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Xu Huafang's continuous actions in the past two days made Ming Lang unable to calm down at all. He returned home angrily, and the first thing he said when he opened the door was: "Did you call to report that Kan Qi's KTV was closed and closed for rectification?"

The whole sentence came out without even a title.

Xu Huafang bent over to put on the skewers, and said casually, "Yes, I'm afraid he won't be able to find out that it was me who called, and I didn't even change the number!"

"..." Minglang was at a loss for words for a moment, he had never found his mother so aggressive, he thought it was a bit deceptive.

"When will you finish the calculation?"

"It's not over." Xu Huafang said without thinking: "Chairman Mao said that if the broom does not reach, the dust will never run away by itself. I just want to finish the little bastard with my own hands!"

The sharp sand and gravel gushing from Mingming's chest rebelled in his body, he suppressed the rage in his heart, and forced himself to say calmly: "Mom, you taught me to remember to be full when eating people, and remember to be careful when taking people, Kan Qi is right. You are enough, enough, how can you be ungrateful?"

"I'm ungrateful?" Xu Huafang said with a sneer, "Don't call him as pure as Bai Lihua, it's because of his evil intentions that you know better than me."

Minglang does not deny that Kan Qi's 180-degree change in attitude towards his mother is due to him, but from the beginning to the end, even when Kan Qi was at odds with him, he never touched his mother at all!

"I just want to say, no matter what, has Kan Qi ever harmed you?"

"He can also take revenge on me, come on, come and harm me! My old lady can take action at any time!" Xu Huafang looked fearless.

"Hmph," Ming Lang snorted, "You're too naive. If he wants to harm you, can you still sit here and wear skewers?"

"So I have to kneel down and thank him for not killing him?"

Minglang closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I don't want to argue with you, I just want to sue and tell you that all his actions towards you, from the past to the present, are all because of me, and his feelings for me are not as good as others. ...I can't understand it, including you. I don't expect you to promise anything, I just want to say that no matter what kind of future he faces, good or bad, I will carry it with him. "

Xu Huafang shook her head and looked at Mingming in disbelief: "Are you showing off with me? Or are you demonstrating against me?"

"I'm telling you the path I'm going to take in the future." Minglang turned his head and was about to go out after speaking.

"Where are you going?!" Xu Huafang roared.

Minglang didn't answer a word, opened the door and left.

"Stop! Bully me for having no legs, right? Wings are hard, right? Don't come back if you have the guts!"

Xu Huafang's heart-piercing cry resounded throughout the old building. Ming Lang outside the door paused, hesitated for a few seconds, and continued to stride out of the small street corner.

He walked in a daze to Kan Qi's villa area, and rang his doorbell.

Kan Qi came out of the house wearing an apron and home clothes. When he saw Minglang standing at the door, he was obviously surprised. He thought it was Yang Xiaohuan and the others.

"Why...don't you call me?" Kan Qi opened the door with the remote control: "What if I'm not at home?"

Minglang shuffled his feet and walked up to Kan Qi step by step with his head shrugged, hugged him, and hung his whole body on him: "If you're not here...I'll wait for you to come back."

It wasn't until the real person holding Kan Qi that Ming Lang felt at ease. He sniffed the milky scent on Kan Qi's body with the tip of his nose, and asked, "What smell? It smells so good..."

"I'm making a cake." Kan Qi said proudly.

Minglang smiled tiredly: "In such a good mood? Qi Ge has closed down and this, this leisurely way to make cakes..."

Kan Qi smiled seemingly indifferently: "No matter how much I cry, I can't change the fact that the business is closed. It's better to make desserts to relieve the pressure." He lightly licked Minglang's sweaty neck: "Oh, hey...why are you all dressed up? Sweaty?"

"I want to do it with you." There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Minglang's mouth.

"Do? What to do?" Kan Qi asked maliciously.

"Do everything..." Minglang whispered in his ear, of course the little driver would not waste every opportunity to drive.

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"Who taught you how to make cakes?"

Minglang watched Kan Qi skillfully spread cream on the baked cake, which seemed to be a posture he often did, but he had never seen Kan Qi make a cake, this was the first time.

A big man is standing in front of the kitchen counter with hunched waist and buttocks making dessert. How can this kind of awkward and sissy image be so harmonious and charming on Kan Qi?Is it because of personal temperament?Or is it because the handsome middle-aged man is really handsome?

The answer is no, because that person is Kan Qi. In Minglang's eyes, everything he does is a model at the textbook level, and he has long since refused to accept any refutation.This fully proves a sentence: when you fall in love with someone, you will be blind, watching him do everything is hearty, and no matter how rough the movement is, it is a beautiful dance in your eyes.

