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Chapter 65 The Graduation Ceremony

Putting the sunshade glasses that covered half of his face on his face to block the glare of the sun, Cheng Qing raised the corners of his mouth and walked towards the exit with his travel bag.

Low-rise jeans, a perfectly proportioned silver skull pattern on a large black T-shirt. One bone claw rests on the shoulder, and the other goes through the armpit ring to the back. Cheng Qing, who wants to overwhelm Lang Jun and ravages him There was a strong coquettish atmosphere exuding from the inside out, which made Mr. Lang Jun, who came to pick him up, recognize this attractive bastard from the crowd at a glance.

Heart pounding, eyes suddenly deep.

Lang Jun raised his eyebrows and smiled, dialed the phone, lowered the car window, raised his arms out of the window and shook: "Go to the west of the square."

West of the square?

Cheng Qing raised his eyebrows, and turned left as told.

The swaying, white and slender arms were like a lighthouse in the dark night, nakedly seducing this cunning bastard with a dark heart to speed up his pace unconsciously under the scorching midsummer sun.

Throwing the travel bag onto the back seat, Cheng Qing sat in the co-pilot seat, took two sips of the iced tea that Mr. Lang Jun handed over at the right time, the air-conditioning in the car and the refreshingness of the iced tea dispelled the scorching heat in an instant: "Yes It's so hot!"

"You can't drink like this when it's hot." Snatching the half-empty black tea bottle, leaning over to lick the water stains from the corners of Cheng Qing's lips, maintaining a posture of kissing or not, taking off the obtrusive sun visor and throwing it on the workbench , Lang Jun stared at the seductive phoenix eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry?" Thumb touched Mr. Lang's lips, and Cheng Qing smiled coquettishly and moved closer, "Mr. Lang, it's only three o'clock in the afternoon. I want to eat you more than the messy afternoon tea."

When Cheng Qing finished speaking, the two of them held each other's lips by coincidence, and their two slippery tongues aggressively protruded towards each other, fiercely attacking and defending and entangled, telling endless lovesickness.

He lightly took a bite on the delicate collarbone, then withdrew his hand that had been inserted into the black T-shirt, and carefully helped Cheng Qing fasten his seat belt. collar, pretending to be calm and asking: "Go home?"

"Okay." Cheng Qingyang responded with the corners of his mouth, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, propped his head, and began to peel Lang Jun's black shirt and black trousers with his unscrupulous eyes.

Thinking of Mr. Lang Jun's perfect body, the thriving desire in his heart became more and more difficult to suppress, and Cheng Qing's eyes gradually became fiery.

After being scanned all the way with longing eyes by the sweetheart, the sage couldn't hold back, let alone a pious old hooligan.

Pretending to be calm and approaching the house, as soon as he entered the house, Lang Jun suddenly pressed him against the door to cover Cheng Qing's lips, aggressively kissed him, and pinched twice on the flexible waist with his slender and powerful hands Squeeze straight into the tight jeans that wrap around your mounds.

Breathing suddenly became heavy, and his tongue roughly stirred twice in Cheng Qing's mouth. Lang Jun drew out his right hand, tore the iron buckle on the front of the jeans a little impatiently, and cursed: "Damn it, it's T pants again!"

"Hmm, you're so impatient, you're not afraid of being bumped into?" Cheng Qing teased with a low laugh in a hoarse voice, but he tore Lang Jun's shirt and trousers with his hands without showing any weakness.

"Go back to the room..." Lang Jun carried Cheng Qing on his shoulders abruptly, pulled off the jeans that had exposed the crotch, and gritted his teeth on his flexible waist, "Don't struggle."

"Your sister!"

Sneakers with skulls painted on them, low-cut socks, jeans with piled-up trouser legs, and T-pants with torn thin straps instantly turned into a direction mark, pointing from the hallway to Lang Jun's bedroom.

Being thrown heavily onto the bed, Cheng Qing hadn't recovered from the discomfort when he was directly crushed by Lang Jun.

Deep kissing, biting, rolling, and tearing, Cheng Qing was finally a little inferior, with his legs bent and pressed against his chest, and his saliva-stained fingers simply stretched out before being forcibly penetrated.

"I'm fucking your father!" Cheng Qing frowned, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, "Brother, it hurts so much!"

"Huh?" Looking down at the connected place, Lang Jun slightly straightened his waist maliciously, and then pushed in a little more, "How many times have I warned you, why don't you have a long memory?"

"I... rub it!" Touching Lang Jun's thigh with his fingertips, Cheng Qing pinched it as if venting his anger, "It hurts!"

"Only halfway in..." Lang Jun leaned carefully on Cheng Qing's body, kissed the protruding blood vessels on the side of his neck, took out a jar from the bedside table and put it in Cheng Qing's hand, "If you cooperate well, you won't be able to endure this." It's a crime, well, wipe it there yourself."

