Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

Jian Min looked at him and kept silent, while Zhang Jing felt guilty, arched his body, and muttered: "I'll just talk about it."

Jian Min lightly pecked the tips of his red ears, and whispered, "I'm afraid you will cry again."

When Zhang Jing heard the words, he unconsciously thought of the last time, his face flushed red, he couldn't hold back his face for a while, and began to be stubborn: "Last time it was your sneak attack, I was not prepared, this time it won't happen!"

"Yeah." Jian Min gave him face, nodded, then lowered his head and kissed his lips gently, and the two breathed each other. As soon as he raised his head, the young man hooked his neck, chased his lips, and let him take the initiative. heartbeat.

The young man likes to sit in his arms the most, wrapping his legs around his waist, kissing the two long white and slender legs unconsciously, entangled him, and the softness under the cotton shorts sticks to his lower abdomen through the fabric. Soon Jian Min sensed a change there, poking his lower abdomen like a stick.

He lifted his head away from Zhang Jing's lips, the boy's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were full of expectation and shyness, the two looked at each other for a while, the boy became more and more guilty, retreated in a small arc, and did not forget to bluff , Shamelessly said: "I...I, am I big?" The last three words were hummed by mosquitoes.

With a smile in his eyes, Jian Min said in a low voice, "Let me see." As he spoke, he sat up, pulled the young man up, let him lean against his chest, and sat in his arms. He kissed Zhang Jing lightly. hair, and reconfirmed, "Jingjing, do you want it?"

Zhang Jing trembled slightly, thinking of what Jian Min was going to do next, except for the place where he was soft, he opened his mouth, a little out of breath, and it took him a while to recover his voice, "Yes, I want brother to help. "His voice trembled, and his voice was soft and whispered.

"Here." Jian Min didn't even take off Zhang Jing's shorts, his slender fingers slipped in along the seam of his thigh, "The little guy is so good."

Zhang Jing was so excited by his words that his tailbone went numb, and he trembled all over. Even a little bit of nasty talk from a serious person would make people feel extra erotic.

……

The young man didn't make a sound, held his beautiful neck high, held his arm tightly with one hand, opened his pink lips slightly, hummed softly, with a sticky voice, and occasionally sobbed, his body trembled violently, trying to escape He was reluctant to open it, and finally gave it to him instead.

Jian Min took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse all over his body, and coaxed the young man in a hoarse voice: "Jingjing don't cry, it will be soon."

It's about a man's dignity, Zhang Jing still didn't forget to retort, "You're fast!" His voice was crying, soft and fierce, without any momentum, like a spoiled child.

After 2 minutes, the boy released it, and after the shot was over, he started to cry loudly for two seconds, as if he had been wronged by something, he was out of breath from crying.

"You, you, leave me alone... I, I'm Shu, I'm comfortable... I'm crying." Zhang Jing said with sobs.

Jian Min's eyes were full of laughter when he heard the words, so he had no choice but to let the boy cry. He laid him flat, took off the boy's shorts and underwear and threw them on the ground, and wiped the boy's body with paper.

Zhang Jing cried for a long time, the crying gradually became quieter, and finally he cried enough, sobbing from time to time, his voice was rustling, and he muttered: "It's a bit cold." His bare butt must be cold, but he didn't want to take a bath yet. "It wasn't my real strength just now, I was so short this time because I shot once just now."

Jian Min heard that he still did not forget to uphold the dignity of a man, so as not to make him cry again, he nodded in accordance with his intention, and coaxed him: "I know."

Zhang Jing looked at him, and the other person's eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, and he no longer saw the coldness he once had, and his heart softened. He really, really likes this person so much!

He thought, he was such a little ancestor in bed, he was taken care of by his brother, and in the end he cried like someone was bullying him, and his brother still held back his anger and didn't vent it.

"Brother..." Zhang Jing called Jian Min in a low voice, "I'll help you." He blushed and wanted to catch Jian Min, but was stopped halfway.

"Are you tired?" Jian Min gently pinched his fingertips, "If you are tired, you don't need to take a shower, just go to bed, and you have to go back by car tomorrow."

Zhang Jing ignored him when he changed the subject, and asked seriously, "Brother, don't you want it?"

Jian Min shook his head, Zhang Jing knew what he meant, he blinked his eyes, his wet eyelashes gently swept over his lower eyelids, he said slowly: "I will be an adult in more than a month."

Jian Min curled his lips and did not speak.

Zhang Jing was so tired that he didn't want to move, Jian Min found him new underwear and pajamas to change into, and went to take a bath by himself, and when the torment was over, it was almost twelve o'clock before the two turned off the lights and went to sleep.

bus.

Originally, Zhang Jing would put on his earphones and listen to music to sleep, but today, when he closed his eyes, his mind was on his brother, and he missed Jian Min before he left Jiangcheng City, so he could only look at the endless mountains outside the car window daze.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Grandma and Aunt Zhao sitting in the courtyard, chatting while choosing vegetables.

Aunt Zhao is a gardener hired by Feng Ye. She is in her 40s. Her husband passed away very early. She takes care of her daughter alone. Now that her daughter has her own family, she doesn’t have to take care of her granddaughter. She just finds some work when she has nothing to do. .

