Sun Yan probably smiled: "Otherwise? Don't spoil my wine this time, huh?"
Yan Haian opened his mouth and asked back: "Who ruined it?"
After getting in touch, the two of them discovered that they had a lot in common with each other. For example, they both liked wine tasting. Sun Yan grew up drinking good wine, while Yan Haian trained himself for a period of time. I have worked in a bar, and I can still talk about drinking.
The conversation got lively before the fire that day, and Sun Yan brought out a few bottles of wine from his family's collection, and the two of them played by themselves, preparing to turn theory into experience.
It's a pity that they are masters who can only drink but can't touch. Naturally, the blended things are not tasty at all. The tastes are mixed together, and there is no level at all. Don't be foolish either.
As soon as Yan Hai'an arrived at Sun's house, Sun Yan asked according to the procedure: "Have you eaten yet?"
Yan Hai'an rolled his eyes and said, "Eat."
Sun Yan flicked his head skillfully, signaling to go.
Xu Hong took the other babysitter back to the nanny's room very winkingly, creating the illusion that there were only the two of them in the whole villa. Since Yan Hai'an came here, he planned to do it, but when he fell on the bed with Sun Yan, his headache became more and more severe, his limbs were sore and weak, and his cold seemed to be getting worse. He really didn't have any sexual interest in making love.
Sun Yan kissed him and touched him passionately, but it was useless. Yan Hai'an felt like a salted fish and didn't respond at all.
Sun Yan has been through the battlefield for a long time, how can he not feel the emotion of the people under him? The kiss stopped, and sat up with half-closed eyes: "What's the matter?"
Yan Hai'an was lying in a resting position, staring at the ceiling calmly. Hearing the man's tone, he became more and more eccentric: "Who are you thinking of? Could it be that Mo Yisheng got angry and went to me to vent?"
Mo Yisheng's name successfully touched Yan Hai'an's nerves, and he rolled his eyes to stare at Sun Yan.
He could feel that Sun Yan should be a little angry.
He had to sit up and sighed: "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today, I'm a little out of shape."
Yan Hai'an originally wanted to follow Sun Yan, if he couldn't use his strength, he wouldn't be able to use his strength. Anyway, he wasn't the one who moved, but his thoughts belonged to his thoughts, and his body had an opinion. Want to have sex in bed even when you are sick? That's how the little yellow book is written.
"You can fucking get along with Mo Yisheng every day," Sun Yan didn't know that his discomfort was really physical, and only thought that this person was in a bad mood for being with him. He suddenly raised his voice, as if his long-standing anger was finally ignited by a spark: "I'm just not in the mood here?!"
At first glance, Sun Yan liked Mo Yisheng very much. In the most straightforward expression of a man, he wanted to sleep with him. Everyone wants to touch something beautiful and pure, and it's better to touch it to feel good, especially for a person like him who let himself go.
But now, every time Yan Haian looks for Yan Haian, Yan Haian is always around Mo Yisheng; every time he chats with Yan Haian, he can hear Mo Yisheng's name; Yi Sheng, after serving him hard and telling himself that he was out of shape.
Sun Yan really wanted to find someone to kill Mo Yisheng.
Sun Yanhuo has never been so aggrieved by this kind of thing at such a young age. He is like a dog in heat who always wants to hug and rub Yan Haian, but Yan Haian always does! always! A look of disgust that has dealt with it.
What an insult to self-esteem, is it possible that I am so poor
The young masters of the Sun family are always praised by others, Sun Yan said embarrassingly: "You like Mo Yisheng so much, why did you come to my bed?! How many times have you done it with me and you are still pretending to be innocent? "
Yan Haian's pupils shrank, and his heart accelerated uncontrollably. He felt chest tightness, dizziness and pain, and for a moment he couldn't tell what was more uncomfortable.
The physical discomfort exacerbated the emotional loss. He couldn't control his mood and fell to the bottom like a roller coaster. At that moment, he even felt that he was really cheap.
If it's really sex, why bother to come to other people's house again and again, you should just make an appointment at a hotel, and the room fee will be AA with the condom. After sleeping, go your own way, don't have so many text messages, don't quietly go to other people's Moments with only three messages, and don't come as soon as someone calls.
It's still the same, he has been so ridiculous from the beginning, isn't it hypocritical to say that he persisted
After all, he was too lonely. With a distinctive aptitude, she is sensitive and proud, neither willing to compromise nor confused. I don't have any friends, my family doesn't understand him, even Mo Yisheng, who has been with me the longest, can't understand him. He can arrange his work and life in an orderly manner, and can deal with other people smoothly, but he is like a complete outsider, and even his loneliness is hypocritical So out of place.
So even if he doesn't want to admit it, he still has too many expectations for this relationship, and he refuses to admit that he is looking forward to what he can get from this relationship.
But it's all a hormonal fascination.
Yan Haian sat up with a splitting headache, calmly found his clothes and put them on, and said to Sun Yan, "Then I'll go first."
His unspoken intentions are so obvious that it doesn't take much to understand that this is the message of the end.
Yan Hai'an walked out of the room and closed the door gently. Even at this time, he still had to maintain his posture, and he refused to be inferior in the last round.
Sun Yan was still wearing his trousers, sitting on the bed, took a few breaths, hit the bed with his fist, and hurriedly chased him out.
Yan Hai'an was going downstairs when an object suddenly hit him at his feet, and the sound of the wooden frame shattering could be heard with a split.
The famous paintings worth more than 20 million yuan were taken off the wall by Sun Yan and smashed. They bounced on the ground several times and rolled to the bottom of the building.
