Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

Seven or eight pairs of eyes stared at the bottle that was spinning rapidly on the carpet, then stopped, unbiased, and the mouth of the bottle was facing a man in a black suit wearing a white mask.At the bottom of the bottle was a young male publicist in his early twenties who was looking forward to it.

Lan Mingsu was silent under the mask.

Jian Shaomei sat obediently, but her expression was not so calm. She stood up under the crowd's push and shoved, and said as if to cover up: "Why are you so accurate?"

nonsense.To put it bluntly, it is the accuracy and strength. He has practiced shooting countless times since he was a child. Naturally, throwing a wine bottle is a hundred shots.

You have to follow the rules to play the game.

Lan Mingsu also stood up, nodded slightly, and pulled Jian Shaomei into the closet amidst everyone's laughter.The closet is only one square meter of space, and two men who are not short are really crowded in it. Once the door is closed, it seems to be isolated, and the hustle and bustle outside becomes a slight murmur that is not clear.

Lan Mingsu leaned against the closet and adjusted his posture with some difficulty: "Wait."

Naturally, Jian Shaomei didn't expect anything to happen, but even such a close contact made him very fond of it. The faces of the two couldn't avoid touching each other. Jian Shaomei whispered: "If they don't do anything, they can Can't see it?"

So close, I really want to hold him in my arms.

The rules of the game, if you do nothing, you will be punished if you go out.It's hard to say what this punishment is. Lan Mingsu was silent for a long time, and then Jian Shaomei said as if he didn't care, "How about... how about kissing?"

Lan Mingsu's eyelashes moved.

How many kisses?

He didn't know what he was thinking, and somehow he pulled the mask off.The two of them faced each other, the closet was pitch black and nothing could be seen, Jian Shaomei pressed her lips together and kissed lightly.

In fact... they are all adults, kissing a few times doesn't mean anything.Lan Mingsu thought vaguely.The tongue was hooked and sucked, the collar was undone, and a hand came down the front of the chest.What could be the point?In such a gathering, it is already difficult to control, and even if something happens, it cannot be explained by common sense.

Lan Mingsu pulled out the hand that was wandering in the shirt, feeling hot in his heart.Jian Shaomei wanted to move forward, but the hand on his chest was firm, so he had to back away in a little panic, and said in a panic, "Mr. Lan, I didn't mean it."

Lan Mingsu shook his head calmly: "It's okay."

"Mr. Lan, you have helped me so much, I want, I want to do something for you." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he really wanted to do something for him. He tried to untie his belt around his waist.

Lan Mingsu felt that he had never been in such a mess as today.He doesn't even know what he wants.Jian Shaomei's hand reached into his pants, and he wanted to stop it, but he was not very firm.When the finger ring came up, he gritted his teeth and didn't want to make a sound, Jian Shaomei's tongue had already stuck in, and said vaguely: "Mr. Lan, I—"

It was hot and humid up and down, and it was chaotic. In the blur, Lan Mingsu seemed to feel something rubbing between his legs. His breathing was a little fast, and suddenly he heard Jian Shaomei hiss a few times, and said with a little pain: " Mr. Lan, your zipper, zipper..."

Lan Mingsu suddenly lowered his head and stood up straight: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jian Shaomei moved forward a little anxiously, not daring to be too forceful, and said with a small smile, "Mr. Lan, let's continue."

Lan Mingsu slightly pushed his chest away, and said calmly: "No need. No one will care about us."

No one cares about me.Jian Shaomei almost wanted to throw herself into the trash can.Why was the zipper caught so accidentally just now, and now Lan Mingsu can't feel it, how can he continue?

The two silently buttoned the buttons in the closet.

"Mr. Lan, you don't have a boyfriend, what do you do when you need it?" Jian Shaomei asked cheekily in a low voice.

I couldn't help but want to tease him, wondering how he would solve it.Will you stuff things in by yourself in the dead of night?

Lan Mingsu didn't know how to answer this question.He was already a little uncomfortable, but the darkness in the closet hid his shame, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Jian Shaomei lowered her head: "I'm just asking casually, if Mr. Lan doesn't mind..."

