Having sex with beautiful people will give Wang Jin a greater sense of pleasure, but his private life is not chaotic. He will always have a fixed and beautiful bed partner within a period of time, and he will not Hunting outside.
I have been with my last bed partner for more than three months, and we separated two weeks ago. The reason is that the other party met his true destiny. He sent blessings and sincerely hoped that the other party would live well.
When he brought Yanrong home, he really wanted to develop a stable relationship with this beautiful boy, as long as the boy himself did not object.
Although Yan Rong's reaction on the bed last night was a bit jerky, he was proactive and frank. Judging from Wang Jin's experience, a young man who has just been emotionally hurt will usually not refuse to enjoy a short-term, unrestricted relationship before he recovers. sexual relationship.
The premise of all these inferences is - an adult with full responsibility.
And Yan Rong was "just over six days" away from this limit.
Mixed-race children are better developed than ordinary Asians. If you don't look at Yan Rong's ID, no one will suspect that you are a college student. Moreover, Yan Rong took the initiative to throw himself into his arms last night. Wang Jin is not entirely responsible for this matter.
But Wang Jin is an old driver in his thirties, and the other party is a child, who was forced to open his buds by him, and cried like pears and rain, saying that no one was on his side after all.
Wang Jin sighed in front of the mirror, what a crime.
He came out of the bathroom, and the boy was squatting naked on the floor, picking up the crumpled T-shirt.
The two looked at each other, Yan Rong quickly lowered his head, and shrank his body in panic.
Wang Jin, who was treated like a beast, said awkwardly: "I'll help you find some clean clothes... why don't you take a shower first?"
Yan Rong crouched there without moving.
Wang Jin went out awkwardly, closed the door, and deliberately walked away with heavy footsteps.
Yan Rong raised his head and listened, then stood up slowly, and wanted to lock the door, but after thinking, this is someone else's house, and locking the door is just to guard against bad guys.
Would it be a good person to pull a stranger on the road and come back to do this kind of thing
Wang Jin called the hospital to ask for a half-day leave, and then went to the closet in his younger brother's room on the third floor to find clothes. He was 1.88 meters tall, and Yan Rong looked at most 1.75 meters tall. His clothes would definitely not work. His younger brother is 1.82 meters, so he can wear it in the future.
The villa he lives in now belongs to his father. The old man dislikes the air in Beijing, and took his mother back to his hometown in Northeast China a few years ago. He has an older brother and a younger brother, who used to live here. The elder brother got married and moved out, and the younger brother moved out because he thought it was too far away from the company after he got a job. He was the only one left to live in this three-story villa with an area of more than 1,000 square meters. , Even if you make a phone call in the living room downstairs, you can hear the echo.
Yan Rong in the room quickly took a shower, the sticky feeling on the skin finally improved a lot, but the discomfort inside the body couldn't be washed away, there was still a mild but real pain in the unspeakable place, the two parts of the chest A protrusion was congested and swollen and turned crimson, and even the genitals were a little sore.
He remembered trying to open his body to accommodate the shyness and embarrassment of the other party last night. How happy he was then, how embarrassing it is now.
Wang Jin took the clothes and came over. When he was about to reach the door of his room, he stepped harder, coughed twice on purpose, and then knocked on the door.
The door slowly opened, Yan Rong hid behind the door, only showing a beautiful face, with red eyes, and water dripping from her hair.
Wang Jin handed over the clothes and said, "It's new. The tag hasn't been removed yet, but it's a bit big. You can make do with it."
Yan Rong hesitated to accept it.
Wang Jin smiled at him, turned around and walked away.
The shirt was indeed a bit long, so Yan Rong tucked it into his jeans, rolled up the sleeves a few times, then put on his coat, and touched his pockets, only the credit card and student ID card, the coin purse and mobile phone were gone.
He didn't suspect that man. Looking at the furniture, bathroom and decoration in this house, the other party wouldn't take his tens of dollars and a half-year-old mobile phone. Most likely, he lost it accidentally after getting drunk yesterday.
The international school was on holiday for Christmas, but he didn't go home and lost his mobile phone.
He thought a little coldly, the family members would be anxious if they couldn't find him.
