A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the junior high school, he suddenly called out an adult declaration, something that Yan Hang hadn't expected.

There are more than ten days before his first birthday, and he has been carrying out various imaginations on that day.

Although he knew that they would definitely have a big fight on the day when they came back on the first day of the junior high, he did not expect that they would suddenly ask for the battlefield on the first day of the junior high.

Just shaking God like this, he was pressed onto the bed by the first day.

I have to say that the coyote of the car mechanic is indeed quite strong, especially when he is suddenly excited. jpg, when he presses his shoulder, he almost can't move.

However, he didn't have much actual combat experience in the first year of the first year. Whether it was fighting on the street or on the bed, he was still a little tenderer. Yan Hang pressed his ribs, and the strength of his hands was immediately relieved on the first day of the first year.

"Small things," Yan Hang took the opportunity to raise his knees, pushed him down against the waist of the first year of junior high school, rolled over and pressed on him, "It's quite fierce?"

"Scared you to death, right." Chu Yi unyieldingly grabbed his waistband with his backhand, and pulled his pants down fiercely.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed.

But he doesn't mind taking off his pants, anyway, it saves time while fighting.

He bowed his head and kissed the ear on the first day of the junior high school. On the first day of the junior high school, he struggled and rolled over. He put his arms around him and kissed him back, panting and making a face.

After a mad kiss and a mad touch, the first day of the junior high school finally recovered a little bit of sanity. Although the body did not cooperate, he still hugged Yan Hang and refused to let go, and wanted to bite Yan Hang's body with a strong urge.

Of course there are other impulses, the impulse that can make his eyes red at this moment.

But he still controlled himself.

"Go take a shower." Yan Hang touched his lips.

"Yeah." Chu Yi pinched on his waist, but didn't move.

It's normal to take a shower. They both have a habit of taking a shower when they come back from the outside, but he doesn't want to move at this time, he wants to hold his arms close to each other.

Yan Hang didn't move after saying this, rubbing lightly against the earlobe at the corner of his mouth.

After getting tired for a while, Yan Hang finally got up and got out of bed. With their current state, they will definitely not be able to do something if they get tired, but they both want to "do" something. hit.

Yan Hang took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. He planned to take a bath first, calm down, and then hold a family meeting.

The theme of the meeting is up and down.

He put the change of clothes on the shelf, hesitated after turning on the hot water, turned and walked to the door.

When he was about to lock the door from the inside, the door was opened, and he bumped into him like a cow on the first day of the new year. If it weren't for his reaction, he dodged backwards, feeling that the door could slap his face directly.

"I fucking took you," Yan Hang pointed to the first year who had stripped himself off, "Just ask if you took medicine on the plane today."

"No." Chu Yi hugged him, and the whole person leaned forward.

No matter how tall he is, he is a big dog of over 1.8 meters on the first day of the junior high school. With all the weight of his body, Yan Hang had to step back two steps and leaned against the wall.

But at the first thought, it is impossible to succeed at this point. He must be more powerful than Yan Hang, but he can't and can't bear to use any energy. Besides, Yan Hang has countless magical and strange tricks that can get out of trouble in a second. Against the opponent, the first day of the day didn't want him to fall on the bathroom floor.

The tile floor is very cold in winter.

But at this moment he feels like a demon, he wants to stick to Yan Hang, feel the temperature on his body, smell his body, touch the skin with his lips, and stroke the skin with his fingers.

The teeth are all about to move.

Then he bit Yan Hang on his shoulder.

Yan Hang's shoulders are pretty, thin but not thin, with very tight and smooth small muscles. With this bite, the desire in the body is directly bitten to the floor.

No, it's several floors.

Especially when Yan Hang took a breath because of the bite too hard, he felt that he could sweep a street with a gun.

"Dogzi," Yan Hang's hand slid, and his fingertips swept across his stomach, "Can you calm down first?"

"You are like this," the first day of the month gasped, "Who makes it cold and calm?"

Yan Hang wanted to laugh, but did not laugh. He was not calmer than he was in the first year of the junior high. When he reached out to lock the bathroom door, he still felt that he was quite calm, but after hitting in the first one, he felt as if he was in the body. Throwing it into a brazier, it started burning from the lower abdomen, and it burned all over the body in a few seconds.

The breathing burned out of rhythm.

At this moment, all he was thinking about was the tight and smooth back when he was pressed by him on the first day of the new year.

His hand continued to drop, and while touching Xiao Yi, he also touched a magical thing.

Xiao Yi got dressed.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang touched it again in shock, ignoring the excitement of breathing in his ears at the first moment, "When did you wear it?"

"Just now," Chu Yi said with a muffled voice in his shoulders, holding his arms around him, "also wipe it, wipe it well..."

