Dedicated to spoiling young masters

Peaceful and happy life, I love him, he loves me, always laughing together, nestling in the sofa, leaning in his arms, snuggling into a cat, cartoons, romance films, foam dramas, spitting To complain... These days, he spoils me.

Such days would pass quickly, and soon Che Yan fell into a new vortex of troubles - three months, Fang Donglin still slept with him in a separate room, and in their married life, the biggest criterion was kissing.

In the shallow autumn season, the ginkgo trees in the community turned yellow into a romantic golden color. When Fang Donglin took him for a walk below, it was indeed romantic, but the romance was too stagnant.

Fang Donglin said that he likes the current state, ah...but I don't like it!

lunch time.

Black fish slices with pickled vegetables, wild rice and whites, radish and meat bone soup, green beans with mashed garlic, fried vegetables with shiitake mushrooms, Fang Donglin can cook everything, Che Yan searched his study room, but couldn't find any documents about the chef certificate.

To tie a man's heart, tie the man's stomach first, Che Yan agrees with this point, in this respect, Fang Donglin is a master of husband...

However, the highest state of controlling husband is of course...

Therefore, Che Yan's appetite is getting worse day by day.

Food and clothing, thinking about lust|desire, this is more worthy of approval, four months, such a long time, hey, it is like being a monk.

Fang Donglin said that after chasing him for a few years, did he rely on his cooking skills? No, it can't be that there is such a big gap before and after amnesia.

If it weren't for the spiritual food of love, who would have endured it for such a long time when two people fought like fire.

After taking a sip of the soup, Che Yan put down his chopsticks and asked, "Fang Donglin, do you admire platonic feelings?"

Fang Donglin smiled lightly. This smile was much hotter than before. It was gentle and affectionate. It would make people intoxicated. He didn't feel embarrassed about Che Yan's words. He took out a tissue and wiped the corners of Che Yan's mouth.

"Che Yan, I feel very happy. I have never been so happy. This life is enough."

These words are indeed affectionate. In the past three months, he often said such emotional words, as if he hadn’t said enough before, and he couldn’t say it in the future. Che Yan often felt that his feelings seemed to be stronger than his own, and he felt inexplicably There seems to be something stuck between them, like a gap that cannot be overcome, this feeling sometimes disappears, vaguely, and in a blink of an eye, I feel that I am thinking too much.

Unable to find a reason, Che Yan always thought that Fang Donglin took his feelings too seriously, or it was too sacred, so that every time Che Yan heard him say these words, he really couldn't bear to tear up the current situation .

"What do you think?" Fang Donglin wiped Che Yan's mouth, rested his hand on his face for a while, and asked softly, those eyes seemed to be looking forward to or longing for something, and they cherished it very much.

alright, you win.

After all, Che Yan didn't want to put any pressure on him on this issue, maybe he had too much evil thoughts, so he lowered his eyes and replied, "I think...it's pretty good too."

"Yeah." Fang Donglin smiled contentedly when he got this response.

"I took it."

"Well, come back soon."

After the meal, Che Yan asked Fang Donglin to make two more dishes and bring them to Wen Youle. After a long time, he and Wen Youle have become friends. The man is too lazy, and the kitchen is just a decoration. Apart from instant noodles, Che Yan really couldn't see it, sometimes he asked Wen Youle to come over to eat, and sometimes he brought it to him.

In fact, Che Yan spent more time in the past. The reason is that Wen Youle has a bad habit of eating when he comes here. Fang Donglin often stares at him creepily, so he doesn't like to come here. Of course, his lazy cancer is also one of the reasons.

He didn't even bother to open the door, so Wen Youle gave Che Yan a key a month ago.

After entering the room and putting the food on the coffee table, Che Yan went directly to the bedroom to arrest him: "It's one o'clock, have you had enough sleep?"

Wen Youle is very bright outside, but at home, he looks like a pile of tatters, and even wears his pajamas backwards.

As soon as I heard Che Yan's voice, I knew it was time for dinner. The stomach is a very loyal dog. Fang Donglin's craftsmanship is indeed superb, leaving Wen Youle's bedridden disease no room for development.

"The smell of fish is fish." Wen Youle opened his eyes vigorously, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, attracted by the food, and walked directly to the living room.

The coffee table in front of the TV is a universal area, where you can do everything.

Che Yan tore the paper and sat on the ground.

"Hey, let me say, why don't you tell Fang Donglin to open a restaurant and I'll take a share." Wen Youle mentioned this more than once.

Che Yan ignored him, but said seriously, "I have a question for you."

"Say it." Wen Youle's eating appearance is easily reminiscent of the second senior brother. He looks good, and his face is full of oily soup after eating.

"Do men and men not have sex?" Che Yan asked directly.

"Cough..." Surprised, Wen Youle took a breath and was stuck by the fishbone. He was very experienced, so he turned around and choked on a few mouthfuls of food, and passed.

Seeing that he was fine, Che Yan said, "It serves you right." He still handed him a bottle of water.

