Xia Lang

The store is owned by Li's family, the hall is used for banquets and receptions, and there are rooms upstairs for guests to rest for a while.

When Song Linju walked into the elevator, a waiter handed him a room card.

That person was still holding a stack in his hand, and he was standing at the door of the elevator. It was like this before, so Song Linju didn't become suspicious, and took the room card.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Linju staggered a few steps with some exhaustion. He didn't even have time to turn on the lights. He first opened all the windows in the room, and then lay down on the bed. In the meantime, he seemed to smell a familiar smell from the tidy bed.

The biting cold wind made Song Linju's whole body stiff and trembling slightly, but his skin was scorching hot, and his mind was in chaos under the mixture of extreme cold and extreme heat.

Song Linju felt that his skin was going to be chapped now, as if the red-hot porcelain was suddenly quenched by water in a high-temperature kiln, making the sound of "Zi Zi Zi" blood evaporating.

There was a thick layer of blankets on the floor, and the man deliberately pressed his steps, so he stood by the bed, and no one on the bed noticed.

The eyes of the man and the dark night were fixed on the young man, like a beast staring at a sheep that strayed into its own territory but didn't realize it.

Even in this moment of embarrassment, the man on the bed looked very respectable.

The suit jacket was unbuttoned and scattered on the side, the tie was pulled a little, the messy forehead covered the eyebrows and eyes, the chest was high and deep, and the quiet room was full of his heavy and rapid breathing.

Noticing that the young man was pursing his lips and trembling slightly, the man walked to the wide open window.

It wasn't until the window was closed with a "swish" sound that Song Linju closed his eyes and rested, only then did he realize that someone suddenly stood beside the bed.

The light in the room was not turned on, and the man was standing in front of the window with the backlight. Even if Song Linju squinted his eyes, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Song Linju immediately sat up vigilantly, and asked hoarsely, "Who?"

see who i am

The man didn't make a sound, but relying on the concealment of the darkness, his eyes fell down inch by inch almost obsessively on him, and then moved up inch by inch.

That is more careful and lingering strokes than a painter's copy.

After a long time, without any response, Song Linju felt that the gaze on his body became more and more anxious, revealing a shocking meaning.

He took the medicine on his body?

The sharp coldness like a blade broke through the water mist that lingered in Song Linju's dark eyes for a long time.

The closed space without the cold wind quickly gathered warmth. It was so hot that Song Linju was almost out of breath. The tide of emotions that had been slightly suppressed by external force immediately surged and swept in. Song Linju gritted his teeth, Swallowing the gasp that was about to slip out along the heavy snort.

Before going upstairs, the knife from the dinner plate touched his fingertips. The cold and sharp touch made Song Linju's dizzy and swollen head slightly awake. His extremely low voice was mixed with chills and warnings that could not be ignored, "If Mr. accidentally went to the wrong room, please leave as soon as possible."

Song Linju seemed to be sitting loosely on the bed, but in fact he had secretly accumulated all his strength and was ready to go.

Sensing the tension under the youth's disguise, the man chuckled lightly.

It was a very short sound, dull and magnetic, but it made Song Linju feel vaguely familiar.

But his next sentence made Song Linju completely recognize who he was.

The deep male voice was mocking, "Sir, this is my residence, and I want to ask who are you?"

As he got older, his voice became lower, with the same magnetism, but it was hoarse with the vicissitudes of the years.

"Li Zhaozhuo." He called out the man's name in a declarative tone.

But this whisper was like a signal, and the strength Song Linju had accumulated was completely broken at this moment.

He trusted him more than he expected.

Li Zhaozhuo suddenly realized, "So it's Mr. Song."

He just called him Mr. who can be seen everywhere on the street, cold and alienated.

It seems that the two of them are completely clean, there is no discord, let alone friendship.

Song Linju tried his best to ignore the fleeting discomfort, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you here?"

Li Zhaozhuo said slowly: "Mr. Song is really a gentleman who forgets too much. I just said that this is my residence."

Song Linju's misty eyes moved slightly, is this his room?that waiter...

Before Song Linju could figure out why, he heard the man's phone turn and asked in a playful tone: "Why is Mr. Song lying on my bed?"

In just one sentence, under his deliberately low hoarse voice, it seemed ambiguous and fiery, and the sexy breath between those words kept blowing wind to the burning fire in Song Linju's body, making it more vigorous.

"I……"

Song Linju quickly suppressed the hot panting in his throat, and his voice was suppressed again and again, trying to make it appear calm and credible, "The room card that the waiter gave me, I thought it was a guest room."

Li Zhaozhuo didn't say whether he believed it or not, he put away the previous sarcasm and said without any emotion, "Now you know it's not, go out."

