily replied "received", threw the phone aside and rubbed his face vigorously.

"..." Ma Qiming, who was woken up by the phone, also bounced up, saw Jia and then lay back slowly, not forgetting to take him back into his arms.

Jia Ran lay down obediently, laying her head on Ma Qiming's arm naturally without feeling anything wrong.

"Did you ring the alarm?"

Ma Qiming said "Yes" calmly, but unfortunately he still couldn't hide his uneasiness, "I see that Qian Hao is changing the meeting time, thinking about letting you sleep for a while, you were too tired last night."

Jia Ran was angry with him, and sneered: "Once you are born and you are familiar with it twice, it's good if you do more, and it's not the first time, so why are you tired. I think you are old and your physical strength is not good enough?"

"..." Knowing that Jia Ran did it on purpose, Ma Qiming was forced to light a fire early in the morning, the kind that can start a prairie fire!Pretend, just pretend.Eyeballs whirled around, Ma Qiming put his arms around Jia Ran and pressed him into his arms, snoring hard at his hair.

"Let go, let go, Ma Qiming, did you push your nose on your face?" Jia Ran impatiently slapped his hand away, groped to find the phone, turned his back and started to see if he missed any news .

The person who pushed his nose on his face stretched his neck carefully, looked at Jia Ran and then brushed Moments, restlessly lingered on Jia Ran's waist, sniffed his nose like a dog, until his nasal cavity was covered by Jia Ran's Let go only when the body smell is full.

After swiping for a while, it seemed to be connected to the previous one. Jia Ran put down the phone, rolled over him and got out of bed without a word, and stopped suddenly after taking two steps.

Ma Qiming squinted his eyes, admiring the liquid flowing down the inner side of that big white leg, and his whole body was agitated.

"..."

"..."

Ma Qiming immediately realized Jia Ran's intention of swearing, turned over from the bed and jumped up, hugged him horizontally, and rushed into the bathroom.

"Fuck you, you bastard bastard, did you fucking cum all over your head?"

Jia Ran raised his voice by an octave, and his voice was even a little broken. Ma Qiming put him into the bathtub three times, five times and two times. He grabbed his legs and carried him to the side of the bathtub. Then the man pulled the shower head and squatted down. The action caught him off guard, and by the time he reacted, the man had already concentrated his hand on a certain position, and was seriously pulling out his billions of descendants.

"If you hold it in for a long time, the amount will be large. I only ejaculated three times last night. I have already helped you get some out, and there is not much left."

With a gloomy face, Jia Ran picked up the things around him and threw them at Ma Qiming's face.The latter forcibly restrained his urge to hide, and let the soap box cut a small slit on his forehead.

"Don't move." He said calmly, his hands were gentle. After adjusting the water temperature, he washed away the thick white turbidity that stayed between his buttocks with a fishy smell. liquid traces.

Jia Ran leaned on the bathtub with his legs spread wide, and looked at Ma Qiming without saying a word, and he didn't even feel ashamed.On the contrary, Ma Qiming felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. Fortunately, he had a thicker skin after living, and he was able to clean things up smoothly under Jia Ran's camera-like eyes.

After finally washing and packing the walking camera and sending it to the bedroom, the man who has been wandering on the verge of speeding can finally release himself.Without the monitoring of the camera, he hoisted the flag and sneaked into the bedroom, planning to perform another flag-lowering ceremony while taking a bath.

After leaving the steaming bathroom, Jia Ran was unusually calm. After lying down for a while, he estimated that Ma Qiming would not be able to get out for a while when he went to lower the flag, so he grabbed the towel and went back to his bedroom, and found some clothes to change into.After finishing all this work, I took a look at the battlefield where they fought hard yesterday - paper towels all over the floor, crumpled sheets, pillowcases full of water stains, deep water marks on the sheets... and the wide open cabinet.

That was the cabinet he had opened halfway through yesterday.

Kneeling down, Jia Ran took out the unopened lubricating oil and a box of okabooks inside, and checked the date—well, as expected, it expired, and this thing has no use for him for three years. I really don't know what to say.

