Day 15 05:08
The press conference was coming to an end, and there were not many spectators who left the venue early. There were only twos and threes in the open-air parking lot. Taking advantage of this gap, He Zhiyuan leaned on the hood and made a "spot check call" to Song Ran.
The other party picked up quickly, but after connecting, he didn't say a word, not even a single hello.
This is very different from what He Zhiyuan expected.
He asked in surprise, "Song Ran, what's wrong?"
Song Ran remained silent, only a long, moist breath came from the receiver. He Zhiyuan called him several times, but he still didn't get a response. He felt uneasy in his heart, his smile disappeared, and his expression became solemn.
Is he being overly optimistic
He wanted to give Songran a surprise, so he deliberately concealed today's arrangement, but what if Songran didn't like too high-profile confessions, and didn't want to be "comed out" in public
Then he's in big trouble.
"Songran, about today's matter, I... I may be too self-assured."
He Zhiyuan was a little flustered, not knowing how to express it properly. The eloquent Mr. Elite stepped down, facing his little boyfriend, he was more nervous than facing 3,000 people: "I confess to you. If you feel unhappy, feel free to scold me. I am willing to accept all your emotions, but never mind. Don't be silent, okay?"
Just don't speak to the other side.
It took the two of them three minutes to do this, and He Zhiyuan's mood became heavier and heavier. He propped up the cold hood and watched the number of pedestrians in the parking lot increase from less to more. His chest felt a pain. He thought Song Ran would be excited, but when he picked up the phone, he poured out his love to him incoherently, who would have made a mistake. , ended up in the opposite direction.
Probably really screwed up this time.
At five o'clock in the morning, a faint ray of sunlight entered the living room, making the furniture in the dark show a hazy outline. With the laptop closed, Song Ran lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling without saying a word, as if to make a hole out of thin air.
He did not hang He Zhiyuan for no reason.
He was really angry.
After He Zhiyuan stepped down, Cheng Songran didn't listen much in the second half of the press conference. It took him a long time to withdraw from his excitement and began to think about some questions, including an important detail - whether Mr. He and the male god fit together at the press conference is purely coincidental or premeditated for a long time.
It took him ten seconds to find the correct answer - long premeditated, of course.
Evidence presented in court: Bubu.
Before he was kept in the dark by Boob, he didn't think about it at all, but now he went back and pulled the cocoon, and all of a sudden, he found that the child had leaked countless times - fortunately, the response was fast, and the leaks were repaired in time, or else they would have been worn out earlier.
As soon as she figured out the ins and outs, Song Ran was in a hurry, rushed into the bedroom and wanted to take the little liar out of the hot quilt - just thinking about it, she would still feel distressed. He couldn't be more angry, so he ran outside to find a pen, and childishly drew an angry emoji on Bobu's face, pretending to have vented his anger, and came out angrily.
Two swindlers, one big and one small, cooperated behind his back. The little liar was reluctant to beat him, so he had to beat the big liar.
So Mr. He was left hanging.
When the call time reached four minutes, He Zhiyuan finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and said solemnly, "Song Ran, speak up!"
The tone is seven-point strict.
Song Ran wasn't fooled by him, so he curved his lips and sneered: "Mr. He, I regret it. After reading your press conference, I decided to take back the previous sentence - I like your sentence more."
He Zhiyuan was anxious: "Song Ran, calm down, don't be impatient, we haven't reached that point. We can still talk about the press conference... "
"Don't talk, don't listen, don't calm down." Song Ran insisted on the principle of three nos, "I'm just making trouble without reason, what's up?"
He Zhiyuan put his hand on his forehead, holding back a bitter breath in his heart.
In the distance, the theater opened its doors, and the crowd filed out. Several reporters noticed him with sharp eyes and rushed over with long guns and short cannons, seemingly wanting to earn a private interview after the press conference. He waved his hand, indicating that it was inconvenient, and quickly opened the car door and sat in.
joke.
Made a big mistake and was busy coaxing his wife.
The reporters seemed reluctant to give up, wandering ten meters away, trying to hold on until he finished the call. He Zhiyuan was attacked by the enemy, he immediately put on his seat belt, started the car, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and drove a few blocks in an extremely cunning route.
As he was driving, he suddenly changed his face.
The sound insulation inside the car is excellent, there is almost no noise, and he can clearly hear the heavy breathing coming from the mobile phone - not the normal kind of breathing, it is too sticky, the tail sound is hooked, and there is a small trembling. , From time to time, a little ambiguous moan leaked out, and the erotic breath was so strong that it could not be hidden.
He Zhiyuan frowned and asked coldly, "Songran, what are you doing?!"
There he laughed and took a breath, and said intermittently, "I'm here, thinking of him... He's so good, stay in the painting, don't lie to me, how is it like you, you say you like me, but you hide it from me Gotta be like... um... like a fool..."
boom!
The sports car stabbed into the parking space diagonally, and with a sudden brake, the tire hit the concrete parking pier directly.
He Zhiyuan clenched the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, his pupils as black as ink.
"You like him, but not me?"
Song Ran chuckled: "Angry?"
He Zhiyuan: "I'm very angry."
"Then get angry, anyway, I only like him anyway, and when I do it, I only think about him, not you... ah!" He gasped in a low voice, as if he couldn't bear the intense pleasure, and it took a while for him to catch his breath. After a while, he said again, "You stand aside for me, listen carefully, listen to how much I like him, breathe for him, cry for him... just be jealous, liar... uh... scum, bastard !"
He Zhiyuan imagined the fragrant picture on the other end of the phone, and slammed the steering wheel hard, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out one by one.
His crotch was hard and fast, his erect cock was tugging against the fabric, roaring hungry in the jungle.
