After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

Jiang Yan reached out and pinched Cheng Jianyu's jaw, forcing him to raise his head, his warm thumb slowly rubbed his soft lips.

Cheng Jianyu's lips are plump but not plump, with just the right fresh lip color, they have a soft and wet feeling, suitable for kissing and holding something.

Jiang Yan raised his jaw, he opened his mouth like a kitten that had its teeth pulled out, letting his slender and powerful fingers fiddle with it, and stared straight at the man without any shame.

Jiang Yan realized this the first time he saw Cheng Jianyu.

Five years ago in the spring, a grand charity auction ended, and the celebration dinner was set at a hotel in Shanghai. He drank a lot of wine and went to the rooftop to get some air.

Pushing the door, the tall muscular man slammed Cheng Jianyu's shoulders hard, and slammed on the railing, his shoulder blades collided with the iron lock, and the ear-piercing sound of the iron chains rubbing through the sky, the man was swearing and swearing.

For the first time, he felt that Cheng Jianyu's waist was very thin.

The hem of the shirt was lifted up with the man's wrist, the lights on the roof were as bright as day, and the traces of the man's hands were clearly visible. The half waist of the happy party was narrow and tight, but not weak, covered with a layer of warm and greasy muscles. It feels great in the hand, and the waistline on the side is white and clean. With Cheng Jianyu's struggling movements, it changes from depth to depth, making people want to find out.

Jiang Yan stared at it for a few seconds, and was about to stop it, when Cheng Jianyu spoke first, "Get your dirty hands off."

The melodious voice split the gorgeous neon, soaked in the cold air of early spring, like blowing a breath of cold air next to the ear, revealing indifference inside and out.

Jiang Yan stopped and watched with interest.

Relying on his physical strength, the man didn't take it seriously, and just wanted to make progress even worse. Cheng Jianyu pinched his wrist, twisted it hard, and pressed it down violently with the tip of his elbow upward. There was a "click" sound, accompanied by Screaming in pain, the man was easily subdued.

"Swivel arm pressing elbow" in close combat is an expert. Jiang Yan lit a cigarette and leaned lazily against the wall with his arms folded.

Cheng Jianyu reached out and took out the mobile phone in the man's pocket, quickly dialed 120, and the voice was clear, "The ambulance will come, tell the doctor that you have a sprained brachioradialis muscle, and don't trouble the doctor."

A series of movements were flowing, elegant and free, he straightened his clothes, strode towards the door, and the moment he bumped into Jiang Yan, he calmly and gracefully disappeared, his breathing was short, his cheeks were red, and his beautiful pupils were at a loss.

Jiang Yan had seen such an expression on many fans. He casually pinched his cigarette, waved, and walked towards the elevator without looking back. Cheng Jianyu followed without the slightest hesitation.

That night, he verified that Cheng Jianyu's waist was indeed so thin that he could wrap his arms around it, especially when he pinched his waist and hit it hard with full power, he was so fragile that he seemed about to break.

He needs someone like Cheng Jianyu by his side, who exists in the name of a relationship partner, even if the actual job is a bed partner or a nanny, it doesn't matter.

As a boyfriend, Jiang Yan is not considerate and gentle enough, but he is never stingy financially. In addition to the real estate and car he bought for Cheng Jianyu alone, he also has a lot of "living expenses" every month, which can almost be called responsive.

Of course, Cheng Jianyu never asked for anything.

Jiang Yan took out a few paper towels and wiped his regular fingers, then picked up the jar of paste, and the sound of "pop" landed next to Cheng Jianyu's calf, "Make it yourself."

He took off his coat and put it on the sofa, and walked to the bathroom, the sound of rustling water followed.

Cheng Jianyu coughed lightly, and the unrestrained tobacco smell in Jiang Yan's hand remained in his throat, with a clear and bitter texture.

he does not like.

But don't like it, it's useless.

Jiang Yan has a frenzied ferocity on the bed. He is at the age of hormonal explosion and is in the spotlight. Any sign of trouble can become a headline. There are only two ways to vent his energy. One is to be exhausted in the boxing gym, The other is exhausting Cheng Jianyu.

"Don't be in there."

Cheng Jianyu retreated weakly, his thin waist was mercilessly pulled back with warm and powerful hands, firmly shackled, at the peak moment, Jiang Yan's sharp Adam's apple rolled violently under the thin skin, Looking at him condescendingly, panting heavily, "What's so pretentious today?"

