occupy boyfriend

Han Sheng went to the bathroom to wash his cuffs, and when he was done, he turned on the water, planning to have a few more drinks with Song Jin later to cheer him up.

As a result, he turned around after urinating, and was bumped by a big tall guy. Han Sheng usually took a few TD players to the gym. His body and physical strength were well trained, but when he met this guy, he was not good enough. The bumper suddenly leaned back, subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, and grabbed the urinal directly with his right hand.

"Yo," Xing Likun held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were like knives, "I'm sorry."

Han Sheng's face changed a few times, and he took out his hand tremblingly, feeling that his whole body was tainted with the smell of urine.

Xing Likun squinted his eyes and squinted at him. The gray V-neck sweater showed his strong chest groove. One arm was enough to round Han Sheng several times. Hands up to wash.

The last time I washed my face, it didn't get better. This time, I used half a bottle of hand sanitizer and rubbed off a layer of palm skin.

Xing Likun entered the small cubicle, sat on the toilet cover and smoked, waited for Han Sheng to go out, followed him around, found a corner outside the box and squatted, and went back and forth several waiters, looking and looking , I was stunned that no one dared to go forward and ask.

When Han Sheng entered, Song Jin had just finished eating the egg tart, wiped his hands and lifted the lid of the soup pot for him, and said with a smile, "Look at my memory, you can't drink alcohol after taking cold medicine, you can drink it with soup."

The soup was thin and yellow, and Han Sheng was so disgusted that he felt his face and hands tingle, and he took a long time to take a sip, "...Well, it tastes good."

Song Jin pushed his share over again, "Then you should drink more, I drink red wine, so don't waste it."

Han Sheng, "..."

Taking advantage of the atmosphere, Han Sheng told about Captain TD, and Song Jin half-truthfully said, "It's easy, just change Liao Yayan."

Han Sheng frowned, "But he has just been accepted by the fans, wouldn't it be inappropriate to change him?"

Song Jin snorted and didn't speak. Han Sheng urged him to think of other ways, saying that the higher-ups were eager to solve this matter. Song Jin agreed, poured himself another drink, and drank it slowly, "Let me think about it."

Finally, they understood the meaning of eating this meal. It was not for reconciliation at all, but for Han Sheng's future.

Wind chimes in convenience stores, eye protection lamps at the head of the bed, ties for couples, massage chairs...

The piles of the family, the gifts from Han Sheng that he treasured, all came in this way, and none of them were purposeless and just to please him.

At this moment, Song Jin was finally enlightened.

At 08:30, Han Sheng's cell phone rang. Before he could take it out of his bag, the other party hung up, followed by another text message.

Song Jin tasted the red wine calmly, a drunken blush appeared on his face, but his eyes were extremely clear.

Han Sheng's cell phone has many contact information of people in the industry. To be on the safe side, he always uses a pseudonym to call him. Text messages and messages are deleted as soon as they are sent, so as not to cause trouble after losing the phone, so when he sees the text messages , without any doubt.

[T Ya: Brother Han, we have been photographed! 】

Han Sheng stood up abruptly, and turned over the soup cup on the table. It shattered on the ground with a loud thud, splashing cold shards.

Song Jin sipped his wine for a while, and his heart sank, but he still didn't think about the worst, and asked patiently, "What happened?"

Han Sheng's ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear Song Jin's words at all. The expression on his face was very ferocious, his whole body trembled violently, and his fingers almost twisted off the corner of the table——

After fighting for so long, he finally made it through, and he fell on Liao Yayan!

... No, it's impossible!He almost only made out with Liao Yayan when he was doing activities abroad, and every time he entered the hotel at a time difference, he was always careful, how could he be photographed? !

Han Sheng was in such a mess, he was spinning and panting while leaning on the corner of the table, desperately trying to remember what happened to him, this is the most difficult moment for TD, if the matter between himself and Liao Yayan is revealed, TD's captain will have to leave , when TD disbands, not only will Liao Yayan be unlucky, but he will be excluded from this circle for life!Absolutely not!

Song Jin put down his red wine glass, lowered his head in disappointment, "Shengzi..."

Han Sheng grabbed his coat and was about to leave, but Song Jin grabbed him, "Chengzi, tell me what's wrong."

There was crying in his voice, but Han Sheng was so anxious that he didn't pay attention at all.

