Sweet Pet Dog Abuse Law

Chapter 6

Chu Mu saw him pretending to be stupid: "What are you talking about?"

No matter how stupid he was, Zhang Mian looked at the ceiling and shook his head: "I haven't seen it, I watched a little bit on TV." Some TV shows are so old and fierce that it's right to stand up.

According to Zhang Mian's temperament, Chu Mu believed in his words. He hasn't left his side in the past 20 years and never lied. "If you want to see it, come to me."

"Ah?" Zhang Mian forgot to look at the ceiling and looked directly at him.

"Things on the Internet are easy to teach you, I have something suitable for you to read." Chu Mu let go of his hands and sat up straight, speaking more seriously than in a meeting, and loosened his cuffs, "Rest early."

Zhang Mian grabbed him: "Let's sleep together today, I can't sleep now."

Chu Mu turned his head and smiled, "Put on your pants and we'll talk."

"Why is it annoying like Wang Jun and the others?" Of course, he didn't dare to say these words openly. Zhang Mian felt under the bed and finally found the underwear that had been kicked to the end of the bed. After putting it on, he began to think about what men said.

What kind of look is he suitable for?

About 20 minutes later, Chu Mu came in in his pajamas, and before getting into the bed, he lifted the bed to see if Zhang Mian was obedient.

"Hey, I'm wearing it." Zhang Mian only felt uncomfortable all over, and the waist was tight.

"Could it be that there are several types of films?" He consciously picked up the previous topic.

"Well, it's divided into men's and women's. What men watch is mostly explicit scenes, and what women watch is mainly aesthetic, and the characters are also beautiful and acceptable." Chu Mu saw that it was getting late, and raised his hand to close the door. lights.

The room was dark, and the young man was still pondering over the parent's words. He touched him and asked curiously, "Then if I want it from you, which one would you show me?"

Chu Mu embraced him as he wanted, the unique smoothness of his skin in his youth made his movements stagnate, and then he patted lightly, "The latter is of teaching value, do you want it?"

It's hard to see the man's expression clearly, but Zhang Mian swallowed uncontrollably, then shook his head decisively, "No."

"Why?" There was a smile in the deep voice, Zhang Mian was at the age when he had the strongest desire for sexual exploration.

"Don't dare, and now I don't have... and I don't like girls..." The words were about to be buried in the quilt, Zhang Mian turned his back to the man in an attempt to get rid of the embarrassment in his heart, Chu Mu's position in his heart and Father is equal, although there is nothing wrong with being guided by parents, but in fact they are only 5 years apart, isn't it...

"Then go to bed early." Chu Mu said as he helped Zhang Mian cover the quilt.

Zhang Mian turned over again, leaning his head against the man's shoulder, really ready to fall asleep, Chu Mushui opened his eyes and took a deep breath just as he wanted to sigh.

When the consciousness became blurred, the teenager who was used to sleeping naked all the year round kicked off his underwear while talking in his sleep, "Something is entangled with me." After muttering, he buried himself in the man's arms and stopped moving. Chu Mu had expected this to happen a long time ago. Breathing lightly, he stepped forward and encircled it while his hand was just placed on the raised arc, every inch was almost perfect, he still didn't understand anything, there was no*.

Chu Mu slowly lowered his head and stopped at the neck of the young man. He smelled the refreshing scent of shower gel. He worked so hard to grow a sapling so big. If he wanted to compare it, he would describe Zhang Mian as one that was fired in a kiln. Ceramics, baked and processed slowly until the day they come out of the kiln, little by little they become exquisite and exquisite products.

Of course, he will not take it out for the world to appreciate and touch, he will lock it in a transparent cabinet and become his exclusive.

Gradually sliding his hand down the waist, Chu Mu kissed the skin on the side of the boy's neck, stroking it back and forth in satisfaction, accompanied by the man's deep whisper in the dark: "Wait a little longer..."

Although in his sleep, Zhang Mian also felt a pressure that no one could escape. It was so overwhelming that he seemed to be firmly trapped in a certain space. Subconsciously kicking his feet seemed to be clamped, and his hands were also imprisoned. He couldn't move, the wall on which his face touched started to heat up and was about to burn him, but he felt inexplicably familiar, and then someone patted him.

