At 2:30 in the morning, in a high-rise room of the Bourdain Hotel, a handsome young man was sitting on the bay window, leisurely watching the night scene.
The tall and thin body was casually draped in a bathrobe, the neckline was open, and the white skin was stained with mottled red marks, as if to indicate that this room had just experienced an exciting exercise.
The young man lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and dissipated in the huge room, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.
He entered sage time and began to think about three questions—
who I am
where am i
Who is this silly man lying on the bed
The first question is well answered.
Ying Tongchen, male, 27 years old, divorced parents. Currently working in a private aristocratic international school, he is an ordinary high school English teacher.
Before tonight, still a virgin. Male.
He is now in a five-star hotel in the city center.
If it weren't for the special situation tonight, he would never have come to such an expensive hotel to throw money at such an expensive hotel when the school was about to start.
The third question is more profound.
On a two-meter bed, a strange man was sleeping soundly, and the scratches on his back were his masterpiece.
The man was lying on his side, revealing a profile face, with facial features like engraved jade, every step was just the right magic, and finally presented a perfect work.
To be honest, if it wasn't for this person's face just right on his idea, he wouldn't have made a mistake and made a wrong appointment, and he wouldn't be sitting here doubting his life right now.
Thinking of this, he felt that something started to hurt again, and he was so angry that he walked to the bed and kicked the man. Who knew that the man turned out to be the reincarnation of a dead pig. He didn't wake him up at all, but turned over and slept more soundly.
He kicked two more feet before lying down. After all, it was a night of a thousand dollars, and it had to be worth the money back.
To talk about tonight, he really can't blame anyone.
Yesterday was his birthday. He went home, ate the cake prepared by the old man, and then rushed back to the school for a meeting. When the meeting was over, the director brought out a cake. In the evening, his good friend invited him to dinner, and out of nowhere made a small cake...
"..."
After that, his good friend Meng Gong took him to a gay bar he knew well. The two sat in the center and looked good, but no one came to talk to them.
Until he went to the toilet and separated from Meng Gong, someone immediately came to hook up.
"Is it your boyfriend who was with you just now?" a stubborn man asked as he walked up to him, unzipping the zipper.
He didn't want to chat at this time. In fact, he was still thinking about the content of today's meeting. After graduation, a group of monkey cubs graduated this year, and the director assigned him a high school class.
"If you don't tell me, I'll take it as you deny it." The macho man shivered, gave him a smug look, and motioned him to look down, "How do you see me?"
"Not much." He looked up at the sky and sighed, "It's too small, alas."
Although he is cute at a young age, he has to straighten all the seedlings of the motherland, and the pressure of responsibility is great.
"What do you mean!" The macho man got angry and snorted after pulling the zipper. "I don't know what's wrong, I don't believe you can find someone bigger than me."
After the macho left angrily, Ying Tongchen finally came to his senses. Did he just miss another marriage
When he returned to the bar, he saw another marriage beside Meng Gong.
Meng Gong is a real muscular man, and his whole body is full of tendons and flesh enough to make the blood of those little zeros floating all over the place.
He didn't intend to disturb the good things, but the marriage mentioned him inexplicably: "Is it your boyfriend who was sitting opposite you just now? In this kind of place, you are dressed so seriously and have a good plan, so I won't pretend to be so coercive."
Ying Tongchen: "..."
The next moment, the man saw the scheming man he mentioned walking towards him, an inexplicable pressure hit him, and he couldn't help holding his breath.
Ying Tongchen was only one step away from him, narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled his tie impatiently, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a line: "scheming?"
The man didn't see his appearance carefully before, but now he was stunned.
Ying Tongchen lifted his eyelids lazily, his gold-rimmed glasses concealed his expression, and the corners of his mouth evoked a subtle arc, giving him the appearance of a gentle scum.
As a people's teacher, Ying Tongchen habitually wanted to criticize his ripped pants and tattoos. As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the man blushing.
Very good, just like the girls in their class, if they make a mistake and know they blush and feel ashamed, it means there is salvation.
"I can ask you out..." The man smiled shyly, and was interrupted by Meng Gong halfway through his words.
"You're finally back." Meng Gongru was granted amnesty, wiped the sweat on his forehead, turned his head and said to the man, "I'm sorry, I'm also a zero."
The man immediately looked at him with a neurotic expression, and then looked at Ying Tongchen with expectant eyes.
Meng Gong has long been used to such eyes, and explained: "Well, he is also zero."
"What the hell, you guys are actually playing 00 love." The man was heartbroken as a young boy, stomped his feet, and left with his hips on his shoulders.
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Meng Gong: "Haha, how many times have we been misunderstood."
Ying Tongchen was also helpless.
Meng Gong wept: "Poor Lao Tzu, a strong man, who is still a virgin. I won't leave a little daisy for my funeral until I die."
"Who isn't." He raised his glass, "Come on, this year's birthday wish is that we can both get off the list."
"It feels so difficult." Meng Gong didn't give up hope at all. He couldn't find a marriage in a place where all the members were gay, and the probability of leaving them elsewhere was even lower.
"Then let's take a shot and break it first." Ying Tongchen teased.
"I feel this is relatively simple." Meng Gong smiled and glanced at his serious dress.
A neat shirt and trousers, the button of the shirt up to the neckline is neat, and the trousers have no folds. The facial features are exquisite, the eyes are long and narrow, the pupils are deep, and with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, there is a bit of abstinence in the serious dress.
Wherever he goes, he is an eye-catching person, but this also hinders his peach blossom road. Most of the people who came together were Xiao Ling, who was deceived by his appearance and aura, and had no future of sexual happiness.
Meng Gong sighed: "Tell me about you, the iron-clad wardrobe, the flowing shirts, how many flowery clothes can you have?"
