Yan Zhuo was drunk, and when he woke up, he was lying on the sofa in the bar, half of his pants were taken off, and they hung loosely on his knees. His hands are thin and white, perhaps there are light blue tendons on the back of his hands after working for a long time, he has been busy for a long time but has not seen any improvement, he thought that the young master probably couldn't do it, just moved his head over and carefully stuck out his tongue, trembling. Weiwei wanted to lick there, but was pushed away.
He glanced at Yan Zhuo, seeing the half-smile on his face, he felt a little panicked, not knowing what to do next. Yan Zhuo pushed against his back molars, and was not in a hurry to pull up his pants. Instead, he grabbed the man by the collar and leaned in front of him, leaning his head on his left hand that was propped on the armrest of the chair, and pinching him with his right hand. His chin swayed left and right, and he looked two or three years younger than him.
Rumors spread everywhere, saying that Yan Zhuo likes this kind of tender ones, and the old ones can't be chewed, so people post them up every now and then. There are many tricks, but after a long time, they will look bad. He had just returned to China yesterday, and today he came to the door, the news was quite well-informed, Yan Zhuo gave a low laugh, pressed his hand on the wall back, put on his pants, and a person came in after a while, it was the waiter from the bar, He seemed to be very familiar with this kind of scene, and skillfully led away the crying person.
Yan Zhuo was cleansed, but his head was still dizzy, so he picked up his coat and walked upstairs. When he entered the room, he realized that he hadn't even turned off the TV. He stuck his hands into his hair, and just got angry from that ignorant thing, and now he sprinkled it all on his own hair, he pulled a few hairs that he had rubbed into chicken coops, it was very embarrassing He pursed his lips vigorously, went into the bathroom to wash off the alcohol smell all over his body, walked out barefoot, brushed his hair carelessly with a dry towel, and stared at the TV one after another.
What was being broadcast was an awards dinner, the camera flickered, and Yan Zhuo suddenly caught sight of a familiar face. Shen Ji's shirt was buttoned up to the top button meticulously, the corners of his lips held a line that did not bend, he was handsome and straight, exuding an aura of abstinence all over his body. Yan Zhuo's gaze was fixed on Shen Ji's body, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment, but the camera moved in the blink of an eye, and stopped on a star who was currently popular.
Yan Zhuo waited for more than half an hour, and he didn't see the camera moving over until the dinner was over. He felt that he was boring, so he moved and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV. The TV screen changed, and the host of the show invited several guests to conduct interviews. The first one was the president of Chaoxi Entertainment, Shen Ji.
Yan Zhuo pursed his dry lips, Shen Ji's voice in the picture was unhurried, deep and sexy. Shen Ji doesn't talk much, every word is so indifferent that people can clearly understand the distance between you and him. Yan Zhuo suddenly felt that the balls of fire in his heart were scrambling to get out of every pore, igniting the body that had clearly just come out of the water.
He parted his legs, two white legs were exposed from the bathrobe, only a little cloth was left to cover the lower part of his abdomen, hidden under the white bathrobe, Yan Zhuo didn't care about his current posture, a pair of eyes Staring at Shen Ji on TV, wearing a suit and bow tie, he's so fucking serious and so fucking abstinent. Yan Zhuo put his right hand into the bathrobe, with the sound of water on his fingertips and the small gasps that leaked from time to time, there were only two words in Yan Zhuo's mind, Shen Ji.
His movements were getting faster and faster, but the TV interview had already come to an end. On the TV, there was a face that was unfamiliar to Yan Zhuo, with delicate features, fair complexion, the same gender, and younger than Shen Ji, but he was full of reason Shen Jier's hot blood ran straight to the bottom of his feet, he cursed in a low voice, and his movements became faster and faster, but his brother didn't even respond at all.
It's so fucking difficult to serve, Yan Zhuo muttered like this, but skillfully opened the screen saver and dialed the emergency contact number. After the phone rang twice, it reminded that the user is busy, please call later. Yan Zhuo bit his lower lip, he had already guessed that Shen Ji would hang up his phone, so he found a recording in his mobile phone and played it in a loop.
Shen Ji's deep and pleasant voice was close at hand, he put his legs up on the bench, his butt against the edge of the bed, the door underneath was wide open, and his underwear was thrown on the ground. Uneasy, he swiped the phone with the other hand and pressed on Shen Ji's WeChat chat page. He hesitated for a while on the video call, sliding his fingers over the sensitive perineum. It's so shameless. So he took a step back and pressed the button to speak.
Shen Ji's WeChat avatar is a blank piece of paper, Yan Zhuo can see the flowers from inside, he forced himself to breathe harder, Shen Ji could hear him, this realization made all the blood in his head rush to the bottom, He bit his lip, moaning into a continuous nasal sound.
"Hmm..." Yan Zhuo's toes curled up comfortably, and after enjoying the aftertaste for two seconds, he proudly said in a hoarse voice: "Shen Ji, if you don't answer my phone, I can do it."
After resolving the anger in his belly, Yan Zhuo had no dreams all night, and he was very comfortable lying on the bed with his limbs stretched out. After Yan Zhuo missed the bombing news on WeChat, the other party finally shifted his position and dialed a desperate call. Yan Zhuo didn't even lift his eyelids, reached out to fish the phone into the bed, picked up the phone, and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay, get out, it's early in the morning, hurry up."
Ning Yao sneered, and said: "Hasn't the King of Hades just urging you to die, I told you a long time ago, don't provoke Shen Ji, I will clean up the mess you poked."
Yan Zhuo could still laugh at first, but then his head started to work crazily, and he picked up all the things that were thrown out of the sky after sleeping. Shen Ji? ! He sat up abruptly, he had voiced Shen Ji last night.
Ning Yao was eloquent, Yan Zhuo patted his forehead, hung up Ning Yao's phone, and turned to WeChat. Click to open Shen Ji's dialog box. The 14s voice message he sent at 11:34 last night has been sent successfully. He swallowed his saliva and long-pressed the voice message in an attempt to withdraw it. After seeing the prompt message, Yan Zhuo threw his phone on the bed and covered himself Under the quilt, he really played off this time.
There is a line of small gray words immediately below the voice message.
Shen Ji turned on the friend verification, you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after the verification is passed.