the castration plan

Baymuir was eating Skittles, picking out the green ones.He was counting on the sour stimulation to wake him up, but the totally ineffective sense of taste would not allow it.

Lu He has been away for a week, and has sent a few wechat messages in bits and pieces. Except for the report of safety, the rest are middle-aged and elderly, and the content is nothing more than have you eaten or slept? Drink plenty of hot water.

Baymuir didn't reply.

Lu He also called him, all at the same time the next day, as if he was pinching to do a task.And the level of enthusiasm is very limited. After hitting a wall in a row, there will be no sound again. It will not be like a young boy who kills serially Call.

The feeling of worrying about gains and losses can't be said to be good or bad, Bemuir felt both lucky and angry.

He opened the door and entered Lu He's bedroom, wanting to do something bad to vent.

Lu He's room has a Zen-like feeling of emptiness, and a frigid style with a large area of ​​blank space, which makes people feel that even if there is a naked woman on the bed, they will think it is a plaster statue.The coats in smoked brown or dark gray were drab in the wardrobe, but the tailoring was the prettiest even in Italy.

Lu He himself believes in reducing these burdens in life and freeing up time and energy for more beneficial things. Others think it is unbearable. In his eyes, it may be a very comfortable life. Without abstinence, it is not asceticism.

But he seems to be a very nostalgic person, with a few low stools left by his former residence to accompany his childhood, and a book of Neruda's poems with yellow pages beside his bed. He loves books very much, but it is too old.

The greater sense of incompatibility comes from a giant big yellow chicken sitting on the gray bed in Gainsborough, which was the doll they caught together last time.

Bemuir, who likes the new and dislikes the old, has long forgotten this thing, but Lu He has always kept it by his side.

Bemuir fell on the big bed, shook the doll's big head, and then pulled up the quilt full of Alpha breath to cover his face, his heart was so sweet that it was bubbling, his head was full of big white clouds like sheep, as if he was about to Melted cotton candy.

He suddenly thought in a trance: If Lu He was a little tougher, he might really be tamed by him tremblingly, and end this desperate life. His life would no longer be like a worthless life in the shadows. Can bid farewell to the glorious Venus with tears on his face.

After all, this is his first love that he has longed for for almost ten years.

Baymuir sucked sweetly the remaining Alpha pheromones in the air, and that breath was like the sun, enlivening all the flowers in the spring garden with sunlight.

So he had an excited feeling that he didn't know where he was, his throat was about to be burned dry by strong alcohol, and the hair that was disturbed by confusion and fascination flowed softly on his trembling back, full of summer heat and passion Her moist green eyes have the beauty of looking at flowers through fog.

"Big Brother...Big Brother..." Bemuir's enthusiasm was unreserved, and he buried himself deeply in the pillow, as if pressing his entire face against Alpha's neck.

His lips turned raspberry red from being bitten, and his face was even more romantic and beautiful. His whole body was like a suet candle that was dripping with juice.

Chaolu bent the slender stems of the tender flower branches, and finally her fingers went deep into her mouth to moisten her lips and tongue.

Ding!

Lu He's phone call.

Baymuir hurried to hang up like a chicken, and accidentally pressed the answer button in a hurry.

"...Xiao Lu?" Lu He didn't seem to expect that he would really pick it up, and he was slightly surprised, and asked with a pleasant smile, "It's night here, what are you doing there?"

Masturbating while holding a chicken.

"Don't say a word, what are you thinking." Lu He was in a good mood, full of doting tone.

Want to be ridden by you.

Bemuir, who was caught, was always speechless. Lu He might also hear the inexplicable desire in his panting, and his voice became a little low: "Where are you?"

I'm fucking in your bed.

After the forced shutdown, Baymuir rolled up the sheets, quilt and pillows, packed them with the chicken, and threw them into the washing machine.

After the meal, Jiang Weihe came to pick him up to the racing club, where a medium-sized rally was going on in the suburbs.

For some reason, his four-seater silver sports car stuffed with five Omega, like a nest of tied chickens in a cage, just appeared downstairs of Bemuir's house.

Those who can have a place next to Jiang Weihe are the best of the best, who doesn't have this insight?So he got down automatically and gave up his seat to the imperial concubine.

Jiang Weihe hung one hand outside and patted on the car door without looking at him, and ordered the same: "Come up."

"Yes, yes." Bemuir poked the pearls under the milk tea with a big straw, and made a loud sucking sound, which was quite unpleasant.

Jiang Weihe's pettiness didn't succeed, so he was naturally upset. After running through a few red lights, he freed his hand to grab his milk tea: "You're so fat, you see how skinny they are, your legs are thicker than their waists."

Bemuir took apart the cup, poured the solid material into his mouth, and said casually, "Then I'm going down, you can take them."

"Finally jealous?" Jiang Weihe smiled, put his hands on his neck and squeezed twice, "Are you really jealous or make me happy?"

"Tricky, right?" Bemuir gave him a sideways look.

Instead, Jiang Weihe started to play music in his heart. Baymuir looked like a cat, and his vigilance and cuteness were natural.

Jiang Weihe has always hated his lover's petty temper the most, he just thinks that they can't figure out their status.But he liked and even looked forward to Baymuir's willful and prickly appearance from time to time.He didn't think about other aspects for the time being, he just lamented that this Omega is really a master writer, that kind of arrogant young lady has a very good temper, and she must have practiced the coquettish look of raising her small eyebrows in the mirror Thousands of times, otherwise how can you be so lovable.

"I bought you a cake. Your favorite frozen cheese is in the back. Take it yourself." Jiang Weihe leaned back comfortably, looked at him and smiled.

Jiang Weihe is a professional F1 driver who was delayed by the entertainment industry. He has entered the field of formula racing for less than five years, and he is already a member of the NASCAR Hall of Fame. He has won two consecutive Renault Spider championships and runner-up in the All-Star Series.His driving style is so aggressive and terrifying that fans often curse him: he will definitely crash one day and die from a smashed skull.

He put on the fire-resistant gloves for Bamuir, and carefully explained the precautions.

Bemuir didn't like to blink when he was serious about things. He blinked after a long time, and suddenly pushed the gate: "I played, you go down, I will run by myself, I don't need you to be my navigator."

Jiang Weihe didn't leave any chance to be handsome.

The conditions of the road surface of the rally are changeable, asphalt and concrete are staggered, and the snow has just melted a little, the moss on the edge of the road is wet and slippery, and there is a drainage ditch on the side of the mountain. In this case, the usable ground is actually quite narrow of.

Jiang Weihe saw that he had a good idea of ​​the grip. The gravel road ahead was followed by asphalt. He also knew that both asphalt tires and rally tires had to be brought, so he simply let him go, throwing away the road book and helmet for the stage: "Then you Watch your way, I'm right behind you."

Jiang Weihe waved his hand, signaling for backup and supply vehicles to follow him closely: "Wait a minute, the road ahead is icy, I'll replace two snow stud tires for you."

But Omega ran away early with a whimper and disappeared like a big truck whizzing past, the Alphas could only smell the exhaust.

Baymuir forgot to bring his mobile phone, Jiang Weihe picked it up and bumped into Lu He.

"Xiao Lu, where are you?" Lu He's voice was deep.

Subconsciously, Jiang Weihe didn't want to start a war with him, but when he thought of the sky high and the emperor was far away, he was afraid of a snake skin, so his eyebrows twitched amusedly: "You're playing with me, what's the matter?"