Chapter 135

"I'm going."

"Go to sleep. Don't wait for me. I'll go back to sleep when I'm sleepy. Xu Haodong agrees to kiss Fang Zheng in front of him. By the way, he glances at Fang Zheng's drawing book. The general lines are sketched out, but the lines are so messy that he can't see anything.

Just close the door when you go out.

The sound of footsteps went all the way to the bedroom, and Fang Zheng locked the door for fear that he might peek.

Anxious to go back to painting, did not carefully watch the door.

Fang Zheng also knows his figure very well, so it's much easier to draw through the lines.

A gorgeous sofa, European style, black sofa, red pillow, he was lying on the pillow, naked, buttocks rounded, waist collapsed, legs extended at will, the upper part of the body to make the action to get up, the body slightly side out, revealing a small part of the abdomen, and the shadow under the abdomen, it seems that this position is not exposed, all the photos are 360 degrees When he comes out, he knows how to draw the shadow on his back, the muscles on his arm, and how much hair can leak out at this angle.

When he drew his face again, Fang Zheng hesitated. In the picture, he got up. Was he uncomfortable when he got up, or was it because he saw someone coming in? It's a leisurely posture. Visitors should be very familiar with it and let it relax. Only Xu Haodong can let it relax to this extent. Seeing Xu Haodong coming, he shouldn't smile, but is shy and charming. This is the painting Xu Haodong wants, so it's more charming.

Charm? Good words!

What's your charm like? Or do you have this expression? Has not been overcast not sunny can have such hook person's expression?

Try to squeeze out a few expressions in front of the mirror. It's either blind or paralyzed.

The failure made him want to smash his cell phone.

I can't help thinking about smoking with my chin. What attracts Xu Haodong with my cold and dead appearance? What does he love about me? It's not even a funny smile. He's not eating?

No, no, think about it.

Think about when Xu Haodong's heart beat too fast?

The first time they did that, he drank a little too much, and then Xu Haodong sat in front of him, naked and hooked his ankle. Xu Haodong took off his upper body. A bucket of cold water splashed on him. The water splashed down his skin. He sat on Xu Haodong's knee, kissing on the wall. It was a bit rude and painful, but it was sweet. He hugged him on the sink and kissed him. He held his hand in his arms and put it into his underpants.

Fang Zheng takes out a bottle of wine from the cupboard and drinks it himself. As soon as he loses his glass, he picks up his brush and thinks about the naked Xu Haodong sitting in front of him. He smiles, his lips rise, and his eyes focus on him.

As soon as the door opened, Xu Haodong appeared at the door. Xu Haodong, who had been sleeping for a long time, appeared at the door in a black underpants, low waist, bare feet, with a few hairs exposed.

Then sit on the opposite chair.

Elbow knee, body forward, eyes like fire, * * *, focus on looking at Fang Zheng, and then, the corner of the mouth hook, smile.

Alcohol encouraged Fang Zheng's talent, or Fang Zheng was still drunk, but he was not so drunk, and he could draw with a paintbrush.

Fang Zheng's breathing becomes short and * * stares at Xu Haodong. It's just this feeling that makes him blush and heartbeat. If he can't recognize his breathing, he will change his speed. He is red in the ears and hot in the face. With a little shyness and a little desire, when he looks at himself in the mirror, Fang Zheng knows that it's not that he looks cold and dead without any attraction, but that he doesn't really get excited.

When the imaginary person just sits here and looks at him like this, his eyes will be watery and honey like. He can't help but want to laugh. He can't help but face his four eyes and have an impulse to hug him.

The brush dipped in the pigment, shuasha draw eyes, eyes seem to have the shadow of each other, draw a longing for joy, for a brush, stained with a very light pink peach, light faint, almost can't see so light, painted in the cheek, it is to see the lover can't control the blush, and ear tip, see his ear heat.

The corners of the mouth rise and smile contentedly.

Gaze, look at each other.

Xu Haodong stood up from his seat and went around to the back of Fang Zheng, looking at the simple lines and the head on the canvas.

It's really lifelike, just like the photos.

The hair is scattered, there is no braid, scattered in the ears, shoulders and cheeks. Fang Zheng's eyes in the canvas seem to be talking, and his lips are slightly open, it seems to be shouting. The direction of the eyes, from this point of view, Yihao is the position where Xu Haodong just sat.

The shyness and joy, the longing in the eyes, the joy on the face are all on the canvas.

Xu Haodong embraces Fang Zheng's waist.

