Candy cubes crackling

Zhou Hengxi gently pinched his chin, and rubbed his tall nose against his cheek, which was numb and a little itchy, reminding Lu Liuyun that when Zhou Hengxi was sleeping, he secretly rubbed his long eyelashes with his fingertips.

During this gap of daze, Zhou Hengxi bit his lower lip narrowly, and his cold fingertips pressed against his delicate skin, like a drop of water falling into his collar, from his snow-white neck along the ridge. The bones slid down smoothly all the way, and finally stopped on his soft waist, and gradually increased the strength.

"Hmm..." Lu Liuyun uttered a small moan, his bright black eyes became watery, Zhou Hengxi pinched his itchy flesh, and rubbed his waist until it was sore and numb.Lu Liuyun glared dissatisfiedly at the big-bellied man, tiptoed and wanted to use his forehead to knock back the pain in his waist, but instead he was hugged around the waist and lightly fished into his arms along the stool.

Zhou Hengxi licked his lips, hugged him and sat on the chair safely and kissed him with a "boo", like a child who understands beauty pampering his beloved doll, trying to hide it quietly In the arms, baby's incredible.

This intimacy is so close, it's like an unreal dream.The person in front of him is tirelessly jumping back and forth between the leader who is conquering the city and the child who is ignorant of Ximei, holding his body tenderly and forcefully, and will not stop until he is rubbed into his heart.

Japanese Concession, Miura Mansion.

The black tea on the table had long since cooled down, and Miura Xinjiu was reading it carefully with a current affairs newspaper in his hand.He is extremely gifted in languages. After only three months of learning Chinese in China, he can communicate with people without barriers. He even learned a little local dialect so that he can talk to street vendors.

But he felt that it was not enough, leaving home and coming to a foreign country, no matter how rich the material life was, it could not change the situation of people under the roof.He is cautious by nature and knows the truth of bowing his head and integrating into society.

"Master, the president has sent a letter." The servant Hiroseto stood at the door and knocked on the door respectfully.

"Ado, come in." Miura Shinjiu raised his head and glanced at his young follower. For him, the only Japanese in the entire mansion that could be trusted was Hiroseto.

Hiroseto is the son of a fisherman. Because his father owed gambling debts and was unable to repay, he was forced to sell his own son into Miura's house as a domestic servant.However, when the young Hiroseto found out that he was sold to a rich family, his life was better than before. He arranged to work as a follower beside Aiko.

The content of Miura Donghui's letter this time is, without exception, apologizing to his son physically and mentally, and persuading him to continue to endure the current embarrassing situation and persevere in a foreign country.

After Miura Xinjiu read it, he put the letter on the coffee table casually. He had already saved a whole drawer for letters like this. He didn't feel any joy in this kind of father-son relationship without any expectations.

"Master, the kitchen asked me for the menu just now, what do you want to eat tonight?" Hiroseto stood silently by the side and observed the little master, feeling that the atmosphere was not good, so he consciously brought the topic aside.

"Go out and buy some authentic Chinese food and come back." Miura Shinjiu shook the newspaper on his hand, and said in a light tone, "Judging from the attitude in Dad's letter, we will spend a long time here."

After watching the shadow play, Lu Liuyun followed Zhou Hengxi out of Guiqi Xiangzhai.The two wandered around outside for a long time, then got into the car and walked back.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lu Liuyun was sent to the back door of the Marshal's Mansion by Zhou Hengxi on time. He reluctantly leaned against the door frame, poured his whole body into the cold air, sniffed and said, "Hey, are you leaving now?"

"Otherwise you go home with me, let's continue to study in depth what we haven't finished tonight?" Zhou Hengxi leaned back lazily on the car, crossing the two slender legs under the military trousers, with deep black eyes There was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Sure enough, the face of the person opposite turned red, and he choked him into a gourd with a flat mouth.

Lu Liuyun stood at the door and laughed loudly, and within a moment, his ears were red from the cold.But still not forgetting to be smart, he took off Zhou Hengxi's jacket and held it in his hands, "Give me this military coat."

Zhou Hengxi strolled forward and took the man to his side, leaned on his red ears and blew lightly, and lowered his voice maliciously and said something stupid, "It's easy to talk about people, but I don't give you clothes. Retired people, rely on these few clothes to think about it."

"Yo." Lu Liuyun was taken aback by him, covered his ears and clicked his mouth, why didn't he realize that Zhou Hengxi was so shameless before.

"Don't tease you, it's windy outside, hurry up and go in." Zhou Hengxi pinched Lu Liuyun's soft earlobe, shook off his military coat, and wrapped him again into a tight little sweet rice dumpling.

Xiao Tianzong tilted his head and glanced at him, then pouted and entered the door in a disinterested manner. Zhou Hengxi touched his chin and stared at his back as he left obediently, feeling unsatisfied.