the teenager looked at him, and finally stopped his eyes on the small ravioli in his hand, and then took the plastic bag in one hand: "thank you, how much is it?"
why did he look back, vaguely recognizing that this seemed to be a male actor who had recently become popular, not yet twenty years old, his skin was so tender that he could pinch out the water, and his body still had the thin green of a teenager, and he wore a pair of water-mill jeans, lining his legs slender. just standing there is like glowing.
why calmly said: "46." "
oh, wait a minute." the boy turned back to get the money, and after a while, he came out with his wallet and drew fifty for him: "don't look for it." why
didn't say anything, took the money and turned around and left.
"who?" song juhan's voice came from the house.
"delivery." the teenager replied.
"takeaway? you ordered? "isn't
it the cold brother's point?" crab...... ravioli?
why did he walk as fast as possible to the elevator entrance, but he was still a step late, and song juhan's voice came from behind him: "why?" he
paused, then turned around.
song juhan frowned at him, then looked at the wontons again, and sneered: "what are you doing now?" "
deliver food." why said expressionlessly. <
song juhan frowned slightly, although the wind and waves on his face were calm, but he could still feel the man's hidden anger, he couldn't help but feel funny, he knew why, in addition to being in bed, usually rarely showed his emotions, he ticked his fingers: "come back." the boy poked
out a head, and his round, bright eyes wandered back and forth between them incomprehensibly.
why didn't move: "you have guests, get busy first." "
get you back." is this jealousy? he hadn't appreciated it enough.
he paused for two seconds and walked back.
the young man said, "brother han, who is he?"
song juhan ignored him, grabbed he's collar, leaned over to his face and sniffed: "it's okay, i haven't drunk too much." the teenager's
eyes widened. the tone was flirtatious and ambiguous, and it was definitely not an ordinary friendship.
he chong nodded and familiarly found the slippers in the shoe cabinet to change. song juhan's apartment he has come several times, song juhan also once wanted to give him the key, but he did not want, if there is a key, he may not be able to bear to run over every three or five minutes, people sometimes have insufficient self-control, they need some external force constraints, he does not want to give himself an illusion of "i can come to find song juhan at any time". in fact, over the years, six or seven times out of ten, song juhan took the initiative to find him, but the three or four of his initiative were only released when countless desires could no longer be suppressed.
the teenager looked at he gu with some trepidation, and still didn't seem to believe in the relationship between he gu and song juhan, the gap between these two people was like a simple and bleak porcelain and a brilliant diamond, and the diamond matched, the good villain should also be such a platinum or fancy treasure, how can not turn the porcelain. <
the teenager frowned and looked at song juhan, who did not think so.
after he entered the house, he did not even take off his coat, and he carried the small wontons into the kitchen with a familiar way, poured them into two bowls, and then brought them out and put them on the table: "i have eaten, you eat." song juhan
seemed to have just woken up from a nap, the neckline of the loose knit shirt revealed most of the beautiful collarbone and vigorous chest muscles, his curls were somewhat messy, sitting at the table, first yawning, and then staring at the small wonton in a daze.
song juhan's facial features are most often praised by those deep and charming eyes, but why do you like his lips the most, song juhan's lips are slightly upturned, always red and moist, as if ready for kissing at any time.
the teenager unceremoniously pulled open the stool and sat down, held the ravioli and ate it, and looked at he yuan coldly.
song juhan also ate it, and while eating, he asked, "isn't there a meal?"
"i left early."
"i told you at six o'clock that you wouldn't come, so what does it mean to come now?" song ju gave him a blank look, "did i say i was going to wait for you?" "nothing
." he looked at his watch: "or i'll go back first."
"pack up the bowl and go back, or the room will smell."
"hmm." why turned his head and looked out the window. from here you can see a very good night view, those cars that are congested on the ground, but look down at the sky like a beautiful galaxy, this city that is piled up by desire and hope, only by standing on a high place, there will be a good scenery. <
"brother han." the young man said, "i'll just clean it up, you let him go back." song juhan
smiled at him and suddenly said, "why, do you know him?" "seen
on tv." he couldn't remember what it was called.
"introduce yourself." song ju han dao.
the young man said coldly, "my name is zhuang jieyu." "
why, hello."
zhuang jieyu called a breath, and the man's indifferent look was almost like provoking him. he didn't know what song juhan meant by leaving people behind, and wanted to play together? he glanced at song juhan, somewhat unsure. it wasn't that he couldn't play, but if he was so sacrificed, he had to think hard about what he wanted to go back to song juhan.
song juhan finished eating the wontons and entered a state of wanting to have fun when he was full of food, and he said lazily: "why, jieyu is the type you like, right?" zhuang jieyu's
heart sank, he felt that he had guessed correctly, he secretly scolded song juhan in his heart, but on the surface he was no longer cold to why, but smiled at why.
he's gaze wandered across the faces of the two people, and he couldn't understand what song juhan wanted to do, so he said vaguely: "it's okay."