Wen Youle choked with tears in his eyes, took two sips of water and finally felt comfortable, grabbed a piece of paper and wiped it casually, then asked the question: "Who said there is nothing like that between men?"

Che Yan: "Fang Donglin and I slept in separate rooms for the past three months."

, Wen Youle's eyes widened: "Didn't you say that you two are very nice? I have been envious and jealous for so long, don't tell me that you have not done that kind of thing for so long?"

Che Yan nodded and looked at Wen Youle aggrievedly.

"My God!!" Wen Youle exclaimed, and asked incredulously, "Have you ever done it by hand?"

Che Yan shook his head.

"Where's the mouth?"

Shake your head...

Wen Youle asked in disbelief: "Have you ever touched it? Take a bath together or something?"

Che Yan simply confessed: "No, I have never seen what he looks like naked| naked."

Wen Youle poked Che Yan's forehead with his hand in hatred: "Didn't I tell you to implement every step, and not to close the door when taking a shower, Ah Xi, Fang Donglin's iceberg requires you to take the initiative to do it." OK."

Che Yan was really speechless, he was used to not closing the door when he took a shower, Fang Donglin would never come to see it, it was useless.

"Seduce, don't you know how to seduce your own man? Shut up in a room, and you can still touch the surface for three months, which is really good." Wen Youle was very anxious, like his son and daughter-in-law hadn't had sex in three months like.

"How can you be such a stupid person..."

Wen Youle chattered endlessly, and he never pointed the finger at Fang Donglin. Che Yan was fired up and said loudly: "He doesn't treat me, what should I do?"

"Ouch, my heart." Wen Youle held his chest, with a splitting headache: "He won't touch you, don't you know how to touch him? Anyway, it's legal, are you afraid of committing the crime of seduction?"

"I messed with him? How?" Che Yan really didn't know anything about this matter, so he was always in a passive state.

Wen Youle wanted to break a few words again, only to realize that this kid has amnesia, and he may have completely forgotten those things. Seeing how stupid and cute he is, love will inevitably overflow.

"Come here, I'll teach you." Wen Youle hooked Che Yan towards the bedroom.

Che Yan kicked back reflexively: "Nimma, I don't want to mess with you."

"..." Wen Youle rolled his eyes: "Who said I'm going to mess with you? Come here."

Forget it, living so close, he can't do anything out of the ordinary, so Che Yan walked into the bedroom with him.

Wen Youle installed the computer in the bedroom. When he saw the interface, he was really unrestrained. All kinds of films filled the screen. Those who didn’t know thought he was crazy, but those who knew said it was an employee education film.

"See, if you know how to guide, a kiss is enough." Wen Youle taught carefully, knowing the content of the film like the back of his hand, acting like a teacher, completely under-sampled.

But for Che Yan, this is too explosive, oh my god, that's not a kiss, it's almost turning his tongue into a faucet.

"That place will be comfortable too!!?" Che Yan was startled. On the screen, a man was rubbing the two spots on a man's chest vigorously, and the one being rubbed was so pleased.

"Of course, these places are happy development places." Wen Youle smiled evilly and lit a cigarette, looking at Che Yan like a baby, his expression was very interesting.

It's so dirty! ! !

What made Che Yan even more unimaginable was, would he dare to do this to Fang Donglin?Or would Fang Donglin do this to him?

"Come in..." The man who was rubbed just now on the screen crawled and said, and opened the back with his hands, and then a hunk man drove the barrel in with full power.

ah! ! !This scene has literally burst out of the atmosphere and has already left the earth's orbit. Che Yan's mouth is wide open, and he is about to lose his mind. The destructive power to the world view is too great.

Can I treat Fang Donglin like this?No, I don't want to be treated like this! !my God.

Wen You looked at Che Yan's expression, thinking that this kid didn't adapt to this style, so he immediately changed to another one. This one has a bit of literary style and a bit of plot.

Although this one seems to have eased up a lot, the impact of the previous one is still in the shadows. Che Yan stood up and walked outside. He really wanted to leave this place that ruined the three views. Think about how a clean person like Fang Donglin can be beaten. Treat it like this.

"Hey, I haven't finished yet." Wen Youle chased after him.

"No, I won't learn anymore." Che Yan refused as he walked: "It feels so dirty..."

Wen Youle grabbed Che Yan's hair: "Stinky boy, how do you talk? Do you dare to say that when you and Fang Donglin bite your ears, you won't react?"

"Yes, yes...but it's different." Che Yan turned around and said something.

Novices react like this. It stands to reason that Che Yan is not a chick. Unfortunately, he lost his memory and forgot all that. Now he is no different from a chick. Psychologically, it is a big hurdle, three months... Maybe Fang Donglin also considered this. Touching him, the first time, might leave a psychological shadow.

Wen Youle didn't persuade him much, raised his eyebrows at the door and said: "I gave you the USB flash drive last time, you can take a look at it some time, it will help."

"Isn't that the same thing?" Che Yan resisted. In fact, he thought it was these things, and he forgot about that because he got along with Fang Donglin.

Wen Youle shook his head: "No."

He looks so unpredictable.