The strongest way to be narcissistic

In the lazy afternoon, the sound of children playing could be faintly heard outside the study window, and Song Ange was still writing the test questions.

He was the only one in the study, and Joe Stupid hadn't been behind him for a long time to supervise whether he was doing his homework well.Unless he took the initiative to ask some questions that he didn't understand, Qiao Peicheng would never take the initiative to enter the study.

It may be that he is trusted to complete the learning tasks independently.

Trust is good, but there are still shortcomings, at least when he is mentally tired, he can't ask for a kiss nearby to relieve fatigue.

After struggling with a math problem for a long time, he finally had an idea, and an hour and a half had passed by the time he finished writing.The sense of accomplishment made him so happy that he wanted to ask for a reward, and he didn't know if the idiot Joe who went out for a walk had returned?

I ran to the two bedrooms and looked around, but there was no one there.

Go to the living room again, there are people there.I don't know when I came back, but I'm lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly.

With one hand resting on the sofa, his small arm was vacated, and a book in a foreign language fell right below him, which he couldn't understand.The laptop on the coffee table was also turned off, and it was also something he couldn't understand.

He squatted by the sofa, carefully looked at the handsome face wearing glasses in front of him, and couldn't help drawing its outline vaguely with his fingers.

Just as he was smirking at how handsome his idiot Joe is, he caught a glimpse of Gu Gu stepping on an elegant catwalk, walking slowly on the back of the sofa.

"Bone bone, come down."

He lowered his voice.

"Don't disturb Dad's sleep."

Another dad.

This is when he realizes that he likes Stupid Joe, he calls it in private, hugging his bone and bone sweetly to brainwash it alone - Stupid Joe is also its father.

Several times when he was brainwashing in secret like this, idiot Joe would look at him like a fool, making him think he had been exposed.

But the distance is long and the voice is low, unless he can lip language, it is impossible to know.I didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, Joe always liked to say that he was stupid at that time, so it was not difficult for him to understand.

Bone flicked its tail, staring at the two idiots with brown-gray eyes, the front jio began to move forward, and simply stepped on the sleeping Qiao Peicheng's abdomen, and then the whole cat stepped on it .

Seeing this, Song Ange stared, and lowered his voice fiercely. "You orange pig, come down for me!"

As an orange cat, can you be a little b-number about your weight!

The two-legged beast, who had changed his face instantly, curled up in Qiao Peicheng's abdomen, yawned lazily, and began to close his eyes to take a nap, and flicked his tail provocatively.

Thieves.

Little Song, who squatted until his legs became numb, snapped his knuckles, feeling sour.

It's okay to be jealous of a cat.

"Meow?"

Suddenly the bones that flew into the air met a pair of fire-breathing eyes, and then saw the two-legged beast pointing at the two-legged beast on the sofa, and said: "This is my place, only I can lie down, you know?"

Bone, who was grabbed by the back of Destiny's neck, meowed a few times.

Song Ange assumed it understood, put it on the ground and let it run to other places to play quickly, so as not to disturb the warm moments between him and idiot Joe.

Qiao Peicheng, who was sleeping soundly, felt a small stone pressed against his abdomen in his dream. After a while, he finally felt relieved, but it didn't take long for a huge stone to press him down and he couldn't breathe.

He opened his eyes in a daze, thinking he was dreaming, but the oppressive feeling still didn't disappear.

A bristle scratched his jaw, and he knew the name of this big rock.

"Get off." Qiao Peicheng, who still wanted to continue sleeping, pushed the child who needed to be spanked. Why is it not good to sleep? What does it mean to sleep on him?

Little friend Song hugged his waist, pretending to be dead and not speaking.

"I kicked you down, believe it or not?"

"I'm sleepy after finishing the test paper."

"Go back to your room if you're tired."

"I want to sleep with you and feel safe."

Qiao Peisheng was speechless.

The brat's cheeks are getting thicker and thicker, he really deserves to have been with him for so long, if he is good, he learns hard, but if he is bad, he learns quickly.

With one hand around the young man's waist, he closed his eyes again, allowing such a large stone to press on him.

"Don't move."

It's important to sleep, wake up and clean him up again.

More than ten minutes later, the jio of a certain orange pig stepped on the previous path again, and finally stopped on someone's back to continue taking a nap.

