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At night, Baochan was wearing a water jacket for practicing kung fu, with an old huqin on his lap, and on the Ruyizhou stage, he was pulling the Xipi rocker to turn the water. Beside him, Huo Bandit stood upright and sang in a dignified manner:

"The Great Taibao looks like a Wen Hou,

The Second Taibao is like a flood in the waves,

The Santaibao can catch tigers when they go up the mountain,

The Si Taibao Sword Slays a Dragon! "

It is a discount of "Shutaibao" in "Zhulianzhai", Baochan's specialty.

"Wutaibao is using a mountain axe!

Liu Taibao can roll the dragon dart with both hands,

Qitaibao flower gun..."

Baochan's piano stopped, and he took out the bamboo ruler from under his buttocks, and slapped it on his back with a "slap": "Qikou! Where is the Qikou in this sentence, can't you remember!"

Huo Bie grew up so old, his parents never cared about him, he was not used to Baochan being so strict to him, he squinted his eyes and endured it, and continued to sing: "Qitaibao's flower gun is really wonderful, Eight Taibao's steel whip is a hero , Jiutaibao's double mace is very good, Yasai, Uncle Qin..."

Baochan's qin stopped again, and he weighed pennies and pennies: "This sentence is not good, the articulation of words has not come out."

Huo Bandit gritted his teeth, pulled the T-shirt off his head, threw it hard on the stage, and sang again: "Nine Taibao double maces are well played, Yasai is Qin Shubao!"

On the bright red stage, he showed his strong and beautiful back, and the dragon with its teeth and claws on his back: "The ten Taibaos hold the Qinglong Yanyue Dao, and the eleventh Taibao is taller than the other even though he is young!"

In a short stanza, Baochan went through it over and over again, which made Huo Pi angry. When he was done, he picked up his clothes and wanted to leave, but Baochan called out, "Where are we going?"

Huo Pi rolled his eyes: "Isn't it over?"

"Who's finished?" Baochan pointed at his feet with a bamboo ruler, "Come here, take off your pants."

ha?Huo Pi grabbed his trouser waist and looked at the empty auditorium below the stage: "What do you want?"

"My apprentice, you can't sing alone," Baochan taught him sincerely, "You have to be able to hold both the back bridge and the lower fork."

"Who is your apprentice..." Huo Pi was a little embarrassed, "Besides, your building is full of cameras."

"It's installed in the corridor, but not here," Baochan held the master's shelf, "Hurry up, take off your pants!"

Huo Pi recalled that in the North Korean restaurant, the workers said that Bao Chan was gay. At that time, he was skeptical, but now he believed it. This was blatant sexual harassment through teaching drama.He blushed, and snapped down the zipper of his jeans. Inside were large print pants bought on the street, with a black dog's head sticking out his tongue on the crotch.

Baochan didn't look at him at all: "The rear bridge, can you get off?"

Huo Bandit shrank his arms and covered his crotch: "What is the rear bridge?"

Baochan helped him pick up his clothes and trousers, and threw them on the chair: "Lower."

Huo Pi nodded, raised his face with his hands up, leaned back with his waist, and fell down little by little, steadily.

"Okay boy," Baochan smiled, "I have a good waist!"

He casually praised him, and Huo Pi was overjoyed, so he pretended to be impatient with a sullen face: "Is it all right?"

"Hold on for a while," Baochan looked at his arched shape, not very satisfied, and stood up against him, grabbing his waist with both hands, "here, push hard."

I'll fuck you... Huo Bandit was pinched around the waist by him, his spine seemed to be hit by electricity, and he grinned: "Don't pinch my waist!"

Baochan didn't care about him, and held on tight: "Push up!"

No matter how hard it is, no matter how damn it is... Huo Bandit couldn't hold his breath, he slumped down, and sat on the ground with a slap, Bao Chan shook his head: "No, I still have to practice, come on, Hengcha."

Huo Bandit made him sweat and waved his hands.

"That vertical fork," Bao Chan shook the bamboo ruler, "Hurry up!"

Huo Bie got up cursing, lifted up the jacquard pants, moved his right foot forward and his left foot backward, and slowly chopped down.

It may be because of his young age, his muscles and bones are still soft, and his crotch is only more than ten centimeters from the ground.

Huo Pi felt a little hurt: "It's here."

Baochan put his hands on his shoulders and pressed down.

"Hey, it hurts..." As soon as Huo Bie yelled, Baochan sat down with his neck in his arms, and fell on him with his whole body weight.

"Fuck your mother!" Huo Bandit screamed, grabbing Baochan and trying to drag him down, but Baochan didn't let go, and hugged him tightly: "Be patient! Count to twenty! Get up when you're done counting." !"

Twenty?A few Huo bandits couldn't stand it, he first grabbed the treasure, and then pinched his flesh, but he couldn't get it open, so he could only hug him and scream, and tears came out.

"It hurts to squeeze the tendons!" In his ear, Baochan told him, "I am as old as you, and my senior brother helped me in this way!"

Huo Pi hated him to death, closed his eyes, and hissed: "Is it here yet! How many are counted!"

"Ten, nine, eight..." Bao Zong counted and pressed down again.

"I'll fuck your mother, Baochan! I'll fuck you up! I'll make you cry and call daddy!" Huo Bie was throbbing in pain, screaming, and suddenly got a force, aiming at the base of Baochan's neck , Bite it down.

"Ah!" Baochan jumped up from him in pain, Huo Pi's arms suddenly became lighter, and he fell on the stage with his hands on his crotch, panting.

After a while, he got up drenched in sweat, Bao Chan was gone, and there was the sound of water in the backstage. He rubbed his thighs and limped over.

Baochan washed his face, and was looking at the wound in the large mirror on the wall. He took off half of his water jacket, his neck was very red, and there were deep and shallow tooth marks.

