Pastel Colors

Day1505:08

The press conference was coming to an end, and there were not many spectators who left early, and there were only a few people in twos and threes in the open-air parking lot.Taking advantage of this gap, He Zhiyuan leaned on the hood and made a "spot check call" to Songran.

The other party picked it up quickly, but they didn't say a word after connecting, and didn't even say hello.

This is quite different from He Zhiyuan's expectation.

He asked in surprise, "Songran, what's the matter?"

Song Ran was still silent, and there was only a long and moist breath in the receiver.He Zhiyuan called him several times, but still didn't get a response, he felt faintly uneasy, his smile disappeared, and his expression became serious.

Is he too optimistic?

He wanted to give Songran a surprise, so he deliberately concealed today's arrangement, but what if Songran didn't like too high-profile confessions, and didn't want to be "come out" in public?

Then he would be in big trouble.

"Songran, today's matter, I... I may be too self-assessed."

He Zhiyuan was a little flustered and didn't know how to express it properly.The eloquent Mr. Elite stepped off the stage, facing his little boyfriend, he was more nervous than facing 3000 people: "I admit my mistake to you. If you feel unhappy, feel free to scold me. I am willing to accept all your emotions, but don't Don't talk, okay?"

But the opposite side just doesn't speak.

It took the two of them three minutes to do this, and He Zhiyuan's mood became heavier and heavier.Holding on to the cold hood, he watched the number of pedestrians in the parking lot change from less to more, and felt a pain in his chest—he thought Song Ran would be overwhelmed with excitement, and when he answered the phone, he poured out his love to him incoherently. Wrong, ended up in the opposite direction.

Probably screwed up this time.

At five o'clock in the morning, a faint ray of sunlight shone into the living room, making the furniture in the dark show a hazy silhouette.The lid of the laptop was closed, and Songran lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling without saying a word, as if to stare a hole out of thin air.

He didn't hang out with He Zhiyuan for no reason.

He is really angry.

After He Zhiyuan stepped down, he didn't listen much during the second half of the press conference.It took him a long time to get away from the excitement and start to think about some issues, including an important detail-whether Mr. He and the male god fit together at the press conference were purely coincidental or premeditated.

It took him ten seconds to find the correct answer - of course it was premeditated.

Evidence in court: Bubu.

He was kept in the dark by Boubo before, and he didn't think about it at all. Now that he went back and peeled off the cocoon, he suddenly found that the child had leaked countless times—thanks to his quick response, he made up for it in time, otherwise he would have been screwed.

The moment he figured out the ins and outs, Song Ran was so anxious that he rushed into the bedroom and wanted to lift the little liar out of the hot bed - just thinking about it, it still hurts.He was so angry that he ran outside to find a pen, and childishly drew an angry expression on Bu Bu's face, pretending to have vented his anger, and came out angrily.

Two crooks, one big and one small, cooperated behind his back, and the little crook couldn't bear to be beaten, so he had to beat the big crook.

So Mr. He was let go.

When the call time reached 4 minutes, He Zhiyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said in a deep voice, "Songran, talk!"

The tone is seven points severe.

Song Ran was not fooled by him, bent his lips, and laughed jokingly: "Mr. He, I regret it. After watching your press conference, I decided to take back my previous sentence—the one that I like you more."

He Zhiyuan was in a hurry: "Songran, calm down, don't be arrogant, we haven't reached that point. We can still talk about the press conference..."

"Don't talk, don't listen, and don't calm down." Song Ran insisted on the three no's principle, "I'm just making trouble for no reason, how about it?"

He Zhiyuan put his hands on his forehead, holding a bitter breath in his heart.

In the distance, the gates of the theater opened, and the crowd filed out.A few reporters noticed him with keen eyes, and rushed over with long guns and short cannons, apparently wanting to earn a private interview after the press conference.He waved his hand, indicating that it was inconvenient, and quickly opened the car door and sat in.

joke.

Made a big mistake and was busy coaxing my wife.

The reporters seemed unwilling to give up, hovering ten meters away, looking like they wanted to wait until he finished his call.He Zhiyuan was under attack, so he immediately put on his seat belt, started the car, controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and drove a few blocks with an extremely cunning route.

As he was driving, his face suddenly changed.

The sound insulation in the car is excellent, and there is almost no noise. He clearly heard a section of heavy breathing from the mobile phone—not the normal kind of breathing sound, it is too sticky, the tail is hooked, and there is a small tremor Son, a little ambiguous moan leaked out from time to time, and the lustful atmosphere was so strong that it couldn't be hidden.

He Zhiyuan frowned, and asked in a cold voice: "Songran, what are you doing?!"

The other side took a few breaths with a smile, and said intermittently: "I am here, thinking about him...he is so good, stays in the painting obediently, does not lie to me, how is it like you, who says he likes me, but hides it from me It's like... um... like a fool..."

boom!

The sports car slanted into the parking space, braked suddenly, and the tire hit the concrete parking pier directly.

He Zhiyuan gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring ahead, his pupils were as black as ink.

"You like him, but not me?"

Song Ran chuckled: "Are you angry?"

He Zhiyuan: "Very angry."

"Then get angry, anyway, anyway, I only like him, and when I do it, I miss him, not you...ah!" After breathing for a while, he said again, "Stand aside for me, listen carefully, listen to how much I like him, breathe for him, cry for him... just be jealous, liar... um... people Scum, bastard!"

He Zhiyuan imagined the sexy scene on the other end of the phone, and slammed the steering wheel hard, causing the veins on the back of his hand to burst out one by one.

The crotch was hard and fast, the erect cock stretched against the fabric, growling hungrily in the jungle.

What can he do?

Song Ran masturbates while thinking about him almost in a provocative way, what can he do?

