Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Song Boming really fell ill this time, lying on the bed for two days in a row, struggling to even raise his hands.

Things were getting better and better at the public school, so Wei Ziqing simply let go and devoted himself to serving men.

It's not that he's too used to Song Boming, it's really such a big one on the bed, he can fall down as soon as he says it, how can he feel relieved.

The people were tired of him, he went out for a while, and when he came back, he saw people staring at him eagerly, as if he had been abandoned.

One day Wei Ziqing came in with porridge and motioned for Song Boming to pick it up.

Song Boming was lying on the bed, looking weak: "I can't use my strength."

Wei Ziqing was a little puzzled, how could a fever be like being disabled.

"Let me feed you?"

Song Boming nodded slowly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Wei Ziqing put the bowl aside, helped him sit up, and sighed: "It's my fault if you're sick, I shouldn't be driving you out, we should talk about it if we have something to say."

Song Boming was already nodding his head in his heart, it seems that his trick is very useful!He even made the unreasonable Qing brother bow his head, it seems that he can still hold Qing brother.

But there was a wry smile on his face, not daring to be half complacent: "I made a mistake, I should suffer a little bit."

Wei Ziqing blew on the porridge in the spoon, and gently handed it to his mouth: "Is it hot?"

Song Boming took half a sip, frowned slightly, but swallowed it anyway: "It's hot."

"Is it still hot?"

Wei Ziqing didn't mind at all that the half spoonful of porridge in the spoon was his leftovers, he lightly passed it to his lips, tried it, and then blew on it.

Brother Qing's red lips were stained with a little porridge oil, and the white sticky stuff was sticky on it, but he didn't know it, so he moved closer and handed over the spoon again.

His eyes were soft like water, his cherry lips were slightly parted, and his face was full of concern.

"I tasted it, it's not hot."

Song Boming swallowed, and the place that Brother Qing had tasted slipped in his mouth, which made his heart flutter and his eyes became hot.

Brother Qing tugged at the spoon and found that he was biting his mouth tightly.

"What is this, do you eat it with a spoon?"

As soon as he looked up and met him, Wei Ziqing blushed slightly, and said angrily: "Why are you crazy, do you still want to eat?"

Song Boming spat out the spoon viciously, and stared at the smear around Qing's mouth.

"eat."

"Can I eat by myself again? Why are you different from time to time..."

Song Boming took the bowl and threw it aside, then pinched his chin with another hand.

Wei Ziqing frowned: "Eat when you eat, don't mess around."

Song Boming leaned over, breathing quickly: "There is something at the corner of your mouth."

As he spoke, he scraped gently with his thumb, the hand that held the weapon all year round was covered with thick calluses, and his rough fingers rubbed back and forth on his lips.

"Have you finished wiping?"

Wei Ziqing blushed, this person simply took the opportunity to bully him, which made him hurt.

Song Boming pulled the man forward, pressed his forehead, and let his breath hit his face.

"You can't wipe your fingers clean."

His voice was full of patience ready to go, and Wei Ziqing became shy. He didn't know what Song Boming wanted to do.

"You're still sick."

Brother Qing probably didn't intend to go out today, his waterfall-like long hair was casually tied into a bun, and the rest fell to his waist.

Song Boming tilted his head slightly, buried it in his neck, picked up a strand of hair and took a deep breath of the fragrance: "Afraid that I might transmit illness to you?"

Wei Ziqing was a little itchy from him, and Song Boming touched the skin behind his ear with his lips back and forth, as if away from him.

Wei Ziqing didn't know how to answer for a while, and subconsciously put his hand on his chest.

"Are you scared?"

The hoarse male voice asked again in his ear, and stretched his hands restlessly towards the back of his neck.

Wei Ziqing's teased body reacted, saying that he didn't want to be fake, such a man and sexy man, rubbing against your neck begging for sex, who can resist it?

"God, it's still bright."

It's only the afternoon, and he's going to prostitute himself in the daytime, which still challenges his bottom line a bit.

The man ignored his excuses, and lightly bit his earlobe, licking and biting back and forth in his mouth, only letting go until he was panting.

Then he leaned over to Brother Qing biting his lips that refused to speak: "I want it."

Wei Ziqing caught his breath, why is this man so likable.

Closing her eyes in self-defeating, she kissed her fiercely: "It's not enough for me to give it to you."

Song Boming's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be seriously ill. He hugged the man to the bed with one hand, and he didn't forget to pull down the curtain.

A layer of tulle couldn't vaguely block the figures of the two of them. When they went up and down in the tent, the sound was embarrassing. I don't know how long after that, just when they were enjoying themselves, they heard the sound coming out.

"Well, your men, um, are your men on the roof?"

Song Boming's strong body was wet with thin sweat, and he stood up abruptly: "Don't talk about others."

