My bamboo horse can destroy the world

Song Lin really doesn't know who is behind Shangcheng, but Brother Xiong mentioned something when he was following Brother Xiong, don't run to Shangcheng if you have nothing to do, there is no need for people who are not in the same circle to overlap.

Song Lin, who has always regarded Brother Xiong's words as an imperial decree, naturally never approached that side.

"Actually, I'm still a little handsome?" Song Lin heard someone praise his appearance for the first time in so many years.

"It's pretty good." The man tilted his head slightly, looking a little feminine from that angle, "I don't know why, but it's a very attractive thing from a certain point of view."

"You put me together with those sellers?" Song Lin's face darkened.

"Haha, of course not." The man shrugged, "I'm just telling the truth, that's the hourly salary of that family."

The man compared a number in his hand, and Song Lin's eyes lit up.

"This is just the basic salary. Tips from guests are calculated separately, which is much better than handing out leaflets."

When the man said this amount, Song Lin's heart was shaken a little. He is indeed a person who needs money very much. Although he is not greedy for small things, he doesn't want to give up the money that can be easily obtained.

"But I really can't dance." Song Lin still has a bit of professional ethics, "Isn't this fooling people?"

"Under that environment, it's just for fun. Who cares if he's professional or not." The man said as he lit the second cigarette again, enjoying the fun brought by the smoke amidst the clouds and mist.

Song Lin was also moved. When he was very young, he followed Brother Xiong to the West Street. He had never seen or done anything. Apart from breaking the law and affecting his college life, Song Lin was a top-notch ruffian. Walking is exactly the same as what Brother Chao learned.

"If it doesn't work, I'll try it?" Song Lin asked tentatively.

"If you're interested, I'll call their interviewer. It's up to you whether you can pass."

"Damn, isn't it possible to go directly to the relationship, and you have to interview???"

"Who can enter a place like that if you want to?" The man smiled half-smile, with the corners of his eyes raised, and Song Lin suddenly realized that the man in front of him seemed a little different from before.

"What have you eaten recently? Why do you look so weird?" Song Lin blinked and asked frankly.

"Heh, you brat is quite sensitive." The man stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes back a little, the skin under the collar was densely covered with dots and spots of marks, and one could tell what had been done at a glance.

"Oh oh oh!" Song Lin raised his eyebrows and whistled, "It's ok, which girl is so wild?"

"Tsk." The man spat in disdain, "Can a woman do this?"

"A man?" Song Lin was taken aback, "I haven't seen you say you like men before?"

"I just want to be happy, why do I have to distinguish between men and women?" said the man suddenly looked Song Lin up and down, "Isn't it a child? Or a virgin?"

Song Lin curled his lips: "I'm still young."

"You say you're young at this time?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly with a slight smile, "But Brother Xiong probably won't let you touch these things."

Brother Xiong is more like a father to him, and Song Lin's feelings for Brother Xiong are not uncomplicated.

"But what are you doing here today?" The man remembered that Song Lin was here to exchange coins.

"..." Song Lin suddenly remembered what happened to him before, and thought of Qu Yuanhan who was left behind by him. Song Lin's throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't get up or down. It was extremely uncomfortable.

"In a bad mood?" The man looked at Song Lin, this boy who couldn't hide anything, always had a dark face every time he came here, and he just messed around with the machine.

"I had a fight with my friend." Song Lin pouted, "I don't want to mention it."

"If you don't mention it, don't mention it." The man casually grabbed a handful of game coins and put them in front of Song Lin, "Go and play by yourself."

"...No payment?" Song Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at the man.

"I'm in a good mood today, and I was very comfortable doing it last night. Today, I'm showing kindness and enlightening the little lamb who is lost." The man lay on the table deliberately revealing the dense hickey marks on his collarbone, with a smile on his lips.

Song Lin looked at the man, and said out of nowhere: "Yaoyao, how do you feel when you are with a man?"

Yaoyao?The man froze for a moment, this bastard didn't think he was flattering him by calling him by his name, did he?It's so cute.

"It's cool." The man raised his butt on purpose and swung it a few times. His soft waist was undulating as if being controlled by something. An unknown atmosphere filled the air instantly. Song Lin felt a puff of breath. suffocate.

Seeing Song Lin's dazed eyes, the man's face froze, and the molestation was more of a molestation, he really didn't dare to take Song Lin to this road, for fear that Fu Shangxiong, who was protecting his weaknesses, would come back and crush him to death.

"Is there a boy who cares about our cute little Linzi?" Although the man didn't dare to do more, his heart of gossip was still burning.

Song Lin never knew how to hide his emotions, and he looked away straightforwardly, neither affirming nor denying, but how can there be any privacy in the eyes of a man?

In an instant, the man's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong. After all, Song Lin had been in contact with West Street for a long time, and there were not many good things in West Street, so he couldn't watch a cute child jump into the fire pit.

"There is no good result between a man and a man." Suddenly the charming temperament faded away, and the man straightened up, and his figure, which was good in itself, turned out to be a lot more masculine. "We are not allowed by society to be together."

Song Lin's face froze, he wanted to deny but didn't know how to deny it, and he didn't even know why he wanted to refute it.

"Do you think you like men?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Lin deliberately teasingly.

Song Lin's expression showed obvious hesitation. The man knew in his heart that the other party must be tempted and tempted, but he didn't know what to do.

"Then let's test whether you like men." At the stall where Song Lin was in a daze, the man stood up from his seat, trapped Song Lin who was sitting on the chair between his arms, Bending down, gradually approaching Song Lin.

Song Lin stared blankly at the owner of the game hall who had been taking good care of him. He couldn't react to such a sudden change, and let the man approach without moving.