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Being hugged by a strange man, with those big hands pressed against his back, Zhang Haoran could still feel the warmth of the other's palm even though the sweater blocked him.

His face was already flushed from the alcohol, but now his head was almost smoking.

With the ridicule just now echoing in his mind, he stretched out his hand to push the other party.

The result is getting more and more wrong.

Tang Jingxuan thought it was funny looking at the person who was tossing in his arms, but he could tell from the smell of alcohol coming from the other person that he must have drunk a lot.

"The frequency of your throwing arms and hugs is a bit high."

Zhang Haoran gritted his teeth and raised his head to glare.

Then froze.

He is 1.8 meters tall, this man is actually much taller than him, probably more than [-] meters.

And he is also handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a high nose bridge, and a small dimple on the left side of his cheek!

Zhang Haoran stared at the other party's face for a moment, a little dumbfounded.

He's a dimple addict!

I especially like the dimples on the chubby little baby's face.

Usually, he would stare for a long time whenever he saw a dimpled face in a photo.

Now this man is not only tall and handsome, but also has dimples, which makes him like it even more.

Seeing him staring at his face stupidly, Tang Jingxuan raised the corners of his mouth, and the dimples on his cheeks became deeper.

Zhang Haoran felt dizzy that his legs were weak, swallowed unconsciously, and asked tremblingly: "I, am I where I met you?"

If he was awake now, he would just swallow silently and secretly glance at the other person to admire him, but the problem is that his mouth is not controlled by his brain at all.

Tang Jingxuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at his blushing face and watery eyes, and said with a smile, "Are you talking to me?"

Zhang Haoran blinked his eyes, leaned on the opponent's chest and grabbed the opponent's arm with one hand, and nodded vigorously, "Yes."

"Is your name Zhang Haoran?" The door was pushed open again. After all, this place is a public place. It's outrageous for them to hug each other here. Tang Jingxuan half-turned his body to help him block the zipper that was still stuck. Let him go out.

Zhang Haoran was completely controlled by Jiu Jin'er, and he followed the other party out foolishly, and he smiled and nodded with a little excitement, "You know me, I don't even know you, it's not fair, you call me What? Is it called a small dimple?"

Amused by his stupidity, and hearing the nickname he gave himself, Tang Jingxuan also understood, dare to be not only a drunkard, but also a dimple control?

After all, news of Zhang Haoran's divorce is basically broadcast on Weibo, newspapers and TV today. Although Tang Jingxuan doesn't care much about it, he still clicks on such popular headlines to gossip.

It's just that he didn't expect the drunk Zhang Haoran to be so funny.

"I'm not Xiaodiwo, I'm Tang Jingxuan." It was unclear which cubicle he was in, so Tang Jingxuan could only lower his head and ask, "Where do you eat?"

Zhang Haoran snorted, wrinkled his face, thought for a while, then shook his head, "I forgot."

"Call your friend?" He glanced at his trouser pocket, reached out to touch it, and it was definitely a mobile phone.

But when I took it out, it turned off.

Tried to turn it on, only to find it was out of power.

Tang Jingxuan looked at the drowsy man in his arms, bent down and hugged him horizontally.

Either this man's arm strength and waist strength are really perfect. Although Zhang Haoran is not a strong man, he still weighs more than 120 kilograms. He was easily picked up by another man. How can he cry?

"Huh?" Feeling his body off the ground, Zhang Haoran struggled to open his eyes in a daze.

"I'm a good person to the end, you go to sleep, I'll take you upstairs first." Turning around to go to the elevator, Tang Jingxuan looked down at the person who was leaning on his chest and was about to sleep, and chuckled.

He's quite obedient if he drinks too much, and he's not noisy.

Here Tang Jingxuan left with the drunk cat Zhang Haoran in his arms, while Hu Jianwen in the cubicle over there was dying of anxiety.

Because the signal here is not very good, Zhang Haoran was nowhere to be found after going out to answer the phone, and there was no one in the bathroom.

Call the phone and turn it off.

In desperation, Hu Jianwen approached the waiter in charge of this area and asked her if she had seen Zhang Haoran.

The waiter nodded and said, "Mr. Zhang drank too much, the boss sent him back."

Hu Jianwen frowned, "Boss? You mean the boss of the restaurant?"

"Well, I saw the boss took him away, not long ago." The waiter smiled politely, feeling that the boss's gesture when he took Zhang Haoran away should be omitted and cannot be said.

Hu Jianwen thanked him and hurried out.

Fortunately, here is to pay first before eating, otherwise he would have to delay some time.

It's a pity that no matter how fast he walked out, he could only helplessly watch the buttocks of the black Bentley disappear from his eyes, raised his hands and scratched his head, and continued to call Zhang Haoran on his cell phone.

As a result, no one answered the work mobile phone, and the personal mobile phone was turned off.

He sighed, raised his hand to touch his chin and muttered, "Buddha blesses you, please don't mess around after drinking, or I'll be scolded to death by that kid."

Did the Buddha hear it?

The Buddha heard it, but it was a pity that the Buddha was too busy to take care of him.