"Moisturizing your dog's slippery agent?" Yan Hang wanted to push him away, but Chu Yi came up quite vigorously. He hugged him and didn't relax, "When did you buy it!"

"Sleeve box, gift in the box, gift," said the first day of the new year, "intention, no surprise, no surprise, happy?"

"Get out!" Yan Hang was indeed quite surprised. When he played with the cover before, he felt that the Communist Party was not too many and used a very large box. It was not environmentally friendly at all. He didn't expect it to have this inside. Kind of giveaway!

This is the mistake of the old driver. Don't think that you don't read the box because you know everything. There is gift information on the box!

The dog had actually made preparations first, and Yan Hang felt that he could clearly understand the determination and desire of the first year of junior high.

After all, from innocence to deterioration, this time span is a bit too short, and if the impact is too great, it will make people crazy.

Desire drives the dog crazy.

Although the two people are unwilling and want to express their wishes in every action, but at the same time every action is too tired of each other, there is not even a second separation gap.

Yan Hang made the final attack. He turned on the shower with his backhand, and the water immediately spilled.

"It's flushed out," Yan Hang pushed Chuyi away with a palm, and the water poured down between the two of them. He said very sympathetically, "It's not lubricated."

On the first day of the first day, the shower was slapped off the wall with a palm, and the shower tumbling hard on the ground several times, turned into a fountain, lying between them, nourishing water from bottom to top.

"It's completely gone." Yan Hang hugged the first one and kissed hard.

On the first day of the new year, he kicked the sprinkler away, and then pressed it over and kissed him on his face: "Also, it's useless, it's use up."

"I'm going to your mother." Yan Hang said, touching twice on the back of the first day of junior high school and scratching his ass again.

"I retreat, take a step back," Chu Yi touched a steel peg from the soap box next to the washbasin, "throw it."

"...Is you sick?" Yan Hang looked at him, his eyes moved down without holding back, looking at the gun.

"1 or spend you, pick first." The first holster pulled down.

"1." Yan Hang flicked his finger after speaking.

Gang Ju'er jumped into the air from his fingertips, jumped quite high, and looked up on the first day of the year.

When it fell down, Yan Hang raised his hand and patted Gang Jun'er on the back of his hand. He glanced at the first day of the first day: "Does it count?"

"Forget it," Chu nodded, "how about you?"

"Count it," Yan Hang raised his hand that was holding Gang Yuner, and glanced at the back of his hand, "...Fuck me."

There was a small chrysanthemum on the back of his hand.

There was no sound on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang was willing to bet and lose. After all, it was the first year of junior high to reach adulthood, and he proposed what to do when he became an adult. If he really wanted to hold on to the first year of junior high, he didn't plan to fight anymore.

But he thought he would throw his gun to celebrate the victory in the first day of the new year, but he didn't see the scene that would make him want to kick the past.

At the beginning, a handful of steel pewter was put back next to the washbasin, and then pressed against him and hugged him tightly, stared at him seriously, and kissed.

The moment the lips and the lips touched, the fire rushed.

Perhaps it was because the fire that had been crushed was suddenly released. For a moment, Yan Hang felt that they might be suffocated to death because of the crazy kissing and kissing.

No one knows when the shower was rubbed off, and the misty hot water was sprayed in which direction under their feet.

The time of being covered with water on the mirror seemed to be faster than usual. Perhaps they were panting too hard. Without steam, they could breathe out this effect.

When he touched his hand behind him on the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang bit under his ear. He didn't know whether his pulse was too strong or he had hallucinations on the first day of junior high school. He could feel the first day of junior high school under his tongue. The throbbing skin.

"You'd better count the dog," Yan Hang suppressed his voice, "I have a strong heart for revenge."

"Yeah." The first day of the new year replied in a low voice, with heavy gasping in his voice, "I feel uncomfortable, tell me."

When the mobile phone rang in the living room on the first day of junior high school, neither of the two on the bed moved.

Yan Hang half-lied on the pillow and closed his eyes, and hugged him behind him on the first day.

"Your phone rang." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chuyi didn't move.

"Notify you to pick up the money." Yan Hang said.

The first day of the new year laughed: "I don't, I'm not a money fan."

Yan Hang sighed.

Chu Yi smiled twice and then stopped, carefully approached his ear, and gently touched his waist: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded.

"It still... hurts, does it hurt?" asked the first day of the month.

"It's hard to say whether it hurts or not," Yan Hang said, "It's just uncomfortable."

"Oh." Chuyi squeezed his leg again, "So what, what should I do, how can it be better, and feel better?"

"Next time you lie down," Yan Hang said, "I feel better as soon as I think of that scene. Not only does it feel good, I can laugh out loud."

"Then I will be able to lie down right now." The first day of the new year quickly rolled over and lay on the bed.

"Go away," Yan Hang glanced back at him, "Is it annoying, right?"

