Possessed Bending

Early in the morning, Zhang San sent away the young master who never did housework on the grounds that "the house needs to be cleaned and Dai Shaojie is in the way".

Thinking that Jian Wei would come to pick him up at noon, Zhang San was a little bit looking forward to it.

When I was thinking about things, time passed very slowly.

Zhang San sat on the sofa and waited, looked at his watch, it was only half an hour before it was time for breakfast, and it was still a long time before noon, he couldn't sit like this, so he simply took off his clean shirt And outer pants, only a pair of boxer shorts to start cleaning.

In this case, after tidying up, he only needs to change a pair of underwear and take a shower to save himself the need to wash an extra set of clothes. This is the experience he has summed up from doing housework all the year round. Of course, it is also because he lives here alone all the year round. That's why he was so unscrupulous. If it wasn't for worrying that when the buttocks were naked, the bird would swing back and forth uncomfortable, he might have taken off his underwear.

After washing and scrubbing the floor for an hour, Zhang San stood in the kitchen and looked at his polished table, whistled with a sense of accomplishment, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, picked up the water basin and white cloth Jiebu walked to the living room. There is no vacuum cleaner in the house. He usually wipes the floor of the whole house with a cloth like Ichixiu in the cartoon.

Such labor, which warms up his whole body, always puts him in a good mood.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Very traditional doorbell.

The labor was interrupted, Zhang San moved to the door with some displeasure, and opened the door, "Who is it!"

Jian Wei originally planned to come over to look for Zhang San at noon, but he had nothing to do in the morning, so he moved ahead of time. As soon as the door opened, he felt a surge of enthusiasm.

The man in front of him had reddish lips half-opened, his handsome eyes slanted, and he looked impatient. His sturdy body was stained with a layer of pink due to labor, and a thin layer of sweat was still floating on his tight skin. The underpants were shiny, making his body look like it was coated with a layer of light. The boxer briefs stretched on his crotch were already a little frayed. At first glance, it was a pair of old underwear, but they were washed white by the owner. There is no such thing as white clothes turning yellow after washing for a long time, which makes people look clean.

Bare feet stepped on the floor, and the toes turned pink due to the force, like ten crystal clear and long grapes...

"Why are you here? Didn't you say it's noon?" Seeing that it was Jianwei, Zhang San immediately moved out of the way, his face a little uncomfortable, he lowered his head, and saw his bird obediently shrugging his head, This is a sigh of relief.

Entering the room, Jianwei saw the things on the table and asked, "Are you cleaning?"

Zhang San snorted, and threw the yellow plastic gloves on the table, "I don't know what you want to drink when you come over now." Zhang San spread his hands to explain his appearance, and at the same time came to the refrigerator , opened the cabinet below, held the refrigerator door, leaned down, and wanted to see what else was inside.

Jianwei sat on the sofa and saw Zhang San's appearance from the side.

The white cotton underpants were stretched tightly on the round and firm mounds, and the slender legs were straight, standing naturally, the fingers holding the refrigerator door, the knuckles were white, reminding him of those hands because Excited and clutching the sheets.

"Oh, whatever you want." He turned his head and raised his legs, trying to cover up his changes with his posture.

Zhang San took out two cans of Coke from inside, closed the door casually on the other hand, came to Jianwei, put one of the cans on the tea table, stood in front of him, opened the can, and walked straight to the bedroom.

"Are you in a hurry? I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."

"No, you're busy, I..." Jianwei habitually looked at the other party when he was talking, and when he turned his gaze, he saw Zhang San raised his neck to drink a drink, his slightly protruding Adam's apple was up and down on that slender neck Sliding, people have a feeling of wanting to kiss. "I'm fine!"

After entering the bedroom, Zhang San heard Jian Wei's words that suddenly sped up his speech, and frowned. Not knowing what happened to the other party, he found two clothes and a change of underwear, and carried them out.

When passing by the coffee table, Zhang San put Coke on it casually, went into the bathroom, closed the door, Zhang San started to take a shower, the sound of dripping water came through the door, Jian Wei raised his hand and followed in a few steps. Put it on the door, put it back, took a deep breath, went back to the tea table, took Zhang San's Coke away, and yelled to the bathroom, "I'll go outside to answer the phone!" Then he hurried out.

