My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 142

Shang Yanzhou's temper came quickly, and Wen Changlang made a fuss about it, and it went away quickly.

Wen Changlang's temper came and went just as fast, and he obediently stuck to the temptation of a little beauty.

"Hmm... you beast, take it easy!"

Shang Yanzhou was panting heavily, with a hoarse voice:

"You don't like it if it's too heavy, but you don't like it if it's too light. You're hard enough to serve."

Wen Changlang wandered in the continuous pleasure, humming and chirping, he didn't listen to what Shang Yanzhou was saying at all, what he said was light and heavy, it was just what he whispered unintentionally.

In the end, Wen Changlang's whole body tensed up, and he vented it tremblingly, panting heavily.

With some dissatisfaction, Shang Yanzhou stretched out to the warm crease below, pressed against Wen Changlang's ear, and asked ambiguously:

"Here, when can I go in?"

Wen Changlang blushed: "..."

Such... such a direct and rude question, how should he answer it, isn't it gentle, upright and polite?

Listen, is this something a gentleman can ask? ? ?

"Get out of the way! Hurry up! You are a beast in clothes."

Wen Changlang pushed him away heartbroken, and then clutched his virginity tightly.

Shang Yanzhou disagrees:

"Food and sex, this is human instinct, don't tell you, you don't like it?"

Wen Changlang choked:

"Then...then why... I'm down there!"

"hehe"

Shang Yanzhou let out a muffled laugh, then quickly turned over and held Wen Changlang down, sucked on his lips, and said something that he will never forget:

"Because I am in charge of the affairs of the yang, you drive away the ghosts of the underworld, yang is up, and yin is down, understand?"

Wen Changlang's eyes widened in suspicion:

"Is that so?"

So, is it my career that determines my next job? ? ?

This is really, so to speak, so that he has no way to refute...

Shang Yanzhou hugged him, brushed his hair, and said with a smile:

"Okay, it's time, are you hungry?"

"So, I'm really hungry. It's really uncomfortable to be hanged all night."

Shang Yanzhou cast him a glance: "You deserve it."

Wen Changlang waved his hands wryly:

"Okay, stop talking, I get a headache when you talk now."

Today was the day when the head chef returned to the Shang Mansion to report the situation to Mr. Shang, so there was nothing to eat at home, so Shang Yanzhou simply made two bowls of plain noodles, which looked pretty good.

After bringing it to the dining table, Shang Yanzhou went to call Wen Changlang to come over. After walking a few steps, Wen Changlang came over looking for the taste first.

"You made noodles? Where's the head chef?"

"Going back to the Shang mansion, I made something simple, just eat it, I will go to the bureau later."

Wen Changlang took two mouthfuls of the noodles with his chopsticks, and found that the taste was not bad, so he buried himself in the food and finished it in a while.

After eating, Wen Changlang casually found something and asked:

"Has your case been solved?"

Shang Yanzhou shook his head: "No, but there are already clues."

Putting down the chopsticks, Shang Yanzhou looked at Wen Changlang seriously for a while, and then said quite seriously:

"You have nothing to do all day, otherwise you will come to the bureau with me from tomorrow, and I will arrange a place for you."

"Don't go!"

Wen Changlang refused without even thinking about it.

"You disappeared early in the morning, how could I get up so early, and who said I have nothing to do, I'm busy all day, I didn't see me busy in and out."

Shang Yanzhou narrowed his eyes and said dangerously: "Busy in? Busy out?"

Wen Changlang: "..."

Old rascal!