Speaking of which, Tang Jingxuan, who was said to be going downstairs by the waiter, actually took Zhang Haoran upstairs, and after arriving at the private space on the tenth floor, which is where he worked and rested here, Zhang Haoran was almost asleep.

Only for a few minutes.

Put the man on the bed, and wanted to pour him a glass of water and wipe his face with a towel to cool down, but just as he put the man down, before he straightened up, he was hugged around the neck.

Tang Jingxuan didn't expect him to make such a big move, so he threw himself forward.

His hands were on both sides of the opponent's shoulders, and his neck was tightly hugged.

I don't know if his low body temperature made the other party feel comfortable, or because of other reasons, anyway, Zhang Haoran hugged him and started to rub.

Cheek to cheek, he felt Zhang Haoran's warm temperature.

Zhang Haoran rubbed his eyes for a while, but still felt hot, and began to stretch his sweater.

Tang Jingxuan watched helplessly as he stretched the pullover into a skirt, and quickly stretched out his hand to stop it.

"Sweaters don't come off like this."

Zhang Haoran frowned and moaned, "It's hot, it's so hot, woohoo, take it off!"

"Heh," Tang Jingxuan looked at him amusedly, and patted his face lightly, "Sit up."

How could Zhang Haoran listen to him, he continued to pull the sweater after his hands were released.

"You're such an annoying fairy." Tang Jingxuan bent down to pull him up, and stretched out his hand to take off his sweater.

As a result, the sweater was taken off, and he started to kick his legs to take off his pants again.

Tang Jingxuan narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed his trouser legs, and pulled them down.

So far, all Zhang Haoran took off was a pair of small briefs.

Because of the alcohol, his whole body showed a light pink color. He was long-legged and thin-waisted, and his handsome face had a coquettish expression of pouting and frowning.

Tang Jingxuan blinked, stared at Zhang Haoran for a while, and then took a deep breath.

He felt that he needed to calm down.

Although he is not a good man and a believer in women, he still hopes to be sympathetic in this kind of thing.

Go take a cold shower.

Just do it when you think about it, take off your clothes to reveal your muscular upper body, with a honey-colored complexion and perfect chest and abdominal muscles, making people drool just looking at it.

It's a pity that there is only one drunk cat left in the room, no one appreciates it.

It didn't take long to take a cold shower, and he also washed his hair by the way.

After wiping off the water stains on his body casually, he came out wearing a long white bathrobe. After seeing the little man on the bed who was splayed in the middle of the bed in the shape of "big" and even took off his underwear, a gust of hot air rushed to the top of his head again. The third leg rushes.

It's so hard to die, maybe because he felt the cold breath on his body, the little man who was supposed to be asleep actually opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Tang Jingxuan who was standing by the bed didn't move, just looked at him like that.

Zhang Haoran licked his lips, he felt thirsty.

After staring at the unknown man for a while, he looked down at his naked state, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then said something surprising.

"Let's do it!"

Tang Jingxuan's brain thumped, and he looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief, "What did you say?" His voice cracked a bit.

Zhang Haoran squinted at him, sat up unsteadily and threw himself forward, put his arms around his waist and pressed his face against his cold abdominal muscles, rubbing against him.

"Well... let's do it."

If he has been teased like this and doesn't respond, then there must be something wrong with him!

Tang Jingxuan looked down at Zhang Haoran, narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched his chin and forced him to look up at Zhang Haoran, "Are you sure?"

Zhang Haoran blinked and blinked, his eyes couldn't focus, but he still nodded, "Well," then grinned foolishly, "Do it!"

Tang Jingxuan directly bent down and pushed him down, pressed him down and kissed him.

Again and again, not again, I have already invited him three times, no matter how tense I am, it is not in line with his character.

Zhang Haoran hadn't experienced the feeling of two people's skin-to-skin contact for a long time. After touching Tang Jingxuan's chest, legs to legs, and mouth to mouth, his comfortable toes curled up.

Tang Jingxuan was very satisfied with the touch of his skin, as if he would suck his fingers on it, it was slippery.

When Zhang Haoran was kneeling on the bed and being kissed from behind with his neck hooked, his brain had stopped functioning.

"Relax," Tang Jingxuan felt the tension in his back, leaned on his back and kissed the back of his neck lightly, and then... "Mmm, baby, you are so tight."

Unexpectedly, he would come right away, Zhang Haoran screamed, "It hurts!"

Tang Jingxuan took a deep breath, slowed down his movements, and stretched out his hand to comfort him.

Zhang Haoran looked at him aggrievedly from the side, coquettishly like a cat meowing, "It hurts, slow down."

If he didn't say this, Tang Jingxuan would probably be able to bear it.

But he had to tease him.

It is impossible to bear it.

Slower?

what is that?

Young master Tang said that his waist is strong and strong, and it looks like he has an electric motor installed, making crackling noises.

Those who raised their legs, those who were lying down, those who were standing, and those who were kneeling, were tossed and tossed three times. Zhang Haoran couldn't even make a sound in the end, and his whole body was limp in Tang Jingxuan's arms.

"Well... no... please..." He was really out of strength as he suppressed his voice and cried.