Little friend Song, who was in pain but also happy, gritted his teeth and swore: He will find time to lose weight for this orange pig!

Somebody Qiao at the bottom thought in a daze: Kid Song can't eat any more, he has to lose weight.

It was already afternoon when I woke up, and the sky outside was a bit cloudy, depending on the situation, it would definitely rain tonight.

Nobody gets off the couch because they just don't have time.

Song Ange said that he has eaten too much sweets recently, and the foolish Qiao who seems to be enlightened always gives him a mouthful of sweetness from time to time.

It's the same now, holding him down and kissing him for a long time.

But just don't do it.

He put the condom on his hand before, so he almost said clearly: You||Mom, come and fuck me, I will lay down and fuck you, what else do you want?

However, people just throw it away without looking at it, saying that they won’t make it to the end, and they don’t even want to go in and walk around. Are you angry?

In contrast, he has simply become a dissatisfied little slut||husband.My mind is full of: why didn't he do it?Why doesn't he do it?How can he do it?

When in doubt, ask.

Little friend Song grabbed Qiao Peicheng, who wanted to end this candy-eating behavior, and asked, "Brother Cheng, do you have a hidden illness?"

Of course he knew the reason why idiot Joe didn't want to do it. Asking such a question was just a radical method.

"What do you think?" Qiao Peicheng looked down at a restless hand.

Song Ange coughed lightly, blushing and muttering. "What if it doesn't work?"

"True knowledge comes from practice." Qiao Peisheng moved his hand away.

Not doing it does not mean that there is no idea, but if some psychological barriers are not cleared, this idea will never be put into practice.

Unless he forgot that he had done Song Ange, or the person in front of him knew about it.

The former may still have a 1% possibility, and the latter is simply impossible.

He wouldn't talk about it voluntarily, and never would.Because he had no way of predicting what the result would be.

If you don't believe it, it's okay to think that he is mentally ill. If you believe it, you grit your teeth and hate him, which leads to psychological problems. Wouldn't the previous efforts be in vain?

So he doesn't say it.

"You always have to give me a reason." Little Song felt helpless.They all learned to take the initiative to deal with him, and still care about what those who have and don't do.

Fool Joe is actually a hypocrite, and the trick of prudence is flying.

"It is not possible to find a satisfactory reason for everything." If he could find a reason, he would have brainwashed himself long ago.

"What if I say I know?" Song Ange pinched the palm of his hand with his fingertips and mustered up the courage to say this sentence.

Stupid Joe didn't say that he had his concerns, but he didn't express it, so naturally there was his reason.

What if the person ran away without saying a word?It was too late for him to cry, and he didn't know where to find it.

It's not that he thinks too much, according to what he knows about him, it's really possible for this to happen.

Qiao Peisheng didn't care much. "tell me the story."

He wants to hear where this kid can lead him.

Little friend Song stared at Stupid Joe's steady old dog, and couldn't help complaining silently: I'm afraid that I will scare you to death if I say it.

Say?Or not?

If there is only one person between them who takes the initiative to confess, wouldn't everyone be happy?

Qiao Peisheng lowered his head and asked, "Why don't you say anything, huh?"

This kid wants to use this trick to trick him?Does he look so stupid?

Little Song swallowed. "I'll think about it first."

It's still a little difficult to just say "I know we're one" now.

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Peisheng became even more convinced that little friend Song was just trying to trick him.

"Think about it slowly. There is no food at home. Let me go to the supermarket to buy it first." He smiled.

"Oh."

Song Ange, who arrived at the supermarket, thought about what to do to get the words out.

One word - wine.

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, just like the first time he confessed and kissed fool Joe when he was drunk for the first time.

Alcohol, what a treat.

Picking up a bottle of wine from the shelf, Little Song fantasized that he would say it later, using the strength of the wine to make trouble unreasonably, and let Joe idiot eat and wipe him clean, and the bubbles couldn't stop popping up.

Qiao Peicheng walked around the drink area next to him, and saw Song Ange standing still in the drink area from a distance, still holding a bottle of wine and giggling.

Who allowed him to drink?

Walked over with long legs, grabbed the wine in his hand, and gave the order to die. "Don't even think about it."

"Can……"

"No buts."

"I……"

"No reason is acceptable, not even the reason that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly." He guessed that little friend Song would not be reconciled if he couldn't get his words out, so he wanted to repeat the old trick and carry out a drunken sex.

