The scumbag who was abandoned by me came to the door

Zeng Loujia weighed slightly between ignoring it and helping others, and finally bent down and asked him, "Which leg hurts?" If he dared to say the middle one, he would drown him.

"This leg hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts to death~" Zhao Yu's appearance of being coquettish after drinking is not very handsome, but it is somewhat fragile to reveal his true feelings.

On his knee, the place that would be tightly covered by the pants, there was indeed a new red scar, like an ugly centipede embedded deep in the flesh.

Zeng Lou Jiaxuan was about to rub his palms to warm them, covering his scars, rubbing them slowly, and Zhao Gun's tense kneecaps made a small popping sound, which intersected with the hissing splash of the shower.

Time seemed to stand still, but turned around suddenly.

When Zeng Loujia reacted, Zhao Gun had already pulled his wrist, and pulled the person who had lost his center of gravity into the bathtub. The space was too cramped for two bodies, so Zeng Loujia could only stay in the water. Constantly reversing and tearing, it was imprisoned to the bottom.

"Jiajia..." Zhao Gunxiang called him standing in the wetlands of the distant mountains, "You are the best."

The clothes on his body were all wet, and Zhao Gunshi was like a second wet suit that was close to his body, tightly wrapping around his trembling body.

A sexy face gradually lost all patience, and bit Zeng Loujia's lower lip fiercely.

So painful, and so lingering.

It is like a whip smeared with honey juice, which is so painful that people call out, and it is like a sweet cake made of ginger juice, which is greasy when the mouth is opened, and spicy when it enters the throat.

"Zhao Gun... let me go..." He was the prey under him, and in the torture of his lips and teeth, he made some sounds that were almost begging for mercy, no longer alienated, but weak and pitiful.

Zhao Gun couldn't hear it at all. He roughly tasted the pastry that he missed so much in his dream. His whole body turned into a raging flame. The erupted magma flowed from his lips to his limbs and bones, and ignited Zenglou everywhere. kah.

Zeng Loujia tried to push him back with his hands.

Zhao Gun's big hand turned into a falcon catching food, and at the same time, he held his small fist, opened each of Zeng Loujia's fingers roughly like parting a budding flower branch, and slowly squeezed it into his own thick Li's fingers, clenched tightly, and pulled Zeng Loujia's head with both hands.

Zeng Loujia couldn't move any more.

He could only hear the turbulent water flow in the bath and Zhao Gun's rapid breathing in his ears, knocking, knocking, and the ripples fell into the depths of his chest, throbbing together endlessly.

I don't know what time it was when I fell asleep. Zeng Loujia licked his swollen lips in his sleep. The slight pain made all his senses extremely sensitive. He touched the bottom of his body, and it was no longer hot in the bathtub. The bottom of the water, but on a stable single bed.

In his sleep, Zhao Gun shouted in convulsions, "Jia Jia, Jia Jia, my leg is gone!"

Zeng Loujia turned over quickly, walked barefoot beside Zhao Gun's swaying body, and gently held his big hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, Gun, your legs are still there." Zeng Loujia patted his heart, coaxing him obediently, "It's your quilt that's been covered horizontally." Then he turned the direction of the quilt and put his hand inside Caressing Zhao Gun's cold legs, let his numb legs regain consciousness.

Zhao Yu was so drunk that he kissed Zeng Loujia passionately in the bathtub and fell asleep within 10 minutes. At this moment, even with a knife on his neck, he couldn't wake up.

Hearing Zhao Gun's flustered breathing, Zeng Loujia finally calmed down again, and then turned around and went back to lie on his bed.

He touched the corners of his lips, why are they curled up.

This is simply out of place.

Adjusting the ringtone of the mobile phone at six o'clock in the morning is a habit that Zhao Gun has always maintained, but today when the soothing tune of YouTookMyHeartAway rang in his ears, he just wanted to smash the mobile phone.

Turn off the alarm, turn off the phone, drop the phone, all in one go.

Immediately afterwards Zeng Loujia's cell phone alarm rang.

Zeng Loujia murmured and turned it off too.

Zhao Bun suddenly woke up from the extreme drowsiness and splitting headache. He opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of Zeng Loujia's voice. On the quilt, a thin white leg was lightly draped over the quilt.

Ah ah~

Zhao Gun grabbed his hair with both hands, opened his mouth and shouted silently.

What on earth did he do!Judging from the fact that he was half-dry under his underwear due to the high temperature, and his brother Zhao, who was bound to be elated in the morning, he might have seized the little tail of a certain opportunity and did something smoothly.

But he probably didn't do anything, judging from the fact that he didn't take off his underwear, and Zeng Loujia slept in another bed far away, he is a waste!

Identification is completed.

Zhao Gun sneaked out of his bed, and was about to pretend to sleepwalk and roll into Zeng Loujia's small bed.

Zeng Loujia suddenly sat up straight on the bed, his fluffy hair naturally had a messy beauty, he yawned, and the large sportswear on his body was like flowing silk, sliding down one shoulder of his.

Four or five teeth marks were bitten on his neck and shoulders, and there was a red strawberry on his delicate chest. After stretching, Zeng Loujia zipped up the sportswear.

This is the end of Zhao Gun's fortune.

Then, he finished the appraisal again, and he was a piece of trash, Jiajia was bitten to those places, why didn't he lie in his arms.

