Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch was nestled in the sofa of the hotel suite, and he felt a little dizzy when he calmed down. It seemed that the aftermath of the wine he drank had picked up, and his stomach also felt uncomfortable. Lynch rubbed his stomach with both hands, and muttered: "Little clock..."

Where did Zhong Yanzhai go after throwing someone on the sofa?

Lynch struggled hard. The sofa was oval, loose and soft, and he was stuck in it like a tortoise falling on its back, unable to extricate itself.

His hand was suddenly pulled, and Lynch stood up with strength, and was held down by the person who pulled him up dizzily, and sat down on his strong thigh. Zhong Yanzhai stuffed the hangover medicine into the He said, "Open your mouth."

Lynch was not so drunk that he was completely unconscious, so he sipped down the medicine vigorously with his mouth open.

Zhong Yanzhai took the hot noodle soup from the takeaway bag on the table, poured it into the big bowl he just took out from the disinfection cabinet, and stopped after pouring a third of it.

Lynch leaned on his shoulder, covered his stomach with one hand, and frowned slightly, rarely looking a little fragile in Zhong Yanzhai's eyes.

"Eat something, it won't hurt your stomach so much." Zhong Yanzhai raised his bowl, rolled up noodles and fed it to Lynch. Lynch didn't eat a few mouthfuls. Zhong Yanzhai brought him a bowl and asked him to drink soup. It seemed that vinegar was added, and it tasted very refreshing. Lynch ate half a bowl with his eyes closed, and finally regained his senses. He opened his eyes and said, "Thanks, it's much more comfortable."

He glanced at the open takeaway bag and whispered, "Did I eat your supper?"

Zhong Yanzhai put down the bowl and took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth. The action was not gentle but neat. Lynch turned his face to look at his cold face and smiled, "Or did you order it specially for me?"

Before Zhong Yanzhai could answer him, Lynch pouted his lips and gave Zhong Yanzhai a 'pop' forcefully on Zhong Yanzhai's lips, his eyes blurred and he said, "Zhai Zhai, you are so kind."

Zhong Yanzhai wanted to beat him up.

Hooking up with other racing drivers in front of him, what do you still call him now-'Zhai Zhai'?Is it floating?

Zhong Yanzhai pinched his chin and kissed him again.

Lynch responded enthusiastically.

The soft sofa was deeply sunken, and the two anxious men only took off their pants, while the other went too far and only opened the zipper.

Zhong Yanzhai leaned on the sofa with one hand and stroked the curve outlined by Lynch's milky white shirt with one hand. His eyes were dark and his expression was cold. Contrary to his cold expression, there was a passionate instinct.

The well-trained six-pack thin abdominal muscles were looming under the white shirt, and they could be retracted freely. Driven by alcohol, Lynch put his hands on Zhong Yanzhai's shoulders, swayed and swayed, completely turning himself into a lover. slave.

The wildly beautiful mess of thoughts in his mind took the high ground.

Fuck Plato.

I just want to have sex.

Zhong Yanzhai covered his nose with his hand to suppress his breath, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Who am I?"

Lynch looked at Zhong Yanzhai with a smile, and fell slowly under Zhong Yanzhai's gaze. He leaned close to Zhong Yanzhai, grabbed his skirt, and licked Zhong Yanzhai's fingertips lazily with the tip of his tongue ,"my sweetheart."

Zhong Yanzhai said in his heart: Goblin, lying goblin.

He was so excited because of this kind of lie that he wanted to chew up and swallow the person in front of him.

Zhong Yanzhai raised his body and wanted to stand up on the bed. As soon as he tried his best, he sank again because of the soft sofa. Lynch leaned against him, and the force of his sudden fall made him groan.

Zhong Yanzhai's T-shirt was stained.

Lynch trembled twice as if convulsed, lay on Zhong Yanzhai's shoulder to catch his breath, looked down at his black T-shirt, and said softly, "I'll wipe it for you."

After unbuttoning his shirt with his fingers, Lynch took out a hand and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it for Zhong Yanzhai.

Zhong Yanzhai held his wrist, Lynch half-closed his eyes in doubt and raised his face, the other half of the shirt was still loosely draped on him, revealing only half of his graceful and smooth upper body, Zhong Yanzhai couldn't bear it and said: "Stand up .”

