After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

Just angry, not necessarily.

If it's just anger, it's a bit too obvious to be hot.

Zhou Cheng looked at the man, and looked at him for a moment, then couldn't stand the look, and shyly looked away.

After last night, if he still can't interpret such an explicit look, he is either blind or stupid.

With a blushing face, he took advantage of the moment when the man was stunned, and quickly got up from his lap, and crawled towards the other side of the big bed with his arms propped up.

As a result, the man reached out and grabbed his ankle before he could climb far.

The palm, which was as hot as his eyes, continuously transmitted heat, which burned on his skin.

Zhou Cheng's heart trembled suddenly, before he could break free, he was pulled back by the man.

He fell on the bed, and immediately after, a warm and strong body fell down, pressing him on the bed.

The tight muscles of the man's chest and abdomen were tightly attached to his back. Since it was indoors, the temperature was always kept in a suitable range under the operation of the central air conditioner, and both of them only wore a thin top.

Through two layers of comfortable, loose and thin fabric, he could feel the strong heartbeat in the man's chest.

Once, once, hit him.

This posture prevented Zhou Cheng from seeing He Xiao's face, and his arms were tightly wrapped around his shoulders, so he was completely imprisoned in his arms, unable to move.

"You...can you let me go first..." He was so overwhelmed that he spoke intermittently.

"Chengcheng."

The man's lust-tainted voice whispered against his ear, the voice was hoarse and ambiguous.

Zhou Cheng tried to break free, but he was completely lost to the man's strong strength.

He struggled a few times, and the man's warm thin lips pressed against his ear, kissing him bit by bit.

"Uncle Xiao, don't...um."

Zhou Cheng stretched out his hand to push him, and the sensitive part was touched, his voice softened a little instantly, he grabbed his arm, obviously wanting to resist, but his movements were tainted with a taste of refusal and welcome.

Fingers covered with thin calluses penetrated into the corner of the clothes, caressed the warm and delicate skin, and slowly moved upwards.

Wherever his knuckles went, Zhou Cheng couldn't stop trembling slightly.

He Xiao turned him over, looked at his eyes that were gradually clouded and misty, and curled his thin lips into a faint smile.

"Feeling it?" He asked softly.

Zhou Cheng pursed his lower lip, but did not answer.

He raised his hand in front of his eyes, his eyelids were lightly closed, he neither said anything nor resisted.

This attitude is like letting him handle it.

He Xiao's smile deepened, he stopped talking nonsense, supported his face and kissed him.

Zhou Cheng closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and the memories of last night flooded in like a tide.

He thought he was either dreaming or crazy.

It is said that wine is full of lust.

It really is.

What's wrong with him... Maybe he was prostitution during the day, the man's mood was extremely high, asking for it again and again, Zhou Cheng didn't know where he got the energy from.

He knew that He Xiao had the habit of exercising, but he rarely saw it.

It's just that no matter how hard he exercises, he should spend most of his time in the office dealing with work, such amazing endurance makes him speechless.

Obviously that was enough last night... In the end, he was so tired that he fell asleep again.

After the end, there was only the setting sun hanging on the horizon outside the window, exuding a gorgeous and warm afterglow.

He Xiao slowly withdrew from Zhou Cheng's body, his eyes fell on his tired eyes, he reached out his hand to brush away the broken hair that was stuck to his forehead and was wet with sweat, and lowered his head lovingly to kiss his forehead.

The dark and deep eyes only reflected his face at this moment.

He always knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

He had expected to wait another year or two.

Unexpectedly, God gave him such an opportunity.

He is actually an atheist and does not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world.

Only this time, looking at the quiet and peaceful sleeping face sleeping under him, he suddenly remembered the sentence-in the dark, there is God's will.

He curled his thin lips slightly, bent over to pick up the sleeping man, and walked straight to the bathroom... "Brother Jiang Fan, brother Jiang Fan."

Jiang Fan suddenly woke up from the trance, looked at the boy who was holding his wrist, and showed a faint smile, "What's the matter?"

The little boy pointed to his pocket, "Your phone is ringing, I have called you many times, but you ignored me."

cell phone?

Only then did he hear that his mobile phone was indeed ringing, and he quickly took out the mobile phone from his pocket, with a sorry expression on his face, "Sorry, I didn't hear it just now."

The little boy looked at him with dark eyes, shook his head vigorously, and replied in a childish and clear voice, "It's okay."

Jiang Fan raised his hand and patted his head, signaling that he would go out to answer the phone, "Go ahead and write the questions. If you don't know it, let it go. I'll go out and answer the phone."

"it is good."

