The President Mistook Him For A Canary!

At 02:30 in the morning, in a high-rise room of the Bourdon Hotel, a handsome young man was sitting on the bay window, idly watching the night view.

A bathrobe was casually draped over Tall's thin body, the neckline was open, and mottled red marks were stained on his fair skin, as if it meant that this room had experienced an exciting exercise just now.

The young man lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, which dissipated in the huge room, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

He entered the sage time and began to think about three questions——

who am I?

Where am i?

Who is this silly man lying on the bed?

The first question is easy to answer.

Ying Tongchen, male, 27 years old, his parents divorced.Currently working in a private noble international school, he is an ordinary high school English teacher.

Before tonight, he was still a virgin.

He is now in a five-star hotel in the city center.

If it weren't for the special circumstances tonight, he would never have spent money in such an expensive hotel when school was about to start.

The third question is more profound.

On the two-meter bed, a strange man was lying on it and sleeping soundly. The few scratches on his back were his masterpiece.

The man was lying on his side, revealing a side face, his facial features were like engraved jade, every step was just right, and finally presented a perfect work.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that this human face was on his mind, he wouldn't have made an appointment for this job by mistake, and he wouldn't be sitting here doubting his life right now.

Thinking of this, he felt a dull pain somewhere, so he went to the bedside and kicked the man angrily.Unexpectedly, the man turned out to be the reincarnation of a dead pig. He didn't wake him up at all, but turned over and fell asleep even more soundly.

He kicked his feet twice before lying down. After all, it was a night of thousands of dollars, so it must be worth the rent.

When it comes to tonight, he really can't blame anyone.

Yesterday was his birthday, he went home, ate the cake prepared by the old man, and then rushed back to the school for a meeting. When the meeting ended, the director brought out a cake.In the evening, his good friend invites him to dinner, and somehow conjures a small cake...

"..."

Afterwards, his good gay friend Meng Gong took him to a familiar gay bar, and the two sat in the center, looking pretty good, but no one approached him for a long time.

After he went to the bathroom and separated from Meng Gong, someone came to hook him up.

"The guy who was with you just now was your boyfriend?" A hunk walked up to him and asked, unzipping his hand to relieve him.

He didn't want to chat at this time. In fact, he was still pondering the content of today's meeting in his mind. The group of monkey cubs he brought after graduation graduated this year, and the director assigned him a senior class.

"If you don't tell me, I'll take it as your denial." The hunk trembled, glanced at him triumphantly, and motioned him to look down, "What do you think of me?"

"It's not good." He looked up at the sky and sighed, "It's too small, alas."

Although she is cute at a young age, it is necessary to straighten up the seedlings of the motherland, and the pressure of responsibility is great.

"What do you mean!" The hunk was angry, he zipped up and snorted, "If you don't know what's good, I don't believe you can find someone bigger than me."

After the macho left angrily, Ying Tongchen came to his senses belatedly. Did he miss another marriage just now?

When I returned to the bar, I saw that there was another marriage next to Meng Gong.

Meng Gong is a real muscular man, his tendons are enough to make the blood of those little zeros floating all over the place spurt.

He didn't intend to disturb the good things, but this marriage mentioned him inexplicably: "Is that your boyfriend who sat across from you just now? I won't pretend to be so serious if I dress so formally and have a good intention in this kind of place."

Ying Tongchen: "..."

The next moment, the man saw the scheming man he was talking about walking towards him, and an inexplicable pressure hit him, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Ying Tongchen was only one step away from him, narrowed his eyes slightly, pulled his tie impatiently, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line: "Scheming?"

The man didn't take a closer look at his appearance just now, but now he was stunned.

Ying Tongchen lazily lifted his eyelids, his gold-rimmed glasses concealed his expression somewhat, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a subtle arc, giving him the appearance of a gentle scum.

As a people's teacher, Ying Tongchen habitually wanted to criticize his ripped pants and tattoos. As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the man blushing.

Very good, just like the girls in their class, they blush and feel ashamed when they make a mistake, which means there is help.

"I can ask you out..." The man smiled shyly, and was interrupted by Meng Gong in the middle of speaking.

"You are finally back." Meng Gongru was granted amnesty, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to the man and said, "I'm sorry, I'm also a zero."

The man immediately looked at him with a crazy expression, and then looked expectantly at Ying Tongchen.

Meng Gong has long been accustomed to such eyes, and explained: "Well, he is also Zero."

"What the hell, you guys are playing 00 love." The man stomped his feet and left with his hips akimbo, his heart broken.

Ying Tongchen: "..."

Meng Gong: "Haha, how many times have we been misunderstood?"

Ying Tongchen was also helpless.

Meng Gong wept: "Poor old man, he is still a virgin. I won't keep a little daisy to be buried with me until I die."

"Who isn't." He raised his glass, "Come on, this year's birthday wish is that both of us can get off the list."

"It feels so difficult." Meng Gong gave up hope at all. He couldn't even find a dewy marriage in this kind of place where all the members are gay and love for nothing, and the probability of putting it in other places is even lower.

"Then let's rob and shoot somewhere first." Ying Tongchen teased.

"I think this is relatively simple." Meng Gong chuckled, and then glanced at his serious attire.

An uncluttered shirt and trousers, the buttons of the shirt up to the neckline are neat, and the trousers have no wrinkles.The facial features are exquisite, the tails of the eyes are narrow and long, and the pupils are deep. Coupled with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, there is a bit of abstinence in the serious attire.

Wherever he goes, he is an eye-catching person, but this just hinders his peach blossom road.Most of the people who came together were Xiao Ling who was deceived by his appearance and aura, and he had no future for sexual happiness.

Meng Gong sighed: "Tell me about you, iron wardrobe, flowing shirts, how many flowery clothes can you have?"