Zhang San didn't hear what he said clearly in the bathroom. When he opened the door and came out, he saw that Jianwei was gone.

Rushing outside, Jianwei got into the car directly, lowered the chair, quickly unzipped his pants, pressed the cold Coke can against himself, and an uncontrollable sigh escaped from the depths of his throat, and the palm of his hand Put your words and a Coke can together for a quick soothing.

Closing his eyes, the smooth, hard and elastic touch of the coke can seemed to have transformed into Zhang San's skin, which made him involuntarily increase his strength...

When Zhang San came out, Jian Wei had returned to his original appearance, indifferent, as if he could ignore everything.

"Let's go, where are you going?" Zhang San sat on the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Coke can that Jian Wei drank, and he picked it up and was about to throw it away. Caught by the hand, "What are you doing?"

"Throw it away, it's all finished, do you still keep it?" Zhang San didn't know why, "Do you want to keep this jar?"

Jian Wei also realized that he overreacted, but it would be strange to say not to stay at this time. Fortunately, Zhang San quickly thought of the "answer" for him-"Oh! Did you win the lottery?"

"En." Jianwei nodded, took the jar and threw it into the clasp.

"You're so lucky. I bought a lot of them, but I didn't even have a consolation prize." After Zhang San finished speaking, he came to his senses, "Don't you usually look at the pull ring when redeeming prizes? Are you looking at the jar now?"

"Hmm." Jianwei nodded.

Although Zhang San was skeptical, but seeing Jian Wei's indifferent expression, he felt that it should be true, so he didn't ask any more questions. He didn't want the time the two of them were alone to be filled with memories of such boring questions.

When the car got on the road, Zhang San found that this road was in an unfamiliar direction. He said that the strangeness was not because he didn't know it, but because he didn't come here often, because the road leading to this direction ended in a super-rich area with first-class security facilities. , The price of consumer entertainment is also first-class.

Zhang San never thought that he could not afford those places even if he had to make money by kidnapping tickets, so he felt strange.

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☆、Uncle Jane

Before following Jianwei to this place, Zhang San thought that being rich means wearing luxury clothes, driving a cool sports car, living in a mansion with a swimming pool of hundreds of square meters, and being accompanied by beauties when going in and out, that is the life of a rich man .

This is not just a picture imagined in Zhang San's mind, at least Dai Shaojie lived like this all the time before he turned the corner, and his family has more than one mansion. In City X, there are countless houses under his name alone .

But when he came to this place, Zhang San realized that rich people can be so low-key.

Tall white courtyard walls surrounded this vast house, and there was no gap in the translucent black circular tiles on the top of the wall. It could be seen that someone was managing it all year round.

There is a white stone lion squatting on both sides of the majestic gate. If you look carefully, there is a horse-mounting stone not far from the stone lion.

After going up a few steps, looking up, a plaque with black lacquer and gold characters was written to Jian's Mansion.

Jian Wei stepped forward to knock on the door, and a man in a black suit with a stand-up collar came to open the door. When he saw Jian Wei, he just bowed his body slightly, and Jian Wei raised his hand to dismiss the following words.

"It's none of your business." Jianwei called Zhang San, and pulled Zhang San who had been stunned into it.

This huge house is decorated with antiques everywhere, which makes people have a feeling of time travel as soon as they enter here, with rockery, corridors, courtyards, and servants in a hurry.They were wearing uniform plain double-breasted clothes, each with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, giving Zhang San the illusion that the other party could come over and bow to him at any time, saying, "Young master, please come inside".

"Relax, I will take you to meet someone later." Jianwei led the way, Zhang San walked beside him, silently admiring this paradise-like place.

"Who are you seeing?" Zhang San was a little surprised, or in other words, surprised that Jian Wei is such a well-known person. Zhang San originally thought that he was just a disciple of an ordinary mafia family, but he didn't expect that his family's conditions were so good Well, the background is so deep.

