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Chapter 33 "There Are No Wild Men" [Sweet]

For a week after returning from Wanning, Fu Juehan was very busy. He went out early and returned late every day, and smoked a lot. Even though he would take a shower and change clothes before seeing Meng Yi, there would still be some very faint tobacco residue. taste.

It's not unpleasant, but mixed with the woody fragrance that he often has on his body, it creates a sense of restrained power, which is fascinating and distressing.

He moved the monitoring equipment in Regal to the soundproof room of Meng Yi’s live broadcast, and deliberately placed the table opposite the people, just in time to watch the live broadcast with Meng Yi at night, saying that he didn’t have much free time and wanted to see his boyfriend more.

As a result, Meng Yi always blushed for no reason, or burst out laughing suddenly during the live broadcast. Fans were wondering if he was in a relationship. On the one hand, Meng Yi pretended to be cool and flamboyant, and secretly sent Fu Juehan WeChat messages under the table.

[Meng Yi: Fans are asking me if I'm in love, what does Boss Fu think? 】

[Fu Juehan: We talked, my boyfriend is overseeing the work, so please stop saying that my husband is up on me. 】

Meng Yi glanced at the phone and turned it away, covering his mouth and laughing directly out of the screen, Fu Juehan reached out and pinched the tip of his nose, and made a silent mouth shape: I will sit next to you if you laugh again, and let them see look at boyfriend.

Meng Yi almost couldn't hold back this time, held his fingers and kissed him several times: Boyfriend is so sore.

Tonight, he intentionally started the broadcast half an hour earlier, saying that he had something to deal with, and the fans were all yelling and couldn't hear enough, and they all joked that he still had something to do at such a late hour.

Fu Juehan saw this barrage from nowhere, raised his eyes and stared at him calmly, as if he would turn his face immediately if he dared to say a wrong word.

Meng Yi couldn't resist his eyes at all, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment for no reason, he hurriedly turned off the live broadcast, and used the excuse of pouring water to stand up and run away.

Two steps later, someone caught him back and pressed him on the table. Fu Juehan pressed his forehead against his forehead: "Run in such a hurry, are you really going to accompany the wild man?"

Meng Yi stared at him blankly, the heat spread to his lower abdomen like warm water, he suddenly raised his leg and hooked Fu Juehan's waist, grabbed the man's tie and pulled it hard, his lips touched together through the mask.

Meng Yi said: "There are no wild men, I will accompany my brother."

It started to rain at two o'clock in the morning, and the soundproof room was stuffy and humid. Every ray of air was moistened, and the darkness stimulated all senses.

The coolness of the computer desk, the heat of the skin, the madness when his mouth was covered, and the joy of his head about to explode, all cut Meng Yi's nerves very clearly.

The raindrops were banging on the window, and he was as pitiful as a wet bird, crying with a cry, begging him to go to the sofa.

Fu Juehan laughed, it was extremely vile, and his voice was low and hoarse: "This is the best place, when you broadcast live in the future, you will remember what I did to you here, and if someone calls you husband, Do you know what to do?"

"Know, know..."

"Download the broadcast a little earlier next time." Fu Juehan said.

Meng Yi opened his eyes with difficulty: "What... what..."

"Half an hour is not enough."

Next day Saturday, big cleaning.

On a rare sunny day, Meng dragged out his bunch of Pikachus to bathe them and bask in the sun.

Affected by what happened when he was a child, Fu Juehan has always hated servants and live-in nannies. Even when he first started living with Li Yang, a gas explosion almost wiped out the house, he never thought about hiring a nannie. It's all hands-on.

So there is this scene.

Three big men moved small benches and sat in the yard, each with a large washbasin filled with water, bathing the flooded Pikachu.

The dignified leader of Wangjiang and his ruthless dog legs are reduced to bathing dolls. The scene is too weird. Meng Yi is funny no matter how you look at it, especially when a tough guy like Fu Juehan carefully holds Pikachu's tail to control the water. Be cute.

He intentionally played tricks, leaning over and bumping into the person's shoulder: "Boss Fu, I see how cute you are today."

Before Fu Juehan could speak, Li Yang took the first step: "Hey, this bunch of yellow-skinned electric mice are really cute. I just found out today that their expressions are different. I heard that the tail with a peach heart is the mother's." ?"

He picked up one and shook it, "This is just a girl, so it's not suitable for me to wash it," he said, and threw it into Meng Yi's basin, "Come on, be a father."

Meng Yi made him laugh to death, "Are you okay, why are there so many dramas?"

Li Yang raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Can you tell the difference between so many mice? I said you wouldn't give them names, would you?"

Fu Juehan also looked over, Meng Yi blushed inexplicably, "What the hell, I'm not that naive yet."

As a result, Li Yang didn't pay attention when pouring the water, and just buckled the basin, and poured out a Pikachu the size of a palm. Meng Yi was so distressed that he blurted out: "Damn it, my iron egg!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, and only heard a "puchi" next to him, and even Fu Juehan couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Is it really a name?"

This time he lost his face completely, Meng Yi's lips were so tight that he could hang the oil bottle, "Ang, otherwise how can I tell the difference."

