Tang Yan sighed, "Maybe, it's up to you. You can say whatever you like."
After he finished speaking, the food delivery person arrived.
After the food was put on the table, the visitor left.
Tang Yan nudged him with his foot and said, "Go and eat. After eating, let's get to work."
Fusang had been threatened countless times by Li Beicheng on the way here.
Probably the central idea is to treat Sheng Xixiu¡¯s wife who is a Japanese bastard.
Fuso was really hungry. When she saw all her favorite food on the coffee table, she was just like the jackal when he saw the little white rabbit. He didn¡¯t even take the chopsticks and just started tearing them apart.
The first thing he took was a pig's trotter, and his hands were covered with oil.
Tang Yan¡¯s face darkened, and he looked at him with disgust, but he said nothing.
He got up and went to his desk to get wet wipes, threw them in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "I don't want to see any oil stains on your hands or other places on your body after dinner. Otherwise, I have ways to bring you here, and I also have ways to torture yousuch as pulling out your nails."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked him strangely: "I remember that you used to be so clean that every pore of your sweat exuded an elegant fragrance. How did you end up looking so sloppy?"
Fusang was so irritated by him that she angrily punched his leg bone and cursed: "You fucking think the prison is your back garden, you can do whatever you want?"
He is really old. He is thinking, does he have a face that both men and women love?
When he was abroad, the gay men would become obsessed with him when they saw him, and the women would push him away when they saw him. Now in jail, he is harassed by letters from inmates almost every day. If he is not sloppy, he does not know what to give every day. How much trouble can you cause yourself?
God knows, the past few years he spent in prison were a lot of hell on earth.
Bathing is done secretly, never in a group.
He remembered that once, a murderer with a background of special forces wanted to explode his anus. In order to defend his anus to the death, he was almost beaten to death. He had to lie in bed for a full month before he recovered. Come.
Special code!
Tang Yan, of course, didn¡¯t know what kind of life he spent in prison. It wasn¡¯t that he didn¡¯t want to investigate, it was because Fusang was imprisoned in the Shengbao Camp, and he had no chance to find out.
He lowered his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds. His handsome face was not pretty. He stayed quiet for a while and said, "After dinner, go inside and wash up, change your clothes and come out again."
Fusang tore the meat in his mouth and said vaguely, "Thanks!"
This is strange, hearing these two words from his mouth.
There were slight traces of melting ice and snow on Tang Yan's face, and he said lightly: "I like the real thing."
After Fusang finished chewing the pig's trotters, she took out a wet wipe and wiped her mouth. She glanced at him with rippling eyes, "Tang Yan, do you really want to be good with me?"
Tang Yan nodded without feeling any shame, "Isn't it obvious enough?"
Fusang raised his eyebrows, "Have you never touched a woman?"
Tang Yan asked with a look of disgust: "What's good about women? They're not only dirty but also annoying!"
Fusang grinned so widely that he almost lost his breath, "Yeah, okay. I know, I'll wait for you to repay you!"
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and devoured it again.
Tang Yan still looked at him quietly and said nothing. He probably thought he might be thirsty, so he took some water and put it in his hand.
Fusang glanced at him at this time, twitched the corner of his mouth, and without being polite to him, he picked it up and drank it in one go. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com