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Chapter 65 Who Is Your Husband?

The moon and stars are sparse, and the night view of the city from the open floor-to-ceiling windows can feel the thrilling shock brought by human civilization.

Meng Wen was naked, wearing an apron, and his lower body was only wearing the men's sexy underwear, cooking supper for Uncle Yan expressionlessly.

The corners of his mouth were rubbed so red and swollen, the lining of his mouth and the depths of his throat were tingling hotly, all kinds of unhappiness surged in his heart, he raised his head to look at Yan Si, who was paralyzed on the sofa playing games, and secretly gave Two tablespoons of chili sauce were added to the instant noodles.

Yan Si must die for him today.

"Ding-dong--!"

The doorbell of the gate was rang suddenly, and Yan Si couldn't move his hand while holding the game controller, "Mengwen, go and open the door!"

Manipulating himself is really getting more and more proficient. Meng Wen glanced at himself wearing an apron and naked, and was silent for a few seconds. He still came to the gate with a blank expression, and opened the gate.

"Eh..." The little brother who ran errands outside the door saw the muscular man's naked body, his eyes fell on his lower body, and he stuttered suddenly, "You..."

Meng Wen's face was almost numb. He reached out and took the packing bag from the hand of the errand boy, and then closed the door with a bang.

"How is it?" Yan Si's smiling voice came from behind him, "Is it fun?"

Although Meng Wen grew up in a foreign country, he still retains the introvertedness of an Asian in his bones, and he is not open enough to let others see his naked body. He holds a packaging bag in one hand, with veins throbbing on his forehead, and wants to swear, "You... "

"Angry?" Yan Si still looked like a fox, seductive and cunning, "You want to scold me?"

"What are you calling me?" Yan Si walked up to him gracefully, "Pervert? Shameless? Obscene?"

The words really made him say it all by himself, Meng Wen didn't expect that he would still have self-knowledge, bit his lower lip unwillingly, and didn't say a word.

"But the more you don't respond, the more I like you." Yan Si pinched his chin like this, inspecting his mouth from bottom to top, just like what the old society did before buying and selling livestock, "What should I do? ?”

Meng Wen finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and slapped his hand away, "Don't fuck..."

Before the word "touch me" could be said, Yan Si suddenly took a step ahead and kissed his lips, and his tongue slipped in.

Meng Wen was stunned on the spot.

This is the first kiss in his life.

In his unpretentious and conservative view of love, a kiss should be sacrificed to the lover.

Yan Si's kissing skills are too superb compared to his stunned young man. His tongue can tie knots dexterously, guiding and teasing all the way, like a sharp knife piercing desire.

When Meng Wen came back to his senses, he had already pressed Yan Si against the porch, and even slipped his hands on his buttocks involuntarily, kneading them unceasingly.

"Isn't this a quick learning?" Yan Si turned his head and blew on his sensitive earlobe, "Huh?"

Meng Wen froze on the spot, his dark face was dull, and he looked a little silly.

Yan Si snorted, took the packaging bag from him, opened it, took out the ointment spray inside, and motioned for him, "Open your mouth."

Seeing the medicine in his hand, Meng Wen suddenly realized how wrong his thinking was. What the errand brother sent just now was not a sex prop, but a serious medicine from Meituan!

Yan Si was not in the mood to serve others, so he applied some anti-inflammatory ointment to the corner of his mouth, and then stuffed the spray into his hand, "Spray it yourself, I'm going to have supper."

As soon as Meng Wen turned around, he saw that Yan Si was serving instant noodles with chili sauce, "Wait—"

"This is what I ate." Meng Wen snatched the noodle bowl from his hand almost with a flying leap, and told him breathlessly, "You have to wait for a while."

"Ah?" Yan Si frowned, and his eyes drifted to the noodle bowl, "This side..."

In order to avoid being exposed, Meng Wen swallowed the noodles into his stomach in three or two mouthfuls, resisting the choking of the pepper, and coughing, "Ahem...you continue to play, I will fry an egg..."

Yan Si dubiously walked back to the living room, picked up the handle, "I want candied eggs."

Meng Wen slammed himself on the chest, swallowing the noodles at the end of the day, and the already frayed throat became even more aggravated, burning his eyes red, "..."

After rinsing his mouth several times in a row, the pain still did not subside. Meng Wen remembered the spray in his hand, and quickly put the medicine in his mouth. At this moment, Yan Si's voice sounded, "If you spray the spray, you must avoid spicy food, absolutely not... ..."

Meng Wen covered his mouth and coughed violently again, "cough cough cough..."

How could Yan Si not understand it all at this point, leaning against the kitchen door with his arms folded, he looked at him hehe, "Put chili in my bowl?"

He just finished hemorrhoid surgery, Meng Wen is so intentional, he deserves to be punished for his crime!

Meng Wen tightly covered his mouth, the smell of blood was already lingering in the depths of his mouth, pepper and spray, this tossing was comparable to torture, and his eyes were burning red.