Only a fool will fall twice in one place, he is not stupid.

Song Ange knew there was nothing to do, so he had to give up.

"If you don't drink, don't drink."

At worst, he rushed over at night, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

After eating, Qiao Peicheng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and saw little friend Song sitting by the bay window, cross-legged in a daze, his mouth was still opening and closing, and his voice was so low that he couldn't hear what he was saying.

He leaned against the wall with his hands folded, his eyes fixed on his constantly opening and closing mouth.

The corners of his mouth were slowly raised, and he was about to try to tease him, but stopped in the next second, as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move for a minute.

A flash of lightning pierced the black curtain outside the window, and then thunder exploded.

Song Ange, who was sitting on the bay window and mumbling distractedly, was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to find someone to hug him, but the room was empty, and then he remembered that idiot Qiao was still taking a bath.

He tried to open the bathroom door, but it was unlocked, but he couldn't open it.

Joe Fool against the door?

He probed. "Brother Cheng, are you there?"

No one cares.

"Brother Cheng, I want to take a bath with you." He actually took a bath, but because Joe's idiot was still in it, he wanted to take a bath with him again.

Still ignored.

"Qiao Peicheng, you think I will die!"

It's not good to act like a baby in a good voice, do you have to make him angry before you talk to him?

However, there was still no one there.

The angry voice of the boy outside the door upset Qiao Peicheng. He put out the cigarette in his hand, washed his face at the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and began to curse in a low voice.

Instead of thinking wildly, it is better to ask clearly. After making up his mind, he strode over, opened the door, quickly pushed the person at the door against the wall, and asked through gritted teeth, "Who told you?"

It happened so suddenly, the unprepared boy stuttered and asked, "Know...know what?"

"Song Ange, how do you know about my relationship with you?" Everyone knows what he is still hiding?

He pinched his chin, with gloomy eyes, and said, "How do you know I'm Song Ange?"

He knows lip language. When he was a child watching movies when he was bored, he thought the protagonist could lip language very well, so he learned it if he wanted to.

——Should I say that I actually know that Qiao Peisheng is Song Ange?

This is what he just read from Song Ange's mouth.

How should he react?

Relieved?

But it didn't, on the contrary, he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body was chilling.

Nothing but irritability.

what is this?

When he was struggling between moral shackles, this kid actually knew everything.

Now that you know everything, how dare you play with him these things you shouldn't do?

Doesn't he have any resistance in his heart to this twisted relationship?

Song Ange, who didn't know how he exposed himself, started to panic in a daze. "My guess."

"Guess?" Guessing out of thin air that two people who have no connection in the slightest are the same person, he thinks he is really stupid?

"Really, I dreamed that I was dead, and then I saw you. And Sister Tong, Song Cheng, they died, and noon, you died, no, the day I died was noon."

Song Ange spoke incoherently, remembering what to say, forgetting all the lines that had been performed countless times in his mind before.

"I thought it was a dream, but a lot of things don't need to be explained by this dream, so it doesn't make sense at all. Then...then what you said to Sister Tong that day, you yourself confirmed my guess. That's right! You scolded me in the bathroom I dreamed about it that night."

Telling everything he knew, Song Ange nervously observed the expression of Joe Stupid. He just stared at him with complicated eyes, so complicated that he panicked.

He hesitated and leaned over his face, kissing his tight mouth. "Brother Cheng, I really like you."

"Whoever you are, I like you too."

"I don't care, it doesn't matter whether I'm alone or not."

He wants to brainwash him.

however--

"You don't care, I do, that's very important." Qiao Peisheng squeezed Song Ange's wrist, his hand was shaking. "Song Ange, this is very important to me."

All things were carried out under the premise that Song Ange knew, and it was extremely frightening to think about it carefully.

It was he who personally pushed people down this road of no return, and all the responsibilities rested on him.

The idiot Song Ange who knows everything, under the intimacy he doesn't care much about, without any lust, and in the ignorant bewilderment of a teenager, has become obsessed with himself a little bit.

He takes full responsibility for this incident.

"Song Ange, we are doing this wrong, the best way is to stop the loss in time."

He was glad that he didn't make it to the end, and there was still room for redemption.

