A Straight Guy's Transmigration Journeys

He lowered his head, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, rubbed the child's cheek, "there is meat."

"Really?" The child's dirty face also showed a smile.

It's the first time that Fu Yan has seen a man's smile in this world. It's just a little bit, but it's provocative enough.

"Ah, you child, let your uncle go to tidy up first, and you're still pestering me here." An old lady came over and directly grabbed the child's ear, which caused laughter around her.

All this makes Fu Yan unbelievable. Just like the life before the end of the day, there is no fear of being dominated by zombies.

Ye Shaojing handed the backpack with meat to a strong guy and walked to the corner here.

And Liu yuanyan doesn't care about finishing, she only cares about the meat. After all, it's not easy.

Fu Yan alone, covered with blood, stayed in the same place and accepted the examination of the eyes of the aunts. Unable to bear it, Fu Yan simply followed the direction of Ye shaojinggang.

There are many strange buildings here, which should be made to prevent zombies and some unclean things, so that Fu Yan lost his way in it.

"Are you new here?" Suddenly a hoarse appeared behind Fu Yan, and the man touched him intentionally or unintentionally.

Fu Yan shivered all over and immediately backed back and turned around. It's rare to see middle-aged people here.

The man in front of him was short and ordinary. He touched his chin and looked at Fu Yan. His straight eyes made him uncomfortable.

"Yes." Fu Yan nodded and asked, "who are you?"

"I'm the leader here. When you come to my site, I should be able to have a look at it?" Middle aged people laugh.

There was always a kind of evil in the smile. Fu Yan felt strange and scared, so he had to nod his head, "that's a lot of care."

"I think you need a bath." After looking at Fu Yan, the middle-aged man came to a conclusion.

Fu Yan nodded, "I feel the same way."

For now, he really wants to take a bath. It's bloody. How can you hook up with a man. He thinks that he has enough.

After washing and fragrant, he can be more confident and talk to the man. Otherwise, Fu Yan always felt that he and the man who was clean and tidy even in the group of stinking zombies were people of two worlds.

However, water should be very luxurious here. Fu Yan thought and asked: "can you give me some water, I think I can wipe it."

"Yes, there's plenty of water. Come with me." The middle-aged man waved his hand.

Fu Yan looks happy. There are so many good people in the world. Fu Yan felt sorry for the idea that he just thought this man was not good-looking.

The middle-aged man took Fu Yan to turn left and right and went to a door. After opening it, he looked at Fu Yan with a smile.

He touched his nose and said, "go in. There's bath water and those old ladies' soap in it."

"Thank you..." Fu Yan walked into the room and saw a small bathroom.

The middle-aged people at the door are smiling more and more. It seems that the people ye Shaojing brought back are not very smart. I don't know if he can satisfy himself.

After Fu Yan opened the water, he directly pulled his clothes and threw them on the ground. To his body, the foot also stepped on his clothes off. Take a bath and wash clothes. Ha ha, he's a genius.

"Do you need clean clothes..." With the middle-aged man's hoarse voice, the bathroom door was pushed open.

When Wang Li came in, he didn't see the scene he was looking forward to. However, the current scene also stabbed his eyes.

When the door opened, Fu Yan only put on his ragged shirt and didn't take his trousers. At present, he is still bent.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming in like this, he immediately picked up his trousers to block himself. "I'll wear nothing if it's wet

"The smell of blood can't be cleaned. Besides, it's easy to get sick in wet clothes. There's no medicine for you."

Wang Li said, slowly approaching Fu Yan. The young man's long washed white legs showed that he was full of Qi and blood.

Why will there be a feeling of being forced into prostitution. Fu Yan stepped back and shook his head: "I'd better leave. My clothes are very good."

"What's the matter? Take it off and let uncle dress you clean." Wang Li said.

This special intention is not obvious. Fu Yan is not a teenager. Straight out a kick to middle-aged people.

What do you think? The middle-aged people have good skills. They hold Fu Yan's feet, caress his face, and smell it.

"It's a young body. The feet are so fragrant."

This is more disgusting than zombie cannibalism. Fu Yan resisted the feeling of vomiting, pulled out his feet and punched Wang Li.

Wang Li but a backhand grasp, Fu Yanhuan in his arms. He grabbed Fu Yan's waist hard.Fu Yan is angry. It's a shame!

Grabbing Wang Li's clothes, Fu Yan tried his best to lift him from behind to the front. The next second, Fu Yan punched him in the stomach.

However, Wang Li caught his fist. On the contrary, it was Wang Li who gave Fu Yan practical support. Fu Yan couldn't help bending down in pain, coughing and bleeding.

"I don't know what to do?" Wang Li hissed, rushed over and pressed Fu Yan to the ground, pulling the only cloth he had now, ready to force him on.

At this time, the door suddenly knocked.

The meat is in front of us. How can we not eat it. Wang Li didn't want to listen to the knock. Continue to pull Fu Yan's clothes.

Although Fu Yan pulled his clothes hard, the button still couldn't stand the pull of two people. Fu Yan gradually became a little wretch wearing only underpants.

The door gradually knocked quickly, accompanied by the children's excited voice, "Uncle Wang, the meat is delicious, come out quickly!"

What a bad thing these kids are! Fu Yan spat at Wang's ears.

In the confusion, Fu Yan vaguely saw the middle-aged man patting his face and said fiercely: "wait for my uncle to come back here."

The door opened and then closed.

Fu Yanwei raised his head and then dropped it completely.

Wang Li just walked a short way and saw ye Shaojing coming out of his house. He smiles as usual: "Lao Ye has brought back a lot of good goods this time."

Ye Shaojing coldly raised his eyes, looked at him, then moved his eyes, his eyes seemed to be wrapped with ice of minus centigrade.

No matter what he does, he is so good-looking. Wang Li rubbed the child's head, and his smile gradually wanton.

When Wang Li passed by Ye Shaojing, there was a faint smell of blood.

Ye Shaojing's eyes sank slightly: Wang Li didn't go out today.