occupy boyfriend

There is a strong sense of the New Year in the small town, and people still follow the old customs of many years ago. The whole family eats New Year’s Eve dinner and watches the Spring Festival Gala together.

Song Jin was at home this year, and Song Xiuzhi specially cooked a "Liu Liu Da Shun" New Year's Eve dinner. The table was filled with six meat and six vegetables. The mother and son cuddled and chatted intimately, watching TV with each other.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Song Xiuzhi couldn't bear it any longer, she packed up the dishes and went to bed, and asked Song Jin to set off firecrackers and go to bed early.

Song Jin was a little absent-minded, lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, poked Xing Li Kun's name, wondering if he should make a call.

Not long ago, he also stayed in the Shengjin convenience store in the middle of the night, thinking of Han Sheng on his phone, but thinking about it now, the tastes are very different, one is bitter bamboo juice, and the other is sweet syrup.

There was a sudden rattling of the window pane, Song Jin raised his head, it was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Then there was another sound.

"Who?" Song Jin became alert, touched the mop stick in the corner and walked over, carefully pulled out the latch, and slammed it out with the stick!

The man grabbed the stick without saying a word and pulled it, put his strong arms across Song Jin's waist, pulled him halfway out of the window, and hugged him roughly to his chest, the prickly stubble on his chin brushed against Song Jin's forehead , breathing heavily, "Where is your stick poking?"

Almost got into a fight with my big baby!

Song Jin blushed all of a sudden, "Let go! The wooden edge is on my stomach..."

Xing Likun smiled lowly, supported Song Jin's creaking nest, and copied him out of the room like a child.

"..." Song Jin came to his senses after landing on the ground, and slapped him, "You can't let me go through the front door? It's locked inside! I have to open the window in a while!"

"It's okay, I'll carry you in again." Xing Likun squeezed Song Jin's clothes, and took off his coat to cover others. Song Jin's clothes directly covered the hollows of his legs, and his hands had to be peeled from the sleeves , very warm.

He pulled people and walked out of the yard.

"Hey, where are you going? The whip will be set off at twelve o'clock."

"It's too late!"

Xing Likun drove all the way to the open space where he took the helicopter that day, the headlights of the car flicked on, and Song Jin's eyes lit up as well—good guy, so many fireworks!

Boys seem to be born with an instinct to be eager to try guns and guns.

When I was young, my family was not well-off, and Song Jin didn’t play many fancy tricks, the best ones were Sky-Changing Monkey and Er Tijiao, and the one I played the most was Scattered Whip for free, picking up other people’s houses that didn’t blow up, and kept them in a tin box Playing slowly in the house, the whip twister is short and the explosion is fast. It collapsed several times, leaving a white mark, which took a long time to go down.

Later, the family situation improved, and he was getting older, so he was embarrassed to play with firecrackers alone. Later, he met Han Sheng. Han Sheng's parents were abroad, and they celebrated foreign festivals since they were young. They never set off firecrackers for the New Year. Habit.

He turned his head to look at Xing Likun, who was leaning against the front of the car with his arms crossed, his thick eyes brushing against the light at the corner, looking at him intently.

Song Jin wandered around the half-meter-square firework stakes, and bent down to fish for long-tube signal flares and colorful jumping boats, feeling very excited.

Xing Likun stepped on the snow and walked over, lit a cigarette and handed it over, "Which one should I light first?"

"The biggest one!" Song Jin lit the fuse with a cigarette, pulled Xing Likun up and ran, stopped a dozen meters away, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, looking forward to it, and the firework stakes sprayed up one after another The dark sky exploded with colorful and gorgeous flowers.

So beautiful, so lively!

Song Jin yelled excitedly—this is called Chinese New Year, what's the point of watching the silly Spring Festival Gala at home?

After so many years of onlookers, the man finally ordered it himself!

Song Jin watched the fireworks, Xing Likun watched his wife, and went around to hug her, but Song Jin bumped his nose, "..."

The snow under the firework pile was not solid, and it was overturned on the last one, flying towards where they were standing at an angle, Xing Likun hurriedly grabbed Song Jin and ran to the side, Song Jin tripped and fell on the snowdrift Li laughed out loud, overjoyed.

Xing Likun turned around and went to light a few other firework stakes, and he also lay down next to Song Jin, watching those fireworks explode into the air in this small world, dyeing the night with a magnificent purple red, filled with the unique smoke of gunpowder.

The two lay side by side, Xing Likun silently bowed to Song Jin, but Song Jin didn't move.

The Second Young Master Xing started from being able to get hard from a young dick, falling in love is tantamount to making an appointment for sex, and breaking up after the appointment. He has never done these things to flatter anyone.

But he was willing to curry favor with Song Jin. When he saw Song Jin smiling, he was very happy. Only this person could make him rare to the bottom of his heart.

