Chapter 50

"May I smoke?"

"Yes."

While Fang Zheng is lowering his head to tidy up his pencil, Xu Haodong looks at this chair, which is a very simple computer chair.

When I sit there, I think about it. It's estimated that a painting will take an hour. Now he's dizzy. He has to choose a comfortable position and sit back. He is close to the computer chair and puts his left ankle on his right knee. In this way, from the position of Fang, he won't see his * * part. He lights a cigarette and smokes like this.

Xu Haodong has a very beautiful figure in the eyes of painters. His muscles are very good-looking, and his lines are very smooth. He probably didn't shave in the morning. He has a rough sense of stubble. He let go of it. He didn't feel shy and embarrassed. It doesn't matter if he became bold.

Sitting posture is big, posture is idle, angular face looms in the smoke.

The shoulders are wide, the chest muscles are strong, the abdominal muscles are clear, and the legs are long and strong.

The chair is a little small for him. He sits and leans on it. He can see his abdominal muscles clearly. He doesn't say how many hairs are leaking out of his lower abdomen. The key parts are blocked by his thighs. It's not so direct, but it's very sexy.

A kind of masculine temperament belonging to a tough man.

Rough, wild, tough.

Fang Zheng had drawn many people when he was learning to draw, and body drawing was compulsory. Xu Haodong is the only one who can make him have the impulse of painting.

I peeped at him taking a bath several times. At night, I was a little far away from him. I didn't see carefully. This time, I put on my glasses to see clearly. I could see every hair on his body.

I want to paint big and realistic paintings.

The pencil is sketching on the paper. It is very fast. When the line draft is drawn, it begins to draw the details.

"Is my daughter-in-law handsome?"

"Some face!"

"I think I'm pretty handsome, or you won't draw me."

Xu Haodong is good at comforting himself.

Fang Zheng hums and laughs. Xu Haodong is very open-minded. Others don't praise him.

"Daughter in law, you smile so well. Have you ever painted yourself?"

"I did."

"Look in the mirror."

"Well, take off my coat, turn my back to the mirror, and then use a mirror to reflect. I can draw my back."

"When you finish painting me, you can draw yourself next to me. Other people's wedding photos are all computer-generated. We can draw our own. We can see how convenient it is. Our daughter-in-law is versatile. We can save money on wedding photos."

"Those who wear clothes, those who don't wear clothes and those who are happy to wear women's clothes are OK. Draw casually, daughter-in-law. Shall I change my posture? "

"Don't talk, don't move."

"Ah

Xu Haodong keeps his posture with backache.

"It's a bastard who doesn't move!"

Even if you want to change your posture, people won't let you, just keep it and treat yourself as a little bastard.

Fang Zheng doesn't know why he talks so much.

In fact, when Xu Haodong doesn't speak, he is more charming than he is when he speaks, especially when he looks like this, or he frowns and thinks, which is very tasteful and attractive. But when he opens his mouth, it's like he takes off his clothes, which destroys the aesthetic feeling.

I took off my clothes and saw the hot underwear.

When you speak, you don't have the high and cold demeanor that a rough and tough man should have.

Xu Haodong looks at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looks up at him occasionally.

Glasses degree should not be high, he wears glasses and does not wear glasses on two temperament, do not wear glasses when the whole person is a little cold, light. Wearing glasses has a warm temperament, especially an artist's temperament.

It is estimated that the effect of alcohol, his eyes slightly red, long eyelashes, a lift down like a small fan, this does not love reading eyes like, so far away he can see Fangzheng eyelashes.

White some fat shirt, sleeve roll high, small arm white can shine, wrist bone hand shape is very delicate and beautiful.

Loose neckline to untie two or three buttons, clavicle shoulder although blocked by the easel can not see, but can know.

Fang Zheng is a little thin. He can raise goldfish in his clavicular fossa.

But it's quite white. I can see the blood vessels on the white arm and neck clearly.

I'll swallow it and my throat will move.

He always looks at himself with keen eyes. Every time he sees his body, it feels like, how to say, it's like burning a red knife on his body. When he looks at him inch by inch, Xu Haodong can feel it, or even know which part Fang Zheng painted without looking at it. Where Fang Zheng's eyes looked at him, he felt that this skin was very hot.

Chest, abdomen, waist.

No, it's getting hotter somewhere. It's a bit out of control.

Fang Zheng's painting hands stopped. Just now, he seemed to see some part of his body. It was quiet.

There was no noise of cars coming and going, and Fangzheng's studio still had double glass to isolate the outside sound.

Quietly, you can hear the sound of the pencil moving on the paper.Quiet seems to be able to hear each other's sudden disorderly heartbeat.

I can really hear each other's shortness of breath in silence.

It seems that the alcohol is coming up. Fang Zheng's face starts to turn red and his ears start to heat. He takes a deep breath and wants to calm his heart. He throws himself into painting. He looks up at Xu Haodong and wants to continue painting, but their eyes suddenly turn to the top.

