man in suit

Mingchen, male, 36 years old, single, has no children.

When he was young, he was a well-known idol star, with an embroidered pillow with a face, and no ink in his stomach.

The voice is good but there is no singing skills and strength, the appearance is good but it is a vase without acting skills. It used to rely on packaging and publicity to make half of the sky popular. After the age of 28, the career gradually declined. The younger and more handsome idol stars quickly replaced them. Mingchen's position in the entertainment circle.

The idiot old idol who was used to a luxurious life made a fool of a wealthy widow in order to maintain his affluent life. When Mingchen was 34 years old, the beautiful widow died in the home of another young man. The cause of death was excessive drinking.

Well, at least he asked the doctor that he was in good health, no cancer or anything like that.

Judging from his 36-year-old still firm and beautiful skin, this old fair-faced man has worked hard to do a good job as a lover. Both his body and skin are well maintained. The only person who makes him a little dissatisfied is this old idol. The old white man's private life is somewhat chaotic.

Mingchen, that is him, is now lying in a private ward of a mansion. The bed is wide and soft enough for three or four adult men to roll happily on it. The [-]-inch ultra-large LCD TV is directly opposite, no matter it is daytime Even at night, there are professional nursing staff watching by the side at any time.

This is the life of a wealthy family, luxurious and nourishing, the only problem is why a bastard climbed into his bed last night, and had a fling with him all the way.

Ming Chen sat up from the bed while supporting his sore waist, and looked down at the red strawberries on his collarbone and neck. No, it should be said to be cranberries.

He glanced at the half-closed bathroom door, and there was the faint sound of splashing water inside.

As a spy, you have to be vigilant like a cat all the time. If there is any movement, your hair will stand on end. The exciting and tense life makes it difficult for them to relax and enjoy their emotional life. He has seen so many The young fellow fell down in the nest of all kinds of beauties and never got up again.

There is always a trade-off in everything. Since he ascended the throne of the king of agents, countless beauties have come to his door. In order not to let his fame be ruined in bed, he has spent several years of abstinence. While reducing danger, it is also conducive to keeping him awake at all times.

The almost harsh treatment of his love life does not mean that he is a person who is indifferent to X, or that he does not have any needs for X life. On the contrary, he has extremely high requirements in X life. If there is no way to meet his requirements, it is better not to.

Ning Que Wu Lan, he is a paranoid perfectionist and a little obsessive-compulsive disorder. Most people in their line of work have strange problems.

He fell asleep after taking the medicine last night. He had never touched the medicine with hypnotic effect before, but now he is Mingchen, not the king of secret agents, and no one will suddenly appear at him in the middle of the night. A knife in the heart or a bullet in the head.

Oh, of course, he also didn't expect that someone would climb into a sick person's bed in the middle of the night, strip him naked and have a hearty fuck.

Ming Chen couldn't help but click his tongue, the young boy was as energetic as an electric motor.

Judging from the other party's familiarity with his body, the physical intimacy between him and this little fierce horse should not be a day or two, at least for a while, otherwise the kid wouldn't touch him directly every time. Go to the most sensitive places.

The beautiful widow has been dead for two years, what capacity has he stayed in this luxurious palace for these two years?

After probably guessing the answer, he couldn't help but click his tongue, what a fallen man.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, but after a while, a young man with a towel around his waist came out barefoot.

He has short black hair, a handsome and tough face, a solid chest, six-pack abs, and a visually estimated height of 1.8 meters [-]. Like a young tiger, his eyes are full of unbearable ferocity.

With both hands folded in front of his chest, the young tiger leaned against the door of the bathroom and looked at Mingchen, raised his jaw slightly as if he was watching his prey, and smiled contemptuously and arrogantly: "Still motionless like a piece of wood, is it really amnesia? "