Lynch supported his shoulders, trying to use his strength to stand up, but after using his strength, he fell again. This time, both of them snorted, and Lynch said weakly, "Legs are weak, I can't stand up."

Zhong Yanzhai glanced down at the noodle bowl on the coffee table, lifted his foot to sweep the noodle bowl down, put one hand on the back of Lynch's head, and suddenly pushed Lynch back, Lynch let out an 'ah', People have already collapsed on the cold marble coffee table.

Zhong Yanzhai finally seized the initiative, carried Lynch and threw him directly on the bed, "Lie down!"

Lynch said 'hmm', turned his face and smiled at Zhong Yanzhai who was blushing, "Baby, come on."

The hotel bed was even softer, as if trapped in a ball of light and fluffy feathers, as if there were feathers flying all over the sky, scratching Lynch's skin, a feeling like an electric shock came from his peripheral nerves, and Lynch trembled convulsively again up.

When Lynch woke up the next day, his whole body was sore and sore, just like the first time he slept with Zhong Yanzhai, no, it was worse than that time, all muscles went on strike.

Scattered fragments emerged in my mind to make up the memory of the whole night.

First on the sofa, he touched Zhong Yanzhai with his navel orange, and he took the initiative the whole time. After that, Zhong Yanzhai dragged him to the bed, where he slapped him twice, and then Zhong Yanzhai drove him step by step to the bathroom.

In the picture in Lynch's mind, he knelt on the ground and cried for a while because his feet were weak and he couldn't walk.

Lynch: "..."

Lynch lifted the quilt stiffly, lowered his head and took a hard look at his knee—well, it was blue.

"Wake up." Zhong Yanzhai came out from the bathroom. His lower body was wrapped with a bath towel, and the towel covered his wet hair. There were several scratches here and there on his exposed chest.

Lynch glanced at his fingernails.

Zhong Yanzhai came over and took off the bath towel, Lynch's eyes were involuntarily drawn to him.

It's just yesterday's seemingly quiet thing... a perpetual motion machine?

Zhong Yanzhai put on his clothes and said to Lynch, "Can you wake up?"

Lynch: "I can't get up." Not only was his body uncomfortable, but his voice was also so hoarse, as if he had been singing K all night.

As soon as Lynch thought this, a new image immediately appeared in his mind: In the bathroom, Zhong Yanzhai frowned and bathed him, and he sang out of tune, "Take a shower, drink it, let me drop it..." , Zhong Yanzhai couldn't take it anymore, and used physical means to shut him up, and he was very happy.

A burning sensation came from deep in his throat, and Lynch closed his eyes in a horrible way. He, he...he was no longer drunk.

"You rest, I'll go to the training ground to have a look," Zhong Yanzhai took the coat beside the bed, "Call me if you need anything."

"Don't—" Lynch opened his eyes suddenly, and took Zhong Yanzhai's hand.

Zhong Yanzhai turned around with a calm expression.

Lynch did not forget the scene of meeting He Yao last night.

There is one thing to say, He Yao does seem to be a good match for Zhong Yanzhai, at least from the appearance.

Facing Zhong Yanzhai's indifferent expression, Lynch bit the bullet and said, "Don't go, just stay with me."

Zhong Yanzhai: "..."

He bent down, touched Lynch's forehead with the back of his hand, and then touched his own forehead.

Lynch: "..." Come on, he doesn't have a fever.

After confirming that Lynch wasn't out of his mind, Zhong Yanzhai narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"

Lynch was confused, "I, I'm Lynch."

Zhong Yanzhai's eyes were sharp, and he stared at Lynch closely without saying a word.

Lynch said cautiously: "Your navigator?"

This kind of thing like rebirth can happen to me, Zhong Yanzhai just went away for a second in the direction of science fiction, and then came back soon, sneered: "Isn't it Qiqibao?"

Lynch: "..." It's not impossible.

Zhong Yanzhai started to take off his clothes with a cold face, Lynch's eyes were terrified with a hint of shyness, and a little bit of self-confidence.

Zhong Yanzhai stripped himself off, lifted the quilt and got into the bed, stretched out his long arms, and hugged Lynch in his arms like a big toy.

