Human food sex

For a person like Chi Gui, investigating an unknown little model is effortless.

As long as people live in the world, there will be traces. From social networks to offline activities, anyone who is willing to invest the corresponding time and financial resources knows everything.

In the era of big data, everyone is a transparent person.

From childhood to adulthood, Haiwan included family relationships, internet traces, schooling experience, work files, debts, every odd job he did after he came out, and every photo he took after signing the contract was sent to late by the efficient female assistant Xingye. Gui's private mailbox.

Facing nearly a thousand pornographic photos on the screen, Chi Gui frowned.He desperately needed a bottle of cold beer to calm down at this moment, and he walked to the refrigerator only to find that the stock at home was zero.

It was still raining outside, the clouds were thick, and the thunder was rumbling.It is estimated that it will take half an hour to go out with an umbrella and come back. This half hour is the time cost he will devote to this person in the bay.

Is it worth it, is it worth it.

After realizing that he had invested extra time thinking about whether it was worth it, Chigui decided to go out, otherwise the initial capital would be wasted and wasted.

Haiwan is not out of the community, and you don’t need too many oranges to squeeze orange juice. Buying two in the supermarket downstairs should not be too expensive.It is not the first time he has stepped into this supermarket chain, but it is the first time he has actually bought goods.

The oranges here, as Lu Xun said, are the Chinese cabbage tied with red strings across the ocean to Japan, and the price has risen accordingly.Haiwan doesn't read much. He heard this text when he was in school, and it immediately came to mind.

He picked two orange-red oranges, and happened to see Chi Gui picking beer in the freezer as he passed by the drink area.The beer here is also strange, a brown glass bottle, not even a label.

The old bastard was slightly surprised when he saw him, his pupils dilated and then shrunk in an instant.Haiwan ignored him and went to the cashier to pay the bill.

All the way back, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps behind him, and he knew who it was without guessing.

Speaking of which, he didn't offend Haiwan at all - except that when he was anxious and helpless and couldn't get in the door, instead of helping him, he closed the door and made sarcastic remarks.

According to Haiwan's temper, if others don't touch his bottom line which is so low in the dust, he will not have such great hostility.However, Chigui is different, and he can't say what is different specifically, but he wants to contradict him as soon as they meet.

With Chi Gui following behind him, he felt as if he couldn't walk anymore, and he could hardly control his turn.

I still remember that when I was in elementary school, a classmate who was exceptionally excellent in all aspects from family, appearance, academic performance, and conversational quality was transferred to the class—at least for him at the time.

That day, he was accidentally injured by his parents during a routine scuffle, and there was an ugly bruise on the side of his face.But his homeroom teacher didn't know what to think, and arranged the classmate who couldn't leave his white shirt at a young age to be next to him at the same table.

For the first time in his life, Haiwan experienced the strong contrast between heaven and hell.Looking at the white shirt, he felt ashamed. He used his dirty cuffs to cover the marks on his face all day long, and he also pretended to be idle with his chin resting on his shoulders. His shame swelled to an unprecedented level.

But the white shirt acted as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't see him and the scars on his face, and didn't care.

From then on, the image of the white shirt suddenly became sacred in his mind. He imitated the behavior of the white shirt, learned to be as polite as him, and imagined that one day he could wear a clean white shirt instead of the one that he wore all year round. Changed, old clothes that my cousin eliminated.

But he hates white shirts, people are so contradictory, in his heart he is envious of all the admiration attached to the white shirts, but he has to put on a look of disgust on his face, even seeing him feels like it hurts him.

He deliberately distanced himself from the white shirt, drew a line from him at the table, and did not allow him to cross the line. At the same time, he formed cliques with friends who were not good at studying in the class but were very popular, and did not associate with them.

Behind his back, he thought about everything about the white shirt: The new pen he saw yesterday by the trash can seemed to belong to him, and he wanted to take it back quietly and put it on his desk; the teacher taught him the text in the morning and asked him to read it aloud. The windows in the class should be closed well to avoid strong wind; catkins are flying all over the sky in spring, and there are little red spots on his face, and there happens to be a medical mask at home...

The white shirt still doesn't care, after all, his classmates who play well are dismissive of the Gulf and the like.

After that, there was no later, he fled that small town, cut off all ties with his hometown except debts, and finally put on a white shirt every day.

The young man's temperament is uncertain. He has forgotten the white shirt in his old and yellowed memory, but from time to time, when he looks up at the moon, he will still remember the person who once illuminated his life with a faint light.

Chigui is just like the white shirt back then, even better than the white shirt, he is more refined, more perfect, and more out of reach.

Haiwan no longer envied them. Over the years, he had seen so many gentlemen or rich and powerful people, but he had never seen one who was as clean as a belated return.

He respects the former and annoys the latter.

He didn't take the underground parking lot, which was farther away.When he entered the unit door, he was still making a video call, and the old bastard had already unlocked it with his fingerprint.The bay didn't stop, and got in sideways.

