The seventh rule of the male god

——Don't try to turn around, you are a pawn in chess, you can only move forward.

New York is a city at the intersection of fashion and ordinary, where there is a saying "If you let New York know you, the whole world will know you."

One can imagine what a legendary city this is.

On the street, the blonde girl galloped by in the wind on her red high-heeled shoes, and the flying skirt brought a smell of Farndo perfume. In the distance, there was a long line of hot dog shops, and the tables were feasting.

The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and there was a "squeak" sound.

The young man standing by the side of the street wore a warm yellow turtleneck thin sweater, light beige casual trousers, white sneakers, and a plaid long scarf wrapped around his neck, covering the lower half of his face, with black broken hair.

He stood under a tree, his black eyes looked at the autumn yellow leaves.

Foreign girls are more bold and unrestrained, and after a while, girls will come forward to strike up a conversation.

Yun Changfeng has a good face, superb language skills, and a bad and pure feeling that makes people feel good. Finally, under the leadership of a blond girl, Yun Changfeng found his small villa to express his gratitude.

Before parting, Yun Changfeng gave the girl a big farewell kiss. Although the girl has an unrestrained personality, her kissing skills are jerky, but she is very cute.

The atmosphere intensified, and the two seemed to have a tendency to fight wildly.

The door of the villa suddenly opened from the inside, and Yuan Chengguang stood quietly at the door. He was wearing a DiroHomme new shirt with unique details, looking gentle and reserved.

Yuan Chengguang watched the two separate, and softly said to the girl: "Beautiful lady, I will be jealous if you kiss my boyfriend."

The girl looked at Yuan Chengguang's gentle and perfect face, she screamed and her cheeks turned red, "Sorry, I don't know, can Yuan give me an autograph?"

As she said that, the girl took out the notebook and the green highlighter from her backpack, took out the photo of Yuan Chengguang from the notebook, and handed it to Yuan Chengguang with shining eyes.

The photo is of Hokkaido, Japan, covered with heavy snow, Yuan Chengguang is standing in the snow, next to an old and lovely cabin, his face is slightly sideways, handsome and in a mess, the snow is falling on his black hair—extremely beautiful—— The sky blue eyes are exactly the same color as the sky in the distance.

Thumping, sad and tender.

Yun Changfeng raised his forehead, and sure enough, one of the two was a fan of Yuan Chengguang.

Yuan Chengguang took the photo and pen and asked softly.

"Sulin." The girl blushed, shy and cute: "What's your name?"

"A nice name." Yuan Chengguang's tone is always soft, giving people a sense of detachment from the world. He lowered his head and wrote with a highlighter on the back of the photo——

To Sulin, happy forever.

Then leave your name in artistic style on the back.

Yuan Chengguang returned the photo and pen to Sulin, and said sincerely: "Sulin, can you not tell others that I already have a lover? That would be very troublesome, and it would also affect the lives of me and my lover."

Yun Changfeng: "..."

If you read correctly, Yuan Chengguang is a beauty trick?

"Ah? Mmmmm! Okay." The girl looked at the words on the back of the photo, and was so moved that she was about to cry. She loved her idol very much, and when she heard his words, she nodded vigorously and made a promise.

An idol is such a thing. It seems that it has nothing to do with you, but it is also inexplicable to be touched by his smile and words for no reason.

Until the girl left, Yun Changfeng changed his shoes, walked into his villa, sat on the couch, and asked boredly, "What are you doing here?"

Yuan Chengguang closed the door and replied, "Take care of you."

"Really? If you said to monitor me, I might consider letting you stay. If you are like this, I don't need to stay."

"...Well, I'm here to spy on you." Yuan Chengguang changed his words with a smile: "And you can't drive me away, I'm a public figure. It's not my responsibility."

You also know that you are a public figure... No, you are a public figure!

Having said that, Yuan Chengguang left the next day, and Yun Changfeng also flew to Argentina.

Argentina is a lively and unrestrained gypsy style. People wear colorful clothes, and a bunch of bright red sapo flowers are slanted on the temples of girls.

Yun Changfeng went to Houston first, just like ordinary tourists, wearing cheap white shirts and black sweater vests, ripped blue and white jeans, and neck sneakers, like a student from a foreign country, carrying a QUEBEC-Quebec backpack, walking and stopping along the way .

On the third day, he met an old guitarist on the street. The guitarist was very enthusiastic and taught him to play the guitar. When Yun Changfeng became interested, he wandered with him and sang on the street with him. A treat for the soul.

Everyone has a story behind them. The old guitarist didn’t tell Yun Changfeng his story, but just told him that what people are most afraid of is forgetting and being forgotten, but if they are afraid, they will gradually get used to forgetting and being forgotten. Forgotten, so after getting used to it, you have learned to enjoy being alone.