The room that has not been opened for ventilation is full of lust, and the traces of love are even more unsightly.Giving up the idea of ​​calling hourly workers, Jia Ran quickly picked up the paper and threw it into the trash can, then wrapped all the four-piece bedding sets together, wrapped them in sheets and stuffed them into a huge trash bag—including The bottle of expired lube and the box of condoms.

After finishing all this, the refreshed Ma Qiming also got out of the bathroom, walked the bird carelessly into the bedroom.Remembering that he had accidentally thrown Ma Qiming's dirty clothes into a plastic bag like trash just now, Jia Ran had no choice but to rummage through the box to find a loose dress and shorts and throw them to Ma Qiming for him to change into temporarily.

"Are you hungry, baby?"

Jia Ran was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and stared at Ma Qiming with a strange look.

The man is inexplicable: "?"

"What did you call me?"

"Baby, baby."

"Disgusting, is it disgusting? You're the one who's on the fourth floor, who the hell is your son." Jia Ran rolled his eyes, "Hurry up and ask Old Wen to bring you clothes, I don't have anything you can wear."

Ma Qiming was choked: "Didn't you forgive me? Yesterday I called you baby and you agreed..."

Jia Ran sneered: "Do you believe what you say on the bed? How old are you? Huh?"

An hour later, Ma Qiming sneezed earth-shatteringly while sitting in Lao Wen's car.

Old Wen hesitated to speak and looked at Ma Qiming in the rearview mirror: "Although it doesn't seem that cold here, it's almost winter after all, Mr. Ma, you should pay more attention to your body."

Ma Qiming had a gloomy face and said nothing, but he took the coat that Old Wen handed him honestly.

An hour ago, Jia Ran showed him what it means to be a lively little white-eyed wolf: takeaway for one person, not giving him water, kicking him out of the house early, opening the door and throwing him A bag of trash.But he believed that Jia Ran hadn't completely turned into a white-eyed wolf, at least he still had a little bit of humanity to him-he at least notified Old Wen to bring him clothes when he came to pick him up, didn't he?He was also asked to wear leather shoes instead of slippers to go out.

Old Wen was helpless, seeing that Ma Qiming was about to have a runny nose, so he hurriedly found a place to park and went in to buy a bowl of hot soup, hurriedly urged Ma Qiming to drink it, and then he got better.

Seeing that Ma Qiming had calmed down, Old Wen, who was wandering aimlessly in the car, asked, "Mr. Ma, where are we going?"

Ma Qiming pondered, it's just noon now, and Jia Ran has a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon..."Let's go back to the hotel first, you don't have to follow me this afternoon, the car can also drive away. Inform Zhang Yun to let her drive the repaired car directly to the hotel. Go out to drive that one at night. Remember, it’s between five o’clock.”

On the other end, Jia Ran, who had eaten, ignored his discomfort, hurriedly packed a few pieces of luggage, and drove to the company.After having a meeting with the people in the R&D department, I asked Li Zhiyuan to keep an eye on this side. I bought a high-speed rail ticket and went to the next city to run around for the new store on the same day, completely ignoring that there was another person who thought that he was in love after sleeping. The old man in Huaichun was persistently stalking downstairs of their company.

Qian Haozheng hung up the phone, and shook his head helplessly at Ma Qiming: "Mr. Jia, Mr. Jia didn't respond at all when he heard you were here. He... this person, one, has entered the working state, ten, ten, ten cows I can’t pull it back. I think you should do your own business first.”

"Give me his call and I'll tell him."

"Shu, Shu, I'm sorry." Qian Hao shook his head seriously, "If you have anything to do, you can contact the secretary in advance. Since you don't have Mr. Jia's private number, Shu, Shu, forgive me, I can't give you his private phone number directly. .”

"..." He had never seen such a strong and flexible person!

"Okay then, let him find me at this address when he's back." Ma Qiming took out his business card, which belonged to the tea company that Jia Ran was running with him.

Qian Haozheng took the business card and glanced at it. The position was general manager, so he nodded and put it in his pocket.