"well, i know that he is a bit like feng zheng at that time." song juhan said carelessly.
why didn't he expect that song juhan would mention feng zheng again, he thought in his heart, half a point is not like it, so he shook his head. song juhan is really a personality that must be repaid, and the conflict of that day has not yet planned to turn the page. <
"isn't it like that? the appearance of red lips and teeth and white white face seemed to be about the same age as at that time. song ju smiled and squinted at why.
"not quite." why did he come over, pick up the bowls they had eaten, and bring them to the kitchen.
song juhan yawned again, probably enough to play, and rubbed zhuang jieyu's head: "go and get ready." then went into the bedroom.
zhuang jieyu said "oh", his eyes drifted to the kitchen, this man... fortunately, the figure is good looking.
he had just finished cleaning up the bowl and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned back, he saw zhuang jieyu holding his chest with both hands and leaning on the door frame to look at him.
he tried to cross him, but was stopped. why wait quietly, waiting for zhuang jieyu to do something.
he thought he would appreciate a childish fight for wind and jealousy, but he didn't expect that zhuang jieyu was really unexpected, and even hooked his neck and said vaguely: "can you do 1?" why
answered very honestly, "yes."
i heard that i was by --- for--- a long time, i don't want to do 1, han brother technology is so good...
it has nothing to do with whether you want to or not, there is nothing wrong with physiology. why didn't know he was playing with that, just grabbed his arm and put it down and walked out of the kitchen.
zhuang jieyu frowned, what does it mean, pendulum score?
why take the key and get ready to put on your shoes and leave. <
zhuang jieyu went up and grabbed his tie, and said unhappily, "what do you mean?"
why frowned: "i also want to ask this sentence." "brother han asked
me to get ready, you can't cooperate with the point, i am like this, do you suffer losses?"
he reacted a little, knowing that this boy had misunderstood, song juhan did not have that kind of hobby, he said: "you misunderstood, ju han does not play this."
zhuang jieyu smirked, "don't play? so i slept with ghosts before? somehow
stunned.
zhuang jieyu raised an eyebrow, "you don't know? brother han has a lot of needs, sometimes a person can't cope with him at all, he likes it, haven't played with you?
why did he feel some dull emotions rushing in his chest, making him angry and bloody, he grabbed the teenager's hand, broke his fingers a little, pulled his tie back, and said coldly: "i don't play."
zhuang jieyu was angry, he didn't expect to reject him for any reason, originally he was the one who was reluctant, he played this is also a good pick, he always picked the figure and good looks, why is this where is it, usually he will not look at it at all, and now he actually dares to reject him?! a little annoyed and angry, he grabbed ho's collar, blocked ho's lips hard, and kissed him skillfully. <
somehow froze.
except for song juhan and feng zheng, he did not kiss anyone, at that time his only thought was that this boy's kissing skills were really good, and when he was with feng zheng, both of them had no experience, and when he was with song juhan, song juhan was either too perfunctory or too impatient, and he seemed to be kissed seriously for the first time.
"what are you doing?" song ju's cold voice came from behind.
the two separated, zhuang jieyu looked at song juhan with a slight gasp, song juhan had something brewing in his eyes that he couldn't understand, making him feel cold, could he really be wrong? song juhan didn't want to...
why wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips, for a moment he really didn't know how to explain, did song juhan need him to explain? if not, he didn't bother to explain.
"brother han... didn't you get me ready. zhuang jieyu said somewhat innocently.
song ju said expressionlessly, "did i say let you prepare like this, and i asked you to prepare your ass."
zhuang jieyu's face changed slightly, song juhan was generous and funny in his daily life, even if he said something in the bed, it was also a pleasure, he would never say such ugly words in front of others, he didn't know how to provoke song juhan.
song juhan didn't look at him at all, but just stared at he wei fiercely: "who let you kiss him?"
"he kissed me." why say.
"i think you enjoy it." ssong juhan narrowed his eyes: "but i haven't been on it for a few days--you, don't be so hungry--thirsty."
zhuang jieyu was even more surprised, he had never seen song juhan speak harshly to anyone. although this big star is not comprehensive, but he has been in contact with it, there is no criticism of his cultivation in the world, song juhan should be a decent person inside and out, with the elegant posture necessary for his birth, as long as there is no conflict of interest, he will always be a perfect nobleman. but he never expected that song juhan would have such a powerful side.
why did he enjoy that kiss, it was a kiss that was impeccable in skill, which made his understanding of the kiss look new, but that was all, like tasting a delicacy he had never tasted before, there was no special significance. he felt that he had said everything he should say, song juhan was obviously angry, it was useless for him to say anything more, or go, whenever song juhan was unhappy, he had better disappear, this is the law he groped out.
he turned to put on his shoes.
