Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

The self-inflicted god An Dashen was pressed on the sofa, lying powerlessly on his back in large characters, and he didn't even have the strength to roar, so he could only keep opening his mouth in vain, exhaling like a goldfish off the shore, "... stab ...Aw...get off...drive..."

"Don't make noise." Mo Bajue lay on top of him, a little itchy from the man's breath in his ears, raised his big hand, covered An Ran's mouth, and buried his face in the man's neck by the way Rubbed.

An Ran's sharp eyes widened in shock, and his face flushed instantly.

Xiao Wu, the drama manager, was howling at the top of his throat. You can imagine his swollen face without looking at it, like a constipated person squatting on the toilet so anxious and depressed, but he just refused to let go.

In order to save their own lives, the others rushed forward to snatch the microphone, but they were overwhelmed by the heart-piercing tenor before they could reach them, and became a ghost at the foot of Xiao Wu's trousers.

Before the photographer died, he vomited blood and wrote his last words on the ground in resentment——

Humans gave birth to Xiao Wu, but he destroyed human beings with his singing.

Under the background music that could kill people, An Ran only felt that this box was a cave full of demons, and now he felt like he was being fucked by someone...

rape……

This kind of thought made An Ran completely angry and indignant. He twisted his body vigorously, bent one knee and tried to push the person on him down, but found that the position of the top was very dangerous and gave up. It must be understood here, as Being gay, it's not his fault that he's more sensitive to parts of the same sex - so he tries to raise one side of his body a little bit, and rolls the bastard who doesn't drink.

The result is of course a failure. Even a drunk fool is at least a little bit more lethal than the young master who is strong on the outside and doing nothing in the middle. When he sensed that the mattress under him was a little restless, Mo Bajue grunted in dissatisfaction, and his long legs were casual. However, he cleverly entangled with each other, easily restraining his movements.

When everyone finally found poor An Dashen, he had been pressed on the sofa for a full two hours, during which the physical and mental torture made him almost breathless.That is to say, while he was absent-minded, several people supported him and Mo Bajue, and walked out of the KTV.

There were not many pedestrians on the street in the middle of the night, and there were not many taxis, and finally stopped one. An Ran didn't even know whether he was wearing sunglasses, so he was stuffed into it in a daze. Just now he was relieved, a huge body He was also stuffed in, caught off guard, he was slammed against the car door, lying on the glass, his handsome face was distorted into a strange shape.

Four people were squeezed into a small taxi in an instant, and there were a few unlucky people who didn't grab their seats standing outside blowing the cold wind. The driver looked at the group of people in horror, "Where are you going?"

Xiao Wu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head and pointed to his hoarse throat.

The little assistant gave an address helplessly. Just as the driver was about to drive, Chen Lin suddenly jumped up and pressed the steering wheel with his eyes wide open, "Wait! Wait...how much does it cost to go to the hotel..."

The driver gasped in fright, and stammered, "No, it's not far, the starting price is enough, ten yuan."

"Oh..." Chen Lin breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his neck, completely unaware that he was sitting on the assistant's lap, twisted a bit, and said calmly, "Can it be cheaper?"

... Is it possible to negotiate the price of a taxi?

Before the driver had time to speak, Chen Lin continued, "Would you give you 40 yuan for five people?"

"..." There was silence in the car for a second, and the driver nodded happily, "All right! 35 is fine!"

Chen Lin turned his head happily, bumped his elbow on the assistant's chest, and made a bang, "I saved 15 yuan, 15 yuan!"

The little assistant was almost injured internally by those knocks, nodded with a wry smile, and then called the driver, "Please hurry up."

The driver nodded again and again, and as soon as he stretched out his foot, he was about to step on the brake——

"wait wait wait!"

Chen Lin jumped up again, pointing to Shen Cheng, who was blowing cold wind with others on the street outside the car window, his catalog was about to burst, "Master, hurry up, that is the dog leg of the Great God, a spy of the motherland, hit him to death !"

"..."

When a certain director was suppressed desperately by the little assistant, and the driver felt that he could finally step on the accelerator with tears streaming down his face, as the car body surged up like the wind, a certain god who had been neglected and pinned down on the car door suddenly opened his eyes. mouthed.