He came downstairs fully dressed, and the man sitting on the sofa in the living room put down his mobile phone and asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
The man's attitude is very gentle, completely different from his initial obscene appearance. This change of attitude happened after seeing his ID.
Yan Rong was actually a little awkward in his heart, he was still worried about sleeping with strangers, but he also didn't like being treated like a child.
So he tried his best to look like an adult who doesn't care about one-night stands, and said with a straight face: "I'm not hungry, I'm going home."
Naturally, Wang Jin could see it, and he didn't expose it. He said without changing his expression, "Where is home? I'll see you off."
Yan Rong refused: "No need, I will go back by myself."
Wang Jindao: "You don't have cash on you, and you don't have a mobile phone, how can you go back?"
Yan Rong said: "You don't need to worry about it."
He straightened his neck and walked outside.
Wang Jin saw those two thin legs trembling slightly, he might not even be able to get out of the gate of the community.
Just as Wang Jin thought, Yanrong walked less than a hundred meters after going out, and he couldn't walk at all. His back was hot and painful, his legs had no strength, and his back was so sore that he could hardly stand upright, so he had to bend down for support. Knees, dizzy and wishing to pass out immediately.
A red car slowly parked next to him, with the windows down, and Wang Jin in the driver's seat looked at him.
Yan Rong's face was pale, he looked at him panting, then lowered his head again.
Wang Jin didn't make a sound, just waited there.
Yan Rong felt that he was really in a mess. The ugly appearance between the beds, the ugly appearance of breaking down and crying, had all been seen by this person, and he didn't want to lose face in front of this person at all.
But he really couldn't move a step.
Half a minute later, he straightened up, opened the passenger door, and sat in.
Wang Jin actually wanted to laugh a little, but seeing his red eyes and about to cry, he could only bear it back and asked, "Where are you going?"
Yan Rong's voice was a little hoarse than before, and he said the name of a community, which was a high-end European-style community opened last year.
Wang Jin nodded and said, "I know where it is. I have a friend who also lives there. I went there when he first moved."
Yan Rong didn't make a sound, he only felt grief and indignation now.
After the car drove for a while, Wang Jin guessed that he had calmed down a bit, so he asked out of words: "Listen to your accent, how long have you been in China?"
Yan Rong lowered his head, but didn't ignore people anymore, and said: "Five months."
"That Chinese is not bad," Wang Jin pointed to the storage drawer in front of the co-pilot, "There are chocolates and juices in it, open it yourself."
Yan Rong said: "No."
Wang Jin stopped mentioning it and said, "You came with your parents? Which one of them is Chinese?"
After a while, Yan Rong said slowly: "My mother is Chinese."
Wang Jin noticed something.
Yan Rong continued: "They all died, the plane crashed."
Wang Jin was taken aback.
Yan Rong didn't want to be sympathized by him, so he pretended not to care and said: "I was adopted, my, my adoptive father, he treats me very well."
Wang Jin's palms were sweating while clutching the steering wheel. He was a Swedish citizen, adopted, and lived in the same community.
It can't be such a coincidence, can it
He looked at Yan Rong and asked, "Is Liang Xi your father?"
Yan Rong was also stunned, "You know him?"
More than just acquaintance
Liang Xi is Wang Jin's younger brother, two years younger than him. They played mud together when they were wearing open crotch pants. Even though they are busy with work after they grow up, and the communication is not as frequent as before, their relationship is still very good, and they will be fine if nothing happens. Contact often. Liang Xi is gay, and his partner is a film star. Not long after he recovered, both of them became Swedish citizens and got a marriage certificate.
This spring, Liang Xi went around showing off to her friends that she was going to adopt a baby soon, but in the summer, she told everyone in a dejected manner that the relevant departments in Sweden were too bullshit, and the application stated that she wanted to adopt a baby Tender and cute little baby, but the welfare agency gave them a half-teenage boy, and the fuck didn't give it back. The thing that was supposed to bring the child to everyone to watch has disappeared. According to other friends, Liang Xi directly threw the kid into the international school and left him to fend for himself.
That boy is Yan Rong
Yan Rong looked at Wang Jin in amazement, thought of several possibilities in his mind, and asked nervously, "You, who are you?"
Wang Jin looked straight ahead and said, "I am your uncle."