Song Ange turned his face away, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.He knew it was going to happen, and Joe Fool still wouldn't face the truth.A person who has lived two lives is not as good as a child who is almost nineteen.

"Qiao Peisheng, are you hypocritical?"

"You obviously like me, can you just admit it? Song Ange who became Qiao Peisheng just likes Song Ange now, and he is also me. You fucking|mother just like me!"

Since everything has been clarified, he will analyze it bit by bit and force him to face it.

Qiao Peicheng covered his yelling mouth. "Shut up!"

The young man stared at him stubbornly with red eyes choked with sobs.

For this, he let go of his hand and chose to cover his eyes.He doesn't want to look at these eyes for the time being, it will make him invisible.

"Qiao Peisheng, your mother just likes me!"

The young man who had nothing to say continued to yell this sentence, and brainwashed language kept drilling into his ears.

Qiao Peisheng just likes Song Ange, this is the fact.

"Song Ange, shut up!"

"I'm not closed! Qiao Peisheng likes Song Ange, and Song Ange also likes Qiao Peisheng. Brother Cheng, you want to fuck me, you admit it. You dare not because you think I don't know, but now I know, you can fuck as much as you want .”

He was going to talk until he couldn't stand it and blocked him with his mouth.

"In fact, you want to suppress me in your dreams. You must have imagined countless times to suppress me. Please let me call you husband, you sanctimonious hypocrite."

Little Song got more and more complacent as he talked, tearing apart Qiao Peicheng's last sanity bit by bit.

This dead child insists on saying something so terribly, insists on saying things that shouldn't be said, is he ashamed?

"It's obvious that you want to be fucked by me even in your dreams."

Accompanied by the fire-stained voice, Little Song's eyes were brightened again, and his mouth was blocked again. This time, it was not a hand covering, but a mouth blocking.

Qiao Peicheng, who became angry from embarrassment, pushed him against the wall and took it forcefully.

He just wanted him to shut up, but the development of the situation deviated from the original plan, or moved towards his true inner thoughts, until the boy let out a suppressed hum, and he could be regarded as sober.

"Where the fuck do you want to go?"

Little Song, who was being served so frantically by his hands, noticed something, and quickly grabbed the idiot Qiao who wanted to get cold feet.You have used your fingers and want to run?

"No swearing."

"I'm going to say it, and I've said it many times, Brother Cheng, why don't you punish me?" The rules were set by him, and he should implement them properly. "It's you who said that you can't make a square without rules, so go ahead and fight, and I will never resist."

Saying so, he posed thoughtfully.

Qiao Peicheng's throat tightened. "Song Ange, don't force me."

This dead child who is suspected to have the attribute of shaking m, just owes a beating, but the beating will be very weird.

Foreseeing that the victory is in sight, little friend Song began to make small movements, his forehead was sweating, and he muttered maliciously: "Brother Sheng, I want it, will you give it?"

What a little villain, I don't know who I learned this from.

Little Song, who was lying on the bed, squinted and smiled, and hugged his idiot Qiao.

Look, he still won.

Qiao Peisheng is hypocritical.

After the grueling foreplay, before breaking through the city gate, Qiao Peicheng pinched the flushed boy's face from above, and gave a final warning: "Song Ange, you have to think about it, if I make it to the end, you won't even There is no chance of going back.”

While reminding, he gently rubbed the corner of the other party's mouth with his thumb to wipe away the marks left on it. The boy tilted his head and bit his bent knuckles.

Then he stretched out a hand, lifted it around the back of his neck, and lowered his head with the pulling force, only to hear a hoarse voice with trembling sounds in his ears:

"Qiao Peicheng, you are always moaning, are you still a man?"

This is malicious provocation.

Qiao Peisheng and Song Ange are completely different from each other when they completely deviate from the track, but they are still slightly the same.

At least Song Ange cleared that idiot Qiao couldn't be excited sometimes, and they were all the same.

Sure enough, he saw idiot Joe narrowing his eyes dangerously for a second, sliding his hand from his face to his throat, and gently pinching him with his palm. This kind of confinement not only didn't make him feel uncomfortable, but made it more comfortable.

Accompanied by the fingers scratching helplessly on the back, and the young man sobbing softly, Qiao Peicheng lowered his head and kissed the other's frowning brows to comfort him, and he said——

"Little Song, the next time is the only time I allow you to speak vulgarly."