"Do you still need to teach? Just learn by yourself!"

Minglang scanned the pile of cream, eggs, flour, and fruit on the kitchen counter, and asked again: "You made the cream yourself?"

"Yeah, is it hard?"

"For me, it's really, really difficult," Mingming saw that he had evenly spread the base cream and was about to mount flowers, and asked again: "What pattern do you want?"

Kan Qi smiled helplessly: "Why do you have so many questions?"

"I'm curious."

Kan Qi handed him the piping bag in his hand: "Then you can decorate!"

Mingming obviously didn't have much confidence in this kind of meticulous manual work, he shook his head like a pest: "No, no, no... I don't have any artistic talent..."

"What's the matter with the art cell?" Kan Qi forced him: "If you really can't draw, then write."

"Writing..." Minglang hesitated to take the cream handed over by Kan Qi, not knowing what to write.

Kan Qi looked at him with blinking eyes, which made him even more unnatural: "Oh, turn around, no, no peeking."

Kan Qi smiled and turned around, with his back to Ming Lang.

After less than 2 minutes, Minglang finished his work, clapped his hands and shouted: "Turn around and have a look!"

Kan Qi turned around and took a closer look. On the white cream-based cake, there were a few words slanted in dark brown chocolate sauce: Kan Xiaoshou for a lifetime~

He suddenly lost his composure: "Who is the little shou for a lifetime? Who are you kidding? I used to be on the top..." He jumped up to scratch Mingming's itch.

Minglang avoided it, and laughed loudly: "I don't care what it was before, no...but you will always be Kan Xiaoshou in the future."

"Come on, I fucked you before..." Kan Qi said unconvinced.

"Just that one time, don't even think about it in the future..."

While dodging, Minglang raised the piping bag in his hand and squeezed it hard, spraying all the chocolate sauce on Kan Qi's face. This was not enough, so he reached out and rubbed his face again, making Kan Qi a big black face .

Looking at Kan Qi's ridiculously ugly look, Ming Lang couldn't straighten his back when he laughed, and the unhappiness of a few hours ago was swept away.

Kan Qi wiped the chocolate sauce on his face, and hummed, "If you don't lick my face clean today, I'll explode you into chrysanthemum petals!"

As she said that, she hugged Qinglang tightly and rubbed against his face.

In a few seconds, Kan Qi wiped the sticky chocolate sauce on Ming Lang's face. This didn't relieve his hatred. Kan Qi picked up a lump of cream and spread it on Ming Lang's face impartially. Look, half of his face is black and half of his face is now. Bai's silly appearance, Kan Qi only reaped the pleasure of revenge.

Seeing that he was serious, Ming Lang naturally stopped being soft-handed. He grabbed the remaining butter in the basin, gritted his teeth and said, "Hey, I don't believe I can't get rid of your big pig's trotters today!"

The two of them fought back and forth, attacking and defending, and ran around the big kitchen counter. In the huge room, only the sound of two big men chasing each other and yelling at each other could be heard, laughing and laughing. In a ball, like two little kids playing with mud, the dirtier they play, the more excited they get.

Running and running, Qingming pounced hard and landed on Kan Qi.This nonsense contest came to an end for the time being, Qingming leaned on Kanqi's back panting.

"Actually, there is still one sentence that I haven't finished writing just now, it's not enough to write..."

Kan Qi chuckled, and was taken aback by this silly boy: "What are you talking about?"

"Ming Laogong for a lifetime..."

"Why are you always attacking me and me being a little shou? It's not fair!" Kan Qi had a big opinion. He thought that Minglang's unfinished writing would be some kind of sweet talk, but he didn't expect it to be such nonsense.

"Is there?" Qingming kissed the back of his neck lightly: "I... I think it's just fair."

After being kissed like this by him, Kan Qi's forehead immediately broke out in sweat.

Minglang pulled open his apron without making a sound, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his hands, each stroke was a kind of impact as calm as water.

"You, you...what are you doing?" Kan Qi asked timidly.

Minglang seldom heard Kan Qi speak in this tone, especially when he was seducing him.

"Why are you nervous? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"Afraid," Kan Qi said bluntly: "You are like a tractor every time, do you really treat me like a wasteland?"

"Then I'll tell you right now," Ming Lang's hand moved forward along Kan Qi's waistline, reaching in front of his looming abdominal muscles: "I'm hungry now, do you want me to eat?"

"Go eat the cake." Kan Qi answered smoothly.

"Don't play dumb..."

"You stink of sweat, don't!"

