The ruffian is hard to guard

"You..." Fei Fan never knew that his ears were so sensitive, when that lip was pressed against him, his body was like catkins in the wind, light and limp, and he almost dropped Zhan Changsong to the ground.

He took a deep breath, pinched his thigh hard, and only then did he gain some strength, dragged Zhan Changsong into the room indiscriminately, and fell heavily on the bed.

Liu Qin handed the two keys to Fei Fan, and couldn't hide her excitement on her face: "Mr. Fei, we're going to the bar later, can you come too?"

"Mr. Fei, are you going?" Fang Fang also looked expectantly.

Fei Fan's heart moved, and the ripples in his heart returned to calm in an instant. He shook his head: "You guys go, I won't go, Boss Zhan is very drunk, I'd better watch him."

"Alright, let's go." Wang Meili made a decision, turned around and walked out of the room, followed by the two women. When the door was closed, Fang Fang's expression was dim and disappointed, and her eyes were glued to Fei Fan, until the door was closed. .

Fei Fan sat on the other bed, looking at Zhan Changsong who was sleeping like a dead dog, wishing he could kick him hard.He reached out and touched his ear, and it was hot to the touch, and it must have been completely red.

"It's time for a relationship."

He sat in the dark and muttered to himself, slowly took out his phone and clicked on the app hidden in the dark.

......

Zhan Changsong was awakened by thirst.

When he opened his eyes, there was darkness, obviously this was a windowless room.

With some headaches, he pressed his temples and wobbled up with his hands.

"Fei Fan?" His voice was hoarse, but no one answered.

He found the phone on the bed and turned on the lighting function.

This is a common small hotel in the county. A room costs only a few dozen yuan a night. The conditions are poor but cheap.

He found the power source and turned on the light.

There was a glass of water on the bedside table, Zhan Changsong gulped it down, and tasted the faint sweetness after drinking it.

"Little things," he pulled the corners of his mouth, "it's very caring."

Glancing at the phone, it was just after ten o'clock, and Xiao Feiwu probably wouldn't sleep. He pressed the screen a few times and dialed the number he knew by heart.

......

The bar street in the middle of the night is the most incompatible place in this dilapidated county town.

The neon lights are flickering, and the coquettish lights hit the not-so-high-end facade, which is ridiculously nondescript; the melodious sound pours out from behind every closed door, pouring into the deep night, as if you can Let people temporarily forget the troubles of the mundane world, and only seek the momentary blurred joy.

Amidst the dazzling neon lights, a bar at the end of the street is not conspicuous. The words "Sanshengshi" are shining in red and green, like a lighthouse in the mist and an apple in the hands of a witch.

Fei Fan hesitated for a moment, pushed open the door and walked in.

There were not many people in the bar, and the disco-like music was heard. Some people twisted their bodies along with the music on the towering stage, because of the exaggerated movements, the tight clothes were piled together, revealing their thin waist Limb, a man's waist.

The bars are all men without exception, and this is the only gay bar in a hundred miles.

Fei Fan has known about this place for a long time, but he never had the heart to find out.There is no other reason, he is still at the age of dreaming, and what he has always yearned for is a natural relationship.

But recently, he was repeatedly teased by Zhan Changsong, and his spirit and body were almost destroyed. He had no choice but to be eager for quick success, and planned to try his luck at a gay gathering place.

However, good luck did not come across, and rotten peach blossoms followed one after another.

The "Sansheng Stone" doesn't often have new customers. The arrival of the fair and beautiful Fei Fan is undoubtedly throwing a huge stone into a pool of stagnant water.

Countless tall, short, fat and thin men rushed over, lined up to flirt with Fei Fan, decently pretended to touch little hands unintentionally, and hugged their waists and necks when they came up without skin or face, Fei Fan was so scared that he could only run away in a hurry.

After walking out of the bar street quickly, Fei Fan let out a long sigh of relief.

He patted his chest to calm himself down, and then thought that he had mustered up his courage today but failed to return, so he walked slowly towards the hotel with his head down and his steps in frustration.

"Fanfan." A man's voice sounded behind Fei Fan.

Fei Fan stopped abruptly, frowned and thought for a while, then slowly turned around and looked over.

Behind him is a man in his 30s, not tall, with an ordinary face, with exaggerated chest muscles and biceps.

He smiled and walked towards Fei Fan slowly: "Fanfan, is that you?"

Fei Fan's heart tightened when he saw the unusually vigorous and familiar muscles, and he hesitated timidly: "No...it's not me."

"Why not?" The man took a look at the phone, then raised it up and waved it in front of Fei Fan, "The distance between me and my friend Fanfan is one meter."

Subconsciously, Fei Fan's back was stiff, and he touched the phone through his trouser pocket, constantly regretting why he forgot to turn off the positioning system when he opened the app.

"Are you Haruki Murakami?" Fei Fan, who had lost his horse, saw that he couldn't escape, so he could only bite the bullet and ask.

"I'm not Haruki Murakami." The man suddenly stepped forward and pushed Fei Fan to the tree trunk beside the road, and deliberately lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "I'm...your husband."

good!Oil!greasy!

Fei Fan had goosebumps all over his body, he sneered twice and wanted to get away and slip away, but was thrown against a tree by the man again.

"Little baby, didn't you call my husband to be affectionate last night? After chatting with you for so long and you never showing up, I thought you were a talker. Why, I couldn't bear the loneliness and came to me today I thought your voice was familiar at the bar just now, and I took out my phone to look at the distance, and I guessed it was you."

He leaned forward again, deliberately rubbing Fei Fan with his chest muscles: "Honey, didn't you say you want to touch my brother's chest muscles? There is a hotel in front, and my brother will let you feel as much as you want."

Fei Fan wished he could go back to last night and shake his mouth at himself who was talking nonsense last night. He pushed the man's shoulder with his hand, keeping the chest muscles that were throbbing a few times away from him: "I have something to do tonight, change it. ..next time."

"Honey, choosing a day is worse than bumping into it. What can be more important than a moment in the Spring Festival?" The man grabbed Fei Fan's wrist, "Let's go, we're just a few steps ahead."

"Don't, don't, I really have something to do today." Fei Fan moved back, "Besides, we have to match the models."

He blinked and held out a finger: "I am 1."

"You are 1?" The big-breasted man was stunned for a while, then looked at Fei Fan from the beginning to the end again, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, sure, very sure." Fei Fan nodded his head.

"Then you still call me husband?" The man looked a little displeased.

"Bitch." Fei Fan slapped his mouth lightly, "I misunderstood you, sorry."

He moved his body and tried to escape again, but he was pressed tightly by the man's full chest: "It's okay, I can go up or down, everything is up to you."