"No," said the first day, "you don't, don't..."

"No," Yan Hang glared at him, "Or I will take a stick for you to enjoy it and then..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly turned back and hugged him: "No, no, no need."

Yan Hang sighed.

On the first day of the new year, I pondered for a while before saying: "I'm still better than a stick, right?"

"Oh fuck," Yan Hang listened and laughed for a long time, "You are an adult, can you not be so aggressive."

"Ah." Chu raised his head and looked at him.

"Strong, strong, strong, you are much better than the stick," Yan Hang gave a thumbs up, "praise you."

When I thought about it, I laughed, and sighed after laughing.

"Why," Yan Hang said, "not satisfied? Why are you still sighing."

On the first day of the new year, he sighed again, and then patted the mattress: "It's cool."

"Get out!" Yan Hang yelled at him, "Shit stuff!"

It's really cool.

The tip of his nose was on the back of Yan Hang's neck, his eyes closed.

Although the scene was slightly different from what he had imagined, Yan Hang slapped his head because it was too fierce at the beginning to control the intensity.

But he still felt very good.

It's cool to run a dog, but it's completely different from this cool.

In his heart, Yan Hang has always been a godlike existence, handsome, smart, fluent in English, and good at cooking. He can do well in fights while playing handsome. He can be both gentle and domineering. ...

Maybe others don't feel like him. After all, he is a dog who hasn't seen the world very much. In short, before he met Yan Hang, he had never thought that there was a person like Yan Hang in the world.

So when he was pressing on Yan Hang, listening to Yan Hang’s gasping and groaning, watching him tighten and relax with his own rhythm...Even if he was worried about whether he would be in seconds during the period, Yan Hang had his head drawn. All feelings are not affected, let alone a dog, even an elephant is incomparable.

Thinking of it now, he was still excited, the excitement of being able to fight another one immediately.

When the phone rang again, Yan Hang elbows him: "Go pick up the phone, don't ask you for anything."

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded, reluctantly sat up and sighed, got out of bed and walked to the living room.

Yan Hang slammed a pair of trousers on his back: "The curtains in the living room are not drawn."

"Ah!" On the first day of the new year, he caught the trousers and looked at the window of the living room in horror while putting on his legs, "Then we just, just like that, Lu gnaw, come over! Have you been seen by someone!"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said, "I was surprised when I answered the phone."

I put on my pants on the first day of the new year, ran over and picked up the phone. It was Teacher Wang who called.

"Ms. Wang," he answered the phone, "Happy New Year."

"New Year is good, New Year is good," Teacher Wang said with a smile, "Have you come back from your hometown?"

"Just got off, the plane." said the first day.

"Then do you want to take a break tomorrow?" Teacher Wang said, "It was originally the fifth day of the middle school, but now people let the fourth day..."

"No need to rest." said immediately on the first day.

"It's not a money fan," Yan Hang whispered as he walked to the bathroom, "I won't let the money for this day be spared."

"That's all right," said Teacher Wang, "I gave you the address, right? You can go by at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. This time the scale is bigger than the car road. You can repair it when you go, and don't use it to go back to the beauty salon. side."

"Thank you Wang, teacher." said the first day.

"Don't thank me, I have been recommending students to them," Teacher Wang said, "By the way, last time, Mr. Yang, you canceled your school recommendation... He didn't tell me beforehand, or I would definitely stop it. ..."

"It's okay," said the first day, "it doesn't affect me."

"Don't care too much about the school's recommendation," Teacher Wang said, "I personally recommend it to you, too. Don't have a psychological burden."

"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.

After hanging up the phone, he ran into the bathroom. Yan Hang was peeing in front of the toilet. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"What?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I thought you had a diarrhea, the stomach is." said the first day.

"...Hurry up," Yan Hang said softly, "I'll count one, two, three, and you're still here..."

Turned around and ran out on the first day.

"I'll smoke you." Yan Hang's voice followed behind him.

After running out of the bathroom, he took the initiative to change all the sheets and covers.

He originally thought that this kind of activity should not soil the sheets like a dog, but he didn't expect that the lubricant was no less worrying than the children and grandchildren.

After packing the bed, Yan Hang returned to the bedroom with a towel.

"Have you taken a bath again?" The first day of the month was stunned.

"Nonsense," Yan Hang wiped his hair, "Aren't you washing it?"

"I wash," said the first day of the new year, "I'm sweating, and you haven't..."

Perhaps it was over excitement. He was always in a state of trying to whistle when he was speaking. He suddenly recovered after saying this, and hurriedly rushed over and hugged Yan Hang before Yan Hang took down the towel to draw him.

Yan Hang sighed: "You are quite annoying."

"I was wrong," said the first day. "Next time you, you will be annoying."

Yan Hang smiled, "Go take a bath, pack up and go out to eat something."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang took a hair dryer and sat on the bed to blow his hair.