Xu Haodong's eyes are the same as lighting the air.

The air became hot and humid. It was too sticky to breathe. Very hot, very hot. It's like the breath that comes out of your nose is full of sparks.

Xu Haodong suddenly stood up, and no matter what he was wearing, he moved very fast. He rushed to Fangzheng with several strides and put Fangzheng on the bed.

The easel slammed to the ground, and Fang Zheng was pressed between the sheets. Fortunately, he didn't continue painting, or the semi-finished products would be spent.

The fat shirt was torn open and thrown to the foot of the bed, and the heat in the body began to burn more and more.

The rejecting hand was pressed on both sides of the head, one leg was injured and couldn't move, and the other leg was crushed.

The overwhelming kiss, the impenetrable attack.

I still drink too much.

Fang Zheng thought so when he closed his eyes.

Why didn't you kick him off if you didn't drink too much? Don't drink too much, how to still break open hands when that punch didn't go down? I don't drink too much. How can I hold his back when he sticks his body up?

It turns out that kissing and hugging people is the taste?

Hot, dizzy, comfortable?

It's just a little bit painful. His stubble is worn on his neck, which makes his neck tingle. What's more, his lips are numb and his neck is bitten.

The sweat skin was so hot that it pressed on him.

Suffocating kisses make it difficult for Fang Zheng to breathe. When he bites his shoulder, Fang Zheng takes a big breath. It's all the smell of Xu Haodong. The strong smell of hormones stimulates Fang Zheng to drink.

Wine is a good thing, can let people indulge, can let people forget a lot of unhappy.

His hot palms slide down against his belly. Fang grabs his shoulder.

Restless, hot, in a moment, all burst out.

Tissue balls all over the floor.

Xu Haodong lies on Fang Zheng and gasps hard. Fang Zheng's hair is wet. He closes his eyes, pushes Xu Haodong aside, sits up, feels for a cigarette from the head of the bed, lights a cigarette and takes a heavy puff.

Xu Haodong covers his upper body with a quilt, wriggling to fight for several seals on his chest. Poked the side to fight the belly. Holding half a voice.

"Rascal, play with my * *, I know you men don't have a good thing, you drunk me today just want to do something to me."

Fang Zheng put a mouthful of cigarette into his mouth.

"Don't be disgusting."

Xu Haodong, like a cat full of food, laughs that he is no longer learning the plot of a TV play. He turns over and sits up, holding the cigarette in his hand.

Fang Zheng picked up the shirt on the ground, casually put it on his body and got out of bed.

"Why are you going?"

"Take a bath."

Fang zhengtou did not return, so he went back to his room to get his clothes, and then went downstairs to take a bath.

Xu Haodong also wants to go, but he is dizzy. Alcohol makes him dizzy.

Strange, strange, drink so many fight in the end drunk or not drunk? I can't fall when I turn a leg. I don't even shake my hand when I draw. The pen is straight. But how could he be so good? He took several steps and didn't kiss deeply, so he rolled off.

Touching his waist and kissing him, Fang Zheng closed his eyes and said he had drunk too much. Just mumbled so three words, then you touch me, I kiss you.

Drink too much. Do you have one like him?

If you want to do this, you can drink to him every day, and then you can feel dizzy, and then you can hug him and sleep together every day.

Xu Haodong lay on the bed for a while. He almost fell asleep. He didn't wait for Fang to come back to sleep. He was ready to share the bed next time.

Yawning downstairs, Fang Zheng fell asleep on the sofa. It's estimated that after washing, the alcohol is really on the head, the hair is not cleaned, the buttons on the pajamas are not right, the bath towel is thrown aside, and there are kiss marks on the neck, so I sleep very heavily.

After drinking too much hot water, I feel dizzy. I'm sure I'm going to sleep like this.

Xu Haodong is trying to get Fang Zheng back to his room. He drinks a lot too. Is he staggering and falling again?

He simply wrapped a towel on Fang Zheng's head and took a small quilt to cover it.

Put away all the wine bottles on the tea table, and he lay down on the ground.

Sharp ha, sleep.

Both of them drank a lot. If it wasn't for the impression on their necks, they really thought it was a spring dream.

When Fang Zheng wakes up, he sits on the sofa and sleeps. He listens to his side and ears. Outside, he kicks Xu Haodong with his uninjured foot.

"It's raining. Go to bed."

Xu Haodong five fans three Oh, get up and sit on the sofa, only wearing a small underpants of the tall body to the knee of Fang Zheng, face buried in Fang Zheng's belly, curled up legs, sleep in a nest, also so group pillow Fang Zheng's knee. "I want to hold you."He mumbled and snored again.

Fang Zheng covers Xu Haodong with his blanket.

Moved a more comfortable posture, smoking and looking outside, it rained.

I don't know what to think.

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