Compared with Dai Shaojie's publicity and Qi Weixuan's fame, someone with status and power like him seems too low-key.

"You'll know it when you've seen it." Jian Wei walked in front, and when he heard the footsteps beside him stop, he turned around and saw Zhang San looking at him in place.

Looking at the puzzled look with a little annoyance, Jian Wei raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head, "Don't worry, no one wants to sponsor your house, it's just a senior who wants to see it, and the junior who made big news for us in X City recently is a what kind of person."

"Damn, let me tell you earlier." Zhang San slapped his chest when he heard the words. He didn't love money. Obviously trying to make things difficult for him may involve innocent people. Zhang San has always done things by himself. He absolutely does not want to drag those who really want to help him into the water as a backup.

Jian Wei didn't relax with him, instead, he restrained the corners of his mouth, and reached out to rub Zhang San's hair with a little helplessness, "You, don't be so tense, it doesn't hurt to show weakness once in a while."

Zhang San flicked his palm sideways, with an expression of indifference, but his eyes flickered after he avoided it, and his heart was surging.

The two had nothing to say all the way, and soon came to an artificial lake.

In the center of the artificial lake there is a small red double-storey building, and a small bridge that can only accommodate one person is built between the small red building and the shore.

"Go there, I'll wait for you here." At the end of the bridge, Jian Wei stopped.

Hearing the sound, Zhang San hardly hesitated, and he raised his legs and walked onto the bridge. Jian Wei looked at Zhang San's background, and his smile faded. If it wasn't for trust, how could he walk so simply.

Walking to the other side of the bridge, Zhang San stood in front of the wooden door, stretched his hands, and pushed it open. There was a table facing the door. The owner of the house was drinking tea inside. When he saw Zhang San, he just smiled and said Without the probing and sizing eyes of strangers who met for the first time, Zhang San felt a good impression at the same time, but he was also a little puzzled. Does he know me?

The man drinking tea was a middle-aged man who looked gentle and elegant, wearing a blue Hanfu, with neat short hair, and a jade wrench on his slender fingers.

"Here we come." The uncle stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. Zhang San was not polite, pulled out the chair, and sat opposite him. This was the second more powerful uncle he saw, but this uncle He doesn't seem to have any momentum at all, and his whole body exudes a gentle feeling, and he is approachable like a good man at home.

"I'm Jian Wei and Jian Yong's father, you can call me Uncle Jian." The uncle smiled and poured tea for Zhang San, and handed it over, "Speaking of which, you and I also know Uncle Qi, he... is really a man Old stubborn."

"Eh..." Zhang San understood as soon as he heard it. The story of his confession of feelings has already been spread here. Really, everyone has a heart for gossip. The uncle called himself here today, maybe it is just to listen to gossip.

"He is very strict, but he is a good person. Although he puts his emphasis on work all the year round, he still takes good care of Xiao Qi. His reactions are also understandable, but you can refuse the help of the Dai family boy with such backbone. Let me see it differently."

"You're too much, I just think..."

"Hey, don't be modest, let's talk about this matter, what you Uncle Qi did is not right. The house should be Xiao Qi's responsibility no matter what. How can I make you hard, really..."

"Uncle, you..."

"It's called Uncle Jian." Uncle Jian picked up his teacup, and raised his chin at Zhang San with some displeasure, "Why don't you drink it? Is my tea not good?"

"No, it's very good." Zhang San quickly picked it up and drank it down. Uncle Jian frowned, and quickly poured him another glass.

"Drink slowly, by the way, I have a vacancy here, the salary is very rich, and the schedule is very reasonable, I think it is very suitable for you, come to work tomorrow, hey, yes, it is a temporary worker, so there is no need I'm worried about trouble, but if you don't come, the uncle will be angry... Well, you can go back if you don't have anything to do. If you like to drink, find Xiao Jianjian. He has it there, but he doesn't like tea. It's a pity... ..."

"I..." Zhang San couldn't figure it out. This was clearly a forced purchase and sale. He didn't say that he would agree at all, and what was the last sentence about getting angry? If he didn't agree, he couldn't leave?

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