Huo Pi scratched his head and stood behind him: "Are you all right?"

Baochan looked at the boy in the mirror, full of vitality, with a pair of fiery eyes.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Huo Bie lowered his head, "It's your fucking fault..."

Baochan turned around and looked at him from under her wet forehead: "Chosun Hotel, resign."

Huo Pi still hung his head, his eyes fell on him, the pale pink one was not a wound on his neck, but his chest...

"I will feed you." Baochan said.

Huo Bandit's brain was a little swollen and numb for a while, and his heart was also numb, as if it was about to break in his chest.

Baochan held his arm: "Tomorrow I will make you exercise uniforms, we look decent."

Huo Bandit didn't speak.

Baochan knew that he was hurting him today, so he stroked his hair: "I have apprentice money here, not much, you pay back the usury first, let's..."

At this time, there was a sound behind him, it was the mobile phone on the makeup table, Baozhan went to look, it was Kuang Zheng: I'm here.

He turned his head and ran out, leaving Bandit Huo standing there alone, all he could think about was that they wanted to support him.The silly boy rubbed his face vigorously until his cheekbones were flushed, then he walked around the room, back and forth, fighting with himself: Can this be done?Being taken care of by a rich man, or a man?

He struggled for a long time, but when Baochan didn't come back, he opened the door and went out, but there was no one in the corridor.He turned around and went backstage, walked through the side curtain, just took a step towards the stage, then quickly retracted his head - Baochan was under the stage, in a dark place without light, not alone, there was also a man, they were stuck together .

Baochan pulled Kuangzheng, tilted his feet, and rubbed his soft lips against his mouth, so clingy and anxious, Kuangzheng wrapped his arms around his back, with his hands down inch by inch, covering him through a thin layer of silk. The xx.

"Brother..." Baochan trembled in his hand.

Once done, it will be different, it will become hot and active, and it must be that person.Kuang Zheng enjoyed his enthusiasm and whispered in his ear: "If I knew you were like this, I should have..."

Baochan swallowed his voice, swallowed it whole, then spit it out in a sigh, spit it back into Kuangzheng's mouth, and then crushed it with the slippery tip of his tongue.

Kuangzheng was panting heavily, and kissed his neck from behind his ear. Suddenly, Baochan hid, and by the light from the stage, Kuangzheng saw a clear tooth mark there: "Who did it?"

Baochan covered the collar of his shirt: "That kid."

Child?Kuang Zheng scolded: "Which little brat?"

"Brother Huo," Baochan said, "my apprentice."

Kuang Zheng met that guy, a wild little wolf dog: "Why did he bite you?"

"Practice," Baochan pursed his lips, "I hurt him."

Kuangzheng frowned, annoyed by their messy physical contact, Baochan told him about Huo Bandit, for the sake of his deceased mother-in-law, he closed his eyes and endured it.

"You didn't come back last night," Baochan worried about him, "where did you go?"

"Didn't I send you a photo to check in?" Kuang Zheng pinched his face, "Prairie."

Baochan knew it was the grassland: "Why are you going to Inner Mongolia?"

"Outer Mongolia," Kuang Zheng said, "Mongolia, Mr. Xiao asked me to take care of you."

Baozhan stared at him blankly, he went to beg Mr. Xiao, he must be desperate.

Kuang Zheng lightly pecked his forehead: "Ask Xiaohao to take you home, I have a meeting, I have to go back to the company."

Baochan smoothed his tie: "I'll wait for you."

Kuang Zheng sighed: "I will meet again tomorrow morning."

Baochan felt sorry for him: "Brother, how long have you not slept?"

"Sleeping on the plane," Kuangzheng smiled at him, "Good boy, just wait for me for a few days."

Baochan had no choice but to nod, sent him to the gate, came back in a daze, and walked into the backstage. In front of him was the dragon on Huo Bandit's back, breathing thunderbolts, flying through the clouds and fog.

"It's getting late, you can sleep here," Baochan said, taking out the key to his room, "Come on, I'll take you..."

Huo Bandit turned around suddenly, his hot eyes were burning.

Baochan was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"I saw it." Huo Bandit said.

Bao Chan blushed, clutched the key, a little embarrassed: "You are still young, you may not be able to accept it, I am..."

Huo Bandit said: "It's really shameless."

Bao Chan was stunned.

"How many men do you have?" Huo Bandit asked.

several?Bao Chan made him confused.

"You just got bored with other people, and you came back to hook me up again," Huo Pi shouted at him, "It's amazing to be rich!"

Baochan was at a loss: "You said... who hooked up with whom?"

"You!" Huo Bandit pointed at him, then at himself, "hook me up!"

Baochan found it ridiculous, and even wanted to laugh: "When..."

"Just now!" Huo Bandit walked towards him, pointing his finger at his chest, "Did you make me take off my pants, touch my waist and back, hug me tightly, and take me to sleep!"

Bao Chan snapped open his hand: "What are you thinking, little brat!"

"Don't think I don't understand," Huo Biao came up with that bandit energy, raised his chin, and had a face of ruffian, "It's not relative, but how could you be kind enough to teach me how to sing?" He patted himself Pectoral muscles, "It's not about me!"

Baochan was angry and embarrassed, and ignored him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Huo Pi became even more angry. He put on his clothes and was about to leave, but Bao Chan grabbed his arm and said, "I'll tell you the truth," he lowered his eyes, with some difficulty, "Your stepmother..."

stepmother?Huo bandit pushed him away, not wanting to hear his nonsense.

"The son she threw away," Baochan said, "the son who sang opera..."

Huo Bandit stopped and slowly turned around.

Facing Shang Baochan's eyes, a little red: "It's me."