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

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Han Changfeng silently hugged Mitchell tightly, but fortunately he had no extra plans.

After the conversation ended, Han Changfeng realized that he hadn't bought breakfast for everyone, but it was too late at this moment. Several people at work set off first, planning to deal with one on the way.

Han Changfeng carried Mitchell upstairs and opened an unused room. Fortunately, the Feng family was big enough that so many people could live there.

"You just asked me to promise them, but you don't want to do it with me?"

Mitchell, who was placed on the bed by Han Changfeng, did not let go of Han Changfeng's neck, but instead led him to fall backwards.

"Don't you know what's going on with your body?"

Han Changfeng lay on top of Mitchell, reached out and pinched his face. As soon as he said this, Mitchell shut his mouth honestly. Obviously he was not unclear.

"Take good care of your health first, we still have a long way to go."

Han Changfeng looked nose-to-nose, looking straight at Mitchell, telling him everything he was thinking.

Mitchell's heart felt slightly hot, and the last bit of sharpness completely dissipated, and even every strand of hair became limp.

"Okay...then kiss me."

Mitchell moved his face closer, without being suppressed by arrogance. The straightforward and bold character of Mitchell's blood was fully revealed, making Han Changfeng feel like a completely different person.

"Okay, kiss you, be good."

Han Changfeng kissed his bloodless lips, and inserted his big tongue into his mouth little by little. This was probably the gentlest kiss they had ever had.

"Brother, brother, I'm hungry."

The two of them were kissing deeply, and Han Changfeng's cock was slightly raised. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more ambiguous, a rapid knock on the door interrupted the two of them.

Looking at Mitchell's dark expression, Han Changfeng chuckled and sat up from him.

"Isn't it nice to be so busy?"

Mitchell's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly remembered the loneliness he felt when he was lying alone in bed...

"Forget it, we have to live together anyway."

Mitchell raised his head and pretended to be arrogant. Han Changfeng nodded in agreement, opened the door and let Feng Langxing in.

Feng Langxing threw himself on Han Changfeng, hugged him with his hands and feet, and looked at Mitchell with a look of embarrassment.

"Oh, what a pity, you can't touch it yet."

Faced with Feng Langxing's strange attitude, Mitchell just glanced at him.

"childish."

Feng Langxing didn't care, he felt that he had won this one, and he felt uncomfortable hanging around Han Changfeng's body.

Han Changfeng held his buttocks to prevent him from falling.

"Let's go, I'll cook some noodles for you, Mitchell, and I'll bring the food up later."

Mitchell nodded, looked at his back as he went out, and picked up his phone to deal with the trivial matters that the headquarters had not yet had time to deal with.