The elevator didn't land for a long time, and the old bastard waited at the door with a blank expression.The bay was two steps away from him, and he forgot to bring his mobile phone when he came out. Now he can only stare at the slowly falling elevator numbers with an embarrassed expression.

Chi returned to his own place, the rain dripped down the ribs of his umbrella onto his shoes, and his feet were muddy, not as neat and tidy as usual.Haiwan watched with cold eyes, feeling relieved for a while.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and the old bastard walked in first, entered his fingerprint and pressed the seventeenth floor—three times in a row.Bay followed him, stood in front of him to the right, huddled in the corner, wondering what was wrong with it.

Quiet and silent, only the sound of the elevator running can be heard in the cramped space.Haiwan felt that his hands and feet were more difficult to control than ever. He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Chi Gui just took half a step, and rushed into Lu Yuanzhou's figure, "Wanwan, come back—here..."

The old bastard dodged in time, brushed past him, brushed off his clothes and walked out.

Lu Yuanzhou was so angry that his face turned red, he tugged at Haiwan and said, "Damn it. I just touched him, as for? Still pat him, old snail bastard!"

Haiwan smiled and said, "Just now you said that he has nothing wrong with him other than being indifferent."

"That's from the boyfriend's perspective, he's really annoying to outsiders." Lu Yuanzhou slammed the door angrily, urging Haiwan to squeeze orange juice for him.

The neighbor next door came home late, took out a goblet, poured some beer and leaned against the sink to sip, his thoughts were racing, and suddenly the expression of Caiwan in the elevator appeared in front of his eyes, the amazing facial features, the tender baby face, There is also a pair of small canine teeth.

After thinking about it, the photos in the mailbox popped up again, all kinds of very seductive pornographic photos.

He sat back in front of the computer and carefully read the information on Haiwan. A typical low-level person, except for a face, there is nothing worthy of praise.

For people who grew up in such an environment, good looks are sometimes not only not capital, but original sin.Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. Things that cannot be grasped by current abilities will sometimes cause disasters.

Chi Gui clicked on the Weibo page, entered "Ecstaticboy" in the search bar, and found an ID with more than 7000 fans without having to look through it. The comments were very lively, and it seemed that most of them were active fans.

Looking at the pictures again, the bay is wearing a Snow White costume, a fox tail and rabbit ears, and a women's sailor suit with only panties underneath, all charming and masculine.

Continuing to slide down, Chi Gui snapped his fingers, and a short video suddenly flashed on the page.The stripped man covered himself with a towel, comforting himself.

It's cryptic, but you can tell what it's about at a glance.Maybe it's because the amount of transmission is not enough, and it hasn't been blocked yet.But under this ID, it is already the one with the most retweets and likes.

Chigui returned to the homepage again, saw a link to an online store in the introduction, copied it to the webpage, it was a very petty sex toy store.The page is neat and the pictures are neat, not the rude appearance in the traditional impression.

Every item—from clothes to utensils—is a bay in the product details, with mosaics on the key parts, and most of the face is covered, but those actions are clearly photos in the photo.

Chi Gui hooked the corner of his mouth.

It turned out to be the case.

Haiwan washed Lu Yuanzhou's empty glass of orange juice, put it on the cup rack, and asked him, "Are you hungry? What's for dinner?"

Lu Yuanzhou pointed to the glass in the corner, where Chi Gui was under him.The difference is that Haiwan prepares to make clear water vermicelli, while he makes seafood pasta.

The oysters all opened their mouths, sprinkled with rum, and paired with two pairs of sea prawns. You don’t need to eat it to know that it is delicious. "He eats so well, we eat so simple, the contrast is too obvious."

"Then you knock on the door and eat at his side." Haiwan fished out the noodles, fished the poached egg into his bowl, and added a lot of seasonings to it. "Come and eat, no matter how much you watch, you still can't change the fate of eating noodles tonight. The longer you watch, the more greedy you will be."

Lu Yuanzhou walked over with his mouth pursed, stirred the noodles twice, and took a bite: "Well...the taste is actually not bad."

"Let me tell you something serious." Haiwan said while eating his noodles, "I want to find a job, I wait all day to take pictures, and I can't afford the rent."

"Go to my dad's." Lu Yuanzhou unscrewed the mineral water by the pool and said, "I'll tell him."

Haiwan shook his head and said, "It's better to say goodbye, you and your father don't talk anymore. I've made up my mind, and I'll go to work in the hotel opposite."

Lu Yuanzhou walked to the window with the bowl in his hand. There were two buildings between the green mountains under the shade. They were the famous Royal Mountain View Hotel, a five-star hotel.

"It's not easy to get in there." He asked uncertainly: "You don't want to do the work of changing sheets and cleaning again, do you?"

Haiwan glanced at Chigui who was eating next door, shook his head and said, "No, I'm going to apply for jobs like welcoming guests or hotel waiters. The requirement is to be good-looking, and the conditions must be loose."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think." Lu Yuanzhou put the bowl into the sink, leaned back on the glass and said, "Look at him, he eats quite elegantly."

