Qingge

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In the morning, Qingge woke up in the arm of a man. Every time he slept, he would pillow Jing Ge's arm. Sometimes Jing Jing felt numb and did not snoring. Its beautiful name is heating.

Qing Ge is funny and distressed, but he can't change this bad habit and is used to it. Even if a man doesn't hold him, his body will lean on this person instinctively.

Qing Ge just opened his eyes and was confused. Before he could understand the eve tonight, a hoarse voice sounded above his head: "Baby, wake up, good morning."

Qing Ge arched the quilt, and looked at him with a smile: "Jing, good morning."

"Baby, I'll do you again." Duan Junjing sounded a little threateningly, holding Xiao Qingge in his hands, Liu Hai slightly hung down to cover the eyes of Dan Fenghuang, but the desire was obvious.

Qing Ge's arch quilt moves stiffly, feeling the scorching heat against her, her face blushing: "There should be ... it should be still ... soft, no ... no need to lubricate."

...

Duan Jingjing was very tight, and whispered in his ear: "Baby, I'm going in."

"Huh ~ 唔 ~" Qing Ge was suddenly stimulated and made a cat-like scream. I didn't know that this person was as good as a reminder.

"Baby, are you comfortable?" Duan Yanjing was gazing at people, and he was doing morning exercises early in the morning, with a look of satisfaction.

Qing Ge looked crimson, panting lightly, lying under him, with his long legs wrapped around his waist and being turned over and over a few times. The man was not satisfied. This is the last day of this year. He really wants to be in Spend in bed? That's not good?

However, the body is more honest than words, and a silent spit in his mind, Qing Ge holding his back, sighing up, his words intermittent and soft: "Well ... today is ... New Year's Eve, Don't ... too bully me ... "

Softly begging for mercy, but unwilling to talk seriously to this person.

Duan Yunjing looked at him, and was moved. He didn't know what to say. He just reached out to describe his delicate features, his eyes and eyes were full of affection. Qing Ge saw it, smiled happily, and kissed him.

The two were lingering softly, and ended with Qing Ge being held and taking a bath.

Qing Ge is not in good health. Breakfast and lunch must be indispensable. Fortunately, they get up early, and now it is Qing Ge's usual time to lie out of bed.

Qing Ge was half-embracing and wearing clothes. Qing Ge just wanted to stand up, but when he walked around, it always felt weird and swollen, as if the man was still in his body. Qing Ge rarely blushed. ... this early in the morning ...

Duan Yijing took his jacket to put on him, and put on a fluffy hat, and saw his abnormality, Wen said: "Baby, what's wrong?"

Qing Ge tried to be less embarrassed: "It's a little strange to walk ... there ..."

Duan Yunjing could not help but hugged people and laughed: "What a shy thing, and there is no one else in the family, I will hold you down."

"We are like this every day, what if we raise our brother awkwardly?" Qing Ge wrapped around his neck, holding him down by himself, a rare worry.

"Why is raising him crooked? If he can find someone who loves him so much like his brother, what's the matter if it's a man or a woman? It's easier for a man to share things with him, and someone can support him. "Duan Yijing said in a serious manner that he was indeed stocking his younger brother from an early age. Except for right and wrong, he never restricted his younger brother and loved to do everything.

Qing Ge stunned: "Really ..."

Glancing at his man secretly, in fact, it is good to find a man, as long as it will hurt people.

Brother Duan is making breakfast for himself and his brothers in the kitchen. He didn't know that he was very concerned about his sexuality. The little brother who was concerned about his sexuality was convinced by his brother. He adopted a stocking policy for him. He has considered finding someone to raise him. It's really an unscrupulous brother.

Duan Chenchen brought his breakfast out, thinking about going upstairs to wake up his brother, and saw that he was holding the younger brother down, and he was silently slandering. The brother must be doing something inappropriate for children again.

"Brother, brother, I made noodles, and I can have breakfast." Duan Chenchen laughed.