In the end, Yan Si sighed deeply, probably defeated by the stubbornness of the wood, unable to hold back a fart until death, turned around and waved, "Come here, let me show you."

As a doctor, coupled with his hobbies, of course he always has all kinds of equipment at home, not to mention oral examination, even Meng Wen asked for a circumcision on the spot.

Yan Si changed into a white coat, with a white shirt inside, and a vacuum on his lower body. He raised his chin towards the restraint chair, "Lie down."

Walking into this room, Meng Wen's eyes were full of shock. The shelves on all sides were full of strange equipment and props. He had seen some basic medical equipment, but more were simply beyond his cognition. , A violent impact on his world outlook and outlook on life.

At this time, Meng Wen suddenly didn't feel the tingling in his mouth anymore. Looking at the leather-bound pepper chair in front of him, he wondered how many people had been lucky enough to lie on it, "Otherwise, forget it..."

"Heh." Yan Si had already put on the headlamp, looked at him and curled his lips, "If I want to do something to you, isn't that too simple?"

That being said, but...

"Lie down." Yan Si began to disinfect the oral speculum with a cold voice, "I don't want to talk nonsense."

Meng Wen slowly lay down on the chair, his whole body was tense and accumulating strength, and adjusted to a state of ready combat readiness, thinking that if Yan Si dared to use those things on himself, he would have to break his neck!

"Open your mouth." Yan Si turned on the headlight and held the oral speculum in his hand, "Say—"

Mengwen had no choice but to open his mouth, and let Yan Si stab the oral speculum into his mouth. The eerie coldness brought by that instrument made him suspect that he was simply a frog waiting to be slaughtered by Yan Si's scalpel ...

"It's just a little inner membrane abrasion, just take some medicine." Yan Si saw that the problem was not serious at a glance, and turned off the headlight, "Lie down and don't move."

Meng Wen could only continue to lie on the chair obediently, watching Yan Si put medical gloves on his middle finger and index finger, his scalp suddenly went numb, "You..."

"Shut up." Yan Si ruthlessly thrust two fingers into his mouth, "Take the medicine."

If he really took the medicine honestly as he said, then Mengwen would be thankful.

But this pervert is fucking playing with his own tongue!

Mengwen was really about to explode, listening to the sound of slippery and wet water coming out of his mouth, that feeling was really not very good!

One second before he was about to explode, Yan Si pulled out his finger, and wiped the sticky liquid from the fingertip on Meng Wen's collarbone, smiling, "Okay, the diagnosis and treatment is over."

What a fucking pervert...

Meng Wen fell back on the recliner, feeling helpless for the first time in his life, he couldn't even sigh, "..."

"If you're lying down like this." Yan Si looked at his posture, pushed his glasses, and his tone suddenly became hoarse, "I'm going to do something else."

As soon as these words came out, the speed at which Meng Wen got up could not be caught by the naked eye at all, it could almost be described as fleeing, and the kung fu man had disappeared at the door in less than a second.

However, the working hours are from ten o'clock in the evening to eight o'clock in the morning, and now it's just past midnight, and it's still far from the end of get off work.

Meng Wen just turned on the computer and dealt with the official business from Rong Xiao for a while, when Yan Si's voice sounded again, "Come here, sleep with me."

Meng Wen turned his head and looked at him in astonishment, "Didn't you just have hemorrhoid surgery..."

Clinker Yan Si was wearing pajamas in a regular manner, with a blindfold on his head, and was holding a sleeping blanket in his arms, looking at him silently, "The sleep I said is just the literal meaning, the most basic Chinese meaning."

Meng Wen felt relieved, silently turned off the computer in his hand, got up and walked towards him, "How do you want to sleep?"

"Lie down, close your eyes." Yan Si took off his glasses, his face looked pretty, even harmless, "and then sleep."

It all sounded normal, but Meng Wen was really afraid of this abnormality in his heart, so he exhaled carefully, "Okay."

Lying on the bed for an entire hour, Meng Wen leaned on his muscular arms and stared at the ceiling in a daze. Unexpectedly, Yan Si really slept when he said that he slept, and did not do any extra things other than that.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Yan Si who was hugging his chest. From the perspective of this unique boyfriend, he really looked like a delicate white doll.

At this time, Yan Si suddenly heard a sleepy whisper, "My husband..."

The night when he and Yan Si went to bed suddenly flashed in Mengwen's mind——

The drunken Yan Si cried until his eyes were blurred, grabbed the pillowcase, choked up and shouted, "...husband."

Time passed earlier, and Yan Si hugged his arm and saw Zheng Lai sitting alone on the steps of the hotel, hiccupping and sobbing, "Husband, why don't you want me..."

At this moment, the blood all over the body became cold, and even the flow rate slowed down. Mengwen suddenly felt that his throat was so congested that he could not breathe——

Who is the "husband" in Yan Si's mouth?