"Poor." Ying Tongchen stopped him with a single sentence.

The two were chatting, when suddenly they heard a burst of sobbing.Looking over at the same time, I saw a beautiful-looking man at the next table wiping his tears with his head down.

"Isn't it? Didn't I just say I was poor? Did I poke his pain point?" Ying Tongchen couldn't believe it.

"It's miserable." Meng Gong echoed.

Hearing their conversation, the man shook his head, looked up and said, "It's none of your business."

Ying Tongchen took out two pieces of paper and handed them over: "Wipe, the mascara is gone."

"Thank you." The man lowered his head and wiped for a while, getting more and more angry, and threw the tissue away in a fit of anger.

Meng Gong is a warm-hearted person. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help asking: "Brother, what happened?"

The man pursed his lips, not knowing where to start, and finally he only asked the simplest question: "Do you know me? I'm in the entertainment industry."

Meng Gong took a closer look: "I don't know, I'm in the circle of rich women." He is a senior personal trainer in a private fitness club.

Ying Tongchen added insult to injury: "I don't know, I belong to the rich second generation circle." The students' families are thicker than his.

The man was stunned for half a minute: "You still have a lot of money." After finishing speaking, he felt sad again, "I am a [-] line, my surname is Zhen, and my name is Zhen Mingxin."

Not to mention, he was pimped by the agent.

Hearing that a boss wanted to hire him, the agent packed him directly and sent him downstairs to the hotel. He escaped, and slipped into the nearest bar with one turn.

When he entered the industry, he heard that many wealthy businessmen had special hobbies, but he never thought that he would have this day too. He is only a senior this year, so he is going to be a canary in a cage?

Moreover, is it a good person who usually takes care of a little lover?Most of them are Tu Feiyuan who can't find the target.

"Are you still a student?" Ying Tongchen saw that there was still a pendant on his backpack with the badge of a nearby university printed on it.

"Ah."

Ying Tongchen looked at the time, the gate of the university is usually around eleven o'clock, and frowned: "If you want to talk to someone, you can talk to us. If you don't want to, just go back to your dormitory honestly .”

Zhen Mingxin took a look at the two of them. One had strong muscles and looked very secure.A thin and tall and cold, with slightly cold eyes, inexplicably has a sense of the dean's vision.

He pondered for a moment, and typed up his problem: "I met a man, and he insisted that I go out with him, but I didn't want to."

And this good thing?Meng Gong, who crazily wanted to get out of the order, was very puzzled: "Why don't you want to?"

Zhen Mingxin sniffled: "Because I'm 1, huh."

Meng Gong: "!!!"

Ying Tongchen: "......"

"Isn't this a strong man who locks up men?" Meng Gong said in a dazed voice.

Zhen Mingxin nodded straightly: "And everyone around let me be with this man, otherwise I might lose my job, be suppressed and banned, fall from the [-]th line to the altar, and completely become a passerby. Huh."

Ying Tongchen: "..."

"This is too much!" Meng Gong slapped the table and stood up.

Zhen Mingxin saw that he was warm-hearted, so he sat down directly, and cried while drinking, crying to Meng Gong's heartache: "Don't go, I will take you home tonight, and I promise not to let anyone touch you." She also shook her muscles, "I'm very powerful."

Zhen Mingxin shed tears of envy: "If only I were as powerful as you."

Ying Tongchen: No, you don't want to. It is difficult for power to find a more powerful er as an object.

Meng Gong did what he said and decided to escort Zhen Mingxin home safely.

As soon as the three of them walked out of the bar, Zhen Mingxin's phone rang. It was his manager.

He was too scared to answer: "It's over, it's over, I'm sure I'm going to be scolded. If I don't go, what will that person do if he turns around and retaliates against me?"

Ying Tongchen lit a cigarette, rolled up his shirt sleeves, showing his white and slender wrists: "Where is that man?"

Zhen Mingxin looked at his tall and slender figure, then at Meng Gong's figure full of security, swallowed: "Brother, don't you want to beat him up?"

"We are civilized people." Ying Tongchen said, "We can use civilized methods."

"In what way?"

"Call the police."

Zhen Mingxin: "..." Yes!But he dare not!

"Lao Meng, send him back, I'll call the police."

"Okay, you can do it." Meng Gong was full of confidence in him.

However, Zhen Mingxin felt that his arms could not twist his thighs, and worried about the consequences: "What if, if, if..."

Ying Tongchen's eyes froze.

Zhen Mingxin: "Room 2808 of the Bourdon Hotel!"

Ying Tongchen watched them leave before turning around and walking towards a nearby hotel.

Room 2808.

He stood at the door, took out his mobile phone, pressed 110, and had already made a plan in his heart.

First of all, tell the other party that Zhen Mingxin has a medical condition, such as hemorrhoids, anal fissure, intermittent schizophrenia, sudden AIDS, etc. The specific illness can only be determined after seeing the other party.

If the other party still wants to force, then pretend to find the wrong person, then leave, and call the police.

Of course, the first step can usually solve it. He doesn't believe that there will be people who are willing to take the risk of AIDS and have sex.

He rang the doorbell.

The sound of steady footsteps in the door was getting closer.

Various countermeasures appeared in his mind in an instant until the door opened.

A tall man stood inside, wearing a bathrobe, his hair was still stained with water, slipped down to his neck, and followed the muscle line into an invisible place.

"Coming?" The man's voice was deep and seductive, and his facial features were even more alluring.

While Ying Tongchen was sizing him up, the man also scanned him carefully with his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was no expression on his face, but his toes suddenly tapped the ground twice.

The sound of the collision with the ground is clearly audible.

Ying Tongchen raised his eyes and murmured, "Well, here we come."

"Come in." The man turned sideways calmly to make way, and tapped his toes twice more.