Today's Shura field is also very lively

In the middle of the night, the atmosphere on the second floor of the Yatan Mansion was extremely hot.

The Yatan Mansion is a nightclub mansion specially created for the rich in this city. The ladies and young masters in it are naturally carefully selected, which is very pleasing to the eye.

But at this time, the eyes of the young masters and young ladies who were accompanying the drink on the second floor were almost glued to a man in the booth.

The man was wearing a lead gray shirt, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, one button was loosely undone, his long arms resting on the sofa, a few strands of black hair fell on his unruly eyebrows, and his eyes were half closed.

The aura around the man was oppressive, his long legs were crossed together, and his forehead was propped up with one hand, carelessly.

It was a man with extremely male hormones, and he was extremely aggressive, which attracted many men and women who admired him to stick their eyes to the man's strong upper body.

Yan Huan casually looked at the man in front of him whose neck was slightly red from drinking, and bit a cigarette in his mouth.

The man's name is Zhao Shi, and he grew up with him.

Zhao Shi was already a little tipsy from drinking, he leaned comfortably on the sofa, and asked Yan Huan who was opposite him strangely: "No matter how you were told in the past, you didn't come out, why did you come out today?"

After that, Zhao Shi looked at the group of young masters and ladies who had their eyes glued to the men with a ambiguous smile and said, "Babes, come on, show your skills, I'll see who can be picked away by the second master tonight. "

Yan Huan had a cigarette in her lips, subconsciously frowned after hearing this, raised her eyes slightly and said impatiently: "No need."

Zhao Shi felt a little regretful when he heard the words, he crossed his legs, lazily opened his mouth to eat the grapes handed over by a well-behaved young man beside him and said strangely: "Why are you willing to come out today?"

Zhao Shi is Yan Huan's younger brother, but he is unrestrained by nature, especially loves to walk among thousands of flowers and never touches a blade of grass.

He really didn't understand how a person like Yan Huan, who was both physically and mentally obsessed with cleanliness and never met messy people outside, managed to do it.

That concentration, absolutely, is the necessary line for the old man of Zhao Shi's family to beat him with a cane and yell at him.

Many people are guessing that it is because of Yan Huan's true affection for Zhou Lu.

But in their kind of circle, the most worthless thing is feelings. Zhao Shi couldn't figure out why his brother followed the son of a nouveau riche for so long.

Thinking of Zhou Lu, Zhao Shi narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine.

Zhao Shi saw a lot of people like Zhou Lu, he was ambitious and tried his best to climb up, and his mind could be pure to go there.

He really looked down on people like Zhou Lu, from his aristocratic family to his character, and he didn't know why Yan Huan had a crush on such a person, and kept him behind for more than ten years.

But because of his brother's face, he also knew that Zhou Lu hadn't done anything wrong so far, so Zhao Shi just turned a blind eye and didn't bother to deal with people like Zhou Lu.

Yan Huan rolled up her cuffs, casually took a sip of the wine, rubbed her temples and said lightly, "Come out if you want to."

Zhao Shichao Yanhuan, who was enjoying the service of the beautiful boy beside him, blinked ambiguously and said with a smile: "I found you a little boy, I'm sure it will suit your taste."

The boy Zhao Shi found for Yan Huan was definitely a copy of Zhou Lu.

It is simply carved according to Zhou Lu's mold.

Yan Huan raised her head disinterestedly, and saw a very white and slender boy standing in front of him with his lips pursed.

The boy has exquisite facial features, black hair, wearing a white shirt with a few buttons on the neckline, revealing his white collarbone.

There is a youthful atmosphere all over his body, and at first glance, he does look a bit like Zhou Lu.

The boy looked up, there was a small mole under Danfeng's eyes, he whispered to Yan Huan, "Second Master."

There was a slight tremor in the cold voice, which tickled people's hearts.

Yan Huan's long legs were resting on the table, with an unpredictable expression, with scarlet cigarette butts stuck in his finger bones, after a while, he knocked on the cigarette ash, and said calmly, "Come here."

Zhao Shi enthusiastically pushed away the beautiful young man who was sticking to his body, and watched Yan Huan ask someone to come over for the first time in novelty.

The boy Danfeng's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately walked up to Yan Huan, raised his head slightly, revealing a section of fair neck, and looked at the man in front of him with admiration, looking extremely harmless and young.

Yan Huan slowly exhaled the smoke, he squinted the cigarette and stared at the boy in front of him motionless, his cheeks turned red unconsciously, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he curled the corners of his mouth, and said in an admiring voice: "Second Master ..."

Even Zhao Shi over there almost thought that Yan Huan had finally set his sights on a little boy, but unexpectedly Yan Huan pinched his cigarette, leaned over to take out a piece of paper, and threw it in front of the boy in disgust, coldly He said coldly, "Wipe off your mole."

