General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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Feng Yi's red lips were moist, and he nodded lightly under Han Changfeng's gaze. Han Changfeng smiled sullenly, lowered his head and kissed her again. He became more and more open in front of her.

"Let's eat first."

Han Changfeng spoke warmly, pulled Feng Yi to sit on the sofa not far away, and opened all the lunch boxes.

The lunch box has a good thermal insulation effect. Han Changfeng brought it all the way, and the food is still steaming.

"Is Uncle Feng very busy today?"

Feng Yi shook his head and took small bites of the food Han Changfeng gave him.

"I originally had an appointment with Mr. Meng of Yuexing Entertainment, but he canceled it at the last minute. There is nothing else to do tonight."

Han Changfeng paused and suddenly remembered what he heard when he first entered the door. It couldn't be because of himself.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yi looked at Han Changfeng in confusion. Han Changfeng shook his head and continued to eat without changing his expression. Feng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and took Han Changfeng's unusualness into consideration.

After eating, Feng Yi returned to his work station and finished the work on hand. Han Changfeng sat aside and looked at Feng Yi's profile quietly.

Serious men have a different kind of charm. At his age, Feng Yi has a more mature temperament than Feng Langxing and the others, which makes people yearn for him.

"Are you bored? It's almost over. Chang Feng can play with his phone first."

Feng Yi raised his head and smiled at Han Changfeng. Han Changfeng responded and still stared at Feng Yi. Feng Yi let him look at him, and the increasingly obvious blush on his cheeks revealed his discomfort.

Seeing that the movements of Feng Yi's hands were getting slower and slower, Han Changfeng stepped forward impatiently, hugged his slim waist from behind, and put his head on Feng Yi's shoulder.

"Changfeng..."

Feng Yi put his hand on the big hand on his waist and murmured Han Changfeng's name. Their breathing gradually became thicker, knowing full well what would happen.

"Uncle Feng looks so good in a suit."

Han Changfeng didn't say anything. Feng Yi was wearing a slim-fitting suit that made his waist slimmer and slimmer. With the gold-rimmed eyes on his face, Feng Yi was thrust into his face.

"Uh-huh... don't pinch..."

Feng Yi arched his body, and the soreness and numbness from his nipples directly made his cock stand up.

Han Changfeng walked up to Feng Yi, raised one leg and placed it between Feng Yi's legs. His knee squeezed Feng Yi's sac through his pants, making Feng Yi's eyes redder.

Han Changfeng rolled his tongue, put Feng Yi's red lips in his mouth and sucked it, and quickly opened his tie and buttons, revealing his beautiful figure in front of his eyes.

"It's so beautiful. Uncle Feng, please help me take out my cock."

"Uh-huh... Haa-ah... don't suck your neck, people have discovered it..."

Feng Yi reached out and took out Han Changfeng's big cock. He felt the sucking from his neck and quickly spoke. He had been teased a lot these past two days. They all said that there was a little wild cat in the house who swore sovereignty on him.