occupy boyfriend

Dingling, the small wind chime in the Shengjin Convenience Store rang.

The clerk looked up and smiled immediately, "Boss, you came so early today!"

"Well, it's boring to be idle." Song Jin walked around the shelves, explained the goods to be replenished tomorrow, and took the bill to let the clerk get off work.

In fact, he wasn't bored. He was enjoying reading entertainment and gossip at home. Han Sheng called and said that the announcement of the TD group had ended early.

The door of Shengjin's convenience store was facing the gate of the community. Song Jin wanted to see Han Sheng come back as soon as possible. He hadn't seen him for more than half a month. Just answering the phone made his heart itch.

Song Jin turned on the phone, but didn't unlock it. He touched Han Sheng on the screen saver and laughed, and waited for the screen to go dark before turning it on. He never tired of it.

The little wind chime rang again, Song Jin raised his head and glanced at the person coming, he was shocked immediately, and silently put his hand on the alarm.

With a height of nearly two meters, he wears a V-neck shirt in winter. His muscles are strong, his eyes are dark, and his angular face looks like it was wiped out with a knife. If he pulls out a gun in the next second and says he wants to rob, Song I would definitely not be surprised.

The banditry all over his body must be the big bodyguard of some family, or it was released from some cell. Song Jin believed that he was very accurate.

Xing Likun swept a bunch of food and drinks from the shelf, pushed them in front of Song Jin, pointed to the shelf with his chin, "Take two boxes."

Song Jin swallowed, and looked at Xing Likun's crotch involuntarily, lamenting how miserable that girl must be.

"Sorry, we don't have your model here."

Xing Likun was taken aback, "Cigarette holders are divided into models?"

Song Jin was so embarrassed that he didn't say anything, and silently touched two packs of cigarettes from the shelf next to the condoms.

Xing Likun took out a cigarette and lit it, biting the cigarette holder and staring at Song Jin scanning the QR code. Song Jin wanted to say that smoking is prohibited here, but looking at Xing Likun's arm and his own thigh, he wisely chose to shut up.

Xing Likun answered the phone, "Hey, brother Chong... anxious? Then let him go in a hurry, and hope that I will become a Buddha immediately after being imprisoned for a few years? Those little soldiers are not enough to watch...it's okay, I If you have money, don't worry about it."

Goosebumps appeared on Song Jin's arms, this, this damn is a fugitive! !

Without raising his head, he could feel Xing Likun's gaze on his neck, sawing back and forth.

"A total of... 190 seven eight."

Xing Likun took out two hundred and didn't want a change, he picked up his things and turned around to leave. At the end, he gave Song Jin a meaningful look.

Song Jin sat slumped on the chair, his back covered in cold sweat, it's over, he probably missed me, I didn't mean to listen!

Song Jin didn't know, when Xing Likun turned a corner, he pinched his cigarette butt and thought about him. His skeleton is clear and his skin is white. It's not uncommon for Xing Likun to see countless people, but those eyes are so good, with the tails of the eyes pointed up, looking at people Like a hooker, her buttocks are upright and upright, and she looks sloppy at first glance.

And just now, when I stared at my crotch, I obviously had endless aftertaste.

Xing Likun turned his head and glanced at the door of the convenience store again, and strode away.

……

As the night gradually deepened, Song Jin yawned and watched the variety show with teary eyes.

The little wind chime rang again, and a few big and strong men walked in, all of them were vicious, and their movements of flipping through the shelves were particularly rude.

"San'er found out which house it is?"

"0304, Building No. [-], it's unmistakable, he watched people buy things and enter the house with his own eyes."

"Hey, it's the middle of the night, I can't escape him this time."

"It's hard to say, if it's easy to deal with, how many of us are still in our turn? The big boss..."

The person who spoke suddenly lowered his voice, and several people laughed sinisterly.

Song Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that what they were discussing was the fugitive, and it was probably the enemy who came to the door.

Song Jin was completely exhausted, so he paid them the bill honestly, and stood inside the glass door watching the people go away. If Han Sheng hadn't arrived home soon, he would have followed to see the excitement.

A black car stopped at the east side of the community. Han Sheng stepped out of it, but the person in the driver's seat grabbed his hand. He immediately went back with a smile and gave him a deep kiss.

The person in the driver's seat was wearing a tight leather jacket with many decorations on his neck and wrists. The stage makeup hadn't been removed yet. Under the dim light of the interior lights, he was twisting his waist passionately.

Han Sheng held him down, and said in a low voice, "Okay, what if this is a foreign country? Be honest."

"Brother Cheng," Liao Yayan muttered dissatisfiedly, "I told you that if the car broke down, you can live in our dormitory, and you have to hurry back."

"Where do I sleep, the living room sofa or your bed?"

Liao Yayan laughed, his black eyes were full of coquettishness, Han Sheng rubbed his face, "Go back, drive slowly on the road."

"That ad..."

"I will fight for it."

"Thank you Brother Sheng!"

"I'll have my assistant pick you up tomorrow. There's a dinner at noon."

Liao Yayan's smile froze for a moment, and she nodded obediently, "Yeah."

He is the face of the TD group, and this kind of plundering entertainment will happen several times a month. No matter how disgusting it is, it is unavoidable for sponsorship.

Han Sheng is his underground lover and also the manager of the T, D group, so he must distinguish between public and private.