At this moment, he is not as excited as the first day of junior high school. After all, he was not as excited as the first day of junior high school. He didn't feel much pleasant and uncomfortable. As an old verbal driver, he was very concerned about this. The cognition is still insufficient.

Gee.

But sometimes, the psychological stimulation is the same as the physical stimulation, and the impact brought by the visual and auditory senses is strong enough for him.

The eyes and movements on the first day of the junior high school were completely different from usual, as well as the depressed gasps and excitement growls he had never heard before.

It's exciting.

Let him faintly look forward to the next battle, he wants to see a more different first year.

Gee.

When the two of them packed up, changed clothes and went out together to find something to eat, Yan Hang still felt a little different.

Flicked and worked are indeed not at the same level.

"I have, I have a very different, the same feeling, feeling," the first day of the day walked forward with him, half of his face covered in his scarf, "do you have it?"

"How does it feel?" Yan Hang asked, "I feel like you use my things all day long."

"Stingy," Chu Yi smiled, turning his head to look at him, "Do you have, do you think, now, is now, especially...intimate?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Extremely close," said the first day of the new year, "we two... I also said, I can't tell."

Very close.

That's right, this feeling is different from all previous feelings.

"I know." Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulder.

"Do you have it too? This, this feeling." asked the first day of the month.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, "Yes."

On the first day of the new year, he laughed twice and did not speak again.

It was quite cold, and they didn't want to go far, so they went to Xiao Li's barbecue.

Sit at the table where they sit most often.

The boss didn't need them to speak out, and immediately baked two large plates, which they must order every time.

"Drink beer?" Yan Hang asked.

"White." said the first day.

"White?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Baijiu?"

"Is it white, boiling water?" asked the first day.

"Oh," Yan Hang laughed, "I haven't seen you in three days, is the dog so arrogant? You need white wine to open your mouth?"

"That is," Chu nodded, "After all, I am, an adult, a dog."

"Yes," Yan Hang ordered two small bottles of liquor from the waiter. "You can afford to go to work tomorrow."

"Sure to get up, get up," said the first day, "rest assured."

Yan Hang took a skewer of mutton and bit it. The phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and took a look. It was Cui Yi.

"Old Cui," he answered the phone, "just right, have you eaten? We are in Xiao Li."

"I will have dinner with Teacher Liu," Cui Yi said, "I just came out of the detention center."

"Well, how?" Yan Hang asked.

"I was just chatting casually," Cui Yi said, "I'm just talking about you. Your dad asked me if you had a girlfriend."

"Did you show him the letter?" Yan Hang put down the lamb skewers.

"The timing is not bad. Besides, I won't let him see it at this moment. I can't make up any nonsense," Cui Yi said. "I can make up a random one and he can see it at a glance."

"How is it?" Yan Hang suddenly became nervous, "has he reacted."

"No reaction," Cui Yi said, "with a smile."

"Laugh?" Yan Hang was stunned. "I'm out of the closet. How can he laugh at such a serious and shocking thing?"

"Yes," Cui Yi said, "Is it my father?"

The opposite Chu Yi suddenly raised his head and stared at him.

"You didn't cover me?" Yan Hang asked.

"Why do I fool you about this kind of thing," Cui Yi said, "That's it, he didn't say anything, he just laughed for a while, and then nothing happened."

"...What does he mean?" Yan Hang was speechless, reaching out and patted lightly on the first hand.

The first day of the new year quickly squeezed his hand backhand.

"I don't know," Cui Yi said, "I didn't think it was lively. Why is he laughing? You can only ask him after he comes out."

"All right," Yan Hang sighed, "Thank you Uncle Cui."

After hanging up the phone, on the first day of the new year, he leaned forward on the table and leaned in front of him, staring at him: "What's the matter? Who are you going out with, the closet?"

"My dad." Yan Hang smiled.

"Uncle Yan, Uncle?" On the first day of the new year, a little surprised, "You...he said, did you say anything?"

"I didn't say anything, I just laughed for a while," Yan Hang sighed, "Old Cui can't interview him, so let's talk about it when he comes out."

He looked at him on the first day of the junior high school and didn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang snapped his chin.

"He will give birth, will he be angry?" asked the first day of the month, "he knows, is it me?"

"I know it's you," Yan Hang said, "I don't know if I am angry or not, and it doesn't matter if I am angry. If I get angry, hit me again..."

"You fight, but he." said the first day.

"Yes." Yan Hang laughed.

"It's okay," the first day of the month bit his lip, "I am there."

"Are you helping me fight him?" Yan Hang looked at him with a smile.

"Let him beat me," said the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang laughed out loud.

After laughing for a while, he stopped and looked at the first day of the new year.

Regardless of whether anyone saw him, he leaned over and kissed Chuyi.