Every time he talked with his grandmother on the phone, the grandmother was very happy, saying that Aunt Zhao was very suitable for her, with a gentle personality, not talkative, and thoughtful, so she simply let people live at home, half as a nanny and half as a gardener.

Zhang Jiayun suddenly saw her grandson coming back, her eyes lit up, she quickly stood up and patted the things on her hands, and hurriedly greeted him: "Why didn't you say anything? I called yesterday, and I thought you wouldn't come back today."

As soon as Zhang Jing saw the old lady, he realized that he missed her so much, and he felt very guilty, so he hurried over and hugged the old lady coquettishly: "Grandma, I miss you so much."

"Okay, just come back. What do you want to eat at noon? I'll give you some supplements during the summer vacation. I'll see if I've lost weight."

Zhang Jing laughed, and turned around to show her: "Have you lost weight?"

Zhang Jiayun frowned and said, "I lost weight."

"No way, I gained six catties this semester, and I'm taller, so you just worry about it." Zhang Jing looked at another person standing in the yard, and greeted her, "Is this Aunt Zhao? Every time I talk on the phone, my grandma praises you. You are diligent, quick to do things, able to take care of others, and you can also talk to her. Our child is either busy with work or studying, so I can’t spend time with her. Fortunately, you are here now.”

Aunt Zhao smiled, "The old lady is nice, I am embarrassed to take this salary, she is in good spirits, and competes with me for everything. I am here to work, and I am enjoying myself."

All three laughed.As soon as Zhang Jing came home, the old lady started to busy himself, packed his suitcase, put him in hot water for a bath, and felt very energetic, much better than last winter. Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that It's because of the season, as long as grandma is fine.

Aunt Zhao said that there was not enough food at home, and she was going to buy food with a vegetable basket. The old lady said she would cook him a table of delicious food, but Zhang Jing couldn't stop the two of them, so he reluctantly let them go.

After taking a bath, Aunt Zhao came back from shopping and was busy in the kitchen. Grandma was preparing other ingredients in the yard. Zhang Jing wanted to help, but both of them chased him away, telling him to do what he should do.

Zhang Jing stood blankly for a while, and had no choice but to squat in the courtyard to tease matcha.

The old lady asked, "Don't you get motion sickness? Go get some sleep."

"Today is fine."

Jian Min received the video from the boy, and as soon as he entered, he saw the boy teasing with matcha, and the big orange cat seemed to be getting fatter.

The boy moved the camera away and took a picture of the courtyard. He hasn’t been there for a long time. The courtyard is much more tidy than before, with a lot of flower shelves. The style and color of the flower shelves are not heavy, so it won’t make people feel monotonous. , the yard is bigger.

The old lady was turning on the faucet to wash the vegetables, and there was the sound of someone cooking with a spatula in the kitchen. Jian Min knew that the person might be Zhang Jing and Aunt Zhao whom he had mentioned.

The boy suddenly raised his voice and shouted towards the kitchen: "Aunt Zhao's swing was made by you?"

The camera is facing a swing in the yard. Cookie is lying on it. The swing is a long rattan chair, which is old and looks very impressive.

Aunt Zhao’s voice came from the kitchen, and she replied loudly: “Yes, the old lady was reluctant to throw away the old rattan chair that I found when I cleaned up the house, and there was no place to put it in the tea room in the living room, so I asked someone to make a big swing for the yard. Here, matcha and cookies especially like to sleep."

The old lady: "You're not here, it's because Aunt Zhao took the little ones to the pet shop to take a bath."

The young man smiled and said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhao, you have been resting for the past two months, and this job is mine!" He stretched out his hand and called for Cookie, "Cookie, darling, come and touch me."

Cookie is not as sticky as matcha, but he also likes Zhang Jing very much. Seeing Zhang Jing call him, he jumped off the swing, stretched himself, walked over with catwalks, and squatted at his feet. Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to snort its belly, and it immediately lay on its back on the ground, squinting its eyes in comfort.

Matcha was unhappy and started meowing.

"I've been petting you for a long time now." The boy deliberately teased it, Jian Min remembered that Matcha was a little vinegar essence, and sure enough, Matcha kept barking, and even stretched out his paw to touch the boy's arm, letting him touch himself.

The old lady's voice came, "Don't tease it, you won't eat when you get angry later."

The boy laughed, "You don't know it too well, so it never stops eating when it's so angry, maybe it's waiting for me to coax it to eat more. Look at this fat one, it's like a drumstick."

"Meow~" Matcha called out unhappily.

The video is over.Jian Min clicked on it again and looked at it again. The smoke, the boy, the cat...everything makes people feel comfortable.

The boy sent him a message: "It's so comfortable at home, it would be even better if you were here."

Before he replied, the teenager sent another message: "Birthday, are you coming?"

Jian Min thought for a while and finally replied: "Well, come."

Jing Jing Duck: It’s not the sneaky kind, you have to come here aboveboard, and I will tell you to come here.

Brother: Well.

Jingjing Duck: I read it, it was Saturday, and I didn’t go to work the next day.

Jingjing Duck: Overnight?

Zhang Jing waited for a long time, and the other side replied: "Okay."

The author has something to say: testing on the edge of being locked.