Zhong Yanzhai, who had just taken a bath, still had a faint scent of shower gel on his body, which was warm and pleasant to smell. Lynch turned his face, and said in an insatiable way: "Rub it for me."

Zhong Yanzhai lowered his head and stared at him, then raised his hand to gently massage Lynch's stiff muscles.

Lin Qi leaned comfortably on Zhong Yanzhai's chest muscles, and smiled happily. What could be happier than sleeping in the arms of a beautiful man.

Zhong Yanzhai saw that he was breathing evenly and fell asleep soon, and the massage movements became softer and gentler. He lowered his head and looked at Lynch tenderly, and gently kissed Lynch's forehead.

baby……

Zhong Yanzhai hooked his lips and smiled, mouthing silently - 'Baby'.

I don't know if it was Zhong Yanzhai's beautiful embrace that played a role, or Lynch's sexual potential was being developed day by day, Lynch was able to get out of bed before noon.

"I still have to go to the training ground." Lynch took a shower, changed his clothes, and said while putting on his socks, "You can't delay your business by falling in love."

Zhong Yanzhai remembered that when he was waiting for Lynch at the door last night, when Lynch got out of the car, he said to Cheng Feng that he would work hard, very serious, and because he was serious, he was very charming.

This person is always lazy and casual, his seriousness is very precious, Zhong Yanzhai only saw him use it in racing.

As long as he sits in the racing car, whether he is holding the steering wheel or sitting in the co-pilot seat, Lynch's expression will always be so serious.

In his previous life, among the numerous fights between him and Lynch, Lynch almost fought him once, because Zhong Yanzhai threw his helmet while arguing with him.

"X your mother, Zhong Yanzhai, you also deserve a racing car like this?!"

"You treat racing as a game, do you know what racing is to me? It's life!"

"Okay," Lynch got up and turned his neck, "ok, let's go."

Zhong Yanzhai rolled his Adam's apple, stood up and said to Lynch, "Go."

The two went to the restaurant of the hotel for dinner, but were unfortunately told by the waiter that a reservation was needed for lunch, and the restaurant had no seats.

"Okay, let's go to my fan resort and have a bite." Lynch suggested.

Zhong Yanzhai glanced at him, Lynch inexplicably felt the pressure.

"Hi."

A voice came from behind the two of them, Lynch turned his head first, and almost didn't swear in his heart, why is he everywhere!

He Yao had a suit jacket hanging on his arm, a white shirt, black trousers, and silver-rimmed glasses. He had an aura between a business elite and a literati. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't be connected with a racing driver.

"Are you going to have lunch? I've made a reservation. If you don't mind, we can go together." He Yao seemed to have a good impression of the two of them. Even though he encountered Zhong Yanzhai's cold face last night, he still smiled like a spring breeze.

"Mind." Zhong Yanzhai said simply.

The smile on He Yao's face faded a little, his eyes fixed on Lynch's face from looking at the two in general, "What about Lynch?"

"I..." Lynch was very satisfied with Zhong Yanzhai's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and his mood improved a lot, and he was about to organize his words to reject He Yao tactfully.

He Yao said again: "Actually, I didn't have the nerve to say last night that I'm your fan."

Lynch: "Huh?"

"Lao Tang went to pick you up on behalf of us last night. I have something to do. When I rushed over, they said you had already left."

He Yao smiled shyly, "I'm the vice president of the fan association."

Lynch was completely shocked. He began to doubt his identity. Could it be that he is not a tool man, but a heartthrob?Is this He Yao lying to him?

"Really." Seeing Lynch's suspicious eyes, He Yao hurriedly took out his driver's license, opened it, and there was a photo inside. The corners were a little wrinkled, and it was several years old. Look at the photo he took when he won an award not long after his debut, his signature in the lower right corner has faded.

Lynch: "...Really."

He Yao smiled happily, "Can I treat you to a meal?"

Lynch glanced quietly at Zhong Yanzhai who was beside him, and Zhong Yanzhai gave him a look back, with a 'swish' in his eyes that was about to fly out of a knife.

"It's okay if you don't like it here." He Yao closed his ID and grinned, "We can go to Laotang's resort to eat."

Lynch: ...Don't talk about it, the knife has already been inserted into the body, it hurts.