My CP must be sweet!

Chapter 8

Miyazawa laughed softly, squeezed his ass with one hand, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Don't worry, I'm in control. How can I be willing to kill you? I'll fuck you up and faint."

"You!" Wenger gritted his teeth, and slammed his forehead hard on his back, "Can you be considerate to my brother, I am no longer a young man in his early 20s, and I can't stand your tossing like this."

Miyazawa simply dropped the shovel, turned around and pressed the man against the cabinet, kissed him, and said with a smirk, "Brother Tongtong, don't say no if you're a man, and you were even more impatient when you were in your early 20s. Fuck, let it go." In the past, you have been fucked, dizzy, by me."

The last three words were said close to the ear, and Wenger's ears turned red all of a sudden, and he became angry and started beating people.Miyazawa smiled and asked him to punch him a few times, then carried him back to the sofa and comforted him before going back to cooking.As for Wenger, the heat on his face hadn't subsided until he returned to the sofa, and he buried his head in the pile of pillows.

Ahhhhhhh, I am obviously older than him, why is it always me who gets molested!

Miyazawa's coquettish words are simply poisonous!

Not long after lunch, Miyazawa's assistant came to pick him up.

Miyazawa was still packing his luggage, and Wenger followed behind him like a little tail. He would go wherever Miyazawa went, turning around from upstairs to downstairs.The assistant didn't see it, so he squatted in the corner and played with Maltose.

Miyazawa was sitting on the carpet in the middle of the cloakroom, with an empty suitcase and a pile of change of clothes beside him.He was folding one by one and putting them into the suitcase. Wenger sat behind him with his mouth pouted, lying on his back with an unhappy expression.

"You don't want me and my son anymore," Wenger complained.

Gong Ze laughed, hugged him back and shook him, followed his words and continued: "I have to go out to make money, how can I support you and my son if I don't make money."

"You know how to make money, and you are almost losing money. Your current money is enough to support us for a lifetime. You are insatiable." Wenger complained half-truthfully.

Gong Ze put away the last piece of clothing, then turned around and hugged his lover into his arms, squeezed that swollen face, and said distressedly: "I can't help it, my wife is too delicate, I can't afford it without earning more money."

"Fuck off." Wenger laughed angrily, hitting his chest with his forehead.

Miyazawa rubbed his forehead, then raised his chin and kissed it gently.Wenger closed his eyes, hugged his neck, and responded obediently.After the lengthy kiss ended, both of them gasped a little.Miyazawa kissed him again before standing up and leaving the cloakroom.

The assistant has been playing with the dog for a long time. Although Miyazawa has not come down for a long time, he is not in a hurry, after all, he is used to it.Every time Gong Ze wanted to leave home to go out to film a movie, he basically had to urge him three times and four times, and he couldn't leave the house without getting tired of that person for an hour or two.So after gaining experience, he would come three or four hours in advance, leaving one to two hours for the two to say goodbye.

Today is relatively short, the assistant calculated the time, and it was less than an hour, which can be said to be the shortest record in history. In this way, there is plenty of time before departure, so there is no need to worry.

The assistant took the luggage to the car first, and left time for the two to say their final goodbyes with great insight.

The weather has cooled down again today. Wenger wrapped Miyazawa with a relatively thin scarf, and smoothed the wrinkles on the windbreaker. Although his expression remained the same, Miyazawa still felt his reluctance, and he himself was also reluctant. , holding someone and don't want to let go.

"Why don't I take a break next year, and then I won't go anywhere, just cling to you every day, I'll go wherever you go, and be your assistant."

Wenger laughed, and patted him on the head: "Don't be stupid, you're taking a break now, your fans will cry to death, maybe they will die with explosives and ammunition in a moment of excitement, brother, I still want to die." How many years do you live?"

Miyazawa curled his lips, thinking that one day he should spare some time to popularize legal knowledge with fans.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wenger kissed him one last time and sent his lover out the door himself.The short distance from the door to the car was less than ten meters. Miyazawa walked for 5 minutes in three steps and turned around. Finally, he walked to the door of the car and couldn't hold back. He hugged Wenger and gave him a deep kiss before he was satisfied. car.

The assistant steered the steering wheel and looked ahead calmly, but the reddish earlobes still betrayed his mood.Although this scene has been seen countless times, every time he can't help but want to say with emotion that he just went out to shoot a scene, and there is no need to make it look like he is dying!It's not to die!And you have been together for more than ten years, not more than ten days, don't be so tired!He is very excited as a single dog, okay?

The assistant calmly started the car while full of complaints, then glanced at the rearview mirror, and sure enough, he saw his boss standing by the window, saying goodbye.

Wenger waited until the car was out of sight before returning to the house.

As soon as he entered the living room, Maltose ran over on his short legs.Wenger picked up his son, sat on the sofa, pointed his finger at his son's little nose, and said sullenly: "Son, your father is gone, and the two of us will depend on each other for the next half month. From now on, cooking at home I'll leave it to you."