"Liar, scum, bastard..." Song Ran repeated these three words back and forth, panting slowly, "You knew it a long time ago, but you didn't tell me, leaving me alone to struggle... Are you bad or not? You say you are bad or not?"

"Bad, I'm so bad, it's all my fault." He Zhiyuan quickly smoothed his hair for him, and coaxed, "Baby, I apologize to you. Forgive me, okay?"

"not good."

Song Ran flatly refused.

He was lying on the sofa, with his neck up, his legs bent, his right knee resting on the back of the sofa, and his left knee flat, opening a very unreserved angle.The panties have been taken off to the bottom of the legs, barely covering half of the buttocks, and the throbbing genitals are looming inside, showing a healthy and fresh pink color.

His hands were inserted into his panties, and the rhythm of masturbation was very intense, and the head of the cock hit the fabric frequently, constantly protruding out of the convex shape.

Two buttons of the pajamas were undone, and an undulating line continued from the Adam's apple to the collarbone. With the movement of swallowing, the line slid and undulated like water waves, and a layer of fine beads of sweat emerged from the white skin.

He gasped heavily, and said to He Zhiyuan: "You... have no idea how much I like him... The first time I saw him, seeing him backing up, I thought, I'm going to be finished, I'm going to be finished, There is no way to save it... I fell into it without even knowing who he is... But, he does not belong to me! He is married, a father, and has a family, something I must never touch... Then , what should I do? I can't put it down, I can't touch it... I thought, let me sneak a look at him, so that he won't find out... But his car, that Infiniti... are all broken cars Ah, I've been searching for more than 40 days, but I haven't even found a shadow!"

"..."

He Zhiyuan only felt that his chest was suffocated, and his heart ached faintly - how could he have imagined that a one-sided relationship without even leaving a trace of forty days ago would disrupt Songran's life like this.

Song Ran rubbed it hard again, feeling even more angry: "Where's your car, have you sold it? Are you selling your car?"

He Zhiyuan was very embarrassed.

"I have three cars, two German and one Japanese. Infiniti doesn't drive very often, and most of the time it's parked in the garage. The day you met me, the other two Germans should have been sent for maintenance..."

"Why buy it if you don't drive it? Steel plates and tires are very valuable!"

Song Ran snapped back viciously.

He was on the verge of orgasm, more emotionally sensitive than ever.The body is tense, and the whole body is like a pot of high-temperature hot oil, crackling and sprinkling oil, and it will explode when touched.

The soft glans was hurt by the cloth, he was very irritable, he simply raised his waist, tore off a large part of his panties, and a penis with a pretty good shape and size popped out. After a big scene, I was particularly emotional, and after only a few minutes of masturbation, the top was already soaked, and the prostatic fluid flowed out from the dilated holes, which was sticky and thick.

Song Ran held herself tightly, her wrists swung rapidly, and her breathing became more and more messy.

"Speak, talk..." His tone softened, and he begged softly, "Let me hear your voice..."

He Zhiyuan asked: "What?

Songran hummed with a strong nasal voice: "Just say the kind...you like me, love me, pet me and so on...it's shameless to say, the less shameless the better...Hurry up, hurry up!"

He Zhiyuan smiled: "Okay."

This volatile young man would shoot at him for a while, and ask him for sweets for a while, and he was really lovable.

He leaned back in his chair, held his mobile phone, and said slowly: "Songran, I'm that liar, scum, and bastard who lives opposite your door. I'm sorry, but on the day we were supposed to meet, I didn't I looked at other places, but I couldn’t see you. Fortunately, you are not as stupid as me. Thank you for not giving up on me. I persisted until today, and found me, a lost blind man, and did not let me fall into a lifetime. Single. I promise, nothing like this will ever happen again, I will always look at you, even if you are not looking at me..."

"Who wants... who wants to listen to this! Those who love me, spoil me... those who are so sweet... those?"

Song Ran couldn't stand He Zhiyuan's serious confession, quickly interrupted him, bit his lips tightly, a moan soaked in lust leaked from his nose, his hands moved faster and faster, his waist was slightly raised, his calves were trembling, obviously he ejaculated quickly up.

He Zhiyuan obeyed his wishes, and said in a deep and sexy voice: "Baby, be good, I like you...I love you."

"what!"

Song Ran uttered a panicked whimper, and felt a strong electric current paralyze his lower abdomen directly from his ears, his waist straightened up instinctively, his penis suddenly became so sore, and he shook uncontrollably, he didn't even give him a chance to endure it. Pupu ejaculated several times, and a puddle of salty milky white liquid spread on the belly, even the pajamas were not spared.

During the ejaculation process, except for He Zhiyuan's "baby", his mind was blank.

too frightening.

More refreshing than any previous masturbation.

After the hearty ejaculation was over, Song Ran slammed back on the sofa heavily, breathing heavily like a fish thirsty for water in the dry land and under the scorching sun.

Suddenly I feel like crying.

He finally made a fuss unreasonably, worked hard, worked hard, caught Mr. He's little mistakes and made a fuss, forcing him to coax him, but the man on the other end of the phone tolerated everything gently and was not angry , did not blame him.

It's great, you don't have to be a good boy all the time.

Just make a fuss, make a fuss, show him exaggeratedly, it’s okay—he understands everything, he understands everything.

After about ten seconds, Song Ran slowed down.

When the tide of lust ebbs, reason, integrity and shame are like underwater beaches, and they can see the light of day again.The penis hadn't completely softened yet, it was being held in his palm hotly, there was a viscous liquid flowing between the fingers, and it fell on the lower abdomen drop by drop, and a strong fishy smell wafted in the air.

Song Ran blinked slowly, with an expression as if she had lost her memory.

Who will tell him that when he called Mr. He just now... what did he do?

Was his brain struck by lightning? !