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Chapter 10 Opportunity

I bought a bit too much food, and the two of them ate until their stomachs swelled, but there was still a lot left.

"What about the rest?" He Jing asked, rubbing his stomach.

Han Zhao looked at the table: "Let's fry vegetables and unfinished meat tomorrow."

Stir fry?It sounds difficult!

"can you cook?"

As far as He Jing saw these days, Han Zhao was either cooking instant noodles or ordering takeaway.

"Yes," Han Zhao got up and began to clear the table, "I can cook 'dinner'—clean the rice into the pot and turn on the rice cooker."

"Since none of us know how to do it, why don't I come..."

"I'll come," Han Zhao cut off his words, "I'm afraid you will burn the kitchen down."

He Jing looked at him angrily.

Han Zhao ignored him and sent a job directly: "Go wash the dishes."

The most comfortable time in winter is the moment when you lie down in the warm bed at night.

The first relationship officially started, the first time he slept with his lover, when He Jing went to bed, his heart beat a little fast.

The air conditioner was turned on in the bedroom, and Han Zhao only left a wall lamp.Seeing that the idiot who warmed it up a few days ago was gone, Huamao tried every means to enter the bedroom, but Han Zhao quickly shut the door behind him.

After a while of scratching the door, the world finally became quiet.

He Jing turned over on the bed and looked up at the profile of the person next to the pillow—Han Zhao was watching the news with a tablet in his hand.

I can't remember how many times I secretly looked at him, Han Zhao's handsome face and well-defined figure, coupled with a good figure, indeed has the capital of "many girlfriends and boyfriends".

"What are you looking at?" Han Zhao asked, still staring at the screen, "Is there a flower on your face?"

He Jing didn't answer, and slowly leaned against him like a caterpillar, then reached into his T-shirt and touched his abdominal muscles.

"There's nothing behind me, don't start the fire casually." Han Zhao stared at the screen and reminded.

The "kind" reminder worked, and He Jing pulled his hand in time—put it outside the clothes and continued touching.

After eating tofu for a while, He Jing murmured, "It's incredible."

"What is the little fool talking about?"

"I can sleep next to you!" He Jing rubbed his face on his arm, "I didn't even dare to think about it, but Kuai told me I wasn't dreaming."

"I'm not dreaming." Han Zhao put down the tablet in his hand and touched behind him.

"It hurts!" The dreamy atmosphere was instantly destroyed by the throbbing pain coming from behind, He Jing frowned slightly, and covered his back with his hands.

"Just stop the pain." Han Zhao took off his T-shirt and threw it aside, then turned off the light, "I've never counted when I do it, so don't start a fire."

The lights go out and darkness descends.It was quite late, but He Jing, who had been excited all day, obviously couldn't sleep.

"Can I hug you to sleep?" He Jing asked.

"As long as you can fall asleep." Han Zhao turned over and took him into his arms.

He Jing closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder. 2 minutes later...

"Can't sleep, can we chat?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Han Zhao asked helplessly.

"Um...for example...how many...friends did you have before?"

The sentences are not very scientific, but the meaning is quite clear.

"Do you really want to know?" Han Zhao closed his eyes, "I can tell you one thing, you are the first one to ask about love history on the first day we are together."

He Jing said with a playful smile, "Just tell me a bedtime story."

"Do you really think of yourself as a child?" Han Zhao kissed his forehead and didn't speak for a while.

Seeing that he wasn't interested in talking, He Jing asked, "Then tell me the technique of ordering that and that?"

"Which..." Han Zhao was left speechless by him, "Skills in bed need actual combat, and talking about it on paper is useless."

"How to fight?!" The title of Xueba is not fake!

"Get in slowly...find the erogenous zone between yourself and the other person...and the way to be excited..." Han Zhao said very abstractly, "In short, people are very different. For example, some men have no feeling on their chests at all, while others men are very sensitive."

For laws that are too abstract, He Xueba's general learning method is to find cases to study.

So the next moment, he tried his best to find out what kind of man Han Zhao was.

When the soft tip of his tongue touched his chest, Han Zhao gasped—he was indeed the "very sensitive" type.

He Jing licked a few mouthfuls jokingly, and when the touch on the tip of his tongue became harder and harder, he realized that he had been fooled.

From soft swirling to vigorous stimulation of the tip of the tongue, the sound of breathing on the top of the head gradually increased.Han Zhao hugged He Jing tightly, and the stiff penis pressed against his lower body through the fabric, rubbing slowly.

"I want to lick the other side too." Han Zhao's voice was filled with unconcealable lust, and with a little force in his hand, he turned He Jing's face to the other side.

"Hmm..." He Jing followed his instructions and tried to take care of the sensitive area on his chest with his tongue.

Han Zhao always likes to be served when he has sex, and He Jing's way of doing this undoubtedly suits his appetite.The two huddled together on the bed for a while, He Jing kept licking his nipples in his mouth, and even put his hand into his panties to help him with his penis.

Everything was developing rapidly in the opposite direction of the plan. He didn't want to have any emotional involvement with He Jing, but at a certain moment he softened and accepted this little guy.I didn't want to have sex tonight, but now I'm full of thoughts of "fucking him to death".

Pulling out He Jing's hand, Han Zhao pressed him under him and said in a hoarse voice:

"He Jing, give me oral sex."

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On a cloudy morning in winter, in the room with the curtains drawn, at 9:[-], some vague light penetrated into the room, making it hard to tell whether it was morning or evening.

"Do not you have to work?"

After waking up, He Jing looked at the clock on the wall, it was already past the normal working hours.

"The case is closed, and I didn't make an appointment with the client today, so it doesn't matter if I go or not," Han Zhao hugged him, "Sleep with me for a while."

"Just a moment," He Jingshu mumbled into his arms, "I'm going to get up and see if there is any response to the resume I submitted..."

"Where is it so fast..." Han Zhao murmured vaguely in his ear.

Last night, although a certain person's skills were jerky, he was very satisfied with his dedication, and he didn't even want to go to work lazily on weekday mornings.

"Dang Dang Dang, Dang Dang Dang, Dang Dang Dang..."

While the two were still lying on the bed, He Jing's mobile phone on the bedside table rang.

Wrestling half of his body out of Han Zhao's arms, He Jing reached for the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Hello, is this He Jing?" A mature female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I am, who are you?"

"HR of Hewei Law Firm, have you practiced in Hewei before?"

"Ah?" He Jing was surprised. Could it be that some handover procedures were not completed?

Thinking about this, he asked, "Is there something wrong? Is there a problem with the handover procedure?"

"It's like this..." There was a pause on the other end of the phone, "A partner's team in the firm is recruiting junior lawyers. Are you interested in coming for an interview?"

"Ah!" He Jing sat up all of a sudden, startling Han Zhao beside him, "Yes, yes!"

"Because you have already done an internship before, the HR department will no longer conduct the first round of interviews, and the partner will interview you directly." There was a sound of typing on the keyboard on the phone, "He is at eleven o'clock this morning, and at two o'clock on Wednesday afternoon. You are free at [-]:[-] am and Thursday, can you decide the time to come to the interview now?"

"Today at eleven o'clock," He Jing said as he jumped out of bed and began to look for clothes, "I'll come over for an interview later!"

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