Eat while hot

The two of them did it once in the driver's seat, and then ran to the back seat to do it again.

The seat at the back is wide, and the final position is the reclining position. Yang Moshu called "Sao" under Xu Wanhe's body, and his voice was soft, provoking people's hearts.

Xu Wanhe was even more excited when he heard it. After inserting the white ten for a while, the tone in his throat was dull.

After about three to five seconds, Xu Wanhe pulled out and peeled off the condom filled with semen.

Yang Moshu lay on the back seat and didn't bother to move, panting and looking at Xu Wanhe.

Look at this man with his head down and wipe his semen-stained abdominal muscles with a paper. In all likelihood, he ejaculated on it when he was riding. His shirt had already been ripped off, and his strong muscles were covered with oily skin. The sweat is very tempting.

Xu Wanhe wiped his body clean, and happened to meet Yang Moshu's eyes.

Yang Moshu's face was a little red, I don't know if it's because he hasn't sobered up yet,

Because I screamed so loudly just now, my voice is a little hoarse now.

"very hungry……"

Xu Wanhe's hair roots were soaked, and she moved to the driver's seat, "Didn't you get enough food just now?"

Yang Moshu turned over and lay on his side, "No, I'm really hungry and want to eat..."

Xu Wanhe lit a cigarette for herself, "You pick a place."

Hearing his words, Yang Moshu breathed a sigh of relief, "Go back to my house, I'll order rice noodles to eat by myself."

Xu Wanhe turned the key and started the car.

A gust of cold wind quickly came out from the air conditioner. Yang Moshu felt a little cold after lying down for a while, so he sat up and put on his clothes slowly.

I was sweating all over, although I was not as drunk as before, but my mind was still very clear.

After Yang Moshu got dressed and his own home arrived, Xu Wanhe drove directly to the downstairs of the community and turned off the lights.

Yang Moshu was pleasantly surprised, "Are you also together?"

Xu Wanhe was a little taken aback when he asked him such a question.

In fact, turning off the engine and preparing to get off the car is really an unconscious reflection.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, Xu Wanhe frowned,

"Can you control you?"

Yang Moshu went upstairs happily, "Then do you like rice noodles in meat soup or rice noodles in vegetarian soup?"

Xu Wanhe followed behind with a cigarette in his mouth, "Don't eat."

Yang Moshu was not so happy again, and opened the door, "I cook delicious."

"I don't eat that either."

Yang Moshu got a little angry, stood at the door to change his slippers, and handed Xu Wanhe a pair by the way, "Forget it if you don't eat."

After speaking, he went straight to the kitchen, found his favorite ingredients from the refrigerator, and painstakingly scooped up a bowl of fragrant rice noodles for himself.

A small lamp was on in the living room, and the windows were wide open. The evening breeze was blowing in from outside, making it cool and pleasant.

The rice noodles in the bowl are white and tender, and a piece of shiny luncheon meat is placed on top, which is also very pleasant to look at.

But what makes Yang Moshu most comfortable is not these things at all, but the man sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

Black and strong, with a slim fit, a pretentious face of [-] million, white trousers and black dog slippers that I bought, it is really pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Yang Moshu looked at Xu Wanhe's mouth full of saliva, put the bowl on the coffee table opposite the sofa, took a small stool and sat in front of him and began to slurp.

Xu Wanhe didn't know what to think, so he recovered and gave him a sidelong glance,

"Slow down, your fucking tongue isn't tired"

Yang Moshu whispered into his mouth cautiously, "It's a man who eats noodles and makes noise! ​​Women eat quietly. Could it be that you didn't make any movement when you ate?"

Xu Wanhe's expression turned ugly, "What you eat is not the sound, but the diaphragm."

Yang Moshu shook his head sympathetically, "It turns out that you are also a bitch, what will I do when I get old."

Xu Wanhe put out the cigarette butt, "You want to die, besides, I have a relationship with you whether I am old or not."

Yang Moshu sipped the soup, sweating slightly on his forehead, "It doesn't matter, we know each other, we are friends, and I'm a doctor, you can come to me when you get sick, it will be very useful for you to know someone like me when you get old."

Xu Wanhe thought about it, but yes, it's always good to know a doctor.

But it didn't feel right after a while,

"Fuck your mother, you're a neurologist. I'm old enough to have dementia, so I can use you, right?"

Yang Moshu eats about the same, "You are an amateur at first glance. Although I am a neurologist, I have studied everything else. I can treat headaches, vomiting and diarrhea."

Xu Wanhe snorted coldly, "I don't know how to take medicine for these diseases?"

Yang Moshu looked at him, his heart softened, "You are quite talented."

Then I remembered, "Actually, apart from my medical attainments, I have other advantages."

Xu Wanhe was really too lazy to talk to him, so he didn't say anything.

Yang Moshu said while eating, "I know how to cook."

"Oh."

Seeing that he didn't respond much, Yang Moshu continued, "Don't you think I look pretty white?"

"Oh."

Yang Moshu almost gave up, "By the way, when I was in college, I was a member of our literature club. I could write poems and was good at inventing love letters."

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Yang Moshu rolled his eyes,

"Is there anyone you want to chase after? I'll help you write a love letter."

Xu Wanhe thought for a while with a straight face, his expression was very unnatural,

"Is there any...fuck...can you write rose cards?"

Yang Moshu stared at him, gritted his teeth slightly, "Okay...Who are you writing to...Leave it to me, I guarantee you will catch up to him."