Inferior pampering

Chapter 79

　　Sugar-coated cannonballs are indeed sharp weapons.

　　He couldn't wait to see He Zhuo, so he ran out with his backpack in his hands, and soon saw the eye-catching red Wrangler behind the mountain.

　　He Zhuo was leaning against the car door smoking a cigarette, saw his anxious face and waved lightly: "Come here."

　　The kitten threw himself into his arms against the wind and snow all over his body, and the mellow aroma of wine hit his arms.

　　The cigarette at He Zhuo's fingertip was almost knocked off, Ji Tingyu was a little greedy when he saw it: "Give me a sip."

　　"No, I want cigarettes as soon as I come up."

　　He Zhuo suddenly put the cigarette into his mouth and sucked it hard.

　　"Why are you smoking so fast?"

　　"Not a single bite will be left to you."

　　Ji Tingyu: "..." It's not that you are immature or not!

　　He pounced on him and grabbed it, but He Zhuo raised his arm and refused to give it to him. He stole a kiss before sending the cigarette over.

　　"Did you suck it up!"

　　"No, it's yours."

　　He Zhuo didn't give it directly, took a puff by himself first, then took out the cigarette with his index finger and middle finger, and fed it to his lips: "Open your mouth."

　　As if he had calculated it, when Ji Tingyu bowed his head to Han, the smoke from He Zhuo's mouth just overflowed.

　　The thick white mist, like the sleeves of a dancing girl, rolled his tongue slowly and gracefully, caressed his lips, touched the tip of his nose, and finally diffused, blurring his face.

　　Ji Tingyu was biting the cigarette butt in a daze, he had long forgotten to move, and just looked up.

　　It has to be said that He Zhuo is the sexiest smoking man he has ever seen, it seems that the tobacco he swallowed has become a bit easier to smoke.

　　As soon as this idea came up, He Zhuo asked, "Is it good?"

　　"cough--"

　　Ji Tingyu choked, "It's, it's okay."

　　His voice sounded muffled because of the cigarette he was biting on.

　　He Zhuo glanced at the tips of his blushing ears: "Nonsense, you haven't tasted it at all."

　　"Am I blocking you?"

　　He stretched out his slender index finger and flicked Ji Tingyu's Adam's apple, like plucking the strings of a piano, and then pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

　　"Okay, you can throw up."

　　The permissive tone, the condescending eyes, inexplicably made Ji Tingyu feel familiar.

　　When he spit out the smoke ring, he felt like he was being teased, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, and he ran away with a stinky face with a fucking expression of "Did I get played by someone?" Don't play tricks with you, I'll go find Rosalind for dinner."

　　He Zhuo looked at his turbulent back and grinned, holding the cigarette in his mouth while laughing, taking a lingering puff on the place where Ji Tingyu had held his breath.

　　After one sip no more.

　　He snuffed out the spark, squeezed the half cigarette with his bony fingers and rubbed it for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to his lips, and kissed the wet cigarette holder lightly, as if kissing a shy lover.

　　At this time, Ji Tingyu, who left his backpack and came back to look for him, was hiding behind a tree in embarrassment, taking a panoramic view of this scene.

　　too perverted...

　　Why does this bastard He Zhuo always do this...

　　Stealing his cigarettes from the first time we met, now that both of them are better, they are still so amorous.

　　The cat put its face on the tree, and felt a hot, itchy, tingling sensation rushing up from the most ticklish place on the soles of its feet, up its spine, and then up to its head. It instantly opened his mind and realized that something was wrong just now. .

　　If you jump out of the scene and take out the four sentences He Zhuo said, it will become——

　　"Open your mouth."

　　"Does it suck?"

　　"Am I blocking you?"

　　"Okay, you can throw up."

　　Oh shit! Isn't that exactly what he said in the morning!

　　Ji Tingyu was so ashamed that he punched Xiaoshu hard, the leaves screamed loudly, he was so frightened that he quickly crouched down with his head in his arms.

　　The phone in his pocket buzzed against his thigh, and he took it out as if he had been scalded, and the cat fur exploded on the spot.

　　I saw a WeChat message from He Zhuo pop up on the screen:

　　Shall I throw your backpack under a tree? I can pretend not to see you.

　　Ji Tingyu: Get lost! !

　　-

　　Because of that message, Ji Tingyu ignored him all afternoon.

　　He Zhuo worked with them in the afternoon and didn't stop until five or six o'clock.

　　The sunset glow rises from the sky, and orange-red silk threads are drawn from the blue sky like fish bones.

　　Ji Tingyu unscrewed the water bottle and poured it down his thirsty smoldering throat, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter from a crowd in the distance, surrounded by something noisily.

　　He walked over and stood outside the crowd, and saw a fat bobcat squeezed next to He Zhuo's leg, rubbing his calf obsequiously, begging to be petted, and He Zhuo actually picked the cat's chin .

　　"Hey, let's take it back and raise it." Meng Fan suggested, "Don't Mr. He like it too?"

　　He Zhuo didn't say a word, another smart team member took the bait and said, "Of course I like it, I'll feed you all these expensive little dried fish."

　　Ji Tingyu looked down, and sure enough, he saw a can of dried fish that was exactly the same as the one he gave to him at He Zhuo's feet, and his heart suddenly felt bad: Didn't you buy it for me?

　　But the clever team member made up the knife again: "It turns out that He is always a cat controler, no wonder he circles around the boss all day."

　　"Ha!" Ji Tingyu turned his head and rolled his eyes.

　　"Hey, the boss is here." Seeing him, Rosalin hurriedly took out a report: "Oh, I've been looking for you for a long time, please help me to see if it's written correctly."

　　Everyone around the lynx turned their heads at the sound, and He Zhuo also raised his eyes, with his hand still on the cat's back, and met Ji Tingyu's eyes, and heard him utter a strange sentence: "If you didn't write If it's wrong, it's right."

　　Rosalind: "..."

　　The author has something to say:

　　Rosalind: Didn't you put it here and put it here?

　　Article 150 of the Jitingyu maintenance guide: When the kitten is embarrassing, pretend not to see it.

　　Article 151: Occasionally, you can also tease appropriately.

Chapter 48

　　He Zhuo's heart skipped a beat at that moment, and he lifted his hand from the lynx's back reflexively.

　　It is no exaggeration to say that he was more nervous than when he was sixteen years old when he first shot a pistol.