Yan Haian glanced down at the wreckage, then raised his head to look at Sun Yan.
With his upper body bare, Sun Yan looked down at him from above: "Who are you showing this to? Do you think I can't find someone else to sleep with?"
Uncle Sun, your lines are so mentally handicapped that I am too embarrassed to listen to them.
Yan Hai'an clearly laughed at Sun Yan's naivety in his heart. If he wanted to maintain his demeanor, he must not be able to understand, he must be unreasonable, he must be unreasonable...
Yan Haian put his hand on the armrest: "Mr. Sun, I never doubted this, but I just think that since we are not satisfied with each other, we should find someone else. If you can find someone, don't I have a choice?"
"You still want to find someone else?!" Like an angry lion, Sun Yan rushed in front of him in two steps, grabbed his wrist with such force that his knuckles turned white.
There was no expression on Sun Yan's face at this time, only a pair of eyes were as black as ink, calm as if all the storms were dormant in one place in an instant, and like the estimation of a predator before the culling, it made the hairs fall down. vertical.
He said word by word: "Yan Hai'an, you can give it a try, I'll fucking chop whoever you let touch you."
Yan Haian's wrist was in pain as if it was about to break, but he didn't show it at all. But Sun Yan was pulling so tightly, as if what was pulling was not his wrist, but his heart. Layers of steel and iron bones were about to be pulled out of a crack, Yan Haian asked flatly: "What do you want?"
This question was like a whip, and Sun Yan let go of his hand, but he quickly pulled it back, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, he gritted his teeth, and did not speak.
No matter how strong the momentum is, it can't stop the silence.
Yan Hai'an put another layer of steel on his heart: "Mr. Sun, I really have to leave."
"That's right, your Plato is still waiting for you at home." Sun Yan changed his expression and said softly, "Every time you feel comfortable being fucked here with me, you can go back and face your cinnabar mole with peace of mind."
Yan Hai'an also smiled: "I didn't expect that Mr. Sun also knew about Plato and cinnabar moles."
The two stood very close, as if they were about to fight, or kiss each other the next moment.
"Why is my painting here?" Sun Ling's voice rang out, "Sun Yan, you prodigal son, do you know how much the painting is worth now?"
He smiled and asked, "Yo, what's the matter with you two?"
Sun Yan let go of his hand and turned his head to look aside. Yan Hai'an escaped smoothly and went downstairs: "I'm sorry to bother you."
Sun Ling is still dragging the luggage with one hand and hanging the coat with the other. The elegant elite look: "Don't bother me, I don't have many guests at home, so it's very deserted."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Sun Yan's fleeing back, and smiled at Yan Hai'an: "Sun Yan is such a young man, his hands are okay?"
Yan Hai'an said politely: "Dr. Sun was joking, how could something happen."
"Aunt Xu." Sun Ling said to Xu Hong who didn't know whether he was hiding somewhere to watch or just came out of the room, "Get some medicine for Mr. Yan."
Yan Hai'an immediately said: "No need."
Sun Ling smiled, but he didn't waver, nor did he intend to continue being polite, so he just looked at Yan Hai'an.
When Xu Hong came over with the medicine, he handed it to Yan Hai'an: "My brother is a jerk sometimes. He's just a boy who hasn't grown up yet, and he likes to play with his temper like a child. I'll scold you for you first, and wait for him to pass by." I apologize to you, and it is up to you to beat and scold me."
Sun Yan, who is pretending to be aggressive, can be angry at will, but it is difficult to say anything to the friendly Sun Ling Yan Haian, accepting his kindness, and forced a smile: "Mr. Sun really knows how to joke, then I will leave first."
"Go slowly, my driver should not have gone far, do I need to give you a ride?" Sun Ling was very sure, this time he did not force Yan Haian to accept it, but was rejected after asking in a negotiating tone, and said, " Then be careful on the road."
After sending Yan Haian away, Sun Ling couldn't hold on any longer, and threw his suit on the ground: "This two hundred and five is going to turn the world upside down, right! What's going on?"
Xu Hong said worriedly: "I don't know either. Originally, the two entered the room well, but they started arguing after a while. Mr. Yan rushed out, and the second young master chased him out."
After handing the luggage to Xu Hong, Sun Ling stepped upstairs and pulled the doorknob. It's fine, it's locked, it doesn't matter, he has the key.
After unlocking the lock, Sun Ling pushed the door open only a crack, and the inside was fastened with a chain.
"Sun Yan, are you a man?" Sun Ling said through the gap, "Don't tell me whether you like bringing people home every day. Tell me about your other people under the bed. Is there anyone I have met? You touch your conscience and say!"
There was no answer from inside.
Sun Ling could just imagine that coward squatting in the corner with his head in his arms, and thought that he was a miserable big brother. If someone wants his younger brother to be gay, he might have to coerce him to get him into the right path and pay him cash to persuade him to quit. Qing'er, put him here, let alone a man, even if he is a dog, as long as he can cure his brother's heart disease, he has nothing to say.
Although he was sad when his parents passed away, he had nothing to regret. However, Sun Yan was different. At that time, he was in the rebellious period of the second year of middle school. He quarreled with his brother who "excluded him" and his parents who were "partial". Go to a foreign country and refuse to come back during the Chinese New Year. If it weren't for this, their parents wouldn't have made a special trip to comfort their young son by plane at the age of 30.
Sun Ling corrected his tone: "Sun Yan, I'll just say a word, do you want to regret it again?"
The author has something to say:
Sun Ling: Raising a younger brother is like raising a son, it's tiring.
Famous painting: Oh! It hurts so much, I just want to quietly hang on the wall to pretend for you.