no way

Everything is just a flash, but for Zhang Cong, it is slow motion.So slow that it seemed to last his whole life.In his life, it seemed that there was only this one kiss, and the rest of his life flew by like a horse. His past and future were crushed into mud under the hooves of the white horse, and he was scattered by the cold wind, and disappeared in chaos in the world. do.

Yan Jianghe asked him why he was sorry.Zhang Cong knew that Yan Jianghe had never been sorry for him.It's all about himself, it's him who is sorry for Yan Jianghe.

He held it in for so long, and once he got angry three times in a row, he finally went completely hysterical.

Zhang Cong's lips were pressed against Yan Jianghe's, and the touch was softer than expected.He saw Yan Jianghe staring in disbelief.

Zhang Cong didn't like how Yan Jianghe treated him with such shocked eyes, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't look at him.With the tip of his tongue forcefully prying open Yan Jianghe's teeth, he tasted the fragrance of mint toothpaste.

Yan Jianghe should have brushed his teeth in the shower just now.

Zhang Cong greedily seized Yan Jianghe's breath, invading inch by inch.However, his aggressive kiss did not last as rough as it should have been. The "anxiety" died suddenly the moment their lips and teeth collided. On the contrary, it gradually developed a deep warmth, and even a rare trembling caution.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Cong didn't care about being smashed to pieces, tossed in the undercurrent of time.Therefore, he never took seriously the so-called "salvation" praised by the praises of the world.He just wanted Yan Jianghe.Want to keep this person in mind.

Zhang Cong didn't regret courting death, so for the first time he gained the courage to face death as home.Maintaining the status quo and dying in "Gentle Township" has become Zhang Cong's self-deceiving ideal.

He wants nothing.Only this person.

And Yan Jianghe, who was crushed under him, had his scalp numb, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by five thunderbolts.

Yan Jianghe couldn't catch Zhang Cong's sudden kiss.He was so scared that he forgot to push.It wasn't until the tip of Zhang Cong's hot tongue brushed his palate that Yan Jianghe shivered violently.

Yan Jianghe couldn't get up in one breath, so he didn't split his trachea.He reached out and pushed Zhang Cong hard.

Pushed by him, Zhang Cong frowned, tried his best to refuse to get up, and lay facelessly on Yan Jianghe's body.In the end he was pushed and annoyed, finally annoyed.Zhang Cong thought, "Why can't you be more obedient?"

So Zhang Cong reached down with one hand, as if maliciously retaliating, and rubbed Yan Jianghe heavily underneath.

This is tantamount to killing Yan Jianghe.A hot fire burst out from Zhang Cong's palm immediately, burning Yan Jianghe's whole body.

Yan Jianghe let out a dull sound in his throat, and he pushed his knee up desperately, directly hitting Zhang Cong's abdomen.

Zhang Congsheng was hit, and his teeth broke his tongue.The corner of his mouth twitched in pain, and he held back without making a sound, and the smell of blood immediately overflowed from his mouth.

Zhang Cong was finally slapped away by Yan Jianghe.

Zhang Cong sat on the other side of the sofa, blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth.With the sun behind his back, he stared straight at Yan Jiang why didn't he give up, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

On the back of his hand, the white skin was set off by a smeared bright red blood, which was particularly eye-catching.

Yan Jianghe was panting heavily, and there was also the smell of white-eyed wolf's blood in his mouth.He was so startled that his arteries were clogged, his whole body was stiff, and he stared at the ceiling in bewilderment. After staring for tens of seconds, he regained his sanity and slowly got up.

Yan Jianghe looked at Zhang Cong on the opposite side, and his damned physical reaction, as if he had seen eight hundred generations of ancestors. He wanted to pounce on this rebellious bastard and tear it into pieces, throwing it into the oil pan to roll out a layer of crispy fried skin.

It's a pity that he can't live or die.At Yan Jianghe's age, no matter how dull and unexpected he is, he is still clear enough about what Zhang Cong's kiss full of passion/desire and his transgressive behavior just now mean.

Besides, his same-sex love was not unheard of.Yan Jianghe wouldn't inquire about other people's privacy, but as his good friend Zhong Ning, he already knew about it years ago.

"You..." Yan Jianghe was speechless, the word "you" burst out, and he ran out of ammunition and food immediately.

His usual ability to wag his lips and tongue must have been abolished, and his whole person is finished.

Yan Meitong began to be in a mess again, a gloriously injured head was basically hopeless, and the preliminary diagnosis was that he was mentally retarded after being smashed.

Its eyes are only for watching, and it doesn't even look at the fart atmosphere, but it dares to jump up and stamp on Yan Jianghe's legs.

If it weren't for the meat pad stepping on the legs, and the soft touch can awaken human nature, Yan Jianghe would have kicked it on Zhang Cong's face.The two on the left and right are beasts, let them stick to their faces and forget it.

Zhang Cong observed Yan Jianghe's reaction as if in sedation, and the blood in his mouth became more and more intense.

Zhang Cong opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue hurt so much that he couldn't feel it, blood stained his pale lips red: "I..."

Yan Jiang He Deng was frightened again, his hands were faster than his brain, quickly picked up the whole pack of paper on the coffee table, and threw it at Zhang Cong's blood-beaded lower lip to block: "Get out!"

Zhang Cong had no expression on his face, and stretched out his hand. His five fingers were like iron grippers, and he grabbed the tissue that flew over.Then Zhang Cong glanced at Yan Jianghe again, gently put the tissue back on the coffee table, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his mouth.