"Damn it, why should my brother cooperate with you and be suppressed by you..." Cheng Qing held the jar and cursed softly, "Hiss! Don't move, I'll wipe..."

Applying the cold ointment to the joints, Lang Jun stared at Cheng Qing and twitched carefully, until the frown gradually relaxed before he began to twitch violently: "Because I am your man."

"Get out... huh... I'm also a man."

"I've never thought of you as a woman..." Pulling out the whole root, and pushing it hard, Lang Jun let go of Cheng Qing's leg, held the high-spirited little bastard and rubbed it, "Girls don't have such a thing."

"That thing is for X-men."

"Well, when our little ledger is empty, if you have the ability, I will let you X"

With a strong waist on both legs, Cheng Qing pulled Lang Jun over and rode on Lang Jun, unhappily tearing the buttons of his shirt that were still buttoned together, and raised his buttocks while tremblingly threatening: "Old rascal , sooner or later you will be so devastated that you won’t be able to get out of bed.”

"Tough mouth." Grabbing the flexible waist, pressing down hard, pressing it to the end, Lang Jun moved his waist deeply and shallowly against the point that made Cheng Qing the most intolerable, "Just lie on the bed for the next two days, baby Son."

As the saying goes, a little farewell is better than a newlywed.

After the "newly married" two pieces of dry firewood parted, one can imagine how fierce the cloud and rain turned.

In the end, after turning over the clouds and raining, Cheng Qing was still wearing his big T-shirt, while Mr. Lang Jun just took off his shirt and his trousers rolled down to the crook of his legs.

Mr. Lang Jun did what he said, and sure enough, Cheng Qing lay on the bed, unwilling to move any more. The back opened and closed, and milky white liquid leaked out, like a silent invitation.

Kicking off his pants, Lang Jun turned over and folded on Cheng Qing's body, kissed the back of his neck lightly, raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Honey, are you still full?"

"Get out... um... I'll wipe..." Halfway through the rolling words, the back of the numbness was filled again, panting instead of low cursing, occasionally mixed with one or two muffled groans, Cheng Qing greeted him with both anguish and enjoyment. Here comes another hearty overtime game.

"What a fucking beast." Sensing that the thing left in his body was showing signs of recovery, Cheng Qing cursed weakly with a hoarse voice.

Smiling and pulling Cheng Qing into his arms, Lang Jun shamelessly joked: "Didn't the baby say that he wanted to eat mine?"

"Get out, brother wants to fuck you."

"You were talking about eating in the car..." Lang Jun moved his waist, "Besides, the food you eat is quite refreshing, it's really touching."

"You..." Cheng Qing struggled speechlessly, "Brother is really dying."

"Hmm." Lang Jun remained motionless while maintaining the connected posture.

"take it out."

"Huh?" Lang Jun finally moved, but turned inward.

"In a few days..." Cheng Qing rolled his eyes speechlessly, planning to use a few days as an excuse to wait for an opportunity to counter pressure.

"How many days?" Mr. Lang Jun moved a little more this time, retreated a little, and pushed forward hard.

"Hmm..." Cheng Qing couldn't help moaning, and compromised resignedly, "Tomorrow."

"Hey, remember to wear the uniform tomorrow." Mr. Lang Jun was satisfied and withdrew Xiao Lang, who was still full of energy, and replaced it with his fingers to stir it twice, then picked up Cheng Qing and walked to the bathroom, "Baby is really talented, not too swollen. "

"Go to hell!"

After cleaning up, he was wiped with oil and smeared with ointment to reduce swelling.

Cheng Qing was wrapped in the old rascal's large nightgown, lying on the old rascal's kingsize in a daze.

It's not that he doesn't want to do other things, it's that the voice on the phone is temporarily unsightly, and he can't sit still when playing games: "Old rascal!"

"Huh?" No one saw him, but Mr. Lang's voice came over.

"Damn it, even your bedroom has an intercom system?" Cheng Qing looked rather ugly.

"Well, Lang Ning is not in good health. When I moved in, my uncle installed this so that Lang Ning could call someone..." Lang Jun paused, suppressing a laugh to comfort him, "Don't worry, Lang Ning went to Dr. Chen's house. It's just the two of us at home this afternoon."

"..."

"Cheng Qing, I have to take care of Langning."

"Ah."

"I mean, there's a good chance Ronning has been living with us."

"Old rascal, you're really long-winded." After thinking for a while, Cheng Qing added, "Actually, Lang Ning is much cuter than you, sincerely."

"Oh! Thank you."

Thanks for what?

It was nothing more than thanking him for accepting that Ronning would live with them in the future.

If he was unwilling to bet on a basket of cucumbers, the old rascal would choose Ronning to abandon him [-]% of the time.

Lang Ning is family affection and responsibility, as for him... it is just so-called love.

Without Lao Shizi's resentment, he would make the same choice if he was in another position.

Turning over with a grin, and hitting his sore waist, Cheng Qing asked Lang Jun: "What's the matter with Lang Ning's body?"

