chasing the sun

Brother said goodbye to those people, but they did not leave the hotel, but came to a large room with a dining table and a sofa.Zhang Jiu didn't dare to ask more questions, he just looked at Brother Shan with questioning eyes.

Brother Shan seemed to understand, he said: It's too late, go back tomorrow, and stay here today. . . . .Are you hungry?Have some supper.

Before Zhang Jiu could express his opinion, someone had already entered the house and brought food.The driver helped, put the food on the table, even set up the soup plate and spoon, and opened the seat to let Brother Shan take a seat.Zhang Jiu was stunned again, he had never served others in such a thoughtful manner, and he was not a host or a guest, so he could only stand there stupidly and watch what happened in front of him.

"Sit down and eat quickly. Go to bed after eating." Brother Shan greeted Zhang Jiu.And said something to the driver, the driver also sat down, and the three of them began to eat supper.Perhaps because it was too late and mentally exhausted, Zhang Jiu no longer knew what to say, what to ask, and the correct way to behave. He really felt hungry, so he "seriously devoted himself" to eating .

Zhang Jiu felt something when he lowered his head to eat. He raised his head suddenly and saw Brother Shan watching him, and asked, "Are you used to the local food here?"

Zhang Jiu:. . . . . .Okay. . . . .In fact, I don't like it very much. It smells like rotten fish and rotten shrimp, as well as curry, which is spicy and sour.But anyway, when I'm hungry, I'll eat anything.Zhang Jiu said and looked at the driver who was grabbing food with his hands: It's broken, I said bad things about the country, he didn't understand it, right?

Brother Shan looked at Zhang Jiu and smiled slightly, he also looked at the driver, and said something to the driver, then the driver also smiled, and gestured very friendly to Zhang Jiu, in Chinese: me. . . . . . .dislike.

Brother Shan: He said he didn’t like the smell of rotten fish and shrimp either.

Zhang Jiu was a little embarrassed.

Brother Shan asked again: What do you like to eat?

Zhang Jiu: That's too much, braised pork in brown sauce, boiled fish, steamed buns and dumplings. . . .Yes, and pancakes.

Brother Shan: I’m not used to eating rice every day.

Zhang Jiu smiled: Let me tell you, I can't bear to eat rice every meal.

Brother Shan: In fact, people here also eat pasta, mainly because the conditions at the base are limited.

Zhang Jiu felt that he was infected by Brother Shan and relaxed again, so he boldly asked: How long has Brother Shan stayed at the base?

Brother Shan didn't hesitate at all, and without looking at Zhang Jiu, he calmly replied: It's been a year. . . .It's been more than a year.

Zhang Jiu was surprised, and took a bold step forward: It's only been a year?I feel like you must have the final say there.

Brother Shan said in a lazy tone, slowly: I mean I have been hiding in the stockade for more than a year. . . . . . .I do this. . . . . . . .It has been more than ten years. . . .

Zhang Jiu was surprised: I think Brother Shan is very young. . . . . .

Brother Shan suddenly smirked frivolously: How old do you think I am?

Zhang Jiu was dumbfounded, so he answered without thinking: . . . . . . .twenty. . . . .26 seven when you don't smile, like 24 five when you smile like this. . . . .

Brother Shan is proud and somewhat helpless: he will be 29 after his birthday.

Zhang Jiu continued to exclaim: That was too young more than ten years ago. . . . .

Brother Shan smiled: No kid, dare to be a fucking desperado. . . . . . . .

Zhang Jiu stared at Brother Shan, he was infected by the other party's frankness, self-deprecating, rude language, and a touch of tenderness.

Just as he was talking, someone knocked on the door, and five young women with scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup came in.They smiled at Zhang Jiu and the others, and greeted them in fluent Chinese.Brother Shan told Zhang Jiu that tonight he and the driver would be alone. The driver would pick first, then Li Zhanpeng would pick the one he liked.

The driver seemed to be very used to it, his face was full of brilliance, and he looked at the women with a smile all over his face.

Zhang Jiu was dumbfounded. . . . . . .

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Under Zhang Jiu's brief quick thinking, he couldn't think of a single reason for the refusal, or he hardly dared to think about it, let alone say it.Zhang Jiu could only thank Brother Shan shyly and in a low voice.Before the driver left the room, he had already forgotten about everything else, only chatting and flirting with those women.

Zhang Jiu couldn't do it no matter what, he rationally pretended to be shy to cover up his powerlessness.But when Zhang Jiu looked at Brother Shan, he sensitively noticed that Brother Shan also didn't have the slightest covetous expression towards those women.Zhang Jiu thought that even if Brother Shan was well-informed, he would disdain to lose his identity in front of the prostitutes he found for his subordinates, but Zhang Jiu seemed to want to convince himself, he concluded that Brother Shan, who can joke with prostitutes, has no lust from the beginning to the end. ingredients. . . . .

"What's the matter? Is it because I haven't slept with a woman or I'm not happy?" Brother Shan asked.

