"Actually..."

"Ok?"

"I... An An..."

"I'm sorry...Jiang Mo is sorry..."

sorry?

sorry for what?

Jiang Mo couldn't hear some words and words clearly. An Chengfeng's tongue rolled out of his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly. Jiang Mo could only think that he was talking nonsense after drinking.

He shook his head helplessly, closed the co-pilot's door, went to the other side and sat in the driver's seat, started the car and drove forward.

An Chengfeng was so drunk, it was the best choice to send him home, Jiang Mo thought so, and did the same.

Along the way, An Chengfeng was very honest and fell asleep obediently without changing his posture. The wine tasted really good.

Downstairs in Yu Jin's apartment, Jiang Mo turned off the engine, carried An Chengfeng upstairs, and came to his door.

He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He knocked twice more to make sure that there was really no one in the room, and then he accepted the fact that An An was not at home.

The door was closed, and the relationship between Jiang Mo and An An was not good enough to cover up with her door lock, so he could only shake An Chengfeng in his arms: "Where's the key?"

"Um...don't make trouble..."

Facts have proved that it is really difficult to communicate with drunks!

Jiang Mo sighed, feeling that life was not easy for the first time, and repeated it in a good-tempered manner: "Where's the key? Where did you put it?"

No one responded to him, only An Chengfeng's rough breathing sounded in the corridor, as if his nose was blocked and it was difficult to breathe.

"Hello? Wake up."

Jiang Mo, who didn't get a response for a long time, had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and dial An An's mobile number.

After dating for about a week, he and An An went to a specialty store to pick out a couple mobile phone, which is the one he is holding now, his is black, and An An's is white.

In addition, he also deliberately chose two special mobile phone numbers, his is 138xxxx1314, and An An's is 138xxxxx520. It took him a lot of energy to find these two numbers at the time.

Before this, Jiang Mo never thought that he would do such a naive thing one day. In the past, 1314520 was just a string of numbers in his eyes, no different from 12345678, but now it is different. People, it seems that everything has become special.

Returning to the main story, Jiang Mo dialed the phone, but no one answered. The mobile customer service said: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later, Sorry, the/number/you/dialed/is/ not/answered, please/redial/later. Sorry..."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mo looked up at the ceiling, his temples protruding.

It was so late after twelve o'clock, and An An didn't answer the phone, nor was she at home, where would she go?

It's not that he suspects An An of cheating or anything, but she is a thin and small girl, and she looks so cute, so he is just worried that something will happen to her.

With the brother-in-law in his arms sleeping soundly, Jiang Mo gritted his molars and weighed An Chengfeng in his hand: "Where is the key, let alone I will do it myself."

Three seconds later, Jiang Mo really made a move. While supporting An Chengfeng to prevent him from slipping to the ground, he wanted to free his hands to search his pockets, especially since the drunk An Chengfeng was like a shrimp. It’s okay if you didn’t disturb him, but if he disturbs his sleep, Bao Buqi will reach out and give you a paw.

Jiang Mo's movements were not small, and it was obvious that he was disturbed, so he refused to cooperate, and kept digging into Jiang Mo's arms, making him flustered.

From An Chengfeng's point of view, the smell on Jiang Mo's body is very familiar and gives him a sense of security, so he should hug him tightly.

Jiang Mo flipped through one pocket after another.

There was a small pocket on the breast of the shirt without keys.

There were two pockets on the front and back of the jeans. Jiang Mo touched the pocket on the left side of his buttocks. There was none, and neither was there on the right.

In fact, this kind of action is very embarrassing. Although they are two big boys, there is no need to avoid taboos in essence. To put it bluntly, I have what you have, and everyone is the same. There is nothing to spy on.

But Jiang Mo suddenly had a strange idea in his heart: a man, why is his butt so up and so soft?

When he realized what he was thinking, the thought was already lingering. The touch in his hand was real and could not be faked.

Looking at the small face in his arms that was almost exactly like An An's, Jiang Mo's breathing became a little heavy for no reason, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he put his hand into An Chengfeng's front trouser pocket.

The trouser pockets of the jeans were a bit deep, but the pockets were only covered with a thin layer of fabric. His slender fingers fumbled twice, and when he realized what he had touched, it was too late.

bulging......

scalding scorching hot......

Jiang Mo is also a man, so he knew what it was, and he froze in place, not even daring to move his hands.

He He………………

I swear to God, he really didn't do it on purpose...

The heartbeat suddenly became very fast, and Jiang Mo's breathing became heavier and heavier, with a slight tremor, while the other party was sleeping soundly, unshakeable.

"Cough cough."

This cough was a bit of a cover-up, but no matter how smart Jiang Mo was, he didn't know what to do at this moment.

Fortunately, trembling, he quickly found the key in the other pocket, and this time he moved very quickly, taking out the key almost within a second.

Opened the door, helped An Chengfeng into the house, took off his white sneakers and socks at the entrance, and took off his shoes again, then picked up An Chengfeng, walked barefoot to the living room, and placed him in the living room. on the couch.

He straightened up and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, until now he had no time to look at the furnishings of the room.

I have been with An An for 21 days, but he has never entered this house. More often than not, he knocks on the door. An Chengfeng opens the door, then closes the door to call An An, and after a long time, An An will come to open the door. He leaves together.

Most of the time, he was waiting at the door, so it was rare for him to enter the house today, so he was a little curious about what kind of place An An usually lives in.

He saw the dressing table against the east wall, blue and white as the main body, elegant but not vulgar, and very familiar. The live broadcast space is done.

The apartment has two bedrooms, one living room and one toilet. Jiang Mo randomly opened the door of a bedroom. There was a 1.8-meter-long bed with blue sheets. There was a photo frame on the bedside table, which was An Chengfeng's single Photo, smiling brightly, silly.

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