"Daughter in law, that's what you thought of me when I came in just now."

Bite Fang Zheng's ear and kiss slowly."I see my blood burning."

"Don't disturb me."

Fang Zheng's breath was a little urgent, and he wanted to pull Xu Haodong's arm tightly around his waist, but he stroked Xu Haodong's arm.

"I haven't finished yet."

"Painting! Draw together! You draw yourself, I draw my daughter-in-law! "

Xu Haodong has so many bad tastes that Fang Zheng's unspoken love can't match.

Today, Fang Zheng's pants are very simple sports pants. They are black with a bar. It seems that his legs are very long and comfortable to wear, which is the most convenient for Xu Haodong to take off.

This kind of thing is that, knowing that it will happen sooner or later, my body and mind are ready, but I am still a little shy. This kind of shyness is a little sweet, a little expectant, and I am embarrassed to say it. So the little excitement in my heart.

Fang Zheng feels confused that Xu Haodong is kissing his body. He is obsessed and tender!

Just about to scold him as a jerk, I can't bear it any more in my voice and brain.

"I love you."

Fang Zheng said something in a dumb voice. Then he lost his consciousness. Xu Haodong stroked his body and kissed every inch of him. He held Fang Zheng in his arms like a treasure, and his heart was filled.

The person who has been thinking about for so long is finally his from body to heart.

Xu Haodong was very satisfied with this birthday gift. He looked at it again and again, and then prepared to mount it and put it on the bedside of their house.

How beautiful.

Do you know that there is a stick on the side of the pond? It's light brown and hairy. It's said that it's a traditional Chinese medicine. But in some places, it's used to smoke mosquitoes. It's all played by children. Looking at the colorful sticks, do they look like dandelions? Draw some water plants below. What a beautiful picture of a pond.

No? Is the stick too thin? Is this a bit thick?

Easy to do, add a few strokes, draw corn cobs.

What a big field! The corn is growing. The fresh and delicious corn cob is tender and juicy. It's delicious to cook and eat!

Isn't that all right?

Not yet? What's the shape of the ball below? Yes, a mountain! As far as the mountains are concerned, these balls are big rocks, and these sticks are the mountains that stand up?

What? Too short? Can't you draw that majestic feeling?

Xu Haodong racked his brains and pondered for a whole night. Then when Fang Zheng finally woke up, he came to Fang Zheng with this strange painting full of several sticks.

As soon as Fang Zheng saw this strange painting, he remembered the shameless scene of painting on the canvas last night when the seasoning was painted on the small * *! Blushing is a mess.

"Daughter in law, do you want this painting bound up and hung on the wall?"

"You need face!"

Fang Zheng's face is more red. Can you hang the picture of Xiao * * on the wall? You're the only one who shows off?

Look at the shape. Can it hang up?

"Do you want to decorate it?"

Xu Haodong has special suggestions.

"What do you want to accomplish?"

What can this big haw map be made of? It's all a group of haws. Although it's colorful, it's just the shape printed. This thing should be thrown away, or hidden and burned. Never take it out to shame, or the whole world will know how hot their first time is! I thought they were insane.

He still wants to hang up? Do you want a face?

"Hairy style."

Fang Zheng blinks. He doesn't know much about flowers and plants, but is this hairy style a cactus? Just cactus is flat, hairy style is the kind of tall Optimus? I don't know whether the specific attribute is a subject. Anyway, it's the same as cactus. It's spiny, especially high.

Xu Haodong became a botanist, especially with excellent moral character of conveying knowledge. With a mobile phone, Fang Zheng really found it.

It's really about the same as cactus. It's all thorns. It's green and full of thorns. When it's high, it can be as high as five or six meters. It's very thick.

"These two eggs are grandchildren. The ball is also a kind of cactus. If you draw a prick on an egg, it becomes a cactus. "

"Then you make a little prick on these sticks, and they turn into hairy style."

"And then."

Xu Haodong pointed to the blank space.

"Draw a little desert here. What a beautiful picture of desert plants!"

Xu Haodong thinks that he is an artist who was delayed by fighting when he was a child. If he learns to draw, he is definitely a great painter. His imagination is rich!

Last night, when we were making out with each other, we used a small * * dipped in pigment to print so many chicken pictures on the canvas! It's better to have a camel, a sun and a former camel. That's the way to desert!

Isn't it very interesting!

Is his idea good? You just say OK!Fang Zheng looked down at Xu Haodong's legs and felt a little pain in some unspeakable place