The actor is a licking dog

18.

Anke sits at the bar and punches and drinks with others, and the friends sitting around laugh from time to time, looking very happy.

He seemed to be the same as usual, enthusiastic, free and easy, and he was the focus of everyone's attention.

Only those who are familiar with him know that he has something on his mind these past few days, and he is not really happy.

But no one dared to ask, for fear of becoming sparks that detonated the explosive package.

In the second half of the boxing game, Encore began to deviate from the rules of the game. If someone won, he would drink; if someone lost, he would also drink;

The guy at the bar couldn't stand it any longer, took the cup from the drunkard's hand, and persuaded: "It's already a broken voice, if you drink like this, will you still sing?"

"Tch, don't worry about eating radish salty, give me the wine." An Ke stretched out his hand, eyes staring straight.

"No." The boy at the bar slapped his hand away and whispered, "What's the matter with you? You got dumped?"

An Ke stared immediately, "I'm not in a relationship again, dump me!"

He just cried and smashed the script on the old man's forehead, and said indignantly, "I won't play with you anymore", so why talk about dumping and being dumped?

It's just that An Ke regretted it a little. Before he rushed out, he should have explained their bed partner relationship with Qin Feng clearly.

Because they had agreed with each other, in order to ensure the health of both parties, they could not find others during the dating.

He was not in a hurry to find another family, he just suddenly became unable to bear this kind of relationship with unclear boundaries.

It was as if he had been put on the guillotine, with the extremely sharp beheading knife hanging above his neck, Qin Feng could sentence him to death, and he could also forgive him.

Now, he just wanted a verdict, and it didn't matter whether he was dead or alive.

Anke leaned out half of his body, stretched out his arms and snatched a glass of whiskey from the wine preparation area behind the bar, raised his head and drank it down, the ice cube hit his mouth, it was cold to the bone and refreshing to the heart.

"I'm leaving, 88."

He put the cup heavily on the table, with arrogance, just like the ancient warriors drinking wine before going to war.

"Hey, money you..."

"It will be recorded in my account, and it will be calculated together at the end of the month."

Anke waved his hands without looking back, staggered towards the door, got into a taxi, the driver asked him his address, and he pressed his head against the window for a long time before saying, "Old man."

He was kicked out of the car.

Anke jumped: "Damn it, I'll report you!"

19.

When Qin Feng received the call from Encore, he was fine-tuning the script of the movie with screenwriter Feng Chen.

The moment the phone was connected, a howl of ghosts and wolves broke through the receiver and echoed very clearly in the conference room. The screenwriter and several assistants cast their gazes one after another, either in surprise or doubt, and mixed with a hint of gossip.

Qin Feng hung up expressionlessly, and tapped the table with a pen: "Continue."

"Uh," Feng Chen asked hesitantly, "Why don't you answer the phone first? It sounds urgent."

Qin Feng raised his eyelids and glanced at him, the silver glasses chain made his eyes even colder.

Feng Chen stopped talking, and elbowed the assistant next to him, who hurriedly continued the topic just now.

The mobile phone on the table turned on again, Qin Feng pressed the mute button, and the phone hung up automatically, but the breathing light kept flashing.

Five minutes later, the little assistant finished expressing his views, and before waiting for Qin Feng's response for a long time, he said with trepidation, "That's what I think."

"Old Qin?" Feng Chen touched Qin Feng's toes under the table.

Qin Feng got up and walked out with his mobile phone, "Sorry, you guys continue first."

He walked out of the meeting room and called the number back, but no one answered.

Call again, and after a long time, there is a rustling sound from the receiver.

"Encore?" Qin Feng stood by the window at the end of the corridor, looking coldly at the endless night on the street.

"Mr. Qin? I'm the front desk of the clubhouse. This Mr. An is drunk and clamoring to see you, and..."

The other party's words stopped abruptly, followed by another ear-piercing noise, followed by Encore's alcohol-soaked voice.

"You, you—come here, let me have a fight, let me vent my anger, and this matter will be over. From now on, we will break up, and you love to fuck. Who. ..."

The voice suddenly became muffled, and Qin Feng couldn't tell whether he was crying or his mouth was gagged.

He hung up the phone and called the front desk of the club directly to the landline: "Please take care of him, I'll be there later."

20.