The more Wei Ziqing thought about it, the more he felt that there was someone on the roof, and his sense of shame and the person on his body became more and more fierce, his eyes glistened, and he began to cry: "No, no, um...you don't move, you let them go."

Song Boming loved his pitiful appearance so much: "Please."

Wei Ziqing felt so ashamed that he refused to speak.

Song Boming thought about his perverse appearance when Brother Qing scolded him for being disgusting when he first came back, and he had a bad intention in his heart, and insisted on taking the opportunity to teach this little thing who was so proud of him.

Thinking about relaxing in the military camp, many military prostitutes ignored the occasion and dragged people to do it anywhere. Those obscenities and obscenities also caught my ears a lot. Once my brain got hot, I opened my mouth and said: "Then let them listen Listen, how loud you are, how much you love your man..."

Wei Ziqing thought what he said was true, that he was really being listened to on the roof, and even humiliated him with words, his heart went cold from fright, so he didn't even have half the time to be happy with him.

I don't know where the strength came from, and I pushed the person away.

Song Boming was teasing vigorously, and when he was sprinting harder, he was pushed so hard that the thing was almost folded inside, and his face turned pale from the pain.

Covering the bottom with one hand, with the other hand, he grabbed Brother Qing who was buried in the quilt.

"Angry? Just kidding you..."

Wei Ziqing grabbed the quilt tightly and did not let go, Song Boming didn't care about the pain in the upper and lower parts, so he leaned over and coaxed: "How can they not wink like this, they have already gone away."

As he said that, he wailed on purpose: "You're about to ruin me, Brother Haoqing, don't be angry, I'm about to die of pain..."

Fearing that Wei Ziqing would be suffocated by himself, he exerted a little force and lifted Qing brother's quilt.

Wei Ziqing's face was full of tears, it was obvious that he was crying while hiding under the blanket, but now Song Boming's mind was jolted, and he was completely awake, did he make someone cry?

In a hurry, he took the man and the quilt into his arms: "It's all my fault, what are you doing to tease you by saying those stupid things."

"roll."

Wei Zi had a hoarse voice, and covered his eyes with his hand to prevent him from seeing.

"I won't get out, I'll let you hit, and you vent your anger."

Wei Ziqing struggled to reach the scattered clothes: "If you don't go, I will go."

Seeing that he really went to get dressed, Song Boming was startled: "Don't move, I'll go, I'll go."

Wei Zi's face turned cold, but his eyes were red and he didn't have any momentum. Instead, he pitifully took Song Poming's life. Song Poming couldn't bear to get out of this bed at this moment.

Wei Ziqing grabbed his clothes and threw them on the ground: "Get lost!"

All the hidden guards who hid in the small leaf house from the roof heard this angry reprimand, and then their great general, the boss in their hearts, didn't dare to stop for a moment with his upper body naked, holding his clothes, wearing only one shoe, and the other Standing outside the door with only bare feet.

"Brother Qing, my shoes..."

"boom--"

I saw someone coming out from the door, and then a shoe was thrown in an arc and landed in the water tank.

Their boss didn't even look at him. Seeing his wife standing at the door, he excitedly took two steps forward and wanted to go in. Then the door was shut with a bang.

Pang Feng looked angry: "It's too much! The eldest brother is still sick, so why don't you let him into the house?"

Zhao Yi grabbed Lengtouqing who was about to rush out: "You are still young, you don't understand, don't meddle in the affairs between husband and wife, be careful not to burn yourself."

Pang Feng had a look of disbelief: "I'm going to help my elder brother with the theory. You are just afraid of offending Madam, a bunch of cowards."

Zhao Yi let go of his hands when he heard this, well, kind people blocked the liver and lungs of the donkey, and he didn't care if he didn't care about it.

Pang Feng picked up the eldest brother's shoes, wrung them out angrily, and handed them to Song Boming.

"Brother, madam is too much! I'll go and reason with him, you're still sick, you're still struggling with a sick person, you're still not married..."

"To shut up!"

Song Boming's expression changed, afraid that Brother Qing would hear him, he took the wet shoe and kicked it on his foot.

He leaned over in a low voice: "Speak less, I won't be able to enter the door tonight if I annoy him again."

Pang Feng was puzzled: "You are a general and an envoy, why bother to hide in this small place, just to please a gentleman, it's not worth it!"

The more Pang Feng spoke, the louder his voice became, Song Boming reached out to block his mouth, but he was just recovering from a serious illness, and he was still in unspeakable pain, so he couldn't catch up with the dodging Pang Feng.

"There are countless noble sons in our capital who are rushing to marry you, all of them are as beautiful as flowers and jades at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and the princess is still waiting for you to go back in the capital! If I ask you, don't compliment me here. He, the more you compliment him, the more excited he is, brother, listen to me, let's go immediately!"