"vomit--"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Bajue, wake up! Damn, your whole body is covered with..."

"It's disgusting... Goo... (╯﹏╰)b... I, I want to vomit too..."

The car drove into the darkness with howling ghosts and howling wolves, and a certain driver swore to himself that if he came to pick up passengers at Melody in this life, he would be a pig!

A strange tranquility was maintained in the carriage, and it arrived at the gate of the hotel smoothly all the way. The door opened, and several stinky people climbed down.

With a pale face, An Ran and Xiao Wu carried Mo Bajue, whose body was full of filth, whether he was in a coma or in a coma, while the little assistant desperately dragged the drunken, stupid director whose legs were limp.

Although the little assistant's face was not good, he was still sober. He took out 50 yuan and handed it to the driver who was about to cry, and smiled apologetically, "There's no need to look for it."

"No!" A certain director who had been sluggish all the way suddenly regained his spirits, desperately holding on to the car door and refused to leave, "Change! Fifteen! Who said you don't need to look for it, I managed to negotiate a price successfully once, change money..."

Satisfied, he snatched back 15 yuan, and Chen Lin turned his head happily, "Go back to the hotel and sleep!"

He took two steps, slapped, and sat down on the carpet at the door.

The little assistant shook his head dumbfounded, walked up to Chen Lin and knelt down, "Come up."

Chen Lin blinked in confusion, and put his hands around the assistant's neck. The next second, his body rose into the air, and he continued to be confused while leaning on the assistant's back.

Although the young man is a bit taller than Chen Lin, Chen Lin is a man after all, and it is still a bit difficult to carry it back. He has to take three breaths when he takes a step. He took a deep breath, turned his head and smiled reluctantly at An Ran, "We don't know about Brother Bajue. Where do you live, I will trouble Mr. An tonight."

An Ran was still recovering from the blow he had vomited on the car in embarrassment, his face turned cold when he heard this, "I don't care, what does it matter to me where he died?"

The little assistant looked at the filth on Mo Bajue's body pointedly, "But what on him... um, has a lot to do with Mr. An."

After a while of silence, An Dashen turned his head and stared at Xiao Wu fiercely, "Damn it, why don't you help me get him up?!"

An Ran's room is huge, and it is the most luxurious configuration in this county hotel with limited conditions.Xiao Wu finally carried Mo Bajue into the bathroom under the fierce eyes of the Great God, and almost fled in despair.

His own body was also terribly dirty, An Ran looked at Mo Bajue with disgust, kicked it away, took off his clothes and threw them into the trash can, just about to take a hot shower, but remembered that the plaster cast on his hand could not In the water, Shen Cheng was not there, so he had to help himself.

Anxiously cursed, An Ran scratched his short hair, went out to find a waiter to get a waterproof membrane for himself.

After wrapping up the wound, he walked back to the bathroom, but he heard the sound of splashing water from afar.

The guy is awake?

An Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, paused her footsteps, then walked over in a loud voice, and opened the door, "Damn fool, are you pretending...to be drunk..."

When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he felt his heart pounding and almost jumped out of his throat.

The white shirt on the upper body of the man was wet from the hot water from the shower, and it was transparently attached to his honey-colored skin, revealing a broad chest and a well-proportioned six-pack abs, while the trousers hung dangerously on the hip bones , showing sexy lines.The usually neatly combed black hair was scattered on the forehead, covering the eyes, but the full lips were slightly parted dangerously.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Bajue leaned against the tiled wall of the bathroom, stretched out his hand to lift his forehead hair, and looked at An Ran who was standing blankly at the door, his dark eyes were calm and calm.

Probably due to drunkenness, no matter how you look at that movement, there is a hint of lazy charm.

An Ran swallowed hard, but his voice was suddenly loud.

Terrible.

With such an annoying face, how could he have such a good figure?

An Ran suddenly became in a bad mood, but couldn't help but glanced at him quietly, tsk tsk, if there was any way to cover that face, it would be great if I could only see his body...

