Run away after flirting with the male god

Having been in the entertainment industry for ten years, Yang Fan knew what he should do to look pitiful, and how to act to be true. If he was really upset by the old woman's words, then he would probably have suffered from depression and committed suicide within the past ten years.He was kicked out of the house, and was pushed downstairs at the age of 33. He lived a life of ups and downs for 15 years. In the future, he will be a hot star who will fascinate thousands of aunts and girls. However, he will be so hot that he will fascinate thousands of girls and aunts. Relationship, when he died, many people even applauded him.The future is like smoke, and there is an indescribable bitterness in recalling it. He just fell in love with a scumbag, and the Internet public opinion is too strong for him to resist.

When he couldn't bear to face it alone, his family poured a bucket of black and dirty water, and his life was meaningless.

His mouth was pursed, his eyes that were always smiling were now dark and sunk in the lake, Yang Fan lowered his head and took out a cigarette to light it as if nothing had happened.

"Why, are you afraid that I will fight with you?"

Song Bai stared at Yang Fan with his hat, and slowly put the cap back on his head while helping to move his forehead to the side: "No wonder I didn't see you go back."

"Do you feel guilty? I didn't see how you went back." Yang Fan squeezed his hand with a suppressed smile, and turned his head to the palm of his hand.

The scene was instantly quiet.

"I don't want to talk about this." Song Bai was still calm, leaning on Yang Fan without moving.

Yang Fan also didn't want to pry into other people's private affairs, and it's not like he didn't know, "I follow you because I want to be friends with you. It's too embarrassing for you to be evasive all the time."

Song Bai wrote lightly: "I won't talk to the counselor about the accommodation anymore."

"Isn't it over?" Yang Fan took a last breath of cigarettes, stood up and lightly spit on the opponent's face.

Song Bai didn't smoke, coughed for a while, wanted to say that this was the behavior of a roadside ruffian, but when Yang Fan pinched the cigarette butt in the next second, he automatically shut up, "You..."

"Who the fuck is throwing cigarette butts down there! It's all on people's foreheads! Who the fuck is your grandson!"

Yang Fan immediately shrugged: "There is a lake behind, I didn't know he would poke his head out and look around."

Song Bai wished he could be fined to stand in a military posture in the corner for an hour, it's your fault for throwing garbage outside!

"Cheng Chengcheng, next time I throw the trash can, look at your dark face." Yang Fan turned around and began to take off his clothes. He took off his clothes quickly, and within a few seconds, a naked and white body appeared. Not to mention, this figure is really unbearable.

Yang Fan touched it by himself. He hasn't revisited his youthful body since he woke up, and now he looks more and more dissatisfied.He didn't even think of Song Bai as an outsider, and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel wearing a pair of shorts, looking left and right.

"Tsk, that ass is up like a girl."

After a while, he muttered to himself: "My 30-year-old butt is not in this state, it's better to be young."

"Look at the long legs. They're not very white but straight. I'll touch them again..." The hand feel is much better than ten years later, but it looks unmanly when it matches the face.

Song Bai was dumbfounded, is this masturbating in front of him?

Yang Fan just opened his underpants to look at the color of his little baby. The light color means that there are not many times. At this time, he has not yet fallen into the arms of a man. He is very satisfied with the cleanliness. "God has pity on me." I am going to continue watching , there was a cough from Song Bai's position, and Yang Fan turned his head to meet his gaze.

"Do you have a fever?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Leaning his body upright and naked, Song Bai looked away from the upturned part of his back, his face was a little uncomfortable, and he remembered the way Yang Fan squeezed his arms at night and the soft touch of his hands, he looked at Yang Fan with a clean and candid smile A burst of self-blame, when did I become so perverted.

He restrained his voice and said, "Why are you..."

"I'll just change my clothes. Don't you take off your clothes when you change? Everyone is a man, isn't it just to see the naked body? Why are you shy?"

Song Bai looked away, his eyes were indifferent: "I'm not shy."

Yang Fan quickly changed his clothes, threw himself on the bed and rolled around twice, then moved to Song Bai's side, climbed his shoulders and sat up, poked his neck and ears with his fingers and asked with a smile: "Then why are you so popular? If you fall in love, why not?" Don't be ashamed to death." Suddenly thought of something, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "You haven't been in love yet, have you?"

When he was young, Song Bai neglected his hairstyle and was a handsome guy. His facial features were strong, his nose bridge was straight, and his profile was perfectly proportioned. After entering the society, his temperament changed, and his gestures were hormonally handsome and mature. There must be many people like this kind of man.

Song Bai's face darkened as if he didn't want to respond.

"A man like you is rare." Yang Fan became excited, his eyes rolling and smiling.

"Then I earned it, why didn't I notice it back then."

"then?"

How can you say that you are someone who has lived an extra life? Yang Fan pushed Song Bai down hard, and provocatively nodded his nose and asked, "Don't you have someone you like? Do you want to tell brother, I will help you plan."

Even though he said that, he kept humming in his heart: Quickly say that you like me.

It's a pity that Song Baiyu's head was wooden, and he was slightly annoyed as he held down his troublesome hand: "Get up."

The truth has surfaced, Yang Fan couldn't help laughing, so he slumped on the opponent's body out of breath, Song Bai felt a big stone was pressed on his chest, and even his grandparents had never been so close after living for more than [-] years. In his heart, the horse galloped and turned over, trying to get up.

But Yang Fan's arm was hooking him, turning over just formed a picture of him pressing down on the opponent, and at the same time, his crotch was tight, and Yang Fan's legs were between his legs.When he came back to his senses, he was faced with a flawless and delicate face, and he held his breath immediately.

Yang Fan was thinking about what to say, when the door was slammed open, and before he could turn his head, he heard a loud voice: "Yang Fan, my sister and the others have already arrived, and it will be in the afternoon..." Jia Wen hugged the big cardboard box Staying at the same place, the voice became smaller and smaller, "Go... shoot... what are you doing..." bowed his head and quickly put down the box to cover his eyes.

Yang Fan was a little flustered. You must know that Jia Wen is a straight man. He and Jia Wen fell out because of men.

"If you want to act, you can let me help you. Do you have to make yourself like a woman and let others ruin you? I fucking look down on you!"

"Aren't you a man? You live such a disgusting life. I'm blind to be friends with ducks."

"I, Yang Fan, never begged you to be friends with me. Our paths are fundamentally different. I have my dignity, and I'm not a duck."

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Compared with him, Song Bai seemed much calmer. He stood up, patted his clothes and said calmly, "He's going to fight with me." After speaking, he sat by the window and took out the newspaper calmly, and put on black-rimmed glasses to act as if nothing happened. read newspaper.

Yang Fan's head was broken, he stood up with a dry smile and punched Jia Wen and asked, "Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

In fact, Jia Wen was very embarrassed to see such a scene. We are all men, so I can’t tell what an excuse is. He said to Yang Fan: “I didn’t close the door, and it’s time for dinner. Let's eat, how could I think of..." Jia Wen shrank his neck when he received Song Baibing's ice slag cold knife, holding his stomach to digest all the questions.

"Let's go to eat." Yang Fan pulled Jia Wen out, turned around and asked Song Bai if he was going, Song Bai shook his head and said that he would wait after reading the newspaper.

The food is a local specialty restaurant, and indigestion is the most uncomfortable thing to hold in one's stomach. Jia Wen kept talking nonsense on the road and finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He frowned and asked, "Do you like men?"

"Is this a secret?" he asked back.

"I thought, I thought the previous one was a hype among Internet celebrities." The point seemed to be wrong, "No, you like that pervert Song Bai?"