Yan Jianghe glared at Zhang Cong's back fiercely, wishing to dislocate his eyeballs.Yan Meitong was finally pushed aside by his toes, and the unlucky cat was full of grievances, and his dilapidated head was pushed into the crack of the sofa.

Yan Jianghe glanced again, and there was still a drop of crystal blood on the leather surface of the armrest of the sofa, which fell out of Zhang Cong's mouth.

Looking at Zhang Cong again, he was tilting his head and washing under the tap.There was diluted red blood in the pool, which circled counterclockwise several times at the bottom until the color became lighter before disappearing and flowing away.

Zhang Cong rushed for a while, and when he turned off the tap, the blood had stopped.He opened his mouth in the mirror and looked at it. Although the wound wasn't superficial, it wasn't too big. It shouldn't be a problem if he sprayed some medicine for a few days.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhang Cong felt a kind of calmness after madness.Like a storm destroying the gentle tropical rainforest, leaving a dusty tranquility.The heart stored in his chest seemed to have stopped beating, but it was still tenaciously alive, and it was still hot.

Zhang Cong slowly took a deep breath into the bottom of his lungs.As soon as he turned around and took a step out of the threshold of the bathroom, there was a "bang" sound from the door closing.It must have been filled with rage, and the voice was so loud that it almost echoed twice in the living room.

Zhang Cong froze for a moment, realizing that Yan Jianghe ran away without waiting for him to come out.

Zhang Cong stayed on the spot for a while before going out, and Yan Jianghe was gone.Zhang Cong went to the sofa again, took a look around, wiped the towel that Yan Jianghe threw on the back of the sofa earlier, dried it, and cleaned up the blood dripping on the armrest of the sofa.

He squinted his eyes to stare at Yan Meitong's tail, pulled Yan Meitong over, and said to Maoyan: "Did you see, he escaped."

Zhang Cong knew Yan Jianghe.Therefore, he thought that it might not be a bad thing for Yan Jianghe to choose to slam the door and leave.At least not the worst.

According to Yan Jianghe's temper, Zhang Cong was ready to be beaten to death by him just now.Or why Yan Jiang would sweep him out with a cold face and tell him to die from now on.Yan Jianghe never takes the initiative to put himself in a difficult situation, let alone shrink back.

Zhang Cong was most afraid that Yan Jianghe would stand still and face the battle head-on, so he even waved his hand and dismissed him with disdain.If so, Zhang Cong would open the window, jump out with his head down, and die without a place to bury him.

But if there are a total of [-] steps, even if Yan Jiang didn't move forward, why not retreat instead.Zhang Congpao was also willing to crawl to his feet.

Yan Jianghe's retreating posture is actually not very elegant, contrary to his usual pretentiousness.He fled in a hurry, as useless as a dry cornbread.

Yan Jianghe was sitting in a taxi at the moment, and the driver just turned around and asked him where he was going.

"Ah..." Yan Jianghe swallowed his throat, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, you can open it casually first."

Taxi driver: "..."

The customer is God, and this driver belongs to the category with excellent professional quality.He kept his mouth shut and didn't speak. He only looked at Yan Jianghe from the rearview mirror for two seconds, the psychopath, and then drove in silence.

Yan Jianghe looked at himself twice. He is now wearing a T-shirt and a pair of big trousers. It's really pitiful.Another glance at the shoes is even more incredible.

When he was going out, Zhang Cong was about to come out of the bathroom.Yan Jianghe was angry and anxious, put on a pair of sneakers at the door and left, only to find out that the shoes belonged to Zhang Cong.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

The more Yan Jianghe looked at it, the more hesitant he became, and he had to think hysterically: "The one who has lost his conscience is that son of a bitch, what the hell should I do?"

Yan Jianghe was so annoyed that he took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers - fortunately, he was able to pick up the mobile phone before he left, and he was able to pick it up and take it with him, otherwise he would really have to squat at the intersection and set up a stall to beg for food.

Yan Jianghe opened WeChat and found that half of the message he had sent back to Jiang Rui had been sent out somehow.

It's just that it's so unsightly - "It's okay, there is no need for qingchgsn for this matter".

Jiang Rui put a question mark on him below, and a dog's head shaking expression.

Yan Jianghe: "..."

Yan Jianghe closed his eyes, and silently replied to Jiang Rui: "There was something wrong just now, I'm sorry. You don't need to eat."

After answering, he was not in the mood to care what Jiang Rui said, opened the address book, and called Zhong Ning.

Zhong Ning seemed to be sleeping, answering the phone slowly, and his voice was confused: "Hello, Jiang He?"

"Where are you?" Yan Jianghe asked old-fashionedly, "Are you in Azure? If you are, I will go there now."

"I'm here." Zhong Ning was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Yan Jianghe to say Azure, "Why do you want to come here suddenly? What's the matter?"

Yan Jianghe said angrily, "Let's talk about it when we get there."

"...All right." Zhong Ning said, "I just slept in the office. Let's go to the fourth floor. Get you a bottle of good wine? I just finished drinking at noon, can you do it?"

"Farewell." Yan Jianghe looked like a clown in his current outfit. He didn't intend to go to the bar to make a fool of himself. "Just wait for me in the office."

Zhong Ning was still at a loss and couldn't find Bei, but he still answered Yan Jianghe.

Yan Jianghe hung up the phone, leaned his head back on the car seat, and said to the driver in the driver's seat: "Master, turn around and go to Azure, Zhong Shuixi."