"Poor." Ying Tongchen blocked him back with a word.
The two were chatting when they suddenly heard a sob. Looking over at the same time, I saw a handsome and well-dressed man at the next table, wiping his tears with his head down.
"Isn't it? Didn't I just say that he was poor? Poke his pain point?" Ying Tongchen couldn't believe it.
"It's so miserable." Meng Gong agreed.
Hearing their conversation, the man shook his head, raised his head and said, "None of your business."
Ying Tongchen took out two pieces of paper and handed them over: "Zhu Zha, the mascara is spent."
"Thank you." The man lowered his head and wiped it for a while, and the more he wiped, the more angry he threw away the tissue.
Meng Gong is a warm-hearted person. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what happened?"
The man pursed his lips and didn't know where to start. In the end, he just picked the simplest question: "Do you know me? I'm in the entertainment industry."
Meng Gong took a closer look: "I don't know, I'm in the circle of rich women." He is a senior personal trainer in a private fitness club.
Ying Tongchen made things worse: "I don't know, I'm in the second-generation circle." The students' family background is thicker than his.
The man was stunned for half a minute: "It's still your money." After that, he came out of grief again, "I'm a 108th line, my surname is Zhen, and my name is Zhen Mingxin."
It's almost a mess, and was pimped by the broker.
I heard that a boss wanted to pack him, and the agent packed him directly to the downstairs of the hotel. He escaped and slipped into the nearest bar.
When he entered the circle, he heard that many wealthy businessmen have special hobbies, but he did not expect that he would also have this day. He is only a senior this year, so is he going to be a canary in a cage
Moreover, what kind of good people can generally take care of little lovers? Most of the time, it's a fat circle who can't find the object.
"Are you still a student?" Ying Tongchen saw that there was a pendant on his backpack with the badge of a nearby university printed on it.
"Um."
Ying Tongchen looked at the time, the entrance to the university is usually around eleven o'clock, and frowned: "If you want to talk to someone, you can tell us. If you don't want to, just go back to your dormitory. ."
Zhen Mingxin looked at the two of them. One of them had strong muscles and looked very secure. A thin, tall and cold person with slightly cold eyes, inexplicably has a sense of sight of the dean.
He pondered for a moment, and gave a code to his own problem: "I met a man, and he insisted that I make an appointment with him, but I don't want to."
And this good thing? Meng Gong, who was madly trying to get off the single, was very puzzled: "Why don't you want to?"
Zhen Mingxin sniffled: "Because I'm 1, huh."
Meng Gong: "!!!"
Ying Tongchen: "..."
"Isn't this a strong man locking a man?" Meng Gong scolded.
Zhen Mingxin nodded straightly: "And everyone around me let me be with this man, otherwise I might lose my job, be suppressed and banned, fall from the 108th line to the altar, and completely become a passerby."
Ying Tongchen: "..."
"This is too much!" Meng Gong clapped the table and stood up.
Seeing that he was warmhearted, Zhen Mingxin sat down directly and cried while drinking, making Meng Gong distressed: "Don't go, brother will send you home tonight, I promise not to let anyone touch you." After that, he He also shook his muscles, "I'm very powerful."
Zhen Mingxin shed tears of envy: "If only I were as powerful as you."
Ying Tongchen: No, you don't want to. It is difficult for power to find a more pow er to do it.
Meng Gong did what he said and decided to escort Zhen Mingxin home safely.
As soon as the three walked out of the bar, Zhen Mingxin's phone rang. It was his manager.
He was too scared to answer: "It's over, I'm definitely going to be scolded. If I don't go, what will I do if that person turns back and takes revenge on me?"
Ying Tongchen lit a cigarette, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and revealed his fair and slender wrists: "Where is that person?"
Zhen Mingxin looked at his tall and slender figure, then looked at Meng Gong's figure full of security, and swallowed: "Brother, don't you want to beat him?"
"We are civilized people." Ying Tongchen said, "We can use a civilized way."
"In what way?"
"Call the police."
Zhen Mingxin: "..." Yes! But he dare not!
"Lao Meng, take him back, I'll call the police."
"Okay, you can do it." Meng Gong was full of confidence in him.
Zhen Mingxin felt that his arm could not twist his thigh, and worried about the consequences: "In case, if, if..."
Ying Tongchen's eyes narrowed.
Zhen Mingxin: "Bourdon Hotel Room 2808!"
Ying Tongchen watched them leave before turning around and walking towards the nearby hotel.
Room 2808.
He stood at the door, took out his mobile phone, and pressed 110. He had already made a plan in his mind.
First of all, inform the other party that Zhen Mingxin has a physical condition, such as hemorrhoids, anal fissure, intermittent schizophrenia, sudden AIDS, etc. The specific condition can only be determined by seeing the other party.
If the other party still wants to force it, then pretend to find the wrong person, then leave and call the police.
Of course, the first step can usually be solved. He doesn't believe that there will be people who are willing to take the risk of AIDS and have sex.
He rang the doorbell.
The sound of steady footsteps in the door was getting closer.
Various countermeasures flashed in his mind until the door opened.
A tall man stood inside, wearing a bathrobe, his hair still wet with water, slipped down his neck, and disappeared into invisible places along the lines of his muscles.
"Coming?" The man's voice was low, magnetic and seductive, and his facial features were even more seductive.
While Ying Tongchen looked at him, the man also swept him carefully with his eyes, raised his eyebrows lightly, and showed no expression on his face, but his toes suddenly tapped twice on the ground.
The sound of the collision with the ground was clearly audible.
Ying Tongchen raised his eyes and muttered, "Well, here we come."
"Come in." The man turned sideways quietly, made way, and tapped his toes twice.