Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Xia Lin was still trapped in the love pain of the previous life and couldn't extricate himself from it, but Song Yan had reached a new level of drunkenness, climbing up on the stone pier to sing in the wind, squatting at Xia Lin's feet and grabbing his neck The trouser legs said pitifully, "Xia Lin, don't ignore me..."

Xia Lin felt that it would be endless if he went on like this, so he raised his voice and said, "Zhou Shuo, come here quickly."

Zhou Shuo ran over quickly after receiving the order, helped Xia Lin set up Song Yan one by one, and asked, "Second Young Master, what should I do?"

"What else can I do, send him home." Xia Lin said while carrying Song Yan out, "Damn it, he died again."

Song Yan lay on Xia Lin's shoulders like a pile of mud, still murmuring something indistinctly.

Xia Lin couldn't hear clearly, and didn't intend to listen. Song Yan said it several times but couldn't get a response. Suddenly, he became angry, and pulled Xia Lin's head with one hand, and kissed him heavily on half of his cheek with a "pop" .

Xia Lin was suddenly surprised when he was attacked. He remembered that Song Yan should not have bent so fast in this life. How could he just kiss?

With one successful move, Song Yan took advantage of the opportunity to press Xia Lin against the concrete wall beside him, using the weight of his whole body to suppress the opponent's hands and feet, and at the same time held his face with both hands, and gnawed on his face indiscriminately. G.

This wave of operations was too sharp, Zhou Shuo was stunned on the spot.

Xia Lin felt a strong smell of alcohol blowing towards his face, sticky saliva smeared his face, and sealed his mouth and nose, making him almost breathless.

He turned his face away vigorously, opened his mouth to take a breath, and then felt Song Yan sticking his tongue in.

"Fuck..." Xia Lin cursed that the hearts of eighteen generations of his ancestors were gone.

He began to struggle with all his strength, shouting while struggling: "Zhou Shuo, you are addicted to making decorations, right? Pull him away from me?"

"Ah? Oh." Zhou Shuo came to his senses belatedly, and hurried up to push Song Yan away from Xia Lin.

Xia Lin wiped his face with his sleeve in embarrassment, and found that his mouth was broken by that guy.

He hadn't decided what expression to use to face Song Yan's sudden Bidong kiss, but Song Yan laughed triumphantly with his hands on his hips: "Well, Xia Lin, I can kiss men too. What's so great about homosexuality , isn’t it just a man, I will too!”

Xia Lin instantly had the urge to throw him on the ground and step on his feet hard.

"Yes! You can!" Xia Lin snarled at him, "What the hell do you think homosexuality is a joke, you have the ability to take off your pants and let me fuck!"

Second young master," Zhou Shuo was a little frightened. He had never seen Xia Lin's tough side since he was a child. What are you doing, don't be familiar with him. "

In fact, Xia Lin didn't know that Song Yan was talking about drunken words. It's just that after this bastard successfully brought back memories of his horrible past, he didn't have the heart to do this. Xia Lin suddenly wanted to abolish him. .

At this time Song Yan was still sticking to him without fear of death, Xia Lin kicked him to the ground unceremoniously, let out a sigh of relief, and said bitterly: "I'm really out of my mind to come here to offer sacrifices." You entertain..."

Zhou Shuo looked at Song Yan who was lying on the ground, crying and laughing madly with alcohol, and silently lit a piece of wax for him in his heart.

Xia Lin said again: "Zhou Shuo, you call and call Uncle Teng up, and then the two of you are responsible for sending him home, I don't care here."

Zhou Shuo asked cautiously, "What about you, Second Young Master?"

"Me? Go home! Review!"

Zhou Shuo thought for a while, then nodded, there was nothing wrong with this answer.