Acting like a baby is shameful but useful

At this time, the policeman suddenly took out the key and opened the iron door, pointed to Jian Chunsheng, and said, "You can come out now."

Jian Chunsheng was taken aback for a moment, and then a surge of joy surged in his heart, and he got up and ran out.

The people inside quit and shouted one by one: "Why can he go out? We want to go out too!"

Immediately, the policeman slammed the iron railing with the baton in his hand and made a bang, startling the people inside.

The policeman stared, "You guys just wait for me!"

After Jian Chunsheng went out, she looked at Zhou Heng embarrassedly, blushed, and said nothing.

At this time, the policeman turned his head to look at him, showed a flattering smile, and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry, we didn't figure it out before, seeing you lying on the ground, I thought you were with them, Just now we adjusted the monitoring, found out the facts, and wronged you."

When Jian Chunsheng heard that they checked the surveillance, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said politely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said the policeman hastily.

Jian Chunsheng was a little surprised. Although he said that the other party had caught the wrong person, it was too polite.

Zhou Heng suddenly said, "Let's go."

Having not heard his voice in reality for several weeks, Jian Chunsheng felt a sudden numbness in his heart when he heard it so suddenly.

He nodded hesitantly, and when he came back to his senses, Zhou Heng must have spoken about this matter and helped him.

Walking out of the police station, he just woke up again when the cool wind blew, and he was shocked.

Zhou Heng went down the steps, saw that he hadn't followed, looked back, and saw his arms crossed.

He frowned lightly and asked, "Cold?"

Jian Chunsheng was flustered in his heart, and he didn't know what attitude he should take to face Zhou Heng.

Hearing Zhou Heng's voice, he nodded slightly.

Between March and April, it is the moment when winter goes to spring and the seasons change, and the spring is cold and cold.

Under the plain light, Jian Chunsheng's face was extremely thin, as if he hadn't eaten properly these days.

Zhou Heng lingered on his pale lips for a moment, then suddenly took off his suit jacket and handed it over, "Put it on."

His voice was as deep as iron, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was still angry about what happened before, but there was a dark warmth flowing in his dark eyes.

Jian Chunsheng felt his heart beating crazily faster, and he froze in place.

Zhou Heng's frowning eyebrows deepened, and the eyebrows were raised, "Huh?"

Jian Chunsheng came back to his senses and shook his hands nervously, "No, no, brother Zhou, I'm not cold."

Already nervous to the point of indiscretion and self-contradictory.

Zhou Heng stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly walked up, walked behind him, and put the coat on his shoulders with his own hands.

The coat still carried the residual warmth from Zhou Heng's body.

Jian Chunsheng's eyes widened, and for a moment, he felt his heartbeat stopped.

"Let's go." Zhou Heng said suddenly.

Jian Chunsheng came back to his senses in a daze, oh, and followed.

Zhou Heng walked in front, and when the wind blew, the white shirt behind him bulged up into a small bag, and was restrained by a belt, outlining a sexy waist.

A trace of sweetness oozes from the tip of my heart.

He followed Zhou Heng to the front of the car, and Zhou Heng actually opened the co-pilot's door himself, looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Jian Chunsheng groaned, walked over obediently, walked past him, and entered the carriage.

Zhou Heng closed the car door from the outside, walked around to the other side and got on the car.

The lights in the carriage went out.

Darkness pervades again.

A halo of light came from the Xiwei street lamp in the distance.

Zhou Heng reached out and loosened his tie.

Jian Chunsheng sat in the passenger seat and waited for a while, but Zhou Heng hadn't started the car yet.

He froze for a moment, turned his head to look over, and saw Zhou Heng resting one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh, as if he was thinking about something, his eyes were looking ahead.

The dim light outside the car hit Zhou Heng's thin and handsome face, and outlined the hormonal atmosphere along the tough lines.

Jian Chunsheng pursed his lips, wondering if he wanted to ask aloud.

"Brother Zhou..." Jian Chunsheng looked at him and called out cautiously.

Zhou Heng turned his head to look at him.

Jian Chunsheng took off the coat on his shoulders and said, "I'm not cold anymore, you should put it on quickly."

He handed over the clothes, but Zhou Heng didn't take them.

Jian Chunsheng felt that Zhou Heng seemed a little strange tonight, and felt inexplicably worried.

He didn't know that at this moment, his eyes suddenly became a little timid.

And this timid gaze finally burned the last trace of angry rationality in Zhou Heng's mind, Zhou Heng suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled Jian Chunsheng over, and kissed him directly.

Jian Chunsheng's body trembled, and he couldn't believe what happened.

However, when he opened his eyes, Zhou Heng's face was indeed close at hand. He even felt that as long as he moved his eyelashes, he would slap Zhou Heng's eyelashes.

Zhou Heng's tall nose kept poking his cheek as he kissed.

Jian Chunsheng felt that the dry and soft thing in front of his lips slowly became moist, and then, a soft but fiery thing on the surface unstoppably penetrated between his lips and teeth.

"Hmm—" Jian Chunsheng couldn't hold back, and let out a sigh.

Zhou Heng frowned, more recklessly, grasping Jian Chunsheng with both hands.

Jian Chunsheng's breath became more and more disordered, and his mind became more and more cloudy.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Heng finally let go of him.

Jian Chunsheng opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Heng blankly.

Zhou Heng's eyes were still dark, but he stared at Jian Chunsheng without moving.

"Zhou, Brother Zhou..." Jian Chunsheng was flustered and at a loss for what to do.

Zhou Heng hoarsely said, "Call me by my name."

"what?"

"Call me by my name." Zhou Heng repeated.

There was a tinge of exasperated ferocity in his voice.

Jian Chunsheng didn't know what happened to make him lose his composure, and he didn't dare to disobey him, so he faltered and shouted: "Zhou... Heng."

Zhou Heng took a deep breath and kissed him again.

This time, Zhou Heng actually climbed an inch forward, locking Jian Chunsheng's body in this narrow space with absolute advantage.

Jian Chunsheng only felt that he was completely blocked by Zhou Heng, and there was no gap to dodge on the left or right.

This was the first time he had kissed someone since he grew up, and the taste made him unable to control it, he kept panting, and between panting, there was a faint moan.

Zhou Heng suddenly bit his lips lightly.

He let go of Jian Chunsheng and retreated to the chair, his chest rising and falling with his breath.

Jian Chunsheng bit his lip, looked at Zhou Heng at a loss, wondering if he would kiss him for the third time.

Zhou Heng seemed to be in a better mood, and asked, "Go home?"

——Weibo@舟自heng520