lonely city, lonely love

The night was cold, and Gu Anfeng's voice was very loud, hitting Sheng Xilan's eardrums one after another. The man stopped, stretched out his hand to cover between the boy's fair legs, and slowly exerted force. Smile, looming.

"You don't feel nothing, do you?"

The voice breathed on Ruolan right next to his ear, and finally his big hands occupied Gu Anfeng's mouth bit by bit, entangled his tongue, and played with it, the air became ambiguous in such an instant.

Gu Anfeng hated himself, it seemed that he was changed by Sheng Xilan in just a short period of time, and he was no longer himself.Dodging her slender fingers, she looked at the man angrily, "Sheng Xilan, stop."

Sheng Xilan smiled without saying a word, his eyes were cold, lingering with deep anger, he stretched out his hand to pinch Gu Anfeng's chin, forcing him to look up at him, condescending, with a smile on his face, but the coldness made Gu Anfeng involuntarily afraid, "Are you here?" Fear."

Just a slight trembling made Sheng Xilan feel displeased, his eyes suddenly lost a little warmth, and the continuous force of his hands felt as if he was going to pinch this jaw. Sheng Xilan sighed, looked at the beauty close at hand, and lowered his head Kissing and licking, like a large canine, focused on getting this face wet and bringing its own taste.

"An Feng, you're not a mistress." Sheng Xilan replied softly, and finally wrapped his arms around Gu Anfeng's neck, pressing his whole body heavily on Gu Anfeng's body, "An Feng, you know, why do you speak so meanly about yourself?"

Gu Anfeng stiffened all over, looked at the man's black hair, finally sighed, stretched out his hand, and touched it lightly, maybe he was too hypocritical.The world doesn't have much tolerance for people like him, so why bother asking for trouble?

Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, the footsteps were hurried, and Cheng Ran's voice sounded, "Xilan! Xilan!"

"Miss Cheng Ran, may I ask, is your fiancé in there?"

"May I ask if you are an unmarried couple? Are you trying to cover up the person inside? Or is Sheng Xilan a homosexual at all?"

The reporters who stayed up in the middle of the night suddenly started arguing. Gu Anfeng's whole body began to stiffen. The quarrel outside continued. In the end, Cheng Ran became a little impatient, "Can you please stop arguing, you guys are not sleeping in the middle of the night, come to me What are you doing here?"

But the title only paused for a second, and then continued in the next second.

Sheng Xilan's eyes were deep, looking at Gu Anfeng in his arms, with dark pupils, holding back his dissatisfaction, but he had opinions, but in the next second, no one would have thought that the door opened!

The reporter rushed in with long guns and short cannons!

Gu Anfeng stiffened all over. At this moment, he was so embarrassed that he could see what the people inside were doing at a glance.The crackling sound of taking pictures was like a whip on his body, and before he could shout, he threw himself naked under the field of vision.

In the next second, the quilt wrapped him tightly, and Sheng Xilan's voice came from outside, cold and murderous, "What are you doing?"

The reporter continued to take pictures and record the video, with a serious voice, but everyone could hear the joy in it. There is nothing more pleasing than this. This is big news.

"Excuse me, does your fiancée know that you have a room with someone else?"

On the contrary, Sheng Xilan calmed down a lot, and looked at Cheng Ran coldly. She was only wearing a thin white pajamas, and her complexion was not good. It was obvious that she had endured this matter to the limit, and laughed, "You think she knows now ?"

"Is it Gu Anfeng under the quilt?" The reporter refused to let go, staring at the quilt closely, wishing he could go forward and lift the quilt immediately.But the man's aura is too strong, so he can only take the next best thing and stand in place to interview.

"You don't need to know." Sheng Xilan looked around, and finally let go of his hands on the quilt calmly, squinting his eyes, displeased, with a strong body and muscles criss-crossing, "Put down what you are holding, and take a picture like that Do you have a chance to upload it?"

The reporter laughed, "Are you threatening us?"

"I'm just talking casually, who told you to come here, you can go out now." Sheng Xilan lit a cigarette, glanced casually at the machine, the deep chill in his eyes completely radiated his aura to the fullest.

"Ours is a live broadcast." The reporter smiled triumphantly, and without looking at Sheng Xilan's face, he reached out to lift the quilt.

But before his hand touched the quilt, he was grabbed by a big hand, and soon he heard the screams of reporters and everyone's breathing.

This reporter's wrist was twisted!

Sheng Xilan looked around calmly. When the smoke was lingering, he narrowed his eyes, looked at the machine, and said casually, "Live broadcast?"

No one answered, and some people had silently put their machines down.

A group of people were in a huge room, but it was not crowded. The people on the bed remained motionless, and everyone was extremely quiet.

The reporter was trembling all over, terrified, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He rushed over suddenly, with a hideous face, grinning his teeth, "I just want to see who this person is!"

Sheng Xilan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he kicked past.

He pressed heavily against the side of the bed. Before he could reach out, he was picked up by the man and thrown on the ground. His eyes were completely cold, and he looked around at the rest of the people. He curled his mouth and exerted force on his feet. The reporter under him immediately screamed. , extremely miserable, "I said, get out."

Cheng Ran took a step forward, pushed Sheng Xilan away, cleaned himself up, looked at everyone, and finally said impatiently, "Go back, but give me what you have in your hand."

The reporter was not reconciled, but the man stood at the door, smoking a cigarette, making it clear that this matter would not pass easily, as long as he handed over everything in his hand.

A farce, just like this, I don't know when it started, and it ended like this.

Gu Anfeng hid under the quilt motionless, and finally everyone left. The man finished smoking, came back, and lifted the quilt, with distress in his eyes, "An Feng, don't cry."

"Am I crying?" As if he had just realized it, Gu Anfeng touched his face, which turned out to be icy cold. Do you want the mistress who was caught and raped in bed?"

Stiff all over, Sheng Xilan couldn't believe that these words came out of Gu Anfeng's mouth, and stared at him closely without blinking.