The correct way to open the fake master

The night show opens, and the time for carnival arrives.

On the stage, the lead dancer wearing a half silver mask started to sway to the beat of the drum.

The people whose ego was released by the alcohol staggered away from the booth, gathered towards the stage, twisted their waists and swayed their hips together with those men and women who hugged flowers and crowded around the edge of the stage, screaming "Song Jing", and followed The hot dance music shakes out the disturbing restlessness.

More and more people couldn't bear the loneliness and left the booth one after another.

Gu Yuan went against the flow of people, nimbly dodging the men and women who were overjoyed, and approached his "excellent little brother" leisurely.

Five steps.

Four steps.

Three steps.

Gu Yuan put his hand on the shoulder of the middle-aged man who had been walking in front of him and had the same purpose as him, and gently stepped back, interrupting the conversation between the middle-aged man and the "excellent little brother" with a "excuse me" .

Disturbed, the middle-aged man turned around unhappily, saw Gu Yuan's eyes lit up, his sticky gaze stretched from Gu Yuan's face to his legs, and asked ambiguously, "Together?"

Gu Yuan's disgusted eyes picked on the middle-aged man from head to toe, and sneered: "Just you?"

"Little slut, don't think that I didn't see you fishing for men all over the place. Why are you pretending to be noble now?" The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand, about to pinch Gu Yuan's face, "Don't worry, we two brothers today I'm sure I'll be fed tonight... ahhh!"

Gu Yuan grasped the middle-aged man's finger, and pushed it back forcefully.

Amidst the man's heart-piercing screams, Gu Yuan slowly raised his foot.

Seeing that the child of the Gu family was about to fight someone who was a lot stronger than him right under his nose, Fu Sheng frowned, stretched out his hand to pinch the swung arm of the middle-aged man, twisted and pushed, like throwing trash, understatement He pushed the middle-aged man to the booth next to him, wiped his hands slowly with a checkered handkerchief, and ordered Gu Xiao troublesome Jing Yuan, who was about to make up his feet, in a casual manner: "Come here."

Gu Yuan kicked the middle-aged man on the thigh without changing his face, and kicked the middle-aged man who was struggling to get up back to the booth, and squinted at Li·Pain Mask·Yuan who was waiting aside with a half-smile, Signal him to help with the aftermath.

Only then did Gu Yuan walk slowly in front of Fu Sheng, grabbed the tie he had been coveting for a long time, gently pulled it, raised his head slightly, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, did you come to find me on purpose?"

Fu Sheng lowered his eyes, looking at the little troublemaker whose whole body was full of flair, pinched the edge of the tie, and slowly pulled away from Gu Yuan's palm: "I am Fu Sheng, Fu Manli is my second sister, you should Call me Uncle."

Gu Yuan: "..." It's almost dead!

He only knew that this was Gu Chi's friend, but he really didn't expect that the heavenly dish he had his eyes on turned out to be Fu Sheng, no wonder it looked so much like Chi Yu's plus version, it turned out to be his uncle and nephew.

Too fucked up!

I couldn't hold it back, and sweared silently in my heart.

Gu Yuan neatly loosened the tail of the tie that was tightly held in his hand, and supported Fu Sheng as if nothing had happened. He helped Fu Sheng smooth out the wrinkles on the tie, and unexpectedly felt a good chest muscle: "..." That's great Touch, really terrible.

Fu Sheng: "..."

Fu Sheng looked down at the hands lingering on his chest under the guise of smoothing his tie, and secretly scolded Yu Jiuhuai—Yu Jiuhuai, who was out of tune, brought him to attract firepower, but as soon as he came in, he headed towards the stage.

Fu Sheng pinched Gu Yuan's wrist, intending to remove the little troublemaker's hand that ate his tofu.

The middle-aged man who was successfully dealt with by Li Yiyuan limped and "exited" hastily, and accidentally bumped into Gu Yuan's back.

Gu Yuan involuntarily threw himself into Fu Sheng's arms, and took advantage of the situation to hug Fu Sheng's waist—a good waist.

Fu Sheng instinctively wanted to push it out.

He suddenly stopped his movements, wrapped one hand around Gu Yuan's waist, led Gu Yuan back a step, and leaned against the wooden textured pillar.

The child has not much flesh on his body, and almost all of it grows where his fingertips touch.

There was no weight on him.

Fu Sheng lowered his eyes, staring at the motionless child with his face buried in his chest.

From the "unrestrained" little pull, seeing the gradually white and pink neck, through the butterfly-shaped black gauze without any trace, I took a few more glances at the Butterfly Valley exuding temptation.

Fu Sheng took a deep breath, restrained the restlessness he shouldn't have, and loosened his waist, which was almost within his grasp: "Gu Yuan, stand still."

Supporting Fu Sheng's chest muscles, Gu Yuan slowly stood up straight.

In just a short moment, it seemed that he had switched from the social death mode to the social bullying mode, and said with a smile, "Thank you, uncle, hero for saving the beauty."

I have to say that the child of the Gu family looks really good.

Her eyebrows are beautiful, but she doesn't look feminine, and she is naturally romantic when she smiles.

After a few years, it will grow completely, and go to Qingshen, and I don't know how many men and women will turn back when I walk on the street.

It is indeed "beautiful".

Fu Sheng lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Gu Yuan's slender waist, pointing to the rosette tied on the side of Gu Yuan's T-shirt: "Put down the clothes."

Gu Yuan looked at Fu Sheng and couldn't help laughing.

This man is really decent, even in the noisy and flashy hunting scene, he still looks like a gentleman at a night party, tempting people to move.

Unfortunately……

Gu Yuan sighed regretfully, tugged twice casually, and put down the hem of the T-shirt: "Is it all right?"

Fu Sheng looked at the gazes around the child's butterfly bones intentionally or unintentionally, frowned, took off his suit jacket and put it on Gu Yuan: "Put it on."

Who can stand this!

The restlessness that was forcibly suppressed by the identity of "Fu Manli's younger brother" became restless again.

Gu Yuan put on his suit jacket, sniffed the fresh fragrance of bitter bamboo, looked at Fu Sheng with a smile, and said in a long voice, "Uncle, I will misunderstand you if you do this."

Fu Sheng lifted the suit jacket on Gu Yuan's body, took out the cigarette case and lighter from the inner pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, and smiled or not: "What's the misunderstanding?"

This man is so fucking hot!

Must be mine.

The agitation in Gu Yuan's heart that had no place to rest broke through the restraints, and reached out to get the cigarette from Fu Sheng's mouth.

Fu Sheng bit the filter of the cigarette, stared down at the slender fingers for a moment, then slowly let go of the cigarette in his mouth to let the child succeed.

Gu Yuan took a puff of cigarette skillfully, and blew a smoke ring into Fu Sheng's face, with a half-smile: "It's also interesting to me to misunderstand my uncle."

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