There are three bowls of noodles on the table, garnished with green onions, eggs, meat foam and shredded radish. Duan Chenchen's cooking skills have also been learned from his brother over the years, and ordinary home-cooked dishes are not a problem.

Qing Ge was put down, he sniffed in the past, and sighed, "It's so fragrant, Xiao Chen is really good."

"Little brother, do you taste it fast? Have your favorite meat ~" Duan Chenchen asked for help.

"it is good!"

As soon as he wanted to sit down and eat, the man grabbed his arm, and then Duan Jingjing took a cushion from the sofa and put the person on the seat.

"So comfortable."

Qing Ge sat down with a smile and naturally enjoyed the thoughtfulness of the man.

...

"Jing brother, just toss to the left, just toss." The young singer carried a lantern on the side and directed the man standing on the ladder to hang it at the gate.

"Baby, is this okay?" Duan Yijing turned back and smiled at him, turning his side to make him see more clearly.

"Well, come down carefully, there is another side." Qing Ge fixed the ladder underneath, looked up at him with a smile, and when the man came down, he left a surprise kiss on his lips.

Qing Ge covered her mouth and peeped at anyone passing by. They were always low-key in the community. Except for holding hands and holding their shoulders, they basically did not make too intimate moves, but they did not preach too much, but they did not deny the relationship.

"No one." Duan Yunjing smiled slyly, moved the ladder to the other side, and took the lantern in his hand.

"Hoo, finally hung up." Qing Ge breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to help his man down, "What to do if I climbed so high and fell, but fortunately it only hangs once a year."

Duan Jingjing could not help but "Can your man have that kind of food? Hanging a lantern and falling?"

Qing Ge was wearing home clothes and a hat. The pompom dangled from it, and the chicken shook his head peckingly: "My man is terrible, but I still worry."

Whether it is dangerous or not, as long as you are in a place where you may encounter danger, I will worry that this is an instinct.

"I know, really good." Duan Junjing held him and smiled happily.

In the living room, Duan Chenchen frowned while rubbing his ink. Yes, he was correct, he was rubbing his ink, and the jam kept moving around him, and he played with his toy **** from time to time.

"Xiaochen, is that all right?" Duan Junjing walked over and glanced to help him flatten the red paper.

Since Duan Xiaodi learned soft pen calligraphy, the Duan brothers' spring couplets have always been written by themselves, and are completed by the two of them each year. It is more atmospheric than ordinary people.

Duan Chenchen wrinkled his face: "The ink is fine, but I don't know what to write?"

Duan Junjing: "..." Why do I have such a stupid brother?

"Yeah!" Qing Ge could not help but look at him, "Come and come, my brother reads your writing, let me see the craft of our house."

"Ah, good." Duan Chenchen immediately dipped his pen in ink, waiting for him to read. In fact, the ink has been polished a long time ago, but I can't write.

Qing Ge thought for a moment, and said, "The Shanghai United League is rich in leisure, the Xialian is Shouwai Gengning, and everything is written in a horizontal batch."

Duan Yanchen's eyes brightened: "This is good." He wrote it on the paper in a stroke, deserving to be a person who has passed the examination and won the prize. He wrote it down without any ambiguity, and he definitely got home.

"Oh, this is the willow body. It is very thin and balanced. I learned nine imaging, which is really good." Qing Ge said after watching for a while, he was weak and could not go out to play everywhere, so he could only read more books. Practicing words is a bit useful, at least not to mention reading poetry books, but also versatile.

Duan Jingjing knew when he was singing the Spring Festival couplet that he was young, and the baby would surely surprise him. I never expected that the baby would know so much.

"Baby, have you practiced it?" Duan Junjing hugged the man, resting his chin on his shoulder and chuckling, "How much surprise do you have to give me?"

Qing Ge said with a smile: "As for my body, I have to think about it when I go out to play. I can only read the book at home, and by the way, practice the words. You want to know what I say to you."

Qing Ge's temperament is also honed day by day in the book. He is not proud and impatient, elegant and decent, and really has poetry and self-confidence in his heart. 2k novel reading network