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Thinking of this, Xiao Xiaowai's ordinary, cowardly but surprisingly seductive face suddenly appeared in his mind. If these two people were merged... On the slender and fit body, there was a melon-like face. The Great God was instantly disgusted by his own imagination.

Mo Bajue barely stood up while supporting the black marble wall, shook the water from his hair, rubbed the center of his brows with some discomfort, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this?"

"Hotel, my room." An Ran turned his gaze away from that alluring body unconsciously, but then glanced back again and again, dryly and fiercely, "Since you're awake, go home, I'm not here Not a homeless shelter."

"...my home is in the suburbs." Mo Bajue lifted all the hair on his forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and his deep and sharp facial features revealed a kind of arrogance and awe.

Looks like someone else.

An Ran felt that his throat was a little dry. Under such a pressing stare, all the muscles in his body were tense, but he refused to show weakness and raised his chin, "I, I don't care where you live, don't you have strong legs? Climb back, who made you drunk."

"……you."

"I..." An Ran held his breath in his throat, "Who knew you could drink so badly!"

Mo Bajue said indifferently, "Better than you."

"Compared to me?" An Ran laughed back angrily, "Who do you think you can rely on to get here?"

Mo Bajue lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then pointed to the dirt on his clothes, "Rely on this?"

One hit... hits the mark.

An Ran, who was stabbed firmly in the painful foot, almost wanted to bang his head against the wall, and his mind was in a frenzy, full of thoughts about how to kill the person who witnessed his ugly appearance tonight!

"Besides, you haven't paid me back the money you paid for the shower."

... You haven't paid me back the money you paid for the shower.

... You haven't paid me back the money you paid for the shower.

... You haven't paid me back the money you paid for the shower.

Taking a deep breath, An Dashen broke out completely, and stared in disbelief, "Do you think I still owe you those dozens of dollars?!"

Mo Bajue glanced at him lightly, although he didn't speak, but the disdain and worry in his eyes said everything.

An gas made her whole body tremble, and her face was so gloomy that she could drag the floor. For a long time, she exhaled slowly, gritted her teeth and said word by word, "You, here, I, wait, wait!"

After speaking, he rushed out like a gust of wind, and a few seconds later, rushed back like a gust of wind, and threw a pink leader from his hand with a clatter.

The banknotes fell to his feet limply and limply like fallen leaves, and Mo Bajue didn't even look at them, "I can't find them."

"..."

The raging flame behind An Ran gradually faded, "I can't find it..."

He began to feel hopeless, a hopeless feeling that he would be entangled forever by these fools for dozens of dollars.

Mo Bajue stared at him for a long time with eyes that killed his father and enemy, sighed helplessly, bent down to pick up the banknote, stepped forward and stuffed it into his hand, "Use it to pay for the house."

Turning around and starting to take off his clothes, the vomit stuck to his body, it was really dirty.

The shirt was followed by trousers, and soon, a beautiful naked man appeared in front of An Dashen.Water trickled down his black hair and face, over his shoulders, over his chest, then that smooth, shapely six-pack...then...

An Ran stared blankly at everything in front of him, and it took him a long time to find his own voice, which was lower than usual, "The money is not enough..."

not enough……

An Dashen didn't understand for a while, whether it was not enough to pay for the house with tens of yuan, or the desire and thirst that suddenly burned in his body was not enough. At this moment, he only understood one thing, that is, in his 27 years of life, For the first time, I seriously spurned the fact that I am a GAY who is prone to react to men's bodies.

Because that's not about love.

Mo Bajue obviously didn't understand how dangerous the man in front of him was. Even if he knew, he would have no reason to be afraid of this half-crippled young master, so he justly and honestly did what he thought was reasonable—— Pulled An Dashen, who was stuck at the door, into the bathroom, and closed the door.

"Then I'll take a bath for you, and I'll give you the service fee too... Ugh!"

The moment the fingers touched, the world suddenly turned upside down, and Bajue let out a muffled groan from the pain of hitting a hard object on the back of his head. Unprepared, he was thrown down on the hard tiled floor of the bathroom by the young master who was completely intimidating in his eyes. superior.

There was fire burning in An Ran's eyes.