aftershock

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"Peng Yang...you...you bastard..."

Peng Yang shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"Just scold me, I'll record it for you, and call me Dad when you wake up"

Lin Ze's hair was blown by the wind so that he has no image at all, his usual meticulous hairstyle is scattered all over his face at this moment, his iconic glasses are lost in nowhere, he looks unexpectedly young...the elite looks receded , at the moment he is showing his teeth and claws and acting foolishly..

Peng Yang regretted it to death.

He originally planned to take an unforgettable trip in this seaside city. Sunshine, sandy beaches, and cruise ships took advantage of the right time, place, and people to take Gu Lv down, but he didn't expect that he would be completely dove before he left.

He was already so angry that he was even more uncomfortable seeing Lin Ze's dignified fox face. Bars, disco dances, and demons danced wildly, he forced Lin Ze completely, and Gu Lv failed to catch up with the one-stop service. Lin Ze has been brought down by a snake.

Peng Yang dragged Lin Ze to the car like a dead pig. Both of them drank, and after walking out of the bar late at night, Peng Yang realized that he rented a motorcycle today.

Lin Ze looked like a standard shopping mall alcoholic. Who knew he couldn't drink so much? Peng Yang wanted to throw him on the street. He thought that no one would pick up the male corpse. Looking carefully at Lin Ze, he looked really good. It looks like Zhou Zheng also has a dimple, it might be difficult to explain if he is picked up.

He resigned himself to his fate and wanted to trick him into sitting in the car, "Good boy, you go up first, and Daddy will wear a little red flower for you."

Lin Ze shook his head desperately, tenaciously resisting the hat that Peng Yang put on his head, "Go away, son of a bitch"

Peng Yang gritted his teeth and pulled his face, "Master Lin Ze, you better be really drunk"

With a "snap", the back of Peng Yang's delicate skin was reddened visible to the naked eye. He endured and endured, resisting the urge to strangle Lin Ze to death, and took a deep breath while standing on the spot.

This bike can't be ridden anymore, he grabbed Lin Ze's arm with one hand and watched him staggering, and with the other hand he was looking for a mobile phone to hail a taxi. The hat of the motorcycle was thrown away by Lin Ze all of a sudden, and it happened to be a trash can. Just heard a sound.Peng Yang stared wide-eyed, "You...fuck..."

Peng Yang’s hotel is not far away. He has never stayed at a five-star hotel or above. He has dropped off several times in a row. It is estimated that all the cars feel that the distance is close and no one will take the order. He swears angrily and looks drunk like mud The people had to start dragging people on foot again.

"You..you bastard..who do you think you are"

"I am your father"

"You rabbit..."

"Why do you keep calling me a bastard? Are you tired of living Lin Ze?"

Lin Ze's arm was hanging on Peng Yang's shoulder, Peng Yang was much taller than him, he was struggling to hang it, he laughed a few times, and the arm pulled him hard, "You...you look like... Damn rabbit." Peng Yang didn't want to scold him. Lin Ze grabbed his hair, grinned and pinched the back of his neck hard, and he relaxed.

He stood on the side of the street and gasped for breath, he was really pissed off.

What's even better is that Lin Ze looked like he was about to vomit after being pinched by him. Peng Yang only had time to jump aside by himself, watching Lin Ze vomit and fall into the bushes.

He was only happy for a few seconds because he didn't touch the filth, but when he looked around and thought that no one would take this thing away except himself, he collapsed and wanted to jump in an instant.

"Lin Ze, your uncle!!"

Lin Ze turned over uncomfortably in the grass, "I won't play wild.. I.. I'll place an order for the shooter.."

When Lin Ze woke up, there was no pain in every part of his body, especially the place where the back of his head connected to his neck. He couldn't find his glasses, so he wiped his eyes and froze for a few seconds to make sure he was right. He was indeed buried in the bathtub. It's been a night.

Why do you say buried, because the bathtub was filled with quilts, and he woke up stuffed in this quilt.

But why...he..has nothing on..

Peng Yang looked at Lin Ze with a flushed face, he didn't know where to find a bath towel to wrap around the important position, and he was killing himself in resentment.

He put down his mobile phone, his eyes didn't move, and he took a mouthful of ice cream cone on the tip of his tongue.

Lin Ze was sure that he was a straight man who couldn't be straighter, otherwise he couldn't keep his mind on Gu Lv's face all day long. Now Peng Yang squinted his eyes and leaned on the edge of the bed, looking at Gu Lu for a moment. His demeanor of gestures could be called monstrous, he just felt hot all over and felt a lot of embarrassment.

"Peng...President." He almost squeezed these two words out between his teeth, "Did you put me in the bathtub?"

Peng Yang licked the cream on the cone, changed his hand to support his head and pointed in the room, "Do you think I have any other place for you to sleep? ...or...do you want to sleep...."

Lin Ze closed his eyes, "Thank you Mr. Peng."

If Peng Yang hadn't coerced him to drink three times in a row, he wouldn't have had to be thrown into the bathtub recklessly. At this moment, his bones felt that the connection was not strong, and he just wanted to find a place to lie on his back.

"You're welcome, by the way, what did you call me just now?"

Lin Ze has fair skin and good muscle lines, but he can't stand Peng Yang's rather unscrupulous eyes. Whenever he touches Peng Yang's eyes, he feels uncomfortable, "Mr. Peng."

Peng Yang smiled, "No, that's not what you called yesterday."

"..."

After Peng Yang ate the cream, he threw the egg skin on the bedside table. Lin Ze didn't want to talk to him and thought it was shameful for him to waste it.

"Come on, call again."

"Boss Peng"

"No, I'm a bunny."

Lin Ze froze for a moment, his damn memory seemed to be touched by these three words, and slowly began to wake up, as if these three words were indeed repeated very frequently in his mind. Secret slander... Could it be... Really..

"How...how come...you really know how to joke..."

"Are you kidding me?" Peng Yang snorted, stepped under the bed with his long legs, casually tied on his half-loose nightgown and walked straight to Lin Ze, his tone was kind of gnashing his teeth, "I don't remember? Huh? I don't know him anymore." ? This ADC? Marksman? Order? You just forgot about the bastard by Daming Lake?"

When he said Lin Ze, he took a step back. He was tall and tall, and he looked thin, so when he got close, he felt that Mount Tai was overwhelming. Lin Ze tilted his head, and smiled awkwardly, "I don't understand what Mr. Peng is talking about."

He wanted to try his best not to retreat deliberately, but he forgot that he was not wearing shoes, and a jerky soul under his feet couldn't catch up in time, so he leaned back.

Peng Yang subconsciously wanted to grab him, but Lin Ze made a quicker move and grabbed what he could grab in front of him. It was inevitable for him to fall to the ground, and the pain was inevitable. It could be seen that Peng Yang stretched out his hand in mid-air, Lin Ze Slowly raising his head, his whole body became stiff...

"Lin! Ze!"

It's a pervert. Which normal person would take off his clothes and go to bed in a hotel, and what the hell? His clothes would fall off as soon as he pulled a big blanket. Lin Ze didn't have time to cover his eyes, and his heart was full of shit. Run out with a crawler.

"Yes..I'm sorry Mr. Peng..I'll go back first...you do it yourself...you do it yourself..."

The door closed with a slam, and Peng Yang felt his entire chest rising and falling. He walked into the bathroom irritably without taking care of the clothes that fell on the floor, and unexpectedly met a blushing person in the mirror.

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I just thought about it, I have people read the bad writing of tending to light, why no one pays attention to the good one.

The storm is crying, I can't write anymore