When Qin Feng arrived at the clubhouse, Anke was curled up on the sofa in the lobby, curled up like a cat afraid of the cold.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the reddish eyes opened a crack, and then widened aggrievedly and angrily, "Damn it, why did you come so fast! Do you want to break up with me so much?!"

Qin Feng bent down. As expected, he smelled alcohol all over his body.

He doesn't argue with drunks.

The neck tightened suddenly, Enke's two arms wrapped around him tightly, and as he stood up, the whole person hung up.

"Let go." Qin Feng patted his butt.

"No!" Not only did it not loosen, but it became even worse, with both legs wrapped around the man's waist.

Fortunately, the waiters in the clubhouse have seen too many outrageous people and things, and they just laughed at Encore's behavior, and no one thought there was anything wrong.

Qin Feng held his butt with one hand, took the coat handed over by the waiter with the other hand, and pressed it on Anke's shoulder.

The hem of his clothes hung down, covering his posture wrapped around someone's waist.

Just like that, Encore hung on Qin Feng's body and was taken to the suite where they often make love.

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Feng squeezed people against the door and kissed him.

He didn't like the smell of alcohol, but they hadn't seen each other for nearly half a month, and the redness of the child's eyes was so attractive that he wanted to bully him severely.

This kiss has a strong sense of punishment, not only for punishing An Ke for abusing alcohol, but also for punishing himself for not being able to help himself.

Obviously at this moment, he should be in the meeting room with the screenwriter to deal with the issue of the script.

After kissing for a while, An Ke bared his teeth and cried out the pain. Qin Feng sucked his lips hard and said, "Where does it hurt?"

"Ear, ear! Let go!"

An Ke gasped and patted the man's hand holding his head. When Qin Feng withdrew his hand, his fingertips touched a hard object.

He pushed back Anke's slightly long hair, and found that there were three obsidian earrings on the ear bone of the child's left ear, which were bent together slightly to form an arc, perverse and beautiful.

Anke cried out in pain as his fingers rubbed against the hot earbones.

"When did you fight?" Qin Feng asked.

"Just now," Anke opened his mouth and bit his neck, poking a small hole in the skin with his sharp canine teeth, he didn't let go, and said vaguely: "I want to see if this pain can make me feel good, I want to Let's see who is stronger than you."

He thought that if it hurt enough, he could talk himself out of thinking about this man all day.

Qin Feng grabbed his hair and pulled the little beast showing its claws a little away.

He asked: "The result?"

The little beast looked over with bright eyes, and he knew the answer.

21.

An Ke was lying on the bed with his legs on Qin Feng's shoulders and was fucked and shot.

He didn't get a whip tonight, not even a slap, but his eyes were red from crying.

Perhaps it was because the burning pain in the ear bones could not go away, or maybe it was because after months of hard work, he finally got a little bit of tenderness from Qin Feng.

When he was in orgasm, he was kissed by Qin Feng for the first time.

So he cried even harder.

"Fuck, who told you that you don't have a condom? Nima, woo woo woo woo..."

An Ke wiped away her tears fiercely, cursing and swearing, but her hands hooked Qin Feng's neck and refused to let go.

With tears and snot running down his face, he raised his head and asked for kisses indiscriminately. Even though Qin Feng was displeased, he still didn't push away the tear-stained child.

It seemed as if the child's tears had increased by the day since they had gone to bed.

In the final analysis, he was pushing too hard.

He pressed the corner of Anke's eyes and sighed softly: "Forget it."

An Ke froze, and squeezed Qin Feng out of his body, "What do you mean? Ba Diao is ruthless?"

Qin Feng frowned slightly, took Encore's underwear and blocked his acupoint, and said, "Forget about Chen Nuo."

Anke was stunned.

Qin Feng said: "Be yourself, don't be embarrassed."

22.

That night, Anke and Qin Feng slept together for the first time after the incident.

There is no intimacy like hugging and sleeping, just lying side by side on the same bed.

An Ke was a little insomnia, until the breathing of the man beside him gradually stabilized, he turned slightly sideways, and looked at Qin Feng's sleeping profile in the dark.

Without those frigid glasses, her hair is not as meticulous as in the daytime, and she looks a little less indifferent, but in Anke's eyes, she adds a little tenderness.

He recalled everything that happened tonight, and the beating heart in his chest couldn't help wanting to push forward.

He wants to get more tenderness that belongs to Qin Feng.