Yan Huan squinted her eyes and stared at it for a full 2 ​​minutes before finally confirming that the little mole under the boy's eyelid was made up.

Not everything is compatible.

The boy froze in place, his face turned pale, he reluctantly picked up the piece of paper and said in panic, "Okay...Second Master..."

Yan Huan looked at the boy coldly and hurriedly wiped the small mole under his eyelid with the drink, until it was completely wiped off, then he said calmly, "Go away, don't bother me."

I feel upset when I see it.

Chen Qi's smile was not as good-looking.

The voice was not as nice as Chen Qi's.

Even the hand, the man raised his head and glanced critically at the boy's hand.

Just like chicken feet, how dare you dangle in front of him?

Yan Huan leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes and remembered the little mole on the tip of Chen Qi's nose.

When his little artist is in love, his misty eyes will be clouded with water, and sometimes it will be so bad that teardrops will fall to the tip of his nose, pitifully soaking that little mole.

Every time Yan Huan sank deeply, she stretched out her palm to grab the young man's sweat-soaked and sticky black hair beside his white porcelain neck, leaned over to the young man's ear and said with a hoarse smile, "Why are you crying so much?" sharp?"

Every time the young man could only whimper a few times silently from his throat, his eyes glazed over, Yan Huan would bend down and put the tip of his nose against the young man's nose and said hoarsely: "Don't cry."

It's almost softened into a puddle of water.

But every time Chen Qi almost lost consciousness, and fell into a drowsy sleep after the end.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the man leaning on the sofa deepened, but after a while, his face became ugly again.

Chen Qi has not returned to Yan's house for four days.

Zhao Shi over there watched his old friend fiercely throw a piece of paper at the youthful and beautiful young man, and coldly asked someone to wipe off the mole on his face. He spat out the grape seeds in his mouth and murmured: "This What is the operation?"

He thought that Zhou Lu didn't have any moles on his face either.

Yan Huan stretched out her hand to stroke her forehead hair, but didn't return him, she raised her head after a while, seemed to be a little hesitant, raised her hand and took a sip of wine before hesitatingly said: "I have a friend."

The slightly drunk Zhao Shi lazily snorted from his nasal cavity, put his arms around the waist of the beautiful young man beside him and said, "And then?"

Yan Huan supported her forehead, raised her head and said emphatically, "It's a friend of mine."

Zhao Shi Xunxue lowered his head and took a sip of the wine that was handed to his mouth: "Understand, understand, then what?"

Yan Huan seemed to be trying to organize her words, and she hesitated for a long time before gritting her teeth and said, "Recently his little lover ran away."

Zhao Shi spit out his wine suddenly, looked up at Yan Huan and asked delicately, "Run away?"

Yan Huan looked quite calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, she casually said: "Yes, he told me."

Zhao Shi wiped his mouth and asked curiously, "And then?"

Yan Huan pressed her tongue against her chin, hesitated for a while, and then said hesitantly: "He came to ask me, why did his little lover run away?"

"His little lover used to like him very much, and loved him very much."

Zhao Shi laughed loudly, waved his hands and said, "I didn't say that, your friends also believe what my little lover says?"

"For money, what can't those little lovers say?"

Yan Huan frowned subconsciously, and said angrily, "He's different."

As if feeling that Zhao Shi didn't believe it, Yan Huan seriously emphasized: "His little lover fell in love with him at first sight, and loved him very much."

Zhao Shiman said indifferently: "Come on, Te Ai still ran away."

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhao Shi frowned, and said leisurely: "But it's not like there are no lovers who don't spend money."

He sat down at some tables, gloated and said, "Didn't the little lover of the young master of the Wu family run away a while ago?"

Mentioning the little lover of the Wu family, Zhao Shi tutted his tongue and said: "His little lover is really good-looking, and he doesn't want the Wu family's money, and I don't know why he fell in love with the Wu family's stuff."

Yan Huan didn't care what the little lover of the Wu family looked like, he was keenly aware of the points and said: "Why did his little lover run away?"

Zhao Shi drunkenly took a sip of wine and said, "His little lover, who is engaged in art, probably regarded the young master of the Wu family as a muse."

Zhao Shi lazily leaned on the sofa, pointed to his head and said to Yan Huan: "Just, Muse, do you understand? Those who play art are all fanatics of inspiration."

"There is inspiration in you, and he can hold you in his palm as his muse, his god."

"You don't have the inspiration he wants, you're not even a fart."

Zhao Shi said it gloatingly, he had been displeased with that arrogant young master of the Wu family for a long time, now that he knew his little lover had run away, he felt very happy.

Yan Huan felt a chill in his heart, and felt a chill rushing towards Tianling Gai, and he stammered, "Not fart, not fart?"

The drunken Zhao Shi didn't notice Yan Huan's abnormality, and continued to gloat and said, "It's not just fart, it's probably annoying just looking at it."

Yan Huan was shocked and her body froze. Zhao Shi had a lot of emotional experience, so he was able to handle this kind of thing very well.