He didn't do anything, and he didn't even lose his body.

waste!

Withered man!

Zeng Loujia vaguely felt that somewhere the eyes were burning, and turned his head to Zhao Bun, his big eyes were dazed for a long time, and he asked softly, "Zhao Guadan, why did you come to sleep at my house?"

Zhao Gun's jaw almost dropped in shock.

Jia Jia secretly called him Zhao Guadan! !

Zhao Gun silently opened his underwear and took a look.

Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved~

Zeng Loujia looked around in a daze. The white walls and simple furniture in the hotel had no extra decorations, and the bright light made the bruise on his forehead visibly ache.

The memory of last night rushed towards him like a revived ocean wave.

I remembered.

Zeng Loujia's soft expression suddenly became tense, and immediately changed his face and stared back at Zhao Gun coldly, "What are you looking at, look at what you have done!! Get up and go back to school!" Both of them got their clothes off. He was dripping wet, causing him to wash all night until three o'clock before falling asleep.

Zhao Yu wanted to explain something. Zeng Loujia had already stood up from the bed. The loose sportswear was hanging on his thin body like a boyfriend shirt, covering his looming buttocks. Taking a step, he walked past the dazed Zhao Guadan.

"Jiajia, listen to me!" Zhao Ju couldn't help but watch the little white leg walk past, jumping like a toad, jumping from the end of the bed to the end of the bed, reaching out to grab Zeng Loujia's arm.

"It's so early in the morning, what a mess! Get lost!"

Zeng Loujia raised one leg, neither light nor heavy, and kicked on Zhao Gun's chest impartially.

Zhao Gun clutched his liver and stomach, which had been suffering all night, and rolled out of bed.

"Zeng Loujia, you kicked me again..."

Zeng Loujia slowly drank the millet porridge in the bowl. After drinking, he could drink a bowl of porridge warmly. , he just wanted to stare at Zhao Guadan, who was obviously absent-minded.

Zhao Gun clinked the soup spoon in the porridge bowl for a long time.

Sitting between the two of them, Dai Yuanzheng scratched his head embarrassingly, "Isn't this rough food not in line with Xiao Zhao's taste?"

In the slightly crude breakfast shop, there are people who eat steamed buns and pancakes, drink soy milk with deep-fried dough sticks, sit down and savor slowly, and hurry after eating in a daze.

Sitting in the breakfast shop with a high-class face like Zhao Gun is indeed a little out of place. At first glance, he looks like a wealthy young man who has fallen into the mundane world. He is tired of eating the delicacies of high-end restaurants and occasionally comes out to taste new ones.

In fact, this is not the case for Zhao Gun. Although his family background is very strong, he himself is informal. As long as it is delicious, he can eat it with an attitude of appreciation.

Concerned about Dai Yuanzheng's mood for treating guests, Zhao Yu's handsome face showed a smile, and he changed the subject and asked, "Brother Zheng, just leave me alone. I drank too much last night and was in deep self-reflection and self-criticism."

Zeng Loujia snorted inwardly.

Zhao Gun said again, "I didn't treat you and the two senior sisters well last night. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"How can I ask you to treat me all the time?" Dai Yuanzheng turned to Zeng Loujia who was eating porridge silently, "Feng Shui takes turns, it should be your turn to invite guests!"

Zeng Loujia didn't care, "Okay, when do you want to come, what do you want to eat? I'll call Xiao Yan, and his skills guarantee you to lick your fingers."

Zhao Gun was so grateful to Dai Yuanzheng that he opened his mouth and said, "August [-]th is coming soon, let's eat hot pot at your place!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Dai Yuanzheng seemed to have discovered something serious, and stretched out two fingers to push away Zeng Loujia's collar. On his neck was the Wantong muscle and bone patch, which exuded a strong smell of musk, "You What's wrong with the neck? Twisted? Fall? Didn't something happen to you when you got drunk last night?"

Zeng Loujia's memory suddenly jumped to the picture of Zhao Bing gnawing on himself madly, tightening the collar of his shirt, his face was burned, but his expression remained calm and composed, "It's okay, I had a stiff neck last night."

"How can I see something wrong with your forehead." He reached out to touch the bruise covered by Zeng Loujia's bangs.

Zhao Gun suddenly said, "Lin Miao, Xu Lei, why are you here?"

Dai Yuanzheng turned around, no one?

Zhao Gun coughed, "Sorry, I misread it."

Zeng Loujia's heart fluctuated a little, and he shifted Dai Yuanzheng's focus along with Zhao Gun, and changed the topic and said, "What about Xu Lei and Lin Miao?"

Mentioning these two, Dai Yuanzheng felt embarrassed and couldn't help complaining that Zeng Loujia and Zhao Yu disappeared without a trace last night, causing him to hug Lin Miao in his left hand and Xu Lei in his right, sending the two beautiful girls away. After arriving at the hotel, the front desk of the hotel thought he was going to play Double Fly.

Zhao Gun couldn't hold it back, and burst into laughter, "Then did you succeed in the double flight in the end?"

"Fart, I'm an honest gentleman," Dai Yuanzheng sighed resentfully, "I'm simply the modern Liu Xiahui, a model of a man who doesn't move. Two drunk girls slept on the bed all night, and I curled up in the single bed. Spent the night on the sofa."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Yu laughed unkindly, "Then you are as sad as I am! Last night..."