don't like me

What can I say?

His grandiose tone made me reluctant to hit him. The atmosphere is so good, so don't be ignorant, so I will spare him once.

I raised my head, looked at him affectionately, and said, "Won't you kiss me?" This was the extreme atmosphere.

Without hesitation, Yang Xiao got my permission and lifted my chin and kissed it.

Our position is very eye-catching, someone will definitely see it, and the sound of walking around our ears is very clear, so the two of us must have been watched, but we did not restrain ourselves.

Thinking of outsiders watching, we worked even harder.I simply turned over, knelt on the sofa, hugged Yang Xiao's neck, and kissed him more passionately and deeply.

He drank, and so did I, and the tangled taste of alcohol was addictive.

His hands became restless, and he burrowed into the corner of my clothes.

I let him caress me, showing the appearance of enjoyment, I am not embarrassing, and I am not pretending, I have been enjoying every night with him, no nonsense, only the night of physical communication.

I understand too well that men are called lower-body animals, and I can't escape this label.

But, it's not at home.

We are bound to be interrupted.

Seeing this good show, his friends started booing immediately, and stopped the two of us, but Yang Xiao's hand hadn't been removed from my clothes, and my arms hadn't been withdrawn from his neck.

Hooking him, looking at his friends, blatantly.

"I didn't interrupt on purpose. I'm sorry. I'll take a lighter and go right away." The friend raised his hand and looked at us with a smile. Then he lifted the lighter on the table and pushed several people away.

After they left, I turned my head and looked down at Yang Xiao condescendingly, feeling regretful: "I can only stop here."

I let go and stood up, letting his hand slip out as well.

Picking up the wine in the glass and drank it down, I lifted the coat I was taking off and threw it over my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" he asked me.

I didn't explain to him, but just asked: "Do you really want to stay with me for a moment like this?"

Yang Xiao supported his head and said, "I think it's feasible."

I said, "I don't think so."

After finishing speaking, I asked a few words, "See, I've already met. It's a business for your friends. Today is your home game. It's been a long time since I saw you? I won't disturb you, let's talk slowly."

I happened to bump into one of them coming back. Seeing that I was about to leave, he hurriedly asked me what was urgent.

"There is nothing urgent, there is a task for you," I whispered to him, "Get him drunk tonight."

My friend looked at Yang Xiao. He couldn't hear what we said, but he understood what I meant. People who love to drink will be happy when they hear this. .

Sure enough, he smiled and said, "Brother, I will definitely live up to my trust."

I patted him on the shoulder, told them to have fun, and left.

He walked up to Yang Xiao, holding a bottle of wine, and was about to open it, "I really like 30-year-old uncle."

I'm fine, I left early and didn't have another destination, but stayed at the entrance of the nightclub, and saw a group of young people gathered together, men and women, or driving a nice car, leading a middle-aged man who didn't know whether he was a wife or a lover They talked and laughed and came towards the door.

And I was disheveled, my coat was draped over my shoulders, my shirt was unbuttoned a few times, and the hem of my clothes was messy hanging around my waist. I looked like someone in a special profession who was about to entertain guests.

Is someone really thinking of me like that?

Among the group of people talking and laughing since getting off the car, a man never left after meeting my eyes, staring at my eyes tightly, as if he wanted to eat me alive.

But I was so unrestrained, he looked at me, I wanted to look at him, he wanted to eat me, so I looked back provocatively with eyes that wanted to bite him back.

Whoever loses first wins.

"Mr. Gao, what are you looking at?" Just as the woman finished speaking, the man's big hand pinned her small face and pressed her to his chest, then said something in a low voice, and looked up at me again .

They had already reached the entrance, and their line of sight had to be interrupted. In this confrontation, neither of us was willing to bow down until we couldn't see each other.

This is the end.

Smoking, I leaned against the wall behind me, resting the back of my head, as comfortable as smoking marijuana.

It was too late to arrange my clothes, no matter who took me for someone else, the wind blowing against my face made me feel cold and refreshing.

Before I put out a cigarette, a strange man came next to me. He can't be called a stranger. He was one of the group of people just now, but because I was only interested in provoking someone, I didn't remember this face. in the head.