Haiwan turned on the faucet, washed the dishes and said, "Annoying is annoying, she looks really good."

Lu Yuanzhou smiled, and pointed his mouth at Chi Gui, who was playing with the computer after dinner next door, and asked, "Then are you tempted?"

"Why do you keep bringing me together with him?" Haiwan lay on the sofa and kicked his feet, "I only met two or three times, and you have already talked about it several times."

"Because he matches you, you two are so good-looking, the height difference is cute, and you live next door, how wonderful, it's a match made in heaven." Lu Yuanzhou rolled his eyes and smiled, "I'll be your matchmaker."

"I'm going to ask him for a phone number, you two have a chat, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay if you don't. It's a bit annoying to have a late temper, but the conditions are good. If he is your boyfriend, he will treat you in the future if he doesn't talk to anyone Well, how exciting."

"Farewell, I don't dare to provoke this kind of person." Haiwan waved his hands again and again: "You can introduce me to a down-to-earth person, who is similar to my qualifications."

"I'm telling the truth." Lu Yuanzhou said seriously, "It's not a big deal just to celebrate the holidays, so it won't delay our relationship with him."

"An honest person may not be reliable. You may not know how dark your heart is. What if you meet someone like your father again, what will you do?"

Haiwan poked his head over and looked at Chigui on the opposite side carefully. Apart from being good-looking, he couldn't think of any good words to describe him accurately with his poor vocabulary.

It's hard to sum up the feeling of late return with these two words. He is like a person standing on the clouds, indifferent, powerful, and beautiful, but at the same time, he has some uninhibited and unruly attitude that is ready to rebel against authority at any time.

"You buy vegetables in the market, buy them if you like them?" Haiwan said, "Don't talk about chasing them, I'll knock on his door, I guess he will have to remove the door panel to clean it."

"So you admit that you like him?" He seized the conversation and took the opportunity to ask: "How is it, isn't it?"

"I'm just making an analogy." Haiwan looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and said, "Actually, I really want to find someone to live with, so that I don't have to be like this now..."

"I'm not talking about looking for a meal ticket, I just want to have someone at home when I come home at night, I can talk about the troubles I encountered during the day, and I can take it with him when I have troubles, so that the sky won't fall... Anyway, that's what I mean .”

Lu Yuanzhou pursed his lips and rubbed his hair: "I understand, one person is different from two people." Then he turned his gaze to the next door, but there was no one there, "When I come home at night, my boyfriend will How nice it is to live next door."

Haiwan let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed his face and said, "There is no fan, so you can sleep by the window."

He complained endlessly, "Can you not be so stingy, what's wrong with turning on the air conditioner? It's like sweating, and you can save money and feed the dog, saving chicken thighs!"

"Okay, turn it on." Haiwan rummaged through the box, took out the remote control from the bedside cabinet, and pressed it a few times, but there was no response. "Is the air conditioner broken?"

Lu Yuanzhou didn't believe in evil, grabbed the remote control and pressed it hard twice, but there was still no response.

He was startled, opened the cover on the back, and cursed: "Damn it, who picked out the battery of the remote control of the air conditioner on a hot day! It's still early, why don't we go downstairs and buy two AA batteries?"

Haiwan looked at the time on the alarm clock and said hesitantly: "It's almost ten o'clock, and the supermarket across the street is closed. The one downstairs doesn't seem to be open 24 hours a day, so you can go ahead and make up."

"I can't make up, I'm afraid of the heat and you don't know." Lu Yuanzhou thought for a while, and then suggested: "Otherwise...you can borrow two batteries next door?"

"I'm not going!" Haiwan sternly refused.

He didn't want to set foot in the ice cellar where the snails were frozen.

Lu Yuanzhou grabbed his arm and rubbed it softly: "Go, go. If you touch it, my back is sweating. Do you have the heart to let your best friend die of heat in your bed? If I die of heat, Who will buy you milk tea and chicken chops?"

"I'm really afraid of you." Haiwan was so annoyed by his reading, he threw down his fan and put on his shirt, sighing, "I'll try it, if you get scolded, it's your fault."

"Okay, it's mine, go." Lu Yuanzhou rolled up the thin quilt very excitedly, with a triumphant expression, "It's best not to come back, just ask the secretary to bring me the batteries!"

Haiwan glared at him, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.

After waiting for him to leave, Lu Yuanzhou took out his mobile phone, typed two lines with a "dada" and sent it to his classmates who were far away across the ocean: "I tried my best, and he should be suspicious if this happens. You made Chi Gui take the initiative. "

"I can't say it, and he doesn't know about it. If I say it, his brain is sharp, and it won't be good if he finds out."

"We can't always let our family, Wanwan, take the initiative. You are the one who asked for marriage. What is that?" Lu Yuanzhou turned off the phone after typing.

He took out two new batteries from under the pillow and secretly threw them into the trash can.

"Thank you, little battery."