Zhang Jiu raised his head suddenly, and he faced Brother Shan who was watching him.Zhang Jiu didn't know what kind of expression he had at that time, he saw Brother Shan from frowning to examine, to turning his head to dodge. . . . . . .Zhang Jiu glanced at the driver who didn't care about them at all, and begged Shan Ge in a low voice, almost begging: Can I not have a room with these women?

Brother Shan looked at Zhang Jiu again.

Zhang Jiu: I will accept Brother Shan's wish. . . . . .

Brother Shan stared at Zhang Jiu for a moment, but still didn't answer.He turned his head to look at the driver and the women, and then said something to the driver. They had a few conversations. The driver was in his 30s, and he smiled a little embarrassedly. Say good night to Brother Shan and Zhang Jiu, then lead the two most beautiful of the five, take the room card, and leave.

A woman professionally and habitually came over with a smile, sat down on the chair next to her, put her arms around Zhang Jiu's arm and said, "This boss is so fair and handsome."

Before Zhang Jiu could recover from the driver, his face flushed and his body became stiff.

Brother Shan's tone of teasing: You have taken a fancy to him, but it's a pity that people don't like you.

The woman smiled and said coquettishly: I hate it, bullying others.

Brother Shan smiled at the woman, and suddenly put on a serious face: "Okay, you guys go back first, we have serious things to do."

The woman is very good at observing words and expressions, and also knows how to advance and retreat. She is half-serious and half-joking: The bosses call us after finishing the business. We are always there for Mr. Gao. I won’t take the condom away, just keep it here.

The woman shook the condom and put it on the coffee table.

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The three women left and closed the door. Brother Shan walked to the sofa, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and said calmly: Tell me, what's going on?

Zhang Jiu's heart jumped to his throat. He watched himself kneading the cigarette butt that had been extinguished long ago, but he couldn't say a word.

Brother Shan came over, frowned slightly, and whispered: Are you gay?

Zhang Jiu looked up, he almost blurted out and asked: You too.But Zhang Jiu has not lost his rationality to the point of madness, he replied: no. . . . . . . .I've never done it with a woman. . . . . .

Brother Shan remained silent.

After that, Brother Shan left Zhang Jiu again, sat on the other side of the sofa, and smoked while watching Zhang Jiu from a distance, without saying a word.

The stalemate and silence, Zhang Jiu felt as long as two centuries, he spoke first: You should rest, I will go back to the room.

Zhang Jiu stood up and took the room card. He heard Brother Shan say: It is not easy to find a woman from the village. You have disturbed my good business.

Zhang Jiu was taken aback, he looked at Brother Shan blankly, and said in a low voice: I'm sorry.

Brother Shan didn't speak.

Zhang Jiu had no choice but to walk to the door. . . . . .He heard Brother Shan's short, commanding tone: Come here.

Zhang Jiu was stunned again, police, undercover, homosexual, or something else, he couldn't figure out the answer at all, he didn't know whether it was bad or good, he had no choice but to turn around and face Brother Shan.But when he heard Brother Shan's short but infinitely warm and ambiguous "come" in a low voice again, he saw the restlessness, longing, and excitement under the cold expression of Brother Shan, as well as his own beating heartbeat mixed with the silence late at night, another man A faint gasp. . . . .Zhang Jiu felt that the blood in his whole body not only surged up, but also poured down.

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28

Zhang Jiu seemed desperate, so he stood obediently in front of Gao Xiaoshan. He completely gave up self-protection and waited to be slaughtered.Gao Xiaoshan watched his every move, put out the cigarette butt, and walked up to Zhang Jiu.

Zhang Jiu felt the heat wave coming towards him. He was a tall, handsome man with broad arms, exuding a masculine aura all over his body.Zhang Jiu took a deep breath subconsciously, avoiding Brother Shan's gaze, he was so excited and weak, because he couldn't do anything, he didn't dare to do anything. . . . .

Gao Xiaoshan has stretched out his right hand, one hand, unhurriedly, one by one unbuttoning nine shirts. . . . .Zhang Jiu blushed immediately. He avoided Brother Shan's eyes everywhere, and finally had to close his eyes and take a deep breath again. The hand holding the room card was clenched so hard that he almost crushed the card, causing his hand to hurt.

When Gao Xiaoshan tore off the other buttons, and snapped open the shirt to expose Zhang Jiu's shoulders and arms, Zhang Jiu almost fell backwards, took a step back, and the card in his hand fell to the ground, he opened his eyes and panicked even more. It was looking at Brother Shan excitedly. . . . . . .

Gao Xiaoshan's face was still indifferent, and he looked at Zhang Jiu's shoulders, chest, two small hazel areolas, and two small and erect nipples with more excited eyes. . . . . .Then, with scrutiny, suspicion, and even contempt, he glanced at Zhang Jiu's face staring at him, pinched his nipple with one hand, and kneaded it lightly and hard. . . . . .Zhang Jiu suddenly couldn't care less about looking at Brother Shan, he couldn't help but hummed softly twice, he had to close his eyes again, suppressed his moans, and avoided his lust. . . . .

Gao Xiaoshan began to untie Zhang Jiu's belt, and then roughly pulled it down together with his underwear.Zhang Jiu