"Hi." This man in his thirties appeared next to me. As soon as he spoke, I felt a sense of enjoyment. A simple analysis based on feeling alone should be the right-hand assistant of a big man. There is no other reference, just experience. talk.

"Are you alone?" He handed me a cigarette.

I raised my hand, and the unextinguished sparks were still there.

He didn't stop there, and still handed it to me. This has a deep meaning, and I can understand it, so I took it.

"If you invite me, I'm not alone." I put the cigarette in my jacket pocket and continued to smoke the one in my hand.

He smiled and sounded sincere, "I want to invite you, but I can't tonight, your schedule is over."

I walked along the wall and turned to look at him.

It's so beautiful, there are many beautiful people in the world.

He propped himself against the wall and said to me in a whispering posture: "Get together with Mr. Gao, okay?"

I moved and said, "Is it as good-looking as you?"

He smiled, there is no need to clarify, I know his purpose, he understands my answer, maybe this is the tacit understanding of 30-year-olds?

"Come with me." He led me in.

I have no fear, even though I know what is waiting for me, even if I know who I may be caught, I still return to this lively night scene and follow this handsome guy.

He led me to a private room, there were quite a few people sitting in it, mostly men, few women, I saw at a glance that the man whose eyes met was sitting in the middle with his legs crossed, everyone's faces were under the dim light They are all like ghosts.

The man who brought me walked up to Mr. Gao and whispered a few whispers in his ear. The man raised his hand, and the people around him understood, and followed the man who brought me in out.

They all did the same thing, that is, they glanced at me sideways when they passed by me.

The last one to leave closed the door thoughtfully, and the loud noise cut off the final connection between this room and the outside world.

"It's great," I touched the doorknob and judged, "The sound insulation effect of high-end nightclubs will never let me down."

There was the sound of pouring wine behind me, accompanied by a man's voice: "The people who come and go from high-end nightclubs also surprise me."

I turned around and met his eyes again.

For a short while, we were almost familiar with each other.

I walked over, didn't find a place to sit down, but squatted down pretending to be confused, lying on the wine table, looked at the man in front of me, and said, "Did you ask me to come?"

"Don't call me, please." He asked calmly, "Would this be more sincere?"

"Well, it makes my identity a bit more dignified." I pushed my nose to my face, stood up, and sat down on one side.

His eyes were fixed on me, from the first time he saw me to the close contact now, he didn't mean to let me go.

"Am I pretty?" I said clearly, "You have looked at me a lot."

He picked up the wine glass, he should be the one with the most distinguished status, judging from the scene where so many people were obedient when he gave orders.

"What does it matter?" He said, "Take two more mouthfuls of delicious food, and look more at beautiful ones, that's where your instinct lies."

I didn't accept the wine he handed over, but asked instead: "When you're away from home, don't drink wine that's out of sight, hasn't Mr. Gao heard of it?"

Men are not angry, this is the charm of uncles, they have the ability to control emotions, "Are you a woman?"

"But you're still watching me, aren't you?"

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, put down the wine glass, folded his legs again, leaned back, and cast his wanton eyes on me.

"Does it have to be so straightforward?"

Am I losing my elegance?do not think so.

I said, "Don't you like beating around the bush?"

He said: "I really want to try with you, you look very comfortable to me."

I accepted his words, thanked him and said, "Is there no one around you?"

He understood what I meant, took out a cigarette, lit it and said, "It's different. There are many children, and you can see them everywhere. I can meet dozens of good-looking children in this place every night."

He took a puff of cigarette, and continued to say while puffing: "But there are not many strong ones."

He was pinching his cigarette, looking at me with deep eyes: "There are not many people like you, it's worth the effort."

"Very high evaluation," I said, "but you really don't want to inquire about my origin?"

The goods in the nightclub are also different. Although I don't look like a big boss, my eyes are not so clear that I have no other intentions, right?People who have been in society for a long time can catch the foxy smell on their bodies in an instant, for example, when I look at him, he looks at me.

"What's the origin?" He didn't mean it sincerely, just to answer my words, "Murderer or something?"

I leaned back, without joking with him, and said, "For example, there is a master or something."

He said happily: "The moment you step into this room, it doesn't matter whether there is a master or not."

