occupy boyfriend

That night, Xing Likun was guarding the door for Song Jin, and Song Jin was tossing around in the room, his feet hurt, his back hurt, his mouth hurt, and he couldn't help thinking about Xing Likun who was sitting outside.

The corridors of the old apartment are damp and damp all the year round, and there is still a piece of window glass missing, which is blowing in the wind...

In fact, Song Jin quite didn't understand, why did Xing Likun waste himself with him?Why did he take a fancy to himself?

Song Jin tossed the pancakes over and over again, but he refused to open the door. He was afraid that Xing Likun would taste the sweetness, so he pestered him even more endlessly.

At dawn, Song Jin leaned over to the cat's eye, feeling relieved and disappointed, like a pot of strange-flavored beans.

There was no one in the corridor, but a lot of cigarette butts were poked on the ground. It was obvious that Xing Likun had been sitting for a long time...but he didn't stay until dawn.

Either way, if he really met someone, he wouldn't know what to say.

Song Jin dragged out his luggage, a suitcase and a travel bag, which were all his belongings, and limped and limped downstairs, pitiful and miserable.

He stopped halfway down, the solid ice on his chest melted into warm water, bubbling and bubbling, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned up.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Xing Likun looked at Song Jin's mock joke and stubborn mouth, raised his eyebrows and raised the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk in his hand, "It's stuffed with cabbage and pork, do you want to eat it?"

"..." Song Jin looked at him with his lips pursed. Xing Likun was very tall. Standing on the next step, he was just at eye level with him. His eyes were red from staying up all night, and his chin and cheeks were covered with a thin layer. Green stubble, he looked even more aggressive than before, but he wasn't afraid at all.

The two of them didn't go upstairs, they just sat in the corridor, ate steamed stuffed buns and drank soy milk, and had a solid meal.

Xing Likun carried the suitcase with his bag in his left hand, squatted and greeted him, "Let's go."

Song Jin was not stubborn any more, and honestly let someone carry him downstairs. Under his arm was Xing Likun's blood-thumping neck. His shoulders were broad and his arms were strong. Even with one hand, he could carry him firmly. of.

Xing Likun put him in the back seat, fastened his seat belt, and rested his plaster feet on the soft cushion, just for fear that he would feel uncomfortable.

Song Jin leaned against the window comfortably like a Buddha, "Hey, just take me to the long-distance station."

Xing Likun looked at him from the rearview mirror, "Do you really intend to limp back? Doesn't it hurt if the family sees it?"

Song Jin hesitated for a moment. It would take half a month to remove the plaster cast. He couldn't live in a hotel for half a month. That would be too wasteful.

Insomnia last night, Song Jin made a calculation in his mind - the lease of the convenience store has not yet expired, and he can get back a lot of money after deducting the liquidated damages. Put on a small door face, sell some tobacco, alcohol, groceries and so on, safe and secure, and can take care of his mother nearby, so now I have to be stingy, and I can't spend a penny.

But his mother loves to worry, seeing how sad his toes are...

Xing Likun watched his face change back and forth, stepped on the gas pedal, "Go to my place."

Song Jin was in a hurry, "No way! How can this be possible? We are not relatives or old friends!"

Xing Likun snorted, isn't it relative?Sooner or later, you will be my people, what's wrong with your husband taking care of you now?

He knew what Song Jin was worried about, so he deliberately put on an indifferent tone, "You took me in before, and now I take you in, we owe nothing to anyone."

Speaking of this, if Song Jin refuses again, it will appear that he is thinking wildly and being sentimental, so he nods and stares at Xing Likun warily from the rearview mirror. Himself, Song Jin noticed that his eyes were stroking his open thighs, and immediately pinched his legs and blushed, "You, what are you looking at!"

Xing Likun smirked and whistled, "Listen to the radio?"

Song Jin also hoped to listen to the radio to relieve the embarrassment, but as soon as he turned it on, it said, "onlyyou can kill goblins and ghosts~onlyyou can protect me... On-On-Only-you-oo~"

Sticky, sticky, greasy.

Luo Jiaying's voice in Journey to the West is full of sweet sugar scum.

Xing Likun came to look for Song Jin this time, wearing a leather jacket and short boots with a sports car. Song Jin guessed that he was from a good family, but when he went to the place, he was still shocked - the two-storey bungalows and garages in the Xingui District are bigger than his. The size of the second-hand house that has been sold off is so fucking shit!

Xing Likun and Song Jin entered the room, and Xing Lele was also there, rushing over, "Uncle, who is this?"

He was wearing a small shirt and overalls, like a young master in the Republic of China, with red lips and white teeth, and a fleshy little face, looking very cute.

Xing Likun teased him, "It's your aunt, call someone quickly."

"Hello, Auntie!" Xing Lele shouted crisply, then frowned, "...Shouldn't Auntie be a girl?"

"..." Song Jin wished he could kick this stinky hooligan to death.

The guest bedroom was on the second floor, and it was inconvenient for Song Jin to go up and down because he was wrapped in plaster. Xing Likun gave up his room and refused to let the nanny help him. He packed things for Song Jin himself. The furniture in the bedroom was only black and white. With a manly look, the most dazzling thing is the boxing gloves and gold belt hanging on the wall.

Xing Likun put Song Jin's towel toothbrush on the bathroom shelf and paired it with his own. It looked like a couple living together. He rubbed the soft bristles of the toothbrush with rough fingertips, as if She was grinding Song Jin's bright white teeth, wishing to be rare to the bone.

Song Jin dragged his plaster feet around the room, researching and analyzing Xing Likun's life style. This person's bedroom is as simple and rough as a human being, without any fancy decorations. It is simple, monotonous, and straight to the point.

There is only a family portrait on the table and cabinet, which shows a bit of warmth. Xing Yuanping sits in front of him, looks amiable and upright, with gray hair, and Xing Zeqi is standing behind left with Xing Lele in his arms. He is slender and wears rimless glasses. With a shrewd and stern aura, Xing Likun stood at the right rear, with strong muscles, a bright smile, tall and powerful.

Song Jin couldn't help but sigh, "You and your brother are really not the same, your body and appearance are different everywhere."

"He followed my father, and I followed my mother. When my father married my mother, others said that my father was the flower on it. With my mother's body, I trained men in my grandfather's army. No one dares to rob you if you walk at night."

Song Jin was amazed when he heard that, "That's too tough... But why didn't your mother..."

No, no photo? ... He was halfway through the question, then he suddenly realized, carefully looking at Xing Likun's face.

Xing Likun stretched out his hand to grab the person and sat down, "It doesn't matter, it's been many years. When she passed away, I don't remember anything."

Song Jin knows what it's like to have no mother or father. The way he looked at Xing Likun changed instantly, with sympathy and understanding, and he didn't resist when he was shouldered.

Xing Big Bad Wolf immediately seized the opportunity to tilt his head and open his mouth, wanting to take a bite of Song Xiaoyang's thin white nape.

Xing Lele just came in to play, her little arms and legs circled the door, and ran away shyly, "Uncle and aunt, I didn't see anything!"

Song Jin's face was so red that it was smoking, and he finally came back to his senses. He was about to stand up angrily, but Xing Likun pinched his wrist and landed directly on his chest. The two chests fit together, feeling each other through the sweater With a chaotic heartbeat, Xing Likun squinted his eyes, his firm and elastic chest muscles rolled over Song Jin's thin chest, his breathing was heavy, and a fire was suddenly lit in his thick black pupils!

Song Jin raised his head, and was forced to tremble slightly by Xing Likun's fierce and hooked eyes, feeling like a piece of meat that fell into the wolf's mouth.