He Became The Aunt Of His Best Friend After Waking Up Chapter 4: Age Problems

Not giving Qing Bo the chance of speaking, s.h.i.+ Chen quickly pulled off his underwear, and then … dazed.

s.h.i.+t, was his such a big one?

Seeing that his bulging ball-like c.o.c.k slowly turning into a stiff one, Chen's forehead twitched slightly. Fortunately, he had made a wise choice. If he had really let that thing poke him, how could he be alive? He would definitely die again.

"How … Hmm!" Bo grunted for his manhood was suddenly held in Chen's mouth. He reached out to grab Chen's hair, trying to lift it up or press it down but finding them both improper. Finally, he gently pinched Chen's back neck and murmured, "Don't use your teeth."

Chen did the same as he said and kept sucking his stout hot d.i.c.k hard. In the meantime, Chen did not forget to caress the two meatb.a.l.l.s with his hands.

s.h.i.+ Chen, after all, had watched a lot of love action films, so his skills would not be bad if not great. What was more, the h.e.l.l had just been scared out of him, so he only wanted to use his mouth to make Qing Bo satisfied now. And only when Bo was satisfied would his own a.s.s be safe. The desire for survival had made Chen overcome his psychological barriers and regard that thing in his mouth his favorite food which he ate with relish.

"That's enough, little Ke."

Chen did not realize at first that Bo was calling him. He didn't look up until Bo called him again, but it was too late. The hot sticky s.e.m.e.n of Bo squirted mostly into Chen's mouth, with the rest onto his face. Caught unprepared, Chen swallowed a lot of it without intending to. He clutched his throat and kept coughing hard.

Qing Bo bent down and patted Chen on his back, waiting for him to feel better. Bo reached out his hand to pull a tissue and gently wiped the s.e.m.e.n off his face. "Sorry."

Chen blocked his hands, got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out and saw Bo already dressed and standing at the window while smoking. He had become that handsome monster in human form again.

Chen rolled his eyes, walked over and stood next to him, "Give me one."

Bo squinted at him, with a look which was unable to tell whether he was laughing or not. "Haven't I just given one to you? Still want more?"

"When did you give …" Chen realized what Bo meant in the middle of his words. His face soon flushed and he stamped in front of Bo, "Give me a cigarette!"

"It seems the temper has grown on you after a car accident."

Unable to resist the feeling that there seemed another meaning in his words, Chen became fully alert and stole a look at Qing Bo.

"Smoke less." Qing Bo put out his cigarette in an ashtray on the windowsill. Then he reached out to pinch Chen's face lightly, "It's not good for your health."

"Then why do you still smoke?" Chen did not buy his words.

"I'm strong in health."

Chen uttered a sound, "Ha!"

"Well, you don't believe it?" Bo suddenly hugged Chen tightly, "Then, shall we have a try?"

Chen hurriedly pulled away from him, took two steps back, and glared at him, "Rascal!"

Bo laughed and pinched Chen's face again. "Much cuter now."

"And then what?"

"And then he said I'm cute."

Chen sighed and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "What should I do? Your uncle said he had changed his mind and didn't want a divorce." As he spoke, Chen looked in the mirror left and right, and sighed, "Oh, my G.o.d, you say how can I look so beautiful? It's so perfect that I even don't look like a real person."

Yunsheng Liang was silent for a few seconds and said, "That's Ke Zhen's face."

"It's mine now, and it may be mine forever in the future."

Chen got up and took a few steps back, threw himself onto the bed and smiled at the ceiling, "But there's still something great to think about. It's mainly that I don't need to take the college entrance examination anymore. You still haven't finished your summer vacation's homework yet, ha …"

"Toot--"

Liang hung up the phone.

Chen threw away his phone, buried his face in the pillow and hammered the bed with roars of laughter.

He didn't even know that someone had come into the room.

Bo Qing stood quietly by the bed and waited until he had finished laughing before he said, "What has made you so happy?"

Chen sat up from the bed instantly, with his eyes wide open, "When did you come in?"

"Just now." Bo raised his eyebrow, "Why are you so nervous? Have you done something bad behind my back?"

"No, what bad thing can I do?" Chen sat back, looked down for his slippers and said casually, "Are you done with your work?"

"Yes."

Chen's phone suddenly rang at this time, and Chen twisted to pick up his phone, and quickly press the hang-up b.u.t.ton.

"Yunsheng?" Bo asked, "Why don't you answer it?"

"What could he call me for so late at night? He must have called the wrong number." Chen put the phone in his pocket and walk towards the bathroom. Scarcely had he taken two steps when the phone rang again. Chen reached out to take it but Bo acted faster. Bo pulled Chen's phone out of his bathrobe pocket, pressed the answer b.u.t.ton, set it on speakerphone, and then held Chen into his arms and covered his mouth with one hand.

Bo's actions were so quick that Chen simply had no time to resist.

