Rebirth of Chen An

From not getting drunk for a thousand cups to pouring one cup, only Chen An, who is already drunk, can understand the difference.

But now, the man was so drunk that he fell on the bed completely unconscious.

"This is different from the old fox, who never gets drunk when he drinks."

It was just a glass of wine, and the glass of wine was completely poured out. This man's drinking capacity is really bad enough.

Walking to the wine cabinet and pouring himself another glass of vodka, Ivanov walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. He raised his head and took a sip of strong alcohol. The strong alcohol mixed with the mellow aroma of grains made people want to squint. squint.

"Ann?" Ivanov looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed with a smile. He could have asked the waiter to throw this man into Chen An's own room.

It's just that I suddenly feel that this person is a little funny.

According to the data, Chen An is a very ordinary person. What is slightly different is that this man committed suicide by cutting his wrist a few months ago. It seems that he was bankrupt, right?

A broke man, a man in deep despair?

It didn't look like it at all, he was so proud that his eyes almost grew to the top of his head, not to mention where did Chen An get the money to travel.

The crystal cup containing the spirits was lightly placed on the head of the bed. Ivanov's fingers lightly touched the man's shoulders, and his fingertips ran down the shoulders across the cotton cloth on his arms. He finally held Chen An's left wrist.

The man wore a watch on his left wrist. Ivanov pulled out the watch and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the scars still clearly visible under the watch. It looked exactly like what was said in the information. This man committed suicide.

It was difficult for Ivanov to concentrate on the matter of "suicide". His fingertips touched the man's wrist. Except for the hidden scar, Chen An's wrist was weak and soft .

The delicate skin unique to oriental people is like the jade that the orient loves, smooth and cool.

Ivanov went down the man's wrist and held Chen An's palm. It was not too thick but soft. The five fingers were long and slender with well-defined joints. Looking at the hands alone, this man has a good pair of hands.

Ivanov couldn't help touching it a few more times, and then hurriedly put down Chen An's hand as if he had eaten a fly, stood up suddenly from the bed, picked up the wine glass and drank it up in one gulp.

"I'm so crazy!"

He would actually touch a man who was not outstanding in appearance or figure, and he even felt a little bit, could it be that he was dissatisfied with his desire recently?

Even if this Chen An has a slight similarity to that old fox in character, they are two people at all!

Or is it that he is so horny that even if there is only a man similar to the old fox, he can't help but want to fuck him?

Ivanov felt irritated by his sudden impulse, he quickly walked out of the bedroom to the living room next door, leaving the drunk Chen An alone in the room.

He should find two beautiful Ukrainian beauties for a drink, do some exercise properly, and vent his anger so that he won't react to any messy people.

As for the old fox.

Well, that old fox better really be dead, or he'll have to catch that old fox in his lifetime and fuck him hard, hard!

In the bedroom, Chen An, who was drunk from the ether, turned over muttering, rolled himself up with the quilt like a silkworm, and continued to sleep soundly with peace of mind.

The man who was drunk for the first time fell asleep, most of his head was buried in the soft quilt, and his face could not be seen clearly. With the disappearance of the setting sun, a round of bright moon slowly rose from the distant sea level, and the room also disappeared. Gradually plunged into darkness.

Ivanov hadn't come back yet, and Chen An hadn't woken up either.

In the quiet room, the originally closed door was slowly pushed open from the outside, and a figure flashed in quickly without making a sound.

The man gently supported the earphones hanging on his ears, and the voice of his companion came from inside: "Although Ivanov is still with a few women in the indoor swimming pool, we still have to hurry up, Ding Sheng, be careful! a little."

"Received." With a low voice, the young man in black seemed to melt into the night, and walked into the room quietly and slowly.

After vigilantly looking around the room, Ding Sheng took out a small flashlight from his bag after making sure that there was no one in the room, and quickly searched the living room.

After searching for a while but not finding what he was looking for, Ding Sheng fixed his eyes on the half-closed bedroom door.

Ding Sheng strode over, gently grasped the doorknob with his gloved hand and slowly pushed in, and slipped in.