Song Linju didn't move.

He wants to leave, but he really has no strength now. Ever since he recognized the man as Li Zhaozhuo, his hands and feet are soft, and his head is still very confused. If that person with evil intentions is looking for him, he will definitely catch him now. One standard.

After pursing his lips, he hesitated and said, "...I have taken Chinese medicine, can I borrow the bathroom? I won't disturb you."

It's really annoying to take in the enemy of traditional Chinese medicine, but...

"Chinese medicine?" Li Zhaozhuo repeated it inexplicably.

As if wanting to confirm the truth of his words, Li Zhaozhuo walked up to him, his tall figure slowly fell down, and his unique warm breath wrapped Song Linju inside like an impenetrable net.

Most of the mature men's smell is a more introverted, calmer and thicker light fragrance, but the person in front of them has a refreshing and natural breath, with a bit of intoxicating alcohol smell, just like the midsummer in my memory.

Song Linju was in a daze, his mind was already muddled, and he couldn't tell who Xi was now.

Seeing the young man's eyes lowered and lost in thought, Li Zhaozhuo hooked his thin chin with his knuckles, exerted a little force, and Song Linju's face was forced to lift up, his thin eyelids lifted up little by little, and his slender eyelashes bloomed, covering the black and bright eyes. Eyeballs unfolded before his eyes.

Dazed and innocent.

How could he show such an expression?

How dare he?

Li Zhaozhuo, who seemed unmoved just now, suffocated for breath, and then there was a scorching and heavy breathing sound in the room.

The long-lost familiar atmosphere made Song Linju feel close, his whole face involuntarily burrowed into the generous hands, thinking that the hard glasses were too intrusive, he hooked two fingers, and threw it casually, finally his face was intimately attached to the big palm Meat.

He sighed comfortably, and while rubbing against each other, his hot and rapid breath rushed straight into the big palm, which made Li Zhaozhuo burst into anger.

Just now, he was still calm and polite, wishing to draw a gap between them, now he is so active, who is he mistaken for?

Li Zhaozhuo pinched his hot face with his backhand, and said coldly, "Song Linju, see who I am!"

Song Linju, who was hot all over, didn't care to listen to what the man was saying at this time, he just wanted to bury his face in his cool palm, but the man's restraint made it difficult for him to break free, so he had to squint his eyes to carefully identify, staring at him for a long time He said something vaguely, even Li Zhaozhuo, who was close at hand, couldn't hear it clearly.

Li Zhaozhuo frowned and ordered, "Speak louder."

"Li Zhaozhuo."

Staring at the closing lips, Li Zhaozhuo could hear clearly this time, but there was a roar in his ears for a while, only the youthful voice that would dissipate when the wind blows reverberated in his ear cavity.

He said his name.

What he saw in his eyes was him, not anyone else, so why did he suddenly...

Obviously he got the answer he wanted, but Li Zhaozhuo couldn't believe it.

He asked again in a hoarse voice, "Song Linju, who do you think I am?"

Is it over yet?

Song Linju became impatient, "Li Zhaozhuo." He was followed by a panting "Hot..."

It seemed that the correct key was inserted, and the undoubted shackles were loosened. Song Linju, who was so hot, just wanted to lean up to rub two of them, when he felt a short fall. Even though the bed was very elastic, he was still a little bumped. Dumbfounded, I couldn't react for a moment.

As early as the moment Song Linju recognized Li Zhaozhuo, the desperate strength he had accumulated quietly collapsed, so Li Zhaozhuo's push came very easily.

Song Linju hadn't regained his composure when a tall shadow covered him, enclosing him in his territory.

The man's hoarse voice came from above, and it was surprisingly gentle in the silent night, "It won't be hot in a while."

The voice fell to the ground, followed by overwhelming and fiery kisses.

The Glory Hotel is nominally owned by the Li family, but in fact the control is in his hands, and nothing in this hotel can be hidden from him.

He knew that the wine given to Shang Jun by the woman surnamed Gong was drugged. No matter what her purpose was, he just watched and didn't plan to intervene, even if the woman pretended to be powerful.

He couldn't see a woman spinning around Song Linju.

But Song Linju snatched the glass of wine, mixed with anger and jealousy, he didn't stop the wine from falling into Song Linju's stomach.

His despicable inaction at that time may have been waiting for this moment.

He is nestled in his arms, and he can touch him, caress him, and kiss him as much as he wants.

This is his luxury for too many years.

Slightly sweaty forehead, uneasy eyebrows, hot cheeks, and finally moist lips, as slow as the spring breeze turning into rain, without any mistakes, one can easily feel the cherishment of the tall man.

Song Linju stared blankly at the ceiling, gasping for breath.

man's touch