"you dare to take a step out of this room, and you will never want to see me again." song juhan raised his chin and looked condescendingly at why.
this sentence really worked, why did he straighten up, had to explain again: "he misunderstood what you meant, we..."
"he didn't misunderstand." song juhan looked at why, and the corners of his mouth were gently raised, revealing a somewhat cruel smile.
why the body trembled, song juhan wouldn't really think...
song juhan walked over and pulled on the tie of why: "you have been obedient for so many years, and you will obey today, right?" wwhy
the throat knot agitated up and down: "ju han, don't go too far." "he can watch song juhan make out with others because he doesn't have any position to manage, but he can't get involved, that's disgusting."
"how can it be excessive? are you kissing him excessively? song juhan thought about the scene he saw, and the expression on his face that was slightly surprised and seemed to be somewhat enjoyed, he only felt that his heart was angry, and the blood in his body seemed to boil in that instant. why did he actually kiss a small --- in his house, and why did he kiss someone else? damn it!
"this matter should not be my fault."
this sentence seemed to annoy song juhan, who grabbed he yuan's collar and pressed the person to the wall, and those eyes that shone as beautiful as stars also rose at this time with the chill of the boundless cosmic void.
zhuang jieyu stared at why, and then stared at song juhan, almost confused by the tense atmosphere between the two people, but it was just a kiss, song juhan's reaction was too weird?
zhuang jieyu did not understand song juhan, because he had only seen the elegant, funny and charming side of song juhan's gentleman, and why had he seen all the looks of song juhan, and song juhan's temper was so big that people who really knew him had always been cautious and cautious. today was probably a kiss between him and zhuang jieyu, which made song juhan feel that his authority had been violated? although he was also very innocent, he could bear song juhan's anger, but not once or twice, bear with it, and wait until his temper was over.
song juhan squinted his eyes, his gaze swept over every inch of he yuan's face, and finally landed on he yuan's lips, he rubbed those lips with his fingers, and then blocked them hard, kissing extremely roughly. <
he didn't know how to respond to this kiss like punishment, and he couldn't even try to avoid teeth colliding.
song juhan's tongue arbitrarily pushed open his teeth and stirred wildly in his mouth, why he was gradually kissed a little breathlessly, and a trace of redness climbed on his face.
in a trance, song juhan began to rip his clothes, why was he shocked, and grabbed song juhan's hand hard: "ju han?! playing
a special game today, i'm --- you, he watched. song juhan pulled hard and broke the pants chain for some reason.
zhuang jieyu only felt that his scalp was tingling, and he was frightened by the anger and malice displayed by song juhan.
why was he anxious: "ju han, don't make trouble!" "who's
messing with you?" song juhan's strength was so great that it was not something that ordinary people could resist at all. as the sole heir of the song entertainment empire, his safety was always put first, so he had the best martial artists from childhood to teach him to learn martial arts, and why he once saw him crush walnuts with his ring finger and little finger like a child, and those beautiful hands were not only proficient in a variety of instruments, but also could break the hardest bones on a person's body with one punch. why is it vulnerable in front of him.
why his face was flushed, this was probably the most embarrassing scene in his life, he crossed song juhan's shoulder, saw zhuang jieyu's surprised gaze, and felt that his heart was trampled into the mud.
song juhan approached step by step, why desperately wanted to push him away: "ju han, you let go of me!"
don't move,, you stirred up lao tzu's date, shouldn't you make up for it? maybe someone is more excited to see you, feel it, is he kissing you comfortably, or i fucking you - making you comfortable. his hand had already pulled down the last barrier of reason.
why was his heart aching, his eyes burning, and he didn't know where the strength that came out of it pushed song juhan away!
song juhan staggered a few steps, but quickly stabilized his figure.
why did he look terrible, his clothes and ties disheveled, his trousers piled up at his feet, and his face full of anger.
zhuang jieyu looked at him with a hint of intolerance in his eyes. these rich people, there are really few good things.
song juhan did not expect that the reaction of he gu, who had always been silent and obedient, would be so big, and he did not have time to get angry for a while, but the deepest humiliation on his face made him stunned.
somehow trembling, he lifted his pants, ran to the door, kicked on his shoes, and ran out the door like a whirlwind.
by the time song juhan reacted, he had already run. his face became rather ugly, and he kicked over the stool with one kick.
zhuang jieyu was a little frightened and stood aside at a loss.
song juhan's throat knot was agitating up and down, staring gloomily at the half-open door, frozen in place for a long time without moving, not knowing what he was thinking.
zhuang jieyu did not dare to breathe.
after a long time, song juhan seemed to have just discovered him, and looked at him coldly: "the next time you dare to touch him, you don't have to mix in the circle."
zhuang jieyu took a breath and nodded like a garlic: "i'm sorry, i'm sorry brother han." "
roll."