"We haven't finished just now. You said my uncle didn't want to divorce. What about you? What do you think? Why aren't you talking? You promised me you'd leave him. Don't you lie to me."

Scared in a sweat, Chen dreaded that Liang would suddenly call out his name. Fortunately, Liang did not do that. Seeing there was no answer on the other end, Liang kept saying, "You must be divorced. Let's figure it out together. Anyway, I can't let you be my aunt. You just remember this. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Then Liang hung up.

"We must get divorced." Bo loosened Chen's mouth and pinched his chin instead, "Tell me, why?"

s.h.i.+t, how was he supposed to answer him?

"You don't know what to say? Ok, let me change a question. Which stage are you and Yunsheng?"

"Me and Liangzi?" Chen dazed for a moment and said bemusedly, "We, we are just …"

How did you describe this kind of stage of two people who had had no s.e.x together? Ah! That was it!

s.h.i.+ Chen, who had once scored 29 points in Chinese, patted his own head and said, "We love each other, but of course we haven't done anything we're not supposed to do!"

"Why are you taking off your clothes again?"

Qing Bo pulled open Chen's bathrobe, seized him by his neck and pressed him onto the bed, "Haven't done anything, huh?"

Chen tried to pull Bo's hands but failed, so he resorted to reason, "I've said there's nothing between us and why are you still angry? Are you middle-aged men all so mean?"

Bo slightly squinted his eyes, "Middle-aged men?"

Chen s.h.i.+ asked back, "You're 34 years old, aren't you?"

Bo released him, helped gather up his bathrobe, and went to the window to smoke. Chen sat up, have a touch around his own neck, then got out of bed, and walked next to Bo. Chen tilted his head and had a glance of Bo. Seeing his eyebrows slightly twisted and his face gloomy, Chen asked, "Still angry?"

Qing Bo ignored him.

"There's really nothing between me and Liangzi. You should believe me." Chen explained to him patiently. "Should there be anything, it will certainly be after we get divorced. I won't do anything like cheating in marriage. I'm not that kind of person."

Bo turned his head and looked at him, "Cheating in marriage?"

This man was really bad at getting the main point! Chen resisted the impulse to roll his eyes, "I'm just making an a.n.a.logy."

Bo took a puff of his cigarette, "Do you like young and energetic man?"

Well, his mind jumped too fast! Chen explained with a little reluctance, "Well, just, no one will not like young ones, right?"

"Hmm."

Well, what did he mean by this? After waiting for a while with Bo remaining silent, Chen presumed he had felt better, so he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes and asked, "Where do I sleep at night?"

"Here."

"Then what about you?"

"Here."

"No!"

"What?" Bo t.i.tled his head and looked at him coldly, "Not for a middle-aged man, but it's OK for a young and energetic man?"

Chen kept silent for a moment, feeling that he had almost caught the nub of why he got angry. "Don't get me wrong. I don't mean to dislike you because you're old." Seeing that Bo pinched the cigarette with his eyes down and his face wearing an expression hard to distinguish, Chen thought to himself that it would be hard to deceive him and it was probably better to tell him the truth. "Well, although you are old in age, but that of you is also very big. So … that made up for it. Not bad."

Qing Bo, "…"

"Really, yours is the biggest among the men I've ever seen." Chen looked sincere and envious, "It's great."

Bo took in a breath and raised his hand to press his forehead.

Chen was also a man. He naturally knew what men liked to hear. He was sure that Qing Bo had been well pleased. So, he walked nearer to him and said in a soft voice, "I really don't remember anything about the past. Don't you think it's too much for me to sleep with you in this situation? You have to give me some time, don't you?"

Without saying a word, Qing Bo turned his head and walked out of the bedroom.

Chen hurriedly ran over to lock the door. Patting his own chest, he then ran back to pick up his phone from the bed and call back to Yunsheng Liang.

"d.a.m.n it. He's almost gonna find it and know the truth just now."

"What's wrong?" Liang gasped at the other end of the phone.

Chen covered his mouth and lowered his voice, "Come on, are you masturbating?"

"What are you thinking of? I'm running!"

"Oh, running, haha. Liangzi, your voice is so s.e.xy when you gasp."

Liang hung up again.

Chen dialed over again, and said smilingly, "Don't be angry. It's just a joke."

"What the h.e.l.l is the matter?" Judging from the movements on the other end of the phone, Chen presumed Liang to be drinking the water.

"I just want to tell you that the present situation is special. Don't take the initiative to call me or send me messages hereafter. I'll call you if there's something."

"Is it that my uncle has found out something?"

Chen reached out to touch his temples subconsciously. "No, how clever I am. How could I be found out."

"Do you know how to write the word 'clever'?"

Now, Chen hung up on Liang this time.

A minute later, Liang sent a text message to Chen. It said, "I see. Sleep early. Have a good night."