Fu Juehan lifted the little hill, and saw that the tail was still a female, "I've never seen this little girl named Tie Dan'er before, she left the factory before the full moon."

Meng Yi gave him a gouged look, "What do you know, this is a plush tea pet, it's so small, I hugged it when I slept."

"Wait," Fu Juehan's complexion changed, "I hugged him while sleeping, you mean there's been a third person lying between us for the past few nights?"

"..."

"Hahahaha the third party!" Li Yang laughed so hard, "It's really good, brother Han, someone's sauerkraut jar is fried, even the vinegar from the electric mouse."

Meng Yi was quite beautiful in his heart, bit his red lower lip, blinked his eyes like a little fox: "No way, Boss Fu, even dolls are not good? Tie Daner has been with me for many years, so I can't Love the new and dislike the old. Besides, you two still don’t know who is the third party.”

Fu Juehan was so angry that he slapped him on the buttocks, "You talk nonsense, don't you owe it again?"

Meng Yi's mouth was pouted into a trumpet flower, and he said in a low voice against Li Yang's back: "Then what's the matter, let's give it a kiss."

Fu Juehan smiled, and after laughing, he still looked back coldly, pretending to be sullen, "Farewell," he bent his index finger and flicked Tie Dan'er's forehead hard, "What's so good about a third party?" After speaking, he turned around. Head away.

Meng Yi was a little confused, thinking that he was really jealous and angry, and wanted to chase after him to coax him, but Fu Juehan came back in less than 2 minutes, holding a piece of fabric cut from the sleeve of his clothes in his hand.

His chin was a little tight, and he said to Meng Yi, "Put it on."

Meng Yi stared like a roe deer: "What is this?"

"Pajamas." Fu Juehan said solemnly: "I can't see it lying next to you without clothes."

"..."

"Pfft—hahaha!!!"

Two of the three men present laughed, and Li Yang almost fell into a pot, and even wanted to take pictures of Tie Dan'er and send them to Moments, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore, "Brother! What you cut is mine Clothes! I just bought them last week!"

After finally resting for a day, Fu Juehan arranged the training in the boxing gym, intending to teach Meng Yi a few techniques of self-defense.

He was very excited after putting on the Taoist uniform. He gestured hahaha, his eyes lit up: "Whoever hits me will hit me! Can I choose my own coach?"

Fu Juehan laughed straight: "No coach, I'll fight with you."

Meng Yi's eyes drooped: "You want to beat me yourself? Are you really willing?!"

Fu Juehan raised his hand and pressed him honestly, "You can't bear to give it to others. You haven't practiced before, so you can only be thrown by others."

Meng Yile said, "Then it's an agreement that you can't throw me, save me some face."

"I'll throw you again tonight." Fu Juehan said.

Meng Yi rolled his eyes: "Slightly!"

Fu Juehan led him to exercise his muscles and bones first, press his legs, turn his wrists, and kick his legs high, and then he told a history of karate. Such a boring thing, combined with his beautiful movements, actually sounded quite interesting.

Meng Yi looked at his back and secretly smiled, always feeling that this person in front of him is really omnipotent.

Not only is he powerful, but he is also stern and selfless, not letting him down at all.

When he was pushed down for the seventh time, Meng Yi completely blew his hair, "Damn it, I didn't see how your legs got here, are you cheating!"

Fu Juehan covered him, his thighs squeezed between him, and he joked: "I don't even realize this at all, why was I so clever when I broke your legs at night?"

"Can this be the same! It's paralyzed if you don't respond if you break it all down!"

He got up and bumped into someone's forehead, taking advantage of his unpreparedness and imitating the tricks he taught, trying to fight back, but after a while, Fu Juehan was fine, and he was detained there like a little turtle.

Meng Yi was dumbfounded: "Fuck, you know some magic..."

Fu Juehan covered him tightly, "I don't have any strength in my waist, I don't practice."

"I don't practice!" Meng Yixin said: After practicing, you have to let my navel show every day. Think I'm stupid.

During the intermission, the coach came over and wanted to try two tricks with Fu Juehan. The two should be very close friends, and they are not afraid of slapping red eyes with light hands.

Fu Juehan's movements were steady and ruthless, more attacking than defending, one punch could smash a soft pillar into a hole.

The coach didn't give up too much, his strength and speed were strong enough, and he didn't take advantage of it a few times.

The hormonal hand-to-hand combat is the most eye-catching in the boxing gym. After a while, the audience is full of people, whistling and shouting. Li Yang also set up a small table beside him for everyone to place bets. I remembered that one of the above parties was my boss.

At the end of the game, Fu Juehan won by seven or eight points, and the last high sweep was especially beautiful.

He raised his head to look for Meng Yi, his ruthless eyes instantly softened, his lips curled into a shallow smile, and the chattering voices of the girls next to him rose a few notches.

Meng Yi was so busy looking at people that he didn't pay attention at all. When Fu Juehan stepped down from the stage, he was stopped by a girl who suddenly waved at him.

He froze for a moment, pointing at himself: "Me?"