The innocent and lovely Maltose didn't understand what Dad said, but she still gave a face-saving bark, and then lay on Dad's lap, sticking out her tongue and sleeping.

Wenger hugged him for a while, and when the son fell asleep, he put him back in the kennel and covered him with a small quilt.After thinking about it, he took out his phone and took a picture of his dog sleeping, edited it and sent it to Miyazawa.

wen: [(Picture.jpg) My son said that in the next half a month he will cook and cook to support my old father]

There was a reply within 1 minute after the message was sent.

Zhuang Zhuang: [The son has grown up and has taken responsibility, and I am very pleased for the father]

Wenger looked at Miyazawa's reply, held his phone and smiled for a long time, thinking that his family Zhuangzhuang was so cute, so he sent a series of kissing emojis.Then Miyazawa also sent back a bunch of kiss emoticons.The two of them went back and forth like this, chatting childishly for a long time, and didn't stop until the plane was about to take off.

Miyazawa called again 5 minutes before take-off, emphatically explaining that he should not start fires by himself during the few days when he is not at home, and order food when he is hungry.

Wenger was so obedient that he nodded in agreement one by one, and then hung up after giving him a few more instructions.

Every time Miyazawa went out to film, he would repeatedly tell him not to cook by himself, because the tragedies caused by this were countless, and he was really frightened.Wenger himself had lingering fears, so, except for boiling water, he basically would not enter the kitchen. When Miyazawa was away, three meals a day were settled by ordering meals or by assistants.

As soon as this was mentioned, Wenger was a little distressed about the food problem for the next half month.When it comes to ordering food, I'm tired of eating at the restaurants I usually order, and I don't know how safe and hygienic the other restaurants are. Miyazawa won't let him order. It seems that I can only ask the assistant to make a few more trips.

After making the decision, Wenger sent a WeChat message to the assistant, and the assistant replied quickly, saying that Brother Ying would go with him tomorrow.

The full name of Brother Ying he was talking about was Ying Yutian, and he was Wenger's manager. He probably came here to discuss future work arrangements.

After explaining everything, Wenger looked at his dog son who was still sleeping soundly, and felt a little sleepy, so he wrapped his son in the same blanket and took a nap on the sofa.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and Maltose had already woken up, and was quietly sitting in the corner gnawing on its toy ball, without making a sound.Seeing that he woke up, his eyes lit up, he threw the toy ball and ran over, holding the sofa with his short legs, wagging his tail happily.

Wenger stretched, touched his son's head with one hand, and touched the phone with the other hand. The phone was quiet and there was no message or call. It was estimated that Miyazawa was still on the way, so he carried his son to the kitchen to prepare dinner. .

Miyazawa prepared all the meals at noon, and he only needed to heat them up in the microwave.Although he is a killer in the kitchen, he still knows how to use the basic appliances. After the food was successfully heated, Wenger brought his son's meal over, poured dog food on the table, and then hugged his son. At the dining table, one person and one dog are sitting opposite each other, eating dinner harmoniously.

So when Miyazawa rushed to the hotel and happily sent a video invitation, the first thing he saw was the silly dog ​​son sitting in his seat, eating the dog food fed by his wife ...

"How can you let your son sit in my exclusive seat! Also, my son has grown up and should be independent, how can he still be fed, you can't spoil him too much." Miyazawa looked at Hua Hua Liu in disgust. The drooling son felt that his exclusive seat might have to be changed.

Wenger smiled, patted his son's head to let him eat, turned the camera to himself, stopped busy eating, and talked to him with his chin propped up.

"Are you at the hotel?" Wenger asked.

"Well," Miyazawa fixed the phone at a good angle, then stood up and took off his windbreaker. As soon as he came in, he couldn't wait to video with Wenger, the hat on his head was still on, and the suitcase was still left at the door.

Wenger watched his man take off his clothes intently, and then took two bites of food. His man was so pleasing to the eye, he really wanted to eat.

After he took off his clothes and returned to the camera, Wenger asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I will have dinner with the director later, I still have a little time, I can accompany you again." Miyazawa gently looked at Wenger in the video, saw his smiling and cute appearance, his heart was itchy, he really wanted to Hug someone and kiss.

So Miyazawa accompanied him through the dinner at the camera.Wenger packed up the bowls and chopsticks, ready to take them to the sink for washing, but Miyazawa said, "It's just a few bowls, don't wash them, wait for Xiaoye to come tomorrow, and leave them for him to wash, anyway, he still has to cook for you. The bowl is washing, and the two bowls are also washing."

Wenger thought about it for the same reason, so he threw the bowl in the sink with peace of mind.

After talking with Wenger for a while, Miyazawa was called by his assistant to have dinner with the director. Wenger put away his phone, played with his son for a while, then entered the piano room, played the piano for a while, and looked at the blank Compose the music book, my heart is in a mess, and I have no inspiration at all.Glancing at the piano on the side from the corner of the eye, he suddenly remembered that Miyazawa said that his parents were leaving for Antarctica today, so he decided to make a video call to care.

The author has something to say:

Ah, the old mother lulls the sweet love of her sons every day