Han Sheng got out of the car and straightened his clothes, watched Liao Yayan turn around, smoked a cigarette and waited for his javelin to land before walking into the community unhurriedly.

At a glance, he saw a man squatting in front of the Shengjin convenience store, wrapped in a heavy coat, stretching his neck to look at the building next door.

Thinking of Liao Yayan's exquisite face and manner, Han Sheng couldn't help frowning slightly, and couldn't even call him, "Song Jin."

"Hey!" Song Jinle ran over, looked around, and asked in doubt, "Shengzi, where is our car?"

"The engine is faulty, and the company has stopped." Han Sheng said, "Are you thinking about whether the car will come back or not?"

"Nonsense, don't you know who I'm thinking about?" Song Jin winked at him, Han Sheng was expressionless, but he still smiled, "You wait until I close the door, there is food at home, you can eat it hot."

Han Sheng stood coolly aside, watching Song Jin skillfully turn off the lights and electricity, and close the shutter door. The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and it was a MMS message—a selfie of Liao Yayan biting a condom in the car.

Han Sheng felt that his lower body was on fire, and when he saw Song Jin with the chicken nest head on his head, the javelin fell to the ground.

Song Jin pouted his buttocks and pushed down hard. There was a concrete trip next to the rolling shutter door, which was extremely difficult to pull. He had to struggle like this once a day.

As soon as he closed the door, he heard a shout coming from not far away, and a figure flew past with a whoosh, followed by a string of tails. It was the people who came to the convenience store just now, cursing while running.

"Stop! Don't run!!"

"Nimma, is he human? He actually jumped down from the third floor——"

"Bullshit, chase after—"

Song Jin was still in a daze, Han Sheng said impatiently, "Why are you in a daze, go home quickly."

……

Song Jin and Han Sheng’s house was bought second-hand three years ago. At that time, Han Sheng wanted to pay the down payment on the loan. Song Jin loved to live a stable life. He felt that the loan was not happy, and he firmly disagreed. In the end, he sold it to his parents and bought it for him in his hometown. I bought this second-hand house of [-] pings.

Song Jin took the lead in this matter, and Han Sheng's name was written on the real estate certificate to curry favor, Han Sheng had no choice but to bear with him if he had any objections.

Anyway, he spent most of the year running around outside, out of sight and out of mind.

As soon as he entered the house, Han Sheng frowned, "...what's the smell?"

Song Jin opened the jar in the corner of the room, "The pickles I pickled, you can take some with you next time you go abroad, it can be stored for a long time, so that you don't lose weight every time you come back."

Han Sheng pinched his nose, "Who still eats this now, it stinks to death."

Song Jin's hands froze, and he closed the jar as if nothing had happened, "Okay, then I'll give it away tomorrow."

For this jar of pickled vegetables, Song Jin bought no less than two hundred catties of Nepeta, failed countless times, and finally went to an old lady to learn the craft, and was trained like a grandson before he became a teacher, because Han Sheng last time That sentence, the mouth is light outside, I think of the nepeta sauce that my mother made when I was a child.

Song Jin filled Han Sheng's bath water, went into the kitchen without stopping, and reheated the dishes and soup. Han Sheng had it in his mouth, and he didn't like his cooking. They bought it from the restaurant in the afternoon.

Han Sheng got out of the bath, sat down on the sofa like an old man, turned on the TV and pressed the remote control, and Song Jin held the hair dryer to dry his hair, and then massaged his scalp.

"Let's eat, it's time to get cold."

"Yeah." Han Sheng picked up his chopsticks, glanced at the braised fish on the table, the meat on the belly of the fish was white and greasy, and suddenly lost his appetite, "Forget it, don't eat, so as not to get fat .”

Song Jin laughed at him, "Pretentious, you are a manager and not an artist, just get fatter, I definitely don't dislike you."

Han Sheng said, "Who hates whom?"

Song Jin didn't recognize the smell, and thought Han Sheng was joking with him, so he happily peeled an apple, handed it to Han Sheng, and went to take a shower by himself humming a song.

Han Sheng looked at the round apple, just like looking at Song Jin, with hard teeth. He used to think that Song Jin was good to him, but now he felt that Song Jin was like an old woman who didn't want money. He liked Liao Yayan more. Fresh, funny, and a lively type who can be coquettish and angry, not the unmotivated squatting at home who wears plaid shirts and jeans for ten thousand years, wears a bird's nest head, and has no ambitions.

The window of the living room was open for ventilation, Han Sheng threw the apple out viciously, and it shattered into dregs with a bang.

When Song Jin came out of the shower, Han Sheng had already returned to the bedroom. The room was pitch black. Song Jin touched it and saw that Han Sheng was sleeping in the middle with his eyes closed. Song Jin tried to lie on the edge, slightly He had to roll down as soon as he turned over, so he sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Han Sheng's handsome face with satisfaction for a while, and then went to sleep on the sofa in the living room with his pillow in his arms.

In the dark, Han Sheng's eyelashes twitched slightly, his phone vibrated, and it was another text message from Liao Yayan, "Brother Sheng, I'm in the dormitory."

Han Sheng replied, "Good night."

Liao Ya replied, "I can't sleep thinking about you."

Han Sheng asked, "Think with your butt?"

Immediately, a series of provocative words came back, Han Sheng smiled slightly, and pressed the phone under the pillow.

Song Jin's snoring came from the living room.