Fu Juehan gave him a mouth shape: "Come here."

When he walked over, the girl was asking Fu Juehan if she could teach me some tricks, saying that it would not take too much time.

Fu Juehan looked at Meng Yi, "I need to ask my family for instructions."

The girl let out a "wow" as if discovering a new world, "You, are you...a couple..."

He just smiled, and stretched out his hand to grab Meng Yi, originally wanting to make him jealous, but Meng Yi saw another small yellow clip on the girl's Taoist uniform from a long distance away, which happened to be in the shape of Pikachu.

He thought it was going to be bad at the time, and sure enough, seeing Meng walking towards the girl so blankly, he almost drooled at Pikachu.

He pushed Fu Juehan away, and rushed forward by himself: "Miss sister, if you have any questions, just ask me, I can teach him everything, can you please send me the link of your little card?"

The little sister looked at him with a smile, and then at Fu Juehan, her eyes were suddenly filled with the brilliance of maternal love: "Don't teach me, my sister has so many, I'll send them all to you!"

The final result was that Meng Yi didn't care about Fu Juehan at all, and Miss Heren added all of his Wechat messages, the two got together and chatted happily, and ordered more than a dozen sets of Pikachu pendants alone.

Fu Juehan's face was completely darkened, and he turned to Huangpi Dianzi fan on the spot, and then pushed Meng Yi down several times during training, and held him there deliberately to prevent him from getting up.

Meng Yi's competitive spirit was gradually aroused, and he began to flirt and flirt, hanging on his body with his hands and feet, kissing him here and scratching there, and when Fu Juehan couldn't hold back anymore, he clamped his waist and cut him back, neatly Drop people to the ground.

After being overwhelmed seven or eight times before finally winning a round, Meng Yi was so proud that he rode on him like a little bandit and swaggered: "Let you bully me, are you convinced?"

Fu Juehan put his arms around his waist in a funny way, letting him have fun on him, and when he got enough of his prestige, he suddenly held his ankle and rolled over.

"Hey——" Before Meng Yi could react, he was pressed on the table again, his wrists were clenched together and held high above his head, a fiery breath pressed down forcefully and roughly, and Fu Juehan pressed his knees against it. On his waist, kissed his nose lightly: "Stupid thing, have you taken it yet?"

With beauty in front of him, Meng Yi was dizzy immediately. He smiled and touched Fu Juehan's chest muscles, and accidentally uttered what was in his heart: "I'm convinced, you are the best, Hurry up and go home, brother Han, don't waste time here."

"You still know how to go home? I think you're leaving with that girl soon." Fu Juehan slapped him on the side of the waist: "Why is it so easy to deceive? Anyone with a Pikachu can deceive you away?" ?”

"No." He kissed sweetly, "If it was you, you can trick me away without Pikachu."

Well, he was coaxed with just one sentence, and Fu Juehan dragged him to practice on a small table in the corner as if accepting his fate.

There are advantages and disadvantages of the small platform. The good thing is that no matter how Meng Yi rides on him, he will not be found out. The bad thing is that Fu Juehan will not let him get up on the ground.

"Well—let go of me! Where are you touching!" He was like a kitten being forced on the bed by its owner and sucking its belly, baring its fangs and claws in impotent rage.

Fu Juehan rubbed him angrily, and asked, "Where did you touch just now? After teaching for 10 minutes, you learned a ready position."

"You can't blame me!" He was guilty and shy, and muttered avoiding people's eyes: "The pectoral muscles grow on your body, why should I touch a few..."

Fu Juehan looked down at him from top to bottom, "Okay, you have pectoral muscles on your body, what's wrong with me touching a few too?"

what happened?

What else? !

If you touch me again, you will have to change your pants!

Meng Yi clearly felt the heat surge in his lower abdomen, and the blood all over his body was boiling and clamoring. He realized belatedly——almost half a month!That damned deficiency strikes again!

But how can he supplement hormones in such a large crowd, and drink all kinds of fluids from Fu Juehan?

He swallowed his saliva, raised his eyes and looked around, there are so many people, it's impossible to kiss, do you still hug like the first time?

But Fu Juehan didn't break a single drop of sweat, and hugging was useless.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Juehan waved his hand in front of his eyes, and when he got up, his Taoist uniform was loosened, revealing a large piece of strong muscle.

Suddenly an outrageous idea flashed through Meng Yi's head, and as Fu Juehan inadvertently touched his thigh when he bent his knees, the little paw in his heart stood up tremblingly, and the evil grew out of it.

"Brother Han, do you have a private dressing room here?"

"Yes, I have half of the stock in this store, what's the matter?"

He put his hands around Fu Juehan's neck, rubbed his white Taoist clothes with his fingers, looked at him misty eyes, and bit his red lower lip: "Do you still remember the one I promised you when I was at the beach?" Reward?"

Fu Juehan froze, his eyes fell on his lips.

"Yeah." He squeezed out his nostrils.

Meng Yi swallowed, and pressed his hot face to the side of his neck: "Then...do you still want it now..."

The author says:

You can't kiss but you can do that, don't you dare to think, Boa