"Give it up!" Han Sheng yelled sharply, "You can't control this matter!"

"Why are you so guilty?!" Song Jin yelled angrily, staring at Han Sheng with blood red eyes, and smashed the wine glass with his hands, "Today, right here, we're done! Break up!! Han Sheng, I'm Cao You Ancestor! Go play with that Liao Yayan, I can't afford to accompany you!"

Han Sheng was taken aback, his handsome face contorted several times, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Song Jin's chest heaved violently, and after the deep disappointment, he calmed down strangely, as if his heart that had been hanging on the ground finally fell to the ground, smashed to pieces, and it hurt so much, but it was at ease.

He will not let go of someone who doesn't love him, and he will not think about how to get it back after being cheated on. Song Jin can give without reservation, but he also has a bottom line and dignity, and cannot tolerate the slightest betrayal.

Everyone broke up at once, simply and neatly, which was already tolerant enough, and it was the last affection he attached to Han Sheng.

Song Jin strode out, unprepared, Han Sheng grabbed his collar and slammed it violently, and landed on his buttocks with a loud slam.

"Why the hell tell me clearly." Han Sheng gritted his teeth.

Song Jin pressed his hand on the broken glass, bleeding and excruciatingly painful, he stood up expressionlessly, "What else?"

"That text message..." Han Sheng was not stupid, "You actually played tricks on me?!"

"Yes, if I don't play anymore, I'll really be an idiot." Song Jin laughed, "Han Sheng, if you're a man, don't talk about it. The two of us get together so well, and these years are not in vain."

【We were photographed】

What a simple sentence, but it can have many meanings. Liao Yayan could refer to his teammates with TD, or he could refer to the photo next to him, but Han Sheng understands the meaning of struggling, but it happens to be the most filthy kind.

Han Sheng said angrily, "Are you sick? You actually used this to test me! What the fuck bothers you the most! Is it interesting? I slept with Liao Yayan, but I, Han Sheng, have never treated you badly!"

"..."

"Look at yourself, we've been together for so many years, and you still look like a man today. If you think I'm sleeping with someone else, why don't you find the reason from yourself? Every day, you just surround yourself like an old woman. Like, who can bear it?"

"..."

"Song Jin, okay, if you break up, break up. Don't think you can threaten me with my short story. If you dare to say a word—"

Before Han Sheng finished speaking, the door of the private room was kicked open, and the back of Han Sheng's head was slapped with wind. He knelt on the ground with a thud, and howled out with his throat twisted. He couldn't tell which was the kneecap or the back of the head. It hurts even more.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Xing Likun dragged the stunned Song Jin over, his thick eyebrows frowned, and fierceness burst out of his eyes, "You have a good mouth, don't you? Swear back."

Song Jin blinked, stuck like a log, and said nothing.

"I'll let you scold me back." Xing Likun's tone was serious, and his big hands like pincers squeezed Song Jin's arm fiercely.

Song Jin lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly started crying. Just now he endured it for so long, and was so angry that he pressed his hand against the glass, and he didn't shed a single tear. It's the worst man. Now someone is backing him up. But he couldn't go on.

Xing Likun was silent for a few seconds, scolded, bowed his head to the glass shard in Song Jinze's hand, cleaned it up in two or three times, pushed the person outside the box to the door above his head, stepped on a pair of short military boots, and walked slowly to the door. Behind Han Sheng.

Han Sheng noticed the strangeness, and just turned his face to the side, and before he could clearly see the appearance of the person, he was stepped on and pressed to the ground, right on the broken glass that Song Jin pricked his hand just now, from the pinna to the mouth , all rolled full of glass shards, each poking skin and rotten flesh, the pain made him scream, tears and snot came out together, struggling and writhing desperately regardless of his image.

Xing Likun stepped on him with the sole of his shoe and rubbed it hard for another half a meter, leaving a long blood mark on the carpet.

Han Sheng scolded so loudly, "Song Jin, you bastard, you're still looking for a thug!!"

Xing Likun took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff, "I'm not a thug."

Han Sheng squinted at the hunky man who was stepping on him, his pupils trembled, it was the one in the toilet!

Xing Likun sneered, and pressed the cigarette end towards Han Sheng's deformed mouth, "I'm his concubine."

"!!!"

"Your mouth should be scalded and disinfected."