"In his words, he competed with me for food in the womb and never competed with me, so he was born weak."

"Have you used Yan Ling?"

"Used No. 2, otherwise..."

Cheng Qing understood, otherwise it would be difficult for Lang Ning to survive until now. This is no longer a matter of weakness. You must know that Yanling No. 2 can moderately improve the function of the human body. I don't know...

"Don't frown." Cold fingertips rubbed between the eyebrows, interrupting Cheng Qing's train of thought. Cheng Qing held his knuckle-shaped fingers, rubbed them together, and smiled lazily, "Are you done?"

"Well, take you to dinner."

Congee and side dishes, milky steamed buns, fried vegetable mushrooms, salted bamboo prawns.

Mr. Lang Jun patiently fed Cheng Qing, and prepared warm boiled water for Cheng Qing, and then began to fill his stomach.

After resting for more than two hours and moistening his throat with warm water, Cheng Qing cleared his throat and finally dialed the number in dormitory 101 to ask about the graduation ceremony.

Regarding the unlucky bet at the beginning, when Xue Da Qinshou deliberately died and died again, all the four beasts in 101 got their wish-the three little beasts hoped that Xue Da Qinshou would move closer to Hei Wuchang, Xue Da Qinshou Qinshou won a chance to confess his love as he wished.

"I don't know what Xue Da Qinshou thinks, since he wants to lose, why bother to open that bet?" Cheng Qing sighed, "Brother made you such a nemesis."

"have opinions?"

"No..." There was no one, there was a basket, and Cheng Qing would not have said it unless he died, so he arched forward, pawing at the comfortable human-shaped pillow, "Sleep."

Cheng Qing was tired of staying at Lang Jun's house for three days, and almost two and a half days lying on the kingsize bed, and for the rest of the day, he forced himself to get up to have dinner with the beasts of 101.

In the early morning of the fourth day, under the fiery eyes of Mr. Lang Jun, Cheng Qing put on the uniform slowly, checked every detail, and confirmed that the shabby uniform that had been ravaged the day before yesterday had really recovered its proper dignity and satisfaction. Showing an elegant smile: "Mr. Lang, do you want me to take you to watch Xue Da Qinshou confess his love?"

The answer is self-evident, Mr. Lang Jun is also looking forward to the expression of his uncle with facial paralysis after being confessed.

On the rostrum, school leaders commended outstanding student cadres, and after teacher representatives and student representatives gave speeches one after another, graduates of each team took to the stage wearing bachelor uniforms to receive their bachelor's degrees.

Finally, it was the turn of the Department of Forensic Medicine. Cheng Qing squinted at the row of teachers in charge of conferring degrees, silently calculating their positions.

What the hell, Xue Da Qinshou really planned it long ago, and it happened that Hei Wuchang was responsible for granting him a bachelor's degree!

Standing on the rostrum, Cheng Qing focused on two things, keeping his eyes on the movements of Xue Da Qinshou and Hei Wuchang on his left from the corner of his eye.

At the moment when Professor Jun moved the tassel on Xue Daqin's academic hat from right to left with a paralyzed face, Xue Daqin stared at Professor Jun with a smile and said softly, "Mr. Jun, I like you."

Professor Jun gave a slight pause, and then calmly handed out the bachelor's degree certificate, his face was paralyzed, and he couldn't hear an "oh" without any emotion.

Cheng Qing stepped off the stage with twitching corners of his mouth, extremely depressed, until he slipped out of the police yard with Lang Jun freely under Professor Jun's favor, and when he was going to have lunch, he couldn't help complaining: "What the fuck, this It's the least passionate, least romantic, and most depressing confession I've ever seen, none of it."

"I didn't expect that even Xue Yu's confession could not cure uncle's facial paralysis." Lang Jun also echoed regretfully.

Cheng Qing took a look at Lang Jun: "Old rascal, please don't provoke brother, if you confess that you can cure the disease, even the doctor can have a long vacation."

"It would be great if forensic doctors could take a long vacation..." Lang Jun put his arms around Cheng Qing's shoulders, and pressed it to Cheng Qing's ear ambiguously, "Then I can watch you in uniform to my heart's content..."

"Fuck your sister, the guy who raises tadpoles in his brain circuit!" Cheng Qing cursed lowly and raised his foot to kick, but before his foot landed on Lang Jun's lap, he heard a very familiar and violent voice behind him calling him : "Cheng, Qing!"

The corners of Cheng Qing's mouth were stiff, and he turned around slowly. Seeing the furious "Black-faced Bao Gong", his heart was full of old blood, depressed.

What's the matter, last year, the bad luck monster offended the incomprehensible god by offending the god when he was rewarding the god during the Chinese New Year. What about this year?

This is the year of your life, Sao Nian.

So, you'd better accept your fate obediently, and lead Shuaishen Xiaopen to be close to each other!