Lan Mingsu took a deep breath and said hoarsely, "I haven't eaten all night, are you hungry?"

Jian Shaomei shut up.

Lan Mingsu opened the door of the closet, there were not many people left outside, and most of them went to the hall next to it.He took a step forward, but Jian Shaomei had no choice but to follow him unwillingly.

Every time I talk about him from left to right, when will I nod?

Rock music sounded in the hall next door, and the stage was filled with white mist. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the lights were like daylight. At some point, four silver steel pipes appeared, and a male model was hung on each steel pipe, dancing hotly.

The atmosphere on and off the stage was lively, everyone seemed to be crazy, screaming in excitement.Wearing a mask, it seems to release the real self.Suddenly, the stage became quiet, the melodious music of the saxophone sounded, and several people came out from the backstage one after another.

There are different appearances, ancient and modern, but Jian Shaomei can recognize that these are all the handsome men in the most popular TV series this year, and they are dressed so similarly that they can be confused with real ones.

The audience is already laughing.This is the highlight of today.

Lan Mingsu frowned: "I don't think you can see this."

Jian Shaomei wondered how old you think I am. The more I thought about it, the more unconvinced she became, and she whispered, "How do you know that I can't see it?"

The rock music suddenly sounded again, and amidst the deafening music, several young men on the stage came down.

Jian Shaomei is already weathered: "What is this?"

no?This is to...

Squeezed by people, Lan Mingsu retreated silently to the corner, pointed to the excitement not far away with his chin, and said to Jian Shaomei: "Isn't it worth seeing? Go and see."

Jian Shaomei pursed her lips and lowered her head.He only wanted to look at Mr. Lan's body, and felt disgusted by other people's messy scenes, let alone this kind of scene.

Lan Mingsu looked thoughtfully at the few people passing by the entrance of the hall.

It was a middle-aged man, also wearing a mask, followed by two masked people.Mr. Qian was chatting and joking beside him, leading him to a small room at the back.

Jian Shaomei asked in a low voice: "Who is this? An important person?"

Lan Mingsu glanced at him: "It should be the person he really wants to entertain today. I don't know who it is." He didn't want to know either.

Even Mr. Qian bowed to him with a flattering face, he was afraid that he was really a remarkable person.

Jian Shaomei turned her head and looked around, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely hot, and there were unbearable voices everywhere.He has a depressed face.This place was originally designed to make people lose control, even though Jian Shaomei knew it was dirty, she couldn't control her enthusiasm.

Sure enough, he is still a child, thinking about it, Lan Mingsu couldn't help but smile a little.

"The money will never come back, let's go."

"En." Jian Shaomei nodded.

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Some people don't grow up even if they live to be dozens of years old.Jian Shaomei is such a person.

Every gesture is full of yearning for life, idealized, and rushes forward recklessly when he sees something.

Lan Mingsu drove with his right hand, and the oncoming light hit his thinking face from time to time, flickering on and off.

He thought of the boy sitting next to him.

Jian Shaomei is not a person who has been ravaged by life and has lost hope. As his mother often said, this child has very good qualities.Such a child should not appear on this occasion, but he didn't want to explore Jian Shaomei's family and background, so he didn't ask anything.

Learning music, lack of money, internet celebrity.This is what he knew about Jian Shaomei.

Jian Shaomei was thinking of another thing.Lan Mingsu was driving in the direction of his school, and he was about to arrive, but he felt that tonight was different from before. If he wanted something to happen, it should be tonight.

But he didn't know what to say or do to make something happen.

Stupid, really stupid.So useless.

"Is the door of the dormitory still open?" Lan Mingsu asked.The silence in the car made him a little uncomfortable, he gently pulled his tie, and casually searched for topics.

"Closed." Jian Shaomei's chest throbbed.

It is really closed, but you can climb in from the corner, and the boys in the dormitory will enter from that corner as long as they go back late.So time was never an issue.

Lan Mingsu raised his eyebrows slightly, subconsciously stepped on the brake lightly, and slowed down a bit. "Closed?" Why didn't you say it earlier?