Song Boming took off the wet shoes he had just put on, threw them precisely on Pang Feng's face, and shouted angrily, "Zhao Yi, are you dead!"

Zhao Yi who was hiding in the house: "..."

What does it have to do with him!Why both blame him!

After Zhao Yi dragged the people away and the yard became quiet, Song Boming cleared his throat and pretended that everyone was still there: "Pang Feng, what are you talking about! I'm only a wife of Brother Qing, who beat me and scolded me , I also suffer, how can I just leave, I will marry this daughter-in-law in my life!"

Song Boming listened to the commotion in the room, and felt even more disturbed, what is Brother Qing doing?

After a while, the room became quiet, and it was swiped open.

It wasn't Brother Qing who opened the door, the pretty little man was standing at the door, his eyes were so charming.

"You mean I beat you and scolded you?"

Song Boming shook his head like a rattle: "Just as an analogy, brother Qing, you are the most gentle, and you never said anything serious to me."

Wei Ziqing's smile became brighter and brighter: "The lords of the fifteenth and sixteenth in the capital are waiting in line to marry you? The princess is still in the capital and waiting hard?"

"Nonsense! I have a family and a house. What do other people marry me for? Besides, I don't like people who are fifteen or sixteen. I like people who are over 20. They will hurt people! What's so good about a princess, spoiled and spoiled is not suitable for me. "

Song Boming almost swears to the sky, but brother Qing's smile is so creepy that his heart is in his throat.

This is a trick!Song Boming stared vigilantly at Brother Qing's attack at any time.

Sure enough, Wei Ziqing's face turned cold, and he threw out the baggage behind him: "I haven't been out for a year, and I have such a smooth talk. I don't know how many gentlemen I have used to practice."

Thinking of those obscenities on his bed, Wei Ziqing hated him even more: "I can't accommodate you in this small place! You go, leave my house!"

Song Boming quickly picked up the burden, drooped his head, and didn't dare to speak any more, but he was anxious when he heard Brother Qing let him go.

He muttered in a low voice without confidence: "I bought this house, this is my home, why should I leave?"

When he said it, he was relieved, and Song Boming regretted it after he finished speaking. When he looked up, Brother Qing's face turned even uglier.

Wei Zi's hands trembled in anger: "You, are you chasing me?"

Song Boming is a big man, and for the first time he knelt down to anyone other than the gentleman and the elders. No matter what he said, he was wrong. I was afraid that Brother Qing would really leave if he continued!How will you coax people back then?

Wei Ziqing calmed down strangely: "You let me go to make room for others, right? I won't go."

...it's all here.

"So, you were kicked out just like that?"

Liu Linqi laughed out loud, wishing he could write down this incident on a piece of paper, so that he could make a proof and laugh at him later.

Song Boming had a cold face, and he could do anything in a low voice in front of Brother Qing, but it was another matter to take it out and be laughed at by others. The air pressure was low all over his body, and he could almost freeze the hot tea in his hand.

Liu Linqi coughed twice, and suppressed her smile: "Now you know how to beg me? Tsk tsk, brother Qing is also my friend, I was thinking about bringing him into the mansion back then, just when you two had a falling out Yes, I still want to take advantage of it!"

The amazing thing is that Song Boming wasn't angry at all, and didn't take his words seriously at all: "Treat him as a friend, then you have to persuade us to get back together, is there anyone in this world who treats him better than me?"

Liu Linqi sneered, and fumbled out two pieces of letter paper from his bosom: "You left early, I took all the letters before they were delivered to you, you can see for yourself."

It was the two letters from Wei Ziqing who wanted to save Axiu.

Song Boming took it, but read it in a flash. There were only a few strokes in the letter, but it stabbed him secretly.

After all, it was in such a painful and sober situation that I could say "Bridge and road return, I wish you well."

"Does he really not hate you? Impossible, brother Qing is just too strong. In order to save Ah Ruo, he could write such a letter with such a breeze and bright moon with hatred. You don't know what he is like. Is he a person? He is more sober and rational than anyone else. The more this kind of person, the more he falls into the quagmire of emotions, the more he feels hurt when he is hurt. You, you have been training soldiers outside for a year. It's changed when you come out, it's as rough as a savage. Brother Qing has a sensitive mind, and if you say something wrong, he has to think elsewhere, not to mention you have a lot of criminal records, and you have a brainless subordinate holding you back , Tsk tsk, I see, you are going to suffer a bit this time."

Song Boming leaned on the back of the chair, a little depressed: "I will never dare to say those unpopular words in the future."

The author's gossip: About sending letters - there is a bug, bosses, please spare my life.It's best not to see it!Ha ha