He was right.

I accepted his invitation, which represented my attitude.

And he obviously doesn't take it seriously, he is a man in his thirties and forties, why hasn't he seen such a big storm?Isn't it common for such a high status to hold his wife with his left hand and his concubine with his right hand?

I am also asking for trouble, asking such a question.

He patted the sofa next to him and gave me orders, "Sit here."

I looked at him silently, without responding.

He threw the cigarette on the table, not into the ashtray, but he didn't care, stood up, walked to me, then pressed down, I had to lean back, my back was pressed against the sofa, completely Caught in it, raised his head, and looked at each other innocently.

"Do you still want me to invite you?" He stretched out his hand and pressed the other hand on the sofa by my shoulder, "Such a simple request."

I stared at his hands, then raised my eyes, and met his eyes in embarrassment, "Mr. Gao, my boyfriend is still here."

"Then?" The rhetorical tone was too appropriate, he pinched my chin, leaned over and said, "You are not a law-abiding person, why do you want to harm others?"

The magnetic fields met, as if Zhao Yin and I met our eyes for the first time. Although we didn't say anything, we both knew that sooner or later we would have to sit together and drink a cup.

Because of the magnetic field, the same kind of inferiority, only the feeling.

As for this strange elder, it's not because we are exactly the same, but because he is older than me and speaks nicely, I think he is a rival.

Compared with those young children, my uncle's charm is extraordinary, and I almost fell into it several times while I was staring at him.

He didn't do anything to me until now, he leaned down and kissed me, only for five seconds, he left my lips again, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, and then when I stared at him inexplicably, He smiled at me and said, "I can't hold back, I didn't want to make progress with you so quickly, I only planned to invite you in for a drink."

I touched his lips and said coldly, "Really? When you looked at me outside, didn't you treat me as a person who provides special services with such a strong gaze?"

He showed his nice teeth, and the prickly stubble came out a little. My hand was white under the light, and my fingers were long and slender, resting on his lips, while his complexion was red.

It looks like it has a lot of lust hidden away.

"It's really similar." He grabbed my wrist and his eyes were taken away. He turned his head and slid his thumb on my wrist. "Such a beautiful hand, you should wear something."

I didn't speak, just followed his gaze until he looked at me again.

The more and more enthusiastic eyes have pushed the ambiguity to the extreme.

And I also put my hand on the other person's shoulder, he said I was restless, how could I not do anything?

The atmosphere waits for no one, he didn't plan to do anything at first, and now he can't let his reason decide. He just wanted to get closer to me, when there was a knock on the door, the door was opened at some time, we blame ourselves, We were too absorbed, so we didn't pay attention, the visitor had already stood there, watching for a long time.

"Sorry, I seem to have gone to the wrong room." Yang Xiao stood by the door, admiring the huge box, then walked in, looked at me and said, "But it seems that I didn't go wrong."

The man had already stood up, looking at the uninvited guest blankly, he might have guessed a bit, he raised his vigilance and said, "Who are you?"

"Guess what?" Yang Xiao sat on the glass table, raised his leg, and stepped on my sofa. Fortunately, I was not overturned by him. He tilted his head and said, "OK Brother, you promised me to go back, you can't play like this."

I sat still, shrugged my shoulders, and said quite innocently: "I just said to give you space, which sentence mentions that I am leaving this place?"

"Oh——" Yang Xiao didn't show any unhappy face, but squinted his eyes, looked at me and said, "You mean, you haven't played enough?"

He looked up at the man surnamed Gao, stretched his wrist, stood up, grabbed him by the neck when he was unprepared, and pressed him in front of me. Mr. Gao lost instantly His elegant demeanor was held in his hands and pressed in front of me. The distance was so close that there was no more ambiguity than the two of us just now. He was in a state of embarrassment. Yang Xiao's voice came from above his head, "Kiss him."

He dared not move.

Suddenly lost the noble temperament that I admired.

"He didn't play enough, didn't you hear? Kiss him, like just now," Yang Xiao bent down. I don't know how heavy his men are, but the facial features of the face in front of me have already begun to distort. Yang Xiao said in a low voice: "You If you don't kiss him, I'll open your head with that wine bottle, Uncle."