Jian Shaomei nodded speciously, neither saying yes nor no.

He didn't want to lie to Lan Mingsu, but the situation is a little different now.I don't know if it was a dream, but things suddenly benefited him a lot.

The door of the dormitory is closed, so where are you going?

Lan Mingsu was a little uncertain.She didn't say anything after walking for so long, Jian Shaomei should be blamed for this matter.He thought so in his heart, knowing that something was wrong, but he didn't want to say anything to blame.

"Do you want to stay in a hotel, or go to my house?" Lan Mingsu asked hesitantly.

This kid doesn't have much money, and even if he wants to live in a hotel, he has difficulty, so he didn't say anything just now, because he didn't want to cause trouble for him?

Jian Shaomei was a little short of breath, and only the three words "go to my house" were left in her mind. She flew around like a bee, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Lan, please trouble Mr. Lan, why don't you go to Mr. Lan's house? "

"Hmm." Lan Mingsu turned the car around, didn't know what to say for a while, and closed his mouth again.

Something is wrong, very wrong.There was a little sweat in the palm of the hand holding the turntable.

In fact, it was not the first time that Jian Shaomei was allowed to go to his house, and he had been allowed to stay overnight before, so he shouldn't feel this uncomfortable.

Is it because it's too late?

It was past one o'clock in the middle of the night, it had just rained, and there were very few cars on the street.Lan Mingsu flew all the way back home and put the car in the garage.

"Go in." Lan Mingsu opened the door, lowered his head and took off his wet shoes at the door.

Jian Shaomei walked in a little cautiously, and thanked again: "Please trouble Mr. Lan."

Lan Mingsu took out a set of clean black pajamas: "There is hot water in the kitchen and milk in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, warm it up yourself. I still have to write a few emails. You can take a shower first."

"Yeah." I couldn't tell whether it was excitement or what, my fingers were a little hot.

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and couldn't wait to take off the clothes that smelled heavily of alcohol and smoke and threw them on the ground.This is Lan Mingsu's usual bathroom. Jian Shaomei didn't dare to think about it, so she quickly washed her body and changed her clothes. When she came outside, Lan Mingsu was still neatly dressed, with a pensive expression on her face, sitting in front of the computer and typing. What.

It's really hard work, it's past two o'clock, and I'm still working.

"Mr. Lan still not asleep?" The lights in the living room were already dimmed, Jian Shaomei walked to the sofa and picked up the clean pillows and quilts that had been arranged.

"It's almost finished, you go to bed first." Lan Mingsu didn't look back, his expression was still focused, "I feel wronged and sleep on the sofa."

"I'm not wronged." Jian Shaomei hurriedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Lan."

He was lying on the sofa, resting his chin on one hand, looking at the back of the man less than three meters in front of him.

No matter how you look at it, you can't get tired of it.I like the back view, the voice, and even the pen he used.I heard that when a rabbit likes another, it will pee on the things that rabbit used and take it for itself.

He kind of understands that feeling now.

Hey……

I don't really have any hope, do I?Even if he came to his house and slept in his living room, it was still impossible.

Jian Shaomei retracted her head into the quilt, her eyes were dark.Lan Mingsu was nearby, he closed his eyes, listened to the regular sound of keyboard tapping, and sighed deeply.

~

I don't know how long it took, the surroundings were already dark, and Jian Shaomei got up from the quilt in a daze.

He didn't pee just now, so he had to wake up.

He half-closed his eyes and opened the door of the bathroom, turned on the light, there seemed to be some sounds around him, but he didn't pay attention, and opened his pants.It was almost over, when suddenly he had a cold war, his mind cleared up instantly, and he quickly turned his head to look.

In the bathroom, Lan Mingsu was standing under the awning, all wet, with an embarrassed expression on his face, without any clothes on.

There was only the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Jian Shaomei stammered all of a sudden: "Mr. Lan, Mr. Lan, I didn't realize you were here. You, you take a bath?"

God, Lan Mingsu watched him the whole time?

He pulled up his pants, wishing he couldn't help himself, but couldn't help but glance at Lan Mingsu's body.