I'm a stand-in, no emotion

The two of them walked to Zhou Qiang's expensive wooden bed with exquisite carvings one after another, and neither of them sat on it without saying a word. You glanced at me and I glanced at you. Once jerky.

However, Xiao Ying had seen Zhou Qiang's ID card, and knew that Zhou Qiang was 30 years old this year, so she thought to herself, Mr. Zhou next door must have experience in bed matters.

Therefore, he did not take the initiative.

Coincidentally, Zhou Qiang has always felt that Xiao Ying is passionate, as if he can burn people in a minute, and he loves himself like crazy, presumably as long as he sits next to him, the other party will eagerly pounce on him.

Therefore, he did not take the initiative.

In this way, both of them waited expectantly with the idea of ​​waiting for the other to take the initiative.

"Yu Feng?" Zhou Qiang waited left and right, but seeing the young man next door doing things to him, he felt tormented: "Why don't you speak?"

No matter what Xiao Ying said, he drank some wine, and after taking a bath, he felt a little sleepy.

Fortunately, even if Zhou Qiang's words woke him up, he turned his head and stared fixedly at the handsome Mr. Zhou, and had to admit that this man was in line with his taste except for his bad temper.

"At night like this, do I need to say anything?" Xiao Ying murmured in a low voice, her young and sexy voice ruffled the ears that were close to him like feathers.

"..." Zhou Qiang gritted his teeth, and thought to himself with red ears, if you don't need to talk, then you should do it.

But Xiao Ying seemed to be against him, leaning on his back and gently said: "Just now at the door, how did it feel when I kissed you? Really... don't you like it?"

Zhou Qiang was stunned, not knowing where Xiao Ying came to his conclusion, and felt that he didn't like it.

"I don't dislike it." He took a deep breath, turned his face away and said.

Xiao Ying still didn't let him go, and asked again, "Then why didn't you respond to me? You also refused to open your mouth?"

Now Zhou Qiang's whole body was scorching hot, his complexion was flushed, his eyes were wide open, as if he was embarrassed and angry, he touched Xiao Ying and said: "Do whatever you want, don't say such obscene words to humiliate me .”

"Huh?" Xiao Ying was dazed, and finally caught a glimpse of Mr. Zhou's refusal and welcome from the first half of the sentence, that is, he obviously wanted to do something to him, but he was too reserved and refused to do it at all. Admit that you want to.

This was the first time Xiao Ying met such a person, and he was a man in a high position.

But what if I got it wrong?

Maybe the other party really doesn't like being intimate.

In order to prove that her guess was correct, Xiao Ying, with the mentality that she might really be disgusted, turned her head and kissed the fair neck that was close at hand.

Zhou Qiang was right, his skin was indeed whiter than Xiao Ying's.

At this moment, the neckline of the clothes was tightly fastened, giving people an old-fashioned and ascetic feeling.

Xiao Ying felt that she might be broken, but she actually thought Zhou Qiang like this was very interesting to play with.

And Zhou Qiang, who was kissed on the neck, sat in a dignified and serious manner, and just glanced at Xiao Ying.

The black and white phoenix eyes strangely let Xiao Ying see the meaning of encouragement.

So Xiao Ying kissed again boldly, this time his lips did not leave immediately, but spread along Zhou Qiang's skin, and finally reached the slightly parted lips of the other party.

Perhaps because of Xiao Ying's complaints, Zhou Qiang didn't set up any barriers this time, as long as he flicked his tongue, he could easily open his teeth and enter a place that no one had occupied.

This sweet kiss lasted for 30 seconds, Xiao Ying backed away, wanting to give each other a chance to adapt.

But Zhou Qiang opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, and asked, "Why don't you continue kissing?" Was it because he disliked him for not responding well?

That would be too demanding, you know, he has no one else except Xiao Ying.

"No..." Xiao Ying rubbed his chin, and said very seriously: "If you kiss again, you're going to kill yourself. Do you want to continue?"

Zhou Qiang was stunned for a moment: "What misfire?" Is it related to what they are doing now?Immediately, he understood the meaning, and with shame and anticipation, he snorted softly, "Don't you dare?"

Xiao Ying nodded: "I heard it hurts, but you..." He looked at Zhou Qiang's Xiasanlu.

Seeing that Zhou Qiang immediately covered his lower body with a pillow, frightened and angry, and strangely proud, he waited for a while before saying, "How do you know... I'm big..."

Xiao Ying almost didn't pop out, god damn it's big, that's not what he was talking about, but it's related: "It seems that you want to be on top of me."

Zhou Qiang's expression changed: "Why, you don't want to?" He immediately fell into a dilemma. Could it be that the other party wants to be superior to him?

This……

"I don't care." Xiao Ying was telling the truth. If he really disliked men, he would not have chosen to marry Yu Feng in the first place: "I'm just worried that you won't..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the hard drive that old man Yu gave him.

At this point, what is in the hard disk seems to have an answer automatically.