Cheng Jianyu's slack eyes stared at his face, and he grabbed the pillow tightly with both hands, "It's too deep, it's hard to clean."

Jiang Yan's appearance is impeccable, alienated and indifferent, worthy of the rainbow farts that fans blow up, except for these daunting eyes, the brows are alienated and unruly, and the whites of the eyes bring a kind of beastly ferocity, and gentleness The two words do not match.

"Then don't clean it up." Jiang Yan raised Cheng Jianyu's face, leaned over and kissed casually, "I like you like this."

Cheng Jianyu's cheeks were covered with hot sweat, and the nerves in his calf twitched slightly, like some kind of light insect crawling. He folded his knees, and the familiar foreign body sensation remained in his body, and slowly dripped down the bed sheet as he moved.

Cheng Jianyu was glad that he was not a girl at this moment, otherwise the children would have been nested by Jiang Shengsheng.

He slowed down for a while, walked into the bathroom with his sore legs, and cleaned the inside and out.

To feed the sexual desire, but also to satisfy the appetite.

Two delicious home-cooked side dishes, paired with soft, glutinous and hot white porridge, were placed in the white and empty restaurant, adding a bit of anger for no reason.

"Not hungry?" Jiang Yan picked up the phone and unlocked it, squinting at him.

Cheng Jianyu covered his slightly convulsed lower abdomen with his hands. The soreness had not subsided, and a certain part still couldn't close together as if he was holding something in his mouth. He didn't have the mood to eat, "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach."

Jiang Yan's slender fingers danced on the screen without raising his head, "So delicate?"

Cheng Jianyu gave a soft "hmm", and limply lay on the table, "I miss you so much, I haven't seen you for half a month, and I miss you every day."

Jiang Yan ignored it, pressed the WeChat voice, and sent it to his manager Brother Chao, "Add a Polanka-style ditty, and lower it."

He put down his phone, glanced at Cheng Jianyu, and frowned impatiently, "Don't say that in the future."

Tired and crooked, disgusting, it's hard to imagine what Cheng Jianyu said.

Cheng Jianyu chuckled, "If you don't like it, I won't talk about it."

Brother Chao replied quickly on WeChat, and his high-pitched voice echoed in the empty restaurant, "Zhou Jueqing said that he really likes this song. I invite you to have a drink tonight and talk about his song. Is it convenient for you? The one at home is not Will there be trouble?"

Jiang Yan sneered, what's the trouble?No kissing, no sex, purely working relationship, why would Cheng Jianyu make trouble?

Sure enough, Cheng Jianyu shook his head and nodded slowly, "It's okay, you can go."

Jiang Yan was in a better mood, and pinched his face, "So good."

Cheng Jianyu likes him so much that he has no bottom line, and will never say no to Jiang Yan. People around Jiang Yan know about this. Someone once asked Jiang Yan, where did he find such a beautiful and sensible thing like Cheng Jianyu?

After Jiang Yan left, it was getting dark and the empty house seemed even bigger. Cheng Jianyu slept on the table for a while, when the phone rang suddenly and woke him up.

[Caller: Chen Kai]

Cheng Jianyu's assistant in Bei Xinhong's studio is also the only friend in Shanghai. The two have attended classes at the police academy together, and Chen Kai is a few years older than Cheng Jianyu. served.

Cheng Jianyu's address has ranged from "Xiaoyu" to "Jianyu" and now "Brother Yu".

The status rises with the tide, and the spots are visible.

"Brother Yu, Boss Bei went mad after you left, and his face was so ugly, what did you say to him?"

Cheng Jianyu tapped his finger on the table, calmly said, "It's nothing, I said I want to resign."

Chen Kai was stunned, and wept with joy, "Father! You finally got rid of Boss Bei's clutches. From now on, the sea is wide and the sky is high for birds to fly!"

He paused, "If you want to start a business, take me with you, you are abandoning a teammate in the trenches! I seriously condemn your behavior!"

Cheng Jianyu snorted, "You just stay here obediently, and when my affairs are settled, you can come and clean the toilet for me."

"Sweeping the toilet is better left to An'an, I'll be your secretary, and ask about your health every day, just like you and Jiang Yan..."

"Okay, stop talking, you're fine, I'll hang up." Cheng Jianyu made a gesture to hang up the phone, Chen Kai hurriedly stopped him with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh approach', he was quiet for a few seconds, and said seriously, "Brother Yu, happy birthday."

Cheng Jianyu lowered his head, his eyes were warm, and he said softly, "Thank you."