Xing Likun's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned over and put him on Song Jin's body. Song Jin was so anxious that he broke his head, "I can't even see it anymore, don't block me!"

"..."

Song Jin, "...what are you doing?"

Xing Likun couldn't hold back anymore, he suddenly lowered his head, his tongue forcefully curled up Song Jin's lips, and swept away the entire army.

Song Jin was taken aback, and finally closed her eyes obediently, and wrapped her arms around Xing Likun's neck.

He was willing to open his heart and believe again, and he felt that this time... he would not be disappointed again.

The two people's lips and teeth blend together, the tip of the tongue repeatedly hooks and entangles, rubs the sensitive oral mucosa, and deeply exchanges each other's tastes.

Xing Likun licked and pressed domineeringly, sucked the tip of his tongue, bit his lips, and rubbed the depths of Song Jin's mouth roughly with his tongue. Song Jin echoed him drowsily, all his senses were detonated by this kiss .

After finally taking the time to change his breath, the man hooked his chin again and showed a difficult vacuum kiss, well, he suffocated it again.

Song Jin was so angry that he groaned and beat people, what the hell is kissing?

... It's killing me!

The ground shook as the two men kissed, melting the snow under their bodies, the fireworks went out suddenly, but a strong fire ignited in their eyes, the head-on collision between the male hormones was destructive, making Song Jin's scalp tense... ...so cool.

Xing Likun stared at him with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Well……"

Song Jin let out a groan from his throat, the strong suffocation accompanied by quick dare to break through the nerves, and he was almost kissed, how embarrassing!

Xing Likun let go, and suddenly pulled the person into his arms, his rough fingertips seemed to be carrying electric current, burning his skin inch by inch, Song Jin was panting violently and trembling, his single eyelid was half drooping, and the inside was dripping with water.

I was sucked so hard just now, and my lips were wooden and I couldn't speak clearly, "Don't, don't, no..."

Xing Likun bit his neckline, the buttons fell off, and rubbed his butt with a hoarse voice, "It's not working here? Then where do you think it's going to work?"

"Nowhere!" Song Jin was so angry that he squeezed Xing Likun's stubble and gritted his teeth, "Are you a dog? Don't bite me!"

Xing Likun ignored people and continued to gnaw on Song Jin's collarbone. Is it easy for men to hold back for so long.

He unbuttoned Song Jin's waistband, and was taken aback for half a minute, "Fuck, what the hell is this...it's dead!"

Song Jin laughed, "My mother asked me to wear a red belt for Chinese New Year, it's auspicious."

It's so lucky!

Xing Likun narrowed his eyes, the mother-in-law gave... that can't be torn.

He held Song Jin's waist, "Bao, lie down, I will untie it for you."

"I can't..." Song Jin sighed, and touched the back of Xing Likun's neck comfortingly, "I'm going to spend the New Year with my mother, what does it look like with a hunched waist and legs?"

Xing Likun coaxed him, "I'll take it easy."

Song Jin, "..."

With your model, can a human weapon be avoided with a little effort?

Xing Likun pestered him for a while, Song Jin kept a straight face and didn't let go, the one who hurt his wife held up a white flag, and fell to the side panting, his warm palm scalded the snow beside him into a hole, which couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart .

Song Jin was also furious and didn't dare to be next to him anymore. He straightened his clothes and continued to light fireworks, yelling, shouting and laughing like a child. Xing Likun sat up and looked at him with black eyebrows. With a sharp arc drawn, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he lit a cigarette and watched his family treasure play a demon in the snow.

Song Jin is not a very lively person, and it is rare for him to play around like this once, and he is so courageous that he points to the monkey and releases him to torture Li Kun.

Xing Likun stepped on it nimbly, kicked it backwards, and it just exploded on the snowdrift next to Song Jin, blowing the scum all over his face.

After setting off the pile of cannons, the two sat back in the car. Song Jin was so hot that he shook off his coat and lowered the seat half-lying down.

Xing Likun studied the hickey marks and tooth marks on his neckline with his eyes, finally turned his head, and stepped on the gas pedal to go home without saying a word.

Song Jin heard a sound in a daze, "Thunder?"

Xing Likun, "...No."

"?"

"Hungry, I was driving and didn't eat dinner." Xing Likun said that he was very pitiful, "I haven't been home these days, and I follow my brother to run around, so I can't eat a decent meal."

When Xing Zeqi heard that he was definitely going to whip him—the sum of several dinners is enough to change the car, what kind of high-end stomach are you?

Song Jin really felt distressed, took a toffee from his pocket and fed it to someone first, "Hurry up, I'll go back and make you bacon noodle soup."

In fact, there were still a lot of food left over from the New Year's Eve dinner, but he was reluctant to let Xing Likun eat the leftovers.

Xing Likun smacked the toffee, feeling sweeter in his heart.