"Brother, I was crushed by a ghost yesterday." Zhang Mian opened his eyes the next day and immediately moved his arms to find that the pain was unbearable. Combined with the plot and feelings in the horror novel, he pressed the man to complain.

Impossible to move, uncomfortable, imprisoned in a small space, perfect correspondence.

"You think too much." Chu Mu raised his chin, unable to fall asleep under the pressure of a person who weighed almost 100 jins, picked up the clothes for someone who was naked, "Put on the clothes and wash up."

"What time is it? I don't want to get up." In a blink of an eye, he lay back again.

The four-piece bed quilt is all dark gray, and it is difficult for a white-striped person to lie there without paying attention. Chu Mu did not force him to get up, but pulled the quilt for him, and whispered: "8 o'clock at the latest, Teacher Come to class at 8 o'clock."

"I can not hear."

Chu Mu put on his shirt and trousers, looked back at Zhang Mian who was still pretending to be asleep, walked over and lowered his head, brushed his forehead and kissed him: "I heard that the old professor is the real murderer if he is fierce." If he is not fierce, he might not be able to suppress Zhang Mian.

Zhang Mian suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Chu Mu would kiss him every time he came back from school, and then turned his face to wait for him to kiss him back, but later he was embarrassed to kiss him because he was getting older, and it had been a long time since.

His face turned hot, and he covered his head with a pillow: "Is there a grandpa?"

"you try."

Facts have proved to him how fierce the professor is. Presumably, he has obtained the double authorization of Mr. Zhang and Chu Mu, and it is even worse to lift the quilt. First of all, he criticized fiercely for being an adult and staying in bed. Behavior, no matter how emotionally repeated the entrustment given to her by Mr. Zhang, full of the sense of responsibility of "you are my grandson, I will take care of you".

In the end, Zhang Mian didn't comb his hair, put on his clothes casually, covered his buttocks, and sat down in the study to attend class honestly.

"Didn't I just lay my hands on the bed and beat people." If it weren't for the professor's age and the fact that he was looking for it by grandpa, he would have fought back after he had just done it.

Aunt Su watched Zhang Mian talking nonsense while holding the dishes, and the common people said, "It's cheap, I don't need to clean up", she put down the dishes and said: "When my son was 20 years old, he was working part-time outside to earn pocket money and said to lighten my burden, Xiao Mian. , that is to say, your fate will be born in a good family.”

Well, he admitted that this realization came when he saw children begging on the side of the road, so he would give them money every time he saw them, even if they were ridiculed by his classmates and said they were fake.

"I was crushed by a ghost yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed in bed." Zhang Mian said sullenly, stuffing meat into his mouth, "It's so strange, a ghost would crush me anyway, if it's a pervert, my brother looks like That's much more handsome."

"Nonsense, there is no such thing as a ghost, it must be you having a nightmare."

"I didn't..." Zhang Mian didn't want to recall the feeling of last night. After being identified as a ghost, it would be shocking to think about it.

The old professor may think that Zhang Mian is not too hopeless. He left a homework at night and said that he should do ten tasks.

"Why is ghost math so difficult!" Finally couldn't help but drop his pen, Zhang Mian stared at the messy 'Yomoji', what a and β here, "Will learning math come in handy after learning it? Use it when shopping for vegetables Can you get such a profound mathematical formula?"

Obviously, Zhang Mian asked and answered by himself, so there is no need.

Thinking very thoroughly, Young Master Zhang threw his homework on the bed and started watching TV. At 6 o'clock, someone started the video, and he saw that it was Wang Jun.

"Why did you start the video for me?"

"We have a barbecue appointment at work tonight, will you come?" Wang Jun tidied up there handsomely.

Zhang Mian rubbed his chin and asked, "Aren't you going to have military training tonight?"

"Brother, you are stupid. You don't need military training on Sunday night. You can see the barbecue restaurant on the street next to our school anyway. Let me tell you quietly." Wang Jun approached the camera with a smirk, "I just found out that we There are quite a lot of beauties in the class, I heard from the buddies in the dormitory next door that their class girls will also come tonight."

"Banhua? Is it pretty?" She was a little cautious.

"It's a little worse than the department flower, and it's a bit worse than the school flower, anyway, it's okay, you can come or not."

Zhang Mian shook his head for a while, it was his first time going out at night, but there was a beautiful woman...

"I go!"