Good Morning, Mr. President!

Wen Yanzhi went violently.

He began to become restless, hiding five cigarettes in his bathroom, only to feel a strong reaction somewhere in the body.

Over there, Jing Rong's skin disappeared and no one was seen. He finally gave up calling him, but fortunately the temperature of the water was constant, so as not to freeze to death in the bathtub.

Waited and waited, Master Wenda was long overdue. Come back this time, there is no longer the proud look of the former Sao Bao, but his face is ashamed. Obviously it is a New Year's Day, but his appearance is like going to a funeral.

Jing Rong said helplessly: "If you don't want to, I'll do it myself."

Wen Yanzhi is really not willing! This little fart must be a fairy! How else could he suddenly become so strange?

He grabbed the towel, wrapped Jing Rong in a random way, wrapped him tightly, like a bitch. His eyes did not dare to float on him, and his hands did not dare to touch. The juvenile skin was hot across the towel. His palms are also hot.

This feeling is terrible!

In the past, even if I was holding a woman in my arms, I never felt so hot.

Jing Rong originally thought that this guy would definitely be a mess again, but he did not expect this time to be very good. However, he didn't talk much. Although Jing Rong thought that he was strange, he was also very happy and didn't take the initiative to talk to provoke him.

Wen Yanzhi put on his clothes. After wearing them, his breathing was heavy and his face was sweating.

Jing Rong asked him, "Are you sick?"

Wen Yanzhi was angry, "Yes, I'm sick. Neuropathy."

Erect erections in front of Jing Rong, what is not neuropathy? He felt that he was too hungry, so this inexplicable symptom appeared.

"..." Jing Rong's clear eyes looked at him suspiciously, his eyes were as clear as water without any impurities. Wen Yanzhi's lips warmed up, his face sullen, "Don't stare at me, turn around! Just kissed me, I haven't settled with you yet!"

Jing Rong was speechless. He had seen narcissistic but never seen such a narcissistic.

After Wen Yanzhi pulled the zipper on his trousers, he suddenly said, "You have to endure these days."

"Ok?"

"The next time I take a bath, I'll wash you when they come back."

This man really said one out is one out. Didn't you say that before? But Jing Rong nodded obediently. "Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't wash for a few days."

He didn't want to cause trouble for Wen Yanzhi for no reason.

Wen Yanzhi really took Jing Rong back, but the old man had heard Wen Xue said that he had a friend staying at home, so when he saw Jing Rong, he was not surprised at all. Coupled with Jing Rong's gentleness and politeness, the second elder liked him very much.

Jing Rong found that Wen Yanzhi, who had been unable to stop, was unexpectedly quiet this evening. When he was talking to the second old man, he just listened and thoughtfully.

When Jing Rong turned his head, he always met his eyes. But he always stayed away the first time.

Wen Xue also saw that he was wrong.

"Why are you stubborn tonight?"

"It's okay." Wen Yanzhi didn't dare to talk nonsense. Wen Xue whispered, if he knew that he was actually Jingrong ...

That picture is almost daring to imagine.

"Really okay? I see you always staring at Brother Jingrong. Yan Zhi, you won't be ..."

"Sister, Jing Rong lives here tonight, you help me take care of him." Wen Yanzhi interrupted Wen Xue's words. He anxiously extinguished the cigarette **** in his hand.

"I take care? You can't live here?" Wen Xue asked.

Jing Rong apparently heard this and looked up to see Wen Yanzhi.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to stay here, or rather, stay here without Wen Yan's presence.

Although they are all Wen Yanzhi's family members, they have met Wen Xue many times, but they are only known and not very familiar. Now, he is a burden to everyone, and he is unwilling to give people trouble.

"I have a date." Wen Yanzhi stood up, trying to ignore the message that Jing Rong released ‘Let him stay’.

Since this little boy has lived in his own house, he has not been with a woman for a long time, so of course, he can no longer give in to the pleasurable look.

"New Year's Eve, with whom?" The two elderly people were obviously dissatisfied with his Chinese New Year.

"Of course Chinese New Year is dating the most important person. I have appointments with hot and hot women. I wo n’t be back tonight, so you do n’t have to wait for me."

He said, waved his hands smartly, and started to leave. From start to finish, Jingrong was not glanced at.

Mr. Wen scolded, "Smelly boy, since he is such an important person, why can't he bring it back!"

"I think this kid should find a wife to come back and take care of him!" Madam Wen also said.

"I agree!" Wen Xue agreed.

Jing Rong didn't speak at the side, but just stared at the leaving back. It wasn't until the sound of the car's engine rang out that the car whistled and disappeared quickly, his eyes slowly drawn back.

"Jing Rong, have you seen this boyfriend's girlfriend? How about it? It doesn't look good, isn't it a regular girl?" The old lady grabbed him and asked.

Jing Rong returned to his head, bowed his head, and smiled, "It is a teacher in our school, very beautiful."

But it is not the object of his appointment tonight, it is difficult to guarantee.

"If he takes him home next time, you must remember to call us for a report and I must go and watch." The old lady urged.

Jing Rong nodded, "certainly."

Jing Rong thought that he probably thought of bed. Lying in a strange room, a strange bed, tossing and restlessly.

At this moment, the young master Wen Yanzhi estimates that he should be drunk in which gentle village.

Jing Rong closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

——

the other side.

Wen Yanzhi really made an appointment. A little in the phone book, Sunny, Lily, or Wenny, he can't tell himself, but this doesn't prevent him from dating.

As a result, what made him depressed and more violent happened.

In the face of the hot beauty who took off in front of himself, he not only had no interest at all, but even **** had become an obstacle.

He was in the bathroom, imagining the woman's face, and tried it with his hands several times, but somewhere he was not fighting and was always weak.

The beautiful lady knocked on the door carefully and sincerely suggested, "Master Wen, why don't you ... try this?"

Wen Yanzhi despondently opened the door, and a box of Indian divine oil appeared in front of him. His face suddenly turned black like a pot sticker.

Lao Tzu has clearly survived and is still alive and well.

"Don't like it?" The beauty looked at his face and suggested again, "or else, I'll give you a number at the andrology department? My friend is the doctor there, and I'll be on duty tonight. I can go and see."

"... Go away." Wen Yanzhi finally could not bear it. He was rubbed into a ball and thrown into the toilet.