Jiang Fan glanced at the screen, it was an unfamiliar call.

Since leaving because of an argument with a customer in a coffee shop last time, he has found a part-time job as a tutor again.

The time is relatively free, and the content is relatively simple. It is to help the children do the questions and improve their grades. These are not difficult for him.

Moreover, the children in this family are well-behaved and sensible, which is even more worry-free.

The child's parents seem to be absent today, maybe he has been here for two weeks, and after getting to know him, he is more at ease, so he left the child alone at home for him to tutor.

He walked out of the room. There was a big window in the living room, which could overlook the bustling city night scene outside.

Jiang Fan walked over, leaned against the window, and answered the phone casually.

Because he was too far away from home, and there was only one disabled father left at home, he never dared to miss any calls.

"Hi." He spoke first.

The outer walls of high-rise buildings in the distance are constantly changing the color of the lights, flashing and flashing, like fireworks in the dark night.

"Mr. Jiang."

A slightly familiar sound was transmitted to the eardrum through the earpiece.

Jiang Fan was a little surprised, he didn't expect He Minnan to take the initiative to call him.

Although he gave him a business card last time, Jiang Fan thought that there would be no more communication in the future, so there was no need to save it, so he didn't enter his number into the address book, but the business card was still there, and he put it away.

"Two" before he could say his name, the man interrupted him, "It's me."

Jiang Fan paused, looked into the distance and asked lightly, "What's the matter? Mr. He."

"Are you feeling better?"

Listening to his voice, Jiang Fan pursed his lips, keenly aware of something strange.

He didn't show the look that should be expected when being greeted with concern, but he still answered the man's words truthfully, "Well, I've been discharged from the hospital."

Zeng Han should have told him about his discharge from the hospital.

Obviously, the greeting is not the subject, it should be for something else.

A man from the other end laughed softly, "I know you've been discharged from the hospital, and I'm asking about your condition."

"I am fine."

Xu Shi noticed the indifference in his words, He Minnan was quiet for a while, and then said again, "It sounds like you don't like me very much, but I'm calling you for something, since you don't like nonsense, then I'll make a long story short, can we meet now?"

Jiang Fan subconsciously asked, "Are you here?"

"Well," a man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a hotel a few blocks away, with one hand in his trouser pocket, still wearing a casual white coat and black trousers, with a few buttons undone at the neckline, "It's convenient, can you Shall we meet?"

"Is there anything you can't say over the phone?"

He Minnan listened to the cold male voice on the phone, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips, "Things that can only be explained clearly in person, of course I can't explain them clearly on the phone."

He continued to ask indifferently, "Are you busy? Or do you simply not want to deal with me?"

Jiang Fan didn't expect him to be so direct, his eyebrows shrugged.

Don't want to deal with him?

To be honest, I can't talk about it, it's just that this man himself gives him a deep sense of the city, he belongs to the category of both good and evil, and he has power and influence. For a person like this, he just feels that he is an ordinary person. It's better not to be intimate.

However, even though he felt that this person had a dangerous aura, he did not stop talking.

I can't say why, probably because he was beaten that day. He chose to send him to the hospital instead of watching him be beaten to death. He still has a certain gratitude in his heart.

In addition, the reason for Zhou Cheng and that man... Since his surname is also He, maybe we can start with him.

"No," Jiang Fan glanced at the door he had closed, and said calmly, "I'm working part-time now, and I won't be able to leave for a while."

"When do you get off work?" The man asked nonchalantly.

Jiang Fan pursed his pale lips, "Nine o'clock."

"Okay, I'll send you the address. I have work during the day tomorrow. I may not have time. It would be best if we can meet tonight. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fan glanced at the time and went back to the room.

After a while, I received the address from the man. It was a hotel not far from his community, just walk over there.

After a while, there was a sound outside the door that the child's parents opened the door and came back.

Jiang Fan looked at the time. At [-]:[-], he packed his things, greeted a few people, and went downstairs.

After crossing several roads, according to the location given by the man, he found the hotel and went in.

When he took the elevator upstairs, he was surrounded by well-dressed and formal business people, and a few white people, speaking in a language he could not understand.

Arriving at the designated floor, he found the room and rang the doorbell.

After a while, I heard a sound coming from inside.

When the door opened, Jiang Fan looked at He Minnan in a bathrobe, slightly dazed.

He Minnan followed his gaze to look at the bathrobe on his body, raised his eyebrows, and then said, "Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable after a busy day, so I took a bath, don't you mind?"

"It doesn't matter if you mind," Jiang Fan looked back at him, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "I just thought you were so eager to find me, the occasion should be more formal."

At least not in a bathrobe.