"Why don't we go to another day and go to bed early tonight." Xiao Ying seriously suggested.

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Qiang glared at him with an ugly face, as if he was a betrayer, and said coldly: "Tonight is the wedding night, and you are just perfunctory me like this?"

Xiao Ying didn't want to be serious with him at first, but to be honest, tonight is not a qualified wedding night, so she looked around and said: "Look for yourself, there is no atmosphere of a wedding night, obviously you are perfunctory how am I?"

After speaking, he fell back on the bed.

Those few words were like soft knives, piercing Zhou Qiang's heart without warning, making him hurt and panic with embarrassment.

Sitting there, he explained: "I didn't mean to put you off, you know it yourself, we got married in such a hurry..." Besides, it wasn't because someone was rushing, but he didn't care about it: "You want a It's not that I forbid grand weddings, it's you who said not to be extravagant."

Now it seems that I really shouldn't listen to the other party: "Then the wedding will be according to my wishes, as big as it is." To avoid duplicity, and then lose your temper because of grievances.

"Hey, don't don't." As soon as Xiao Ying heard that the wedding was going to be messed up, she hurriedly took off her little princess' coat, got up and said, "Keep everything simple, just keep everything simple."

"Really?" Zhou Qiang didn't believe it.

Xiao Ying swore: "Really, really." He didn't want to make trouble.

Zhou Qiang believed him, and said: "Okay." Then he stared at the young face in front of him with burning eyes, and his Adam's apple moved up and down: "Don't you like me? Why don't you come to me?"

After asking this question without his old face, he really couldn't say any more explicit words.

There is no lawsuit about who likes whom, and Xiao Ying doesn't want to discuss this issue with Zhou Qiang in bed.

He asked his heart, and then he jumped on it like a hungry wolf on a sheep.

While scolding Meng Lang secretly, Zhou Qiang hugged him happily in secret. His four lips kissed together and made a smacking sound, which was much more extraordinary than the innocent kiss just now.

Only after hugging him did Xiao Ying realize why this bastard had to be covered with a pillow...

Because, if you don't cover it, it will break through the sky.

"Uncle Zhou Shi..." Xiao Ying bit her lip and called Zhou Qiang softly, causing Zhou Qiang's eyes to turn red, and then made a rumbling noise as if his head had been struck by lightning.

As if he wanted to strangle Xiao Ying to death, he hugged Xiao Ying vigorously, as if the hug was his Zhou Qiang's.

"What did you call me just now?" After kissing for a while, the man bullying Xiao Ying asked hoarsely as if his throat had been scratched by something.

Xiao Ying said: "Uncle Zhou, respected Uncle Zhou."

It is said that misfortune comes from the mouth, and the first to flirt is cheap.

And Xiao Ying is not only cheap with his mouth, but also with his hands.

"Okay, very good." Zhou Qiang never expected that he could play like this in bed, which really refreshed his three views of a reserved old virgin: "Then you tighten your skin, Uncle Shi will treat you well tonight. "

As he spoke, the young man who was full of indecency was completely restrained, and there was no sign of shame and anger on his cold face.

"weekly……"

Before the word "mast" could be uttered, Xiao Ying was slapped on the ass.

Zhou Qiang said to him coldly, "Call Uncle Shi."

Xiao Ying still felt that he was joking with herself: "Stop messing around, hey, you still tied my hands...Damn..."

It wasn't until Zhou Qiang used this posture to face up, that Xiao Ying realized that the other party was not joking, but couldn't be more serious, and he was acting as a husband and wife with him with the appearance of an elder.

"Zhou Qiang!" Xiao Ying felt a little bit ashamed, until he felt that as soon as he yelled, the other party would frantically adjust, or even stop, and then he accepted that Zhou Qiang didn't intend to humiliate him.

But to be honest, Zhou Qiang's job is really sucks, sucks!

The only advantage is that she is not rude, not the kind who only cares about her own pleasure and ignores people's life and death.

So Xiao Ying tolerantly endured the beeping, but closed her eyes resignedly, and occasionally hummed to show encouragement.

This is Mengxin's highest respect for Mengxin, after all, everyone came here like this.

It is better to grow up with an inexperienced novice than with an old driver.

"...Let go of my hand, I will find a place by myself..." In the end, there was really no other way, Xiao Ying gritted her teeth and said.

Zhou Qiang's face flushed, and he carried it hard without making a sound.

You don't want to lose face, Xiao Ying thought, and then easily broke free from the wrist, grabbed Zhou Qiang's shoulders with both arms and pushed him down, and went up by himself.

"Uncle Zhou, love me well, huh?" Xiao Ying smiled like a target.

Zhou Qiang closed his eyes and didn't speak, he was waiting, waiting for Xiao Ying to adapt himself.

Half an hour later, the smile on Xiao Ying's face turned into a crying one, shamelessly begging for mercy to Zhou Qiang, whom he had laughed at half an hour ago: "Uncle Zhou...good Uncle Shi..."

"..."

"Your uncle Zhou Qiang!"