My wife can't be this cute!

"Huh?" Song Xiaoke laughed, and saw him mockingly said: "Who made you responsible?"

Let him be with Fu Ziwei, it is better to let him die.

Fu Ziwei frowned, and said, "I can do something to compensate you."

"No, yes, yes." Song Xiaoke said word by word.

"Song Xiaoke, don't do this," Fu Ziwei said.

Song Xiaoke was suddenly annoyed that Fu Ziwei, an old man, was always talking nonsense.

"Make it up to me? That's fine," Song Xiaoke pursed his lips and said, "Disappear in front of me now."

Hearing this, Fu Ziwei remained motionless, his expression tangled, and he wanted to say something out loud.

However, he was interrupted again by Song Xiaoke, who said: "Can't you do such a small thing?" How dare you say compensation?

Although Song Xiaoke didn't say the second half of the sentence, Fu Ziwei understood what he meant.

Then Fu Ziwei moved two steps to the side and got out of the way.

Song Xiaoke rolled his eyes again, and left angrily.

Until he got to the front of the car, Song Xiaoke was so angry that he opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, then slammed the door hard.

Damn, mad.

Because Fu Ziwei is really not a person!

It has long been said that he is a beast.

Song Xiaoke was so angry that his teeth itched, he wished he could rush back and beat Fu Ziwei again.

It's no wonder Song Xiaoke is so angry now, because Fu Ziwei really went out of line last night.

The thing is, last night their medical team went out to a party.

Although they are not from the same department, they are from the same hospital. Anyway, they finally got together like this.

First, I ate and drank wave wine, but then went to the second stall to continue drinking.

Anyway, the dining table for adults is either drinking or drinking.

As a big celebrity in the hospital, Fu Ziwei was naturally given a lot of alcohol, and he fell unconscious in the end.

Song Xiaoke was also dizzy after drinking, but he was okay, and he could still find his way home.

So far, things have been normal.

Until the party is over, when everyone wants to leave and go back to their respective homes.

Obviously, the two of them couldn't beat each other, and they were notorious rivals in the hospital, but somehow they were brought together.

Colleagues asked Song Xiaoke to send Fu Ziwei home. ?Why?

Song Xiaoke didn't know where Fu Ziwei's house was, and even if he knew, he didn't want to send it away.

They are deadly rivals!

He, Song Xiaoke, can't understand Fu Ziwei!

But everyone drank more or less, was a bit high-minded, and couldn't control too much, and then just threw Fu Ziwei to Song Xiaoke.

Although Song Xiaoke hated Fu Ziwei, he couldn't just leave him here. He had no choice but to take him to a nearby hotel.

Out of fellowship, another room was opened for him.

The result was good, and he fed the dog kindly, and Fu Ziwei suddenly became a beast.

He was obviously so drunk that he couldn't even walk, but he was able to lock the door and pin Song Xiaoke on the bed.

Then the beastly behavior begins.

Of course Song Xiaoke fought hard, but he couldn't beat Fu Ziwei.

Fu Ziwei's gentle and refined image can easily give people the illusion that he is easy to bully and has little strength.

But in fact, Fu Ziwei is not only strong, but also has a superb figure, with two chest muscles and six pack abdominal muscles, very strong.

The most important thing is that the technology is top-notch, and it is far from the usual abstinent and cold appearance.

Song Xiaoke also drank, probably lost his head, and gradually stopped resisting, and even began to enjoy it.

And that's it, that's it.

It's exasperating that Song Xiaoke didn't even think about it in the end, but Fu Ziwei wasn't enough.

It's a real beast.

Anyway, Song Xiaoke was very angry.

The next day, the two of them sobered up, and when they were honest with each other in the big bed room of the hotel, everyone was dumbfounded.

However, Song Xiaoke reacted quickly. He stretched out his hand and gave Fu Ziwei a hard slap, kicked him again in anger, then picked up his clothes and put them on, and walked away in an awkward posture.

It's even worse to have to go to work.

Song Xiaoke tidied up quickly and rushed to the hospital, but even so, he was late.

A bad day starts in the morning.

Song Xiaoke felt uncomfortable all day, his face was ugly, and his air pressure was extremely low.

Then there was the scene Qin Shen and Qiao Chen saw when they went to the hospital for an obstetric examination. Fu Ziwei took advantage of his free time to find Song Xiaoke, and wanted to have a good talk, but Song Xiaoke unilaterally scolded him.

And just now, it still broke up.

Fu Ziwei stood where he was, looked at Song Xiaoke's back, and sighed.

There is really nothing to argue about what happened last night.

Fu Ziwei didn't know what was wrong with him, as if his head had been lowered, and it wasn't entirely because he was drunk, because he knew that the other party was Song Xiaoke.

It's not very good, maybe it's because of Song Xiaoke's usual arrogance and provocation.

Although Fu Ziwei has a good temper, it doesn't mean he has no temper. Song Xiaoke usually provokes and ridicules him almost every time he sees him.

Anyway, every time I see him, I feel uncomfortable if I don't ridicule him, obviously I haven't offended Song Xiaoke.

On the surface, Fu Ziwei didn't care about him or argue with him, but if Song Xiaoke went on like this for a long time, it was impossible for Fu Ziwei to feel nothing in his heart.

Coupled with Song Xiaoke's mouth, which was poisonous and irritating, Fu Ziwei was tickled by his anger several times, but there was nothing he could do.

Just like last night, Fu Ziwei was drunk, and Song Xiaoke sent him to the hotel.

