Acting like a baby is shameful but useful

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When life is on the right track, creating an illusion of "everything is fine" for people, fate will stand up and tell you the truth of life.

Zhou Heng really realized this.

On his 30th birthday, the whole birthday, he made a big show and booked a hotel's main venue.

It should have been a good day.

Rather—

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Jian is drunk." Xu Ze whispered in his ear.

Zhou Heng shook his hand holding the champagne, "What?"

He frowned: "Didn't you tell him to keep an eye on him and not let him drink? Why are you drunk again?"

Xu Ze was in a cold sweat and explained: "Mr. Jian said he was happy. He had a few drinks with his friends and a few drinks with his colleagues."

Zhou Heng looked helpless, "You help him to another room to rest and take good care of him."

"Yes."

While Zhou Heng felt helpless, he still had to socialize with others.

Having been together with Jian Chunsheng for four years, Zhou Heng has never really been at peace.

Jian Chunsheng is like a time bomb, he will get drunk once in a while, making him unable to sleep all night.

Zhou Heng wanted to throw the drunk Jian Chunsheng out of the house countless times, but every time he saw Jian Chunsheng's cute and coquettish appearance, he couldn't do anything cruel.

Zhou Heng felt that Jian Chunsheng might be a doom that he could not avoid.

After finally sending all the guests away, Xu Ze came over and said to him: "Mr. Zhou, I asked someone to help Mr. Jian to open a room. 1902, this is the room card."

Zhou Heng took the room card from Xu Ze, nodded, and said, "After this is finished, you can get off work."

Xu Ze responded, nodded, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Zhou Heng: "Mr. Zhou, although Mr. Jian told me to hide it from you, but he is also drunk now, so I think I should tell you first." Better."

"What?" Zhou Heng asked.

Xu Ze blushed slightly, and he didn't know what he thought of, he said: "Mr. Jian prepared a birthday present for you, under the pillow, Mr. Jian said he would hand it to you personally, but he is asleep now ,so……"

"I see." Zhou Heng nodded and replied very coldly.

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Zhou Heng stepped out of the elevator and walked along the corridor to 1902.

He cleared the room.

There was no light in the room, it was dark.

He turned on the light, closed the door softly, locked it, and walked in slowly.

Jian Chunsheng was sleeping on the bed, holding a pillow with both hands, sleeping peacefully.

They are all 26 years old, and they sleep like a child, with two thin legs protruding from the quilt, and their toes are crystal clear.

Zhou Heng felt that it was because he drank alcohol, and a surge of anger surged in his body, along the blood vessels and nerve tissues of his body, reaching every nerve ending in his body.

He loosened his tie, threw it aside, and undid the first button of his shirt.

Just when he was about to take off his coat, he suddenly remembered what Xu Ze had just said to him.

birthday present?

What birthday present did Jian Chunsheng prepare for him?

Zhou Heng looked at the head pressed against the pillow, struggled for a while, and reached in to touch it.

When he touched the shape of that thing, he was taken aback for a moment.

Zhou Heng took out the things slowly, and looked down at the things in his hands with an unbelievable look.

That's right, condoms.

He was right.

He was stunned, even a little dumbfounded.

This is Jian Chunsheng's birthday present to him?

What do you mean?

At the age of 30, do you want to continue acting like a wolf?

Zhou Heng's abdomen burst into flames, and he pushed himself down.

Jian Chunsheng hummed impatiently twice, trying to push Zhou Heng away.

Sleeping soundly but being disturbed by someone is simply annoying.

Zhou Heng grabbed Jian Chunsheng's neck in one breath, untied the belt, and fired the first shot at the age of 30.

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There is a saying that stands at thirty.

On the first day of his 30th birthday, Zhou Heng took the lead with "standing" as the foundation, and spent the whole night cultivating, which was a good sign.

And when the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness of the room and fell on this messy and embarrassing bed, the traces of the chaos of the night seemed to be still, in stark contrast to the crazy scene last night.

Zhou Heng put his hand on Jian Chunsheng's back.Only by feeling the warmth of Jian Chunsheng's body can Zhou Heng sleep peacefully.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Jian Chunsheng's pink toes moved.

He frowned, feeling that there was something hard on his abdomen, which was very uncomfortable, so he pushed it away with his hands.

But after a while, the hard thing poked back.

After a night of hard work, Jian Chunsheng's whole body was sore and limp, and he couldn't lift his spirits up. His eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be sewn up with thread.

Jian Chunsheng stretched out his hand to push away the person who was pressing on him, and he retreated with a cloud of heat, finally feeling comfortable.

His frowning brows loosened, and his hands were folded in front of his chest.

When he woke up, it was almost noon.

Jian Chunsheng is more and more aware of what is called "time is not forgiving", although in the eyes of many people, he is far from the age to say this sentence.But he himself felt very clearly.

I can't stay up late more and more. In the past, when I was busy with work, it was common for me to stay up all night, but now I can't.

For him, staying up late has gradually become a very luxurious thing.

At twelve o'clock, the eyelids start to fight on time, and if you drink some wine, it will be even more serious, and your head will poke down like a tumbler that has been pushed.

He stretched lazily, the muscles and bones of his body were so weak that even a slight movement showed a sense of laziness.

"Are you awake?" Zhou Heng's magnetic voice rang in his ears.

Jian Chunsheng hummed lightly, turned around, kissed Zhou Heng on the cheek, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Zhou Heng put his hand on Jian Chunsheng's hip and said, "Of course."

Jian Chunsheng recalled some things that happened last night, and he had no memory of how he went to bed at all.

"Did you bring me up yesterday?" Although Jian Chunsheng woke up, he didn't want to get up, and asked softly, leaning against Zhou Heng lazily.

Zhou Heng raised his eyebrows, and asked with a deep smile, "Don't you remember what happened last night?"

Jian Chunsheng felt guilty.After all, although he doesn't remember what happened afterwards, he still remembers drinking with his friends.Obviously Zhou Heng kept telling him not to drink too much, but when he reached that level of energy, he couldn't stop it no matter what.Jian Chunsheng felt that Zhou Heng would blame him, pursed his mouth, pretended to be uncomfortable, grabbed Zhou Heng's chest, and hummed softly: "My head hurts."

As soon as Zhou Heng heard it, he immediately covered his hand, and put his warm palm on Jian Chunsheng's forehead, kneading it lightly, and said, "I told you not to get drunk, but you didn't listen, and you deserve it if you feel uncomfortable now."

Jian Chunsheng didn't speak, but he was secretly happy in his heart, and successfully changed the subject.

Zhou Heng rubbed Jian Chunsheng's head for a while, and asked, "What do you want for lunch later?"

"Eat whatever you want." Jian Chunsheng yawned a long time while talking, and said, "Where are they? Have they all gone back?"

Zhou Heng hummed, thinking of something, a narrow smile suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, this smile seemed to be pierced into his eyes, shining brightly.

"Xiaobao, I am very satisfied with your birthday present."

"What?" Jian Chunsheng was taken aback.

Zhou Heng's hand stretched out from under the quilt, gently pinched Jian Chunsheng's inner thigh, and scratched it.

The fingertips slid across the softest part of the body, causing Jian Chun to tremble.

He took a deep breath, and only then remembered what the birthday present he had prepared, and his face turned bright red.

Zhou Heng moved his head closer, as if he wanted to stick himself together with Jian Chunsheng.

"Xiaobao, let's do it again."

Zhou Heng's voice was low and deep, full of magnetic charm.

Jian Chunsheng couldn't hold it back all of a sudden, his desire came to him, he hummed for a while, and then it turned into a moan full of passion and pain on the pillow in the next time.