Yun Changfeng feels that the old guitarist is simply a philosopher of life, how suitable this sentence is for him now.

After playing for a few days, he said goodbye to the old guitarist with his bag on his back, and set off for Buenos Aires, Argentina. Before parting, the old guitarist gave him a small wooden pocket guitar, which was very cute.

After getting off the plane, Yun Changfeng felt a little uncomfortable. The wound on his body was aching, and his right arm hurt when he moved.

Especially when the girls around him were discussing Yuan Chengguang's world tour concert enthusiastically in English, Yun Changfeng almost crushed the pocket guitar strapped to his wrist.

After buying a few sets of clothes in the mall, staying in a hotel, and asking the waiter to deliver the food to the room, Yun Changfeng took a quick shower.

There are still three days before the time agreed by the four of KF.

The doorbell rang, and then a waiter in a black and white uniform pushed a food cart into the room, and at a glance, he saw a young man sitting on the bed with a bone china cup full of hot tea watching the night scene outside the window.

The young man was only wearing a piece of CK white underwear and a bathrobe, which had not yet been fastened. The perfect slender figure was unobstructed, and the black broken hair was still dripping, sliding down the beautiful neck, collarbone, chest, waist, lower abdomen...

"Has anyone ever said that you look like the fox demon in ancient Chinese mythology?"

The waiter raised his head, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and he smiled familiarly.

Yun Chang didn't even move the wind, took a sip of hot tea, and his cooling body gradually returned to temperature.

"It's really an irrational choice to rashly appear in front of someone who wants to kill you."

The night view of Buenos Aires is not bad, with the extreme temptation unique to big cities. His room is located on the seventh floor. Although it is not so clear, it is still a good perspective.

Wei pushed the food cart to the side of the bed, his eyes were like light and sharp blades, sliding across Yun Changfeng's body inch by inch: "Well, I'm very interested in you."

"Body? I don't mind." Yun Changfeng raised his eyebrows and turned around, sitting on the bed almost naked, "Didn't you say you will see the outcome in bed?"

Tail curled lips and smiled, pressed Yun Changfeng's back neck forcefully and kissed him, Yun Changfeng raised his head to respond, his lips and teeth intertwined, the tip of his tongue lingered, the two exchanged breath, saliva, a strong tingling sensation It spread all the way up from the spine and coccyx, accompanied by a few low gasps that overflowed involuntarily.

Yun Changfeng's hand reached into Wei's clothes from under the hem, and slowly stroked his waist. The temperature of his fingers was low, and when they touched the warm body, his fingers rubbed back and forth unconsciously.

Tail looked down at him, and the downcast corners of his eyes cast a light shadow on his handsome face, deepening the kiss, rubbing his hands on the back of Yun Changfeng's neck, and then sliding down the smooth, bare shoulders, clearly fair and fair. Knead gently with your fingers.

Yun Changfeng separated from Wei's lips, the protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, his lips bit on Wei's shirt buttons, his tongue moved flexibly, and slowly unbuttoned one by one under Wei's sight, seductive and provocative.

Before they knew it, they both fell on the big hotel bed, Wei's clothes had been unbuttoned, half opened and half closed.

Yun Changfeng was pressed under him, his hand stroked Tai's smooth back and then moved down little by little, soft and indifferent, his fingers wandered through a layer of fabric on Tai's buttocks, Tai grabbed his hand with his backhand, The breath is dangerous: "Think beautifully."

The naked chests of the two were pressed together, their breaths overlapped and undulated, and a bright and dripping Parisian tender rock red rose on the food cart exuded a scarlet sweet fragrance, like a mixture of aphrodisiacs.

"Really?" Yun Changfeng just asked back.

One hand slid down Wei's chest suddenly, and stopped at the lower abdomen vaguely, while the other hand broke free from Tai's useless hand, and jumped up to stop at the back instead.

"I can feel the aura of killing." Wei buried his face on Yun Changfeng's shoulder, and let out a low smile, in a tone that seemed genuine and false.

"Ah."

Suddenly, neither of them moved. A sharp Swiss Army knife was pressed against the back of the tail, and a Five-Eight semi-automatic pistol was pressed against the back of Yun Changfeng's neck.

heart, brain.

"As I said, it's really an irrational choice to rashly appear in front of someone who wants to kill you."

Yun Changfeng spoke as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't care about the cold pistol on the back of his neck.

Wei smiled very nicely, and licked Yun Changfeng's collarbone with the tip of his tongue:

"You also said that a bartender can read a customer's mood."