Give it away as you say, Song Xiaoke kept talking all the way.

"Speechless, why should I send him off."

"This dead man is still so heavy."

"I'm sick of it, I hate him so much."

"It's really trash. You can't even drink a drink. I guess it's not good at that."

Although Fu Ziwei was drunk, he was not deaf.

The last sentence is like a fuse, making the following situation out of control.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, or because he usually endured it for too long. Fu Ziwei suddenly didn't want to tolerate Song Xiaoke anymore.

So he reached out and locked the door, and pushed Song Xiaoke onto the bed.

In fact, Fu Ziwei just wanted to teach Song Xiaoke a lesson.

Lesson is the literal meaning, and it can also be understood as beating up Song Xiaoke.

But Fu Ziwei is really good-tempered. He has been gentle and easy to get along with since he was a child. He has almost never had a quarrel with others. He has always been a good student and never fights.

So for a while, he didn't know where to hit Song Xiaoke.

The face is definitely not good, the arms are easily broken, and the ribs will be broken. He is just a little angry and wants to teach the other party a lesson, not to this point.

So, where should I go?

Finally, Fu Ziwei's eyes fell on Song Xiaoke's round buttocks.

He usually wears medical gowns, and has never paid attention to Song Xiaoke's figure. Now that he takes a closer look, he finds that he is in good shape.

Except for the small frame, the whole body is very well-proportioned, lean where it should be thin, and meat where it should be meat.

Especially this butt, it's so upturned, it definitely won't hurt when you hit it.

Then Fu Ziwei tore off Song Xiaoke's pants.

Drunk, hotel, both parties are gay, pants pulled, these words come together, it is hard not to think wrong.

The moment Fu Ziwei made this move, Song Xiaoke exploded immediately.

I saw him writhing and struggling crazily, and even stretched out his legs to kick Fu Ziwei.

Fu Ziwei had no choice but to press down on Song Xiaoke's back knee with his legs, then grabbed Song Xiaoke's two wrists with his hands, and then raised his head high.

In this completely suppressed action, there is also a hint of lust.

Song Xiaoke was red from his ears to his neck, and even his eyes were red with anger. He twisted his neck and turned his head, saying, "Fu Ziwei, let the fuck go of me."

"Be honest." Fu Ziwei said with a hint of alcohol.

honest?Who can stay in this situation.

So Song Xiaoke struggled even harder.

In the end, Fu Ziwei stretched out his hand and slapped Song Xiaoke's ass.

The strength is neither too strong nor too small, and if you say it hurts, it doesn't hurt.

But to say it doesn't hurt, it turns red.

Most of all, very shameful.

Being so big, being pressed on the bed and spanking?The opponent is still his own deadly enemy.

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

Although Song Xiaoke couldn't move, his mouth was not idle:

"Fu Ziwei, if you dare to touch me today, I will let you die."

"Furthermore, are you okay?"

"I can't find my way home after drinking it, so I can't get up?"

"Ha ha."

The content of the poisonous tongue, the tone of sarcasm, coupled with the expression of dismissiveness, the effect is comparable to land mines.

With a bang, it exploded.

Very well, Fu Ziwei may have been mad with anger, but laughed out loud instead.

It's all been said like this, and the charges have not been confirmed yet, is it okay?

Fu Ziwei was really dizzy with anger, and then lowered his head to cover Song Xiaoke's chattering mouth.

At first, he was just angry, but the touch of the lips and the alcohol caused Fu Ziwei to sink.

He even stuck out his tongue, stirring and stirring.

After several minutes like this, Fu Ziwei stopped.

Song Xiaoke was indeed gagged, and even looked dazed.

Song Xiaoke is a very typical sex player, no.

It can't be done, but the mouth must be hard.

What he said was beautiful, but when it really came, he couldn't stand it.

And to tell the truth, he is still a pure little virgin!

The kind of first kiss!

Ahhhh, this is the first French kiss.

This is beyond the scope of his contact!

Then Fu Ziwei didn't give Song Xiaoke a chance to react, and started sexting again.

As a result, Song Xiaoke, the little white in the love scene who had been drinking, was completely taken away.

And that's it, that's it.

then……

Ahhhhhhh, I can't recall.

Song Xiaoke didn't accept it until he got home, sat in the bathtub and took a bath, stretched out his hand and irritated his hair crazily.

What the hell is Fu Ziwei?

It's really perverted, damn it.

But no matter how angry you are, things have happened and cannot be changed.

In the end, Song Xiaoke could only greet Fu Ziwei's eighteen generations of ancestors, and then got up from the bathtub cursing.

My whole body hurts, my back hurts, my legs hurt, and my pi' eyes hurt too.

I'm so mad, Fu Ziwei is an idiot.

Then I took a shower and dried off.

When he looked in the mirror and saw red marks on his body, Song Xiaoke insulted Fu Ziwei again from beginning to end.

After finally getting out of the bathroom, my mood calmed down a little, and the phone rang with a "ding dong".

It was a message from Fu Ziwei.

He asked: Are you okay?

I am good nmb.

Song Xiaoke clattered and pressed the screen with his hands: I will kill you!eat shit!Stinky idiot!There will be no jj in the next life!

I was about to press the send button, but after thinking about it, I finally deleted them all.

You can't talk nonsense with this kind of person.

Song Xiaoke didn't reply in the end, and dragged Fu Ziwei into the blacklist decisively, and then clicked delete from the blacklist.

Bye bye.