"Hiss..." Minglang was very dissatisfied, and moved his hands more and more irregularly around Kan Qi's clitoris: "In the past, you wanted me to eat you, but now you are more and more picky?"

"I'm obsessed with cleanliness." Kan Qi resisted the teasing from Qingming and sensitive, and squeezed out a short sentence.

"I don't care if I have any obsessions, I can't wait anymore..." Minglang impolitely attacked Kan Qi with his sword through his trousers while talking: "It's been more than a week, do you want to starve me to death?"

"Then... let's take a shower first." Both of them are now covered in cream and sticky.

"I said no," Ming Lang resolutely refused, "Not only that, I'm going to kill you here now."

Kan Qi's face suddenly turned earthy, the kitchen?What a brave man without fear...

"what?!"

Before he finished speaking, Kan Qi was overwhelmed by Ming Lang's quick turn around from the front, and in the blink of an eye, most of his body was lying on his back on the kitchen counter, his waist was also painful from the diaphragm.At this time, Kan Qi's shirt had already been opened, and the muscular lines of the entire upper body were clearly visible. In addition, the panting was still short due to the chasing just now, and the undulating muscles on his chest deeply caught his clear eyes. The picture made his eyes turn green, and he suddenly became a beast.

"Tsk tsk..." Minglang caressed his flesh: "Who would have thought Mr. Kan, who usually blocks people and kills people, would have such a hard and soft body when he took off his suit?"

"Where are you so cute?" Kan Qi couldn't hold back after being teased by him a few times, and his face slowly began to flush.

Minglang bent down to his chest and kissed him somewhere: "Guess?"

"Damn..." Kan Qi, who was already standing on the edge of the cliff, was so teased by him that his soul was lost, and he raised his chin in pain: "Damn, don't be so long-winded, hurry up if you want to come!"

Minglang bit his lip and smiled slyly, quickly took off his clothes and trousers, revealing the smooth and shiny wheat skin, put his hands on both sides of Kanqi's head, and said hoarsely: "Good brother, brother, I will definitely not have legs...under legs show mercy."

After a burst of thunder and fire, the room was filled with a strong musky smell, and the two men were half lying on the sofa in the living room, breathing the stinging smell in the air.

Kan Qi sat in the middle of Minglang's crotch with a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against his chest, letting him hug him and massage his sweaty and sticky skin, his four long legs slumped on the sofa indiscriminately, The comfort after venting one's desire makes one's whole body fall apart, exhausted and powerless.

Mingming said lightly: "Actually...my mother made the call."

Kan Qi blinked and smiled lightly, "I know."

"How do you know?" Minglang scolded himself for being stupid when he asked this question. With Kan Qi's ability, it was easy to investigate and deal with the mastermind behind such a trick.

"You find it difficult?"

"Then...then are you angry?" This is what Minglang cares most about.

"Of course I'm angry," Kan Qi said truthfully, "I'm not a saint, how could I just laugh it off."

"Oh..." Minglang had nothing to say.

What Kan Qi said is right, it is impossible for anyone to be emotional about this kind of thing, especially my mother repeatedly poured fuel on the fire and made trouble as she wanted, it would be too fake to say that she is not angry!If it were someone else who was messing things up, Kan Qi would have strangled him to death with his backhand, but the other party was his mother... Qingming knew that he was in a dilemma right now, but he didn't say anything.

"Do you want to beat, beat my mother?"

Kan Qi took a deep puff of cigarette: "Think about it, I even have the urge to kill your mother with a car."

Minglang broke into a cold sweat when he heard the indignant remarks: "I... I'm just asking casually, why did you react so badly... It's terrible, aren't you?"

Seeing Minglang's frightened look on his face, Kan Qi deliberately teased him: "Then can I have a proper sex with my mother-in-law?"

"Of course not!" Minglang didn't even think about it: "How can my mother's body, which is blown by the wind and hugging the electric pole, withstand you?"

"Hey...you take good care of her baby!"

"No matter how bastard you are, she's also my own mother..." Ming Lang shrugged his head: "Hey, I feel more and more sorry for you, but I can't help you."

"Can we not say that?" Kan Qi became unhappy: "Why did your mother treat me? I'll be sulking for a while, but if you even say such polite words to provoke me, I'll be really angry gone."

"I didn't provoke you, I really..."

"Mingming, I really can't get used to your mother-in-law look," Kan Qi sat up and turned to stare at him: "Why are you acting like a climacteric woman? It's so annoying!"

"..." Minglang was about to retort, but swallowed the words again, he understood what Kan Qi meant.

The matter between two people only needs to face it together, there is no need to say sorry.

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Next, the mother-in-law will continue to take the trouble to be a monster, and be careful not to sprain your own feet~