He lost his mind and thought about the indifferent eyes of the young man the day before yesterday, and he raised his head and continued to ask: "What if his little lover really loves him? Are there no exceptions?"

Zhao Shi wished that the little lover of the Wu family could run as far as possible, so he said firmly, "There are no exceptions."

Yan Huan became gloomy, and he said irritably, "You know what a fart!"

Zhao Shi didn't know what came to mind, he laughed and said, "No, there is another possibility."

He winked at Yan Huan and said, "Maybe it's because I didn't live well, my little lover didn't want to, so I ran away."

While talking, Zhao Shi laughed unsteadily.

Yan Huan's face darkened, she gritted her teeth and said, "You don't have a good fucking life!"

The drunk Zhao Shi straightened up with a smile, kissed the beautiful young man beside him and said, "Your friend is the latter type, right?"

Yan Huan's face was black, and he said grumpily and gloomyly: "He's alive and well."

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At three o'clock in the morning, Yan Huan, who smelled of alcohol, returned to Yan's house with a sullen face.

He didn't know what to think of when he was about to take a shower in the bathroom. After thinking for a while, he simply took off his shirt and walked to the anti-fog mirror in the bathroom.

The man in the mirror has firm and smooth muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist, distinct abdominal muscles and mermaid lines, and a lean upper body that looks extremely explosive.

Yan Huan frowned slightly, and reached out to touch his abdominal muscles, which still felt firm and tight. He looked up at himself in the mirror, and the narrow waist and abdomen curves were not out of shape.

He moved closer to the mirror, stroked his forehead hair, and carefully observed his facial features for the first time in his life.

Could it be that the skin is rough?

Can't be the muse of his little painter?

Yan Huan stretched out her eye sockets with her fingers, looked at herself in the mirror, and said to herself: "It seems that the dark circles under my eyes are really heavy recently..."

Not right either.

The man was a little hesitant to put down his fingers. When he lived in the old house with Chen Qi, he was so tired of running around every day that he didn't have time to take care of his stubble.

His Chen Xi would still sleep on the sofa in the narrow living room every night and come back to wait for him.

Because he would turn on the light as soon as he returned to the living room in the middle of the night, Chen Qi woke up when he turned on the light, and came to him with sleepy eyes and bare feet.

At that time, he was full of travel and dust, and he was much more embarrassed than he is now.

Yan Huan struggled while getting out of the bathroom after taking a shower. The first thing she did was to turn on the computer and sit by the bedside to search for Qin Shao's photos.

Qin Shao's photo immediately appeared on the high-definition computer screen.

Yan Huan cursed and cursed, really bad luck.

He frowned and critically studied Qin Shao's photos.

His eyes are not as big as his, his nose is not as tall as his, and his eyes are as mean as the eyes of a dead fish.

Estimated to look like this, but also Kefu.

He is different.

The fortune teller told him that he had a lot of blessings, and he would prosper with whomever he was with.

The author has something to say: Yangou: (proudly raised his head) I am prosperous

Today is long and early hehehe (wiggle ass)

The pre-accepted new kid is coming out, if you are interested, you can order it as a favorite hehehe~~

Advance notice: Bo An, who has six-pack abs and can knock his opponents to the ground in boxing matches, found himself terminally ill at the age of 23.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he decided to take a job as a bodyguard and earn a coffin for himself.

Who knows that the protected object this time is lifeless, wishing to dance on the grave of Hades.

Boan: "..."

Before Mo Guang met Bo An, he never knew that shutting up was a virtue.

The little bodyguard with the upturned butt, babbled in front of him every day, never tired of it, and even showed two sharp little canine teeth when he looked at him coldly.

Mo Guang: Is he sick?

Later, the little bodyguard with small canine teeth passed by him after taking a bath, wrapped in a towel, raised his eyebrows and whistled at him.

Mo Guang looked coldly: He must like me, but unfortunately, I am the one who is going to die after all.

Later, the little bodyguard took the salary he paid to find Xiao Xianrou, and every mouthful of baby was flying.

Lying in the coffin prepared for him, Mo Guang was so angry that he lifted the lid of the coffin and uttered the first swear word in his life: "Fuck! I'm not dead!"

#I don’t die I don’t die, tmd no matter how dead I am, my wife will run away with someone! #

Overwhelmed with mourning, wanting to die every moment, with an expressionless face × forcing Lai Lai, talking too much, I am the number one ruffian in the world

One earns money to buy a coffin book for himself, and the other is a sand sculpture sweet text that lifts the coffin board to love you.

感谢在2021-02-2722:52:31~2021-02-2820:38:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 3 sweet and sour pork ribs; 2 sweet and sweet;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：50391216、恶魔城里的狐狸20瓶；木枝枝枝7瓶；每天都在等更新、24672266、阿斯5瓶；淮青3瓶；闲坐数流萤2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!