What can he do
Song Ran is masturbating while thinking of him almost in a provocative way, what can he do
"Liar, scum, bastard..." Song Ran recited these three words back and forth, breathing heavily, "You knew it tomorrow, but you didn't tell me, causing me to tangle to death alone... bad Bad? You said you were bad or not?"
"Bad, I'm so bad, it's all my fault." He Zhiyuan quickly smoothed his way and coaxed softly, "Baby, I apologize to you. Forgive me, okay?"
"not good."
Song Ran refused.
He was lying on the sofa, with his neck raised, his legs bent, his right knee resting on the back of the sofa, and his left knee lying flat, opening a very awkward angle. The panties have been taken off to the bottom of the legs, and they can only cover half of the buttocks, and the throbbing genitals are looming inside, showing a healthy and fresh pink.
His hands dipped into his panties, and the rhythm of masturbation was intense, the tip of the stem collided with the fabric, constantly pushing out of the bulge.
The pajamas had two buttons scattered, and an undulating line continued from the Adam's apple to the collarbone. With the action of swallowing, the line slid and undulated like water waves, and a layer of tiny sweat beads appeared on the fair skin.
He took a deep breath and said to He Zhiyuan, "You don't... have no idea how much I like him... The first time I saw him, when I saw him backing up, I thought, I'm done, it's done, I can't do it. Saved... I fell in without even knowing who he was... But, he's not mine! He's married, a father, and has a family, something I absolutely can't touch... Then, what should I do? I can't put it down, I can't touch it... I just thought, I'll take a sneak look at him, so that he won't find out... But his car, that Infiniti... are all broken cars, I've been looking for more than forty. God, I didn't even find a shadow!"
"… "
He Zhiyuan only felt suffocated in his chest, and his heart was aching vaguely—how could he have imagined that the one-sided relationship that forty days ago did not leave a trace of impressions would mess up Songran's life like this.
Song Ran shoved two more hands, and became even more angry: "Where's your car, has it been sold? Are you good at selling a car?"
He Zhiyuan was very embarrassed.
"I have three cars, two Germans, and one Japanese. Infiniti doesn't drive much, most of the time it's parked in the garage. The day you met me, the other two Germans were supposed to be sent for maintenance..."
"Why buy it if you don't drive it? Are steel plates and tires very valuable!"
Song Ran snapped back fiercely.
He was coming to an orgasm and his emotions were more sensitive than ever. The body is tense, and the whole person is like a pot of high-temperature hot oil, crackling and frying.
The tender glans was rubbed by the cloth, and he was very irritable. He simply raised his waist and ripped off a large section of his underwear. The genitals with a good shape and size popped out. The color was pink, and it looked very green. What a big scene, and it is very easy to get emotional. After only a few minutes of masturbation, the top is already soaked, and the prostatic fluid flows out of the small hole, which is sticky and thick.
Song Ran held himself tightly, his wrists swayed rapidly, and his breathing became more and more messy.
"You talk, talk..." His tone softened and he begged glutinously, "Let me hear your voice..."
He Zhiyuan asked, "What
Song Ran hummed with a heavy nasal voice: "Just say that... You like me, love me, pet me, etc... Let's be shameless, the more shameless the better... Hurry up, hurry up!"
He Zhiyuan smiled: "Okay."
This uncertain young man, who shoots at him for a while, and asks him for candy for a while, is really too likable.
He leaned back in his chair, held his phone, and said slowly, "Songran, I'm the liar, scum, and bastard who lives across the door from you. I'm sorry, but on the day we were supposed to meet, I I looked elsewhere, but couldn't see you, but fortunately you are not as stupid as me. Thank you for not giving up on me, for sticking with me to this day, and finding me, a lost blind man, and not letting me fall for the rest of my life Single. I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again, I'll keep looking at you, even if you're not looking at me…”
"Who wants... Who wants to listen to this! Those who love me, spoil me... sweethearts... those?"
Song Ran couldn't stand He Zhiyuan's serious confession, so he interrupted him quickly, biting his lip, a lust-soaked moan leaked from his nostrils, his hands moved faster and faster, his waist was slightly raised, his calf was shaking, obviously he was shooting quickly. .
He Zhiyuan obeyed his wishes and said in a low and sexy voice, "Baby, dear, I like you... I love you."
"what!"
Song Ran let out a panicked whimper, only to feel a strong electric current directly numb from the ear to the lower abdomen, the waist instinctively straightened up, the penis suddenly became extremely sore, and trembled uncontrollably, not even giving him a chance to endure it. Pu Pu shot out several strands, and a pool of salty milky-white turbid fluid spread on his belly, and even his pajamas were not spared.
During the ejaculation process, except for He Zhiyuan's "baby", his brain was blank.
terrible.
Better than any masturbation before.
After he finished his ejaculation, Song Ran slammed back on the sofa, breathing heavily, like a thirsty fish in the dry land and under the scorching sun.
Suddenly I wanted to cry.
He finally made a big unreasonable fight, worked hard, worked hard, caught Mr. He's trivial mistakes and made a fuss, forcing him to coax him, and the man on the other end of the phone was gentle and tolerant, not angry , did not blame him.
It's good that you don't have to be a good kid all the time.
Just make a fuss, make a fuss, show him exaggeratedly, it doesn't matter - he understands, he understands.
After about ten seconds, Song Ran slowed down.
The tide of lust ebbs, and reason, integrity and shame are like the beach under water, and the light of day will be seen again. The genitals hadn't completely softened yet, and they were being held in the palm of his hand with boiling heat. There was a viscous liquid flowing between his fingers, drop by drop on the lower abdomen, and there was a strong fishy smell in the air.
Song Ran blinked slowly, his expression as if he had lost his memory.
Who will tell him that when he called Mr. He just now, what did he... What did he do
Has his brain been struck by lightning? !