Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 4.24

After dinner, considering that Meng Zezhi and his party were tired after a day's journey, the old man didn't ask any more and sent them to rest.

Meng Ze knows that he has his own room, which the old man specially left for Qi Si forever, and Qin Yaochen was of course arranged to go to the guest room.

But this did not prevent Meng Zezhi from sneaking into Qin Yaochen's room after washing for nothing.

"Why, are you still worried about the two of us?" Meng Zezhi held Qin Yaochen on his side and touched his palm along the corner of his clothes.

"Yeah." Qin Yaochen moved his **** and adjusted it to the most comfortable position.

Father He's attitude couldn't be more obvious.

Not happy that he is a man is only one aspect. As Meng Zezhi said, his acceptance of homosexuality is still very high. The most important thing is that Mr. He thinks he is old.

In this regard, he really has no way to refute.

He is twenty-nine years old and Qi Siyong is seventeen years old.

It's a whole round.

Wait, seventeen?

Qin Yaochen later realized that he actually slept with a minor.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, and then his thoughts took a turn.

Is the capital of the minors so majestic this year?

Stop--

Qin Yaochen curled up his toes.

The reason why the old man did not object, apart from his unwillingness to touch Qi Siyong's will and to make him sad and embarrassed, was also that he did not want to make jokes in the public.

People are always greedy, and Qin Yaochen is not satisfied with this, he wants to get the blessing of the old man.

"Actually, I have a way to change the old man's attitude towards you?" Meng Zezhi said leisurely, with his palms hovering on Qin Yaochen's lower abdomen, the upper muscles were even and full, and the lines were smooth, making it very comfortable to touch.

"How to say?"

Qin Yaochen turned around, and Meng Zezhi's hand was on his ass.

Meng Zezhi smoothly squeezed the soft flesh under his palm, and squinted his eyes at Shang Qin Yaochen's eagerness to find a solution: "Simple—"

As he said, he rolled over and pressed people under him.

...

At seven o'clock in the morning, Meng Zezhi and Qin Yaochen came down from the stairs.

Living downstairs by Qin Yaochen, the old man was uncomfortable after listening to gasping and cursing all night. He put down the newspaper in his hand and coughed softly, covering his mouth: "Get up!"

Qin Yaochen was so embarrassed that he hardly dared to look directly at the old man.

He glared at Meng Zezhi fiercely, combined with the blush on his face and the remnant spring tide at the corner of his eyes, his typical anger turned into anger.

I also blame him, why he got on Meng Zezhi's thief ship in a daze.

"Grandpa." Meng Zezhi, who got the advantage, replied, and reached out to hold his hand, full of comfort.

Qin Yaochen tried to struggle, but failed.

"Since you are up, let's eat." The corner of the old man's eyes fell on the hands of the two closely linked together, with a complex expression.