Rival says he loves me

"Fuck!"

"Brilliant!"

"Brother Yao is talented, this cup must be drunk!"

"Come on, brother, my knees are weak, let me kneel down for you!"

The noise mixed with low-quality stereos poured down from the top of their heads. A few people came to an underground bar. Fang Gayao changed into camouflage and wore a loose black letter T-shirt. Right now, he was lying on the sofa a little drunk.

There is still 50 centimeters away from Wu Wei.

The heart-piercing screams of bar singers filled the eardrums.

This style is very suitable for speakeasies.

Small and not messy, but quite interesting.

As soon as the group arrived at the bar, they began to spread countless unleashed worship, saying that Wei Ye's roommate is a god, and the choreography is only watched once, the movements used are in place, the card is crazy, the output is extreme, and the eyes of the back-to-back cooperation can be seen straight.

In the end, those who were dissatisfied still had impromptu battles alone in the background, but Fang Gayao continued, playing all kinds of dances, so that there were many moves, including reggae and hip-hop.

Wu Wei stood next to Fang Gayao, followed the group of people in front of him and lightly knocked down the table with his cups, all those who stretched out their arms to toast all retracted their heads.

Everyone is clear in their hearts, Master Wei is not happy.

"They are poor, so they don't need to drink wine." Wu Wei took Fang Gayao's wine cup and noodle, and pressed it back on the table.

Fang Gayao picked it up again by himself, "I'm hungry, take a couple of bites."

Wu Wei was just looking at it with his arms propped up, his eyes were naked, without any concealment.

But Fang Gayao ordered a classic "Bloody Mary" himself.

Wu Wei frowned looking at this glass of wine, not many people order this kind of cocktail, and the taste is also strange.

The base of this wine is vodka, and for a stronger taste, tomato, chili oil, pepper and celery are mixed in. Fang Gayao wants them all.

"Like spicy food?" Wu Wei asked.

Fang Jiayao laughed in his heart, nodded calmly on his face, the question and affirmation sentence almost became Wu Wei's standard beginning, I don't know if he himself noticed it.

After Wu Wei finished asking, he also ordered a drink from the bartender.

No one dared to intervene in the atmosphere of the conversation between the two, a child waited until Lord Wei went to the bathroom before coming to talk to Fang Gayao, "Brother Yao, you are so good at dancing, why haven't I seen you in the circle? "

It's no wonder that he is surprised, all the true gods in the dance circle have more or less seen and heard of it, Fang Gayao knows the level of the crown king, but he has never heard of the name in the circle, which is very strange.

"Now the Asian King of Dance is also Du Yu, but I think Brother Yao, you can fight and challenge Du Yu directly. It's not impossible to become popular." The child spoke with an accent, and his forehead rose Got poked with a finger.

"Are you full?" Wu Wei poked him on the head.

The child hurried back and pretended to drink.

Fang Gayao just nodded without responding.

"Don't worry about it." Wu Wei touched his cup, "Come here to play casually, whatever you want."

Wu Wei's so-called aesthetics of violence are all reflected in his drinking capacity. Fang Jiayao likes to drink, but his drinking capacity is poor, at most three drinks, and he will get drunk after too much.Today, I don't know whether it's the excitement or the feeling of returning to the stage that made him feel ecstatic. He watched Wu Wei drink heavily, and stared at Wu Wei for a long time, and he ran out of counts.

All consciousness is withdrawn and completely emptied.

Wu Wei still placed Fang Gayao within his territory, and whispered softly in his ear, in exchange for a muffled response from the other party.

"I want some fruit for me. I'll take him home when he sobers up. You go first." Wu Wei added before leaving, "I want red dragon fruit."

The rest of the people left biting their ears one after another, talking about Wu Wei's love life.

Wu Wei wants to leave the order.

But Wu Wei himself looked a little complicated looking at Gayao nestled above the sofa.

Wu Wei drove Fang Gayao to the dormitory.

Their dormitory was a standard double room. The beds of the two were side by side against the wall, leaving a passageway between them. Wu Wei helped them onto the bed, took off their coats and started to boil hot water.

The water heater made a low roar, and the boiling water was not safe inside.

Fang Gayao's eyelids were heavy, and he felt a cold sensation under his body, the bones of his back spine pressed against the mat, and his clothes stuck to his body, making it sticky and uncomfortable.

"Hmm..." Fang Gayao was speechless and could only speak intermittently.

"Huh? Uncomfortable."

Wu Wei's voice tickled his ears.

That person is really interesting, Fang Gayao thought in his dream, but after just one thought, all the rest of his thoughts fell into darkness.

Wu Wei passed the fruit brought out from the bar through the water, cut it into pieces and put it on the plate, found a fork and inserted a piece of dragon fruit into his mouth, and looked at Fang Gayao's face while eating .

Wu Wei actually paid attention to him from the registration point, simply because of his pure appearance.

There is no shortage of good-looking people in the circle, but there is no shortage of Fang Jiayao, who has exquisite facial features. Wu Wei claims that he is not a Yangou, but he can't help but look at someone like this. I haven't felt like this for a long time. Finally A similar time was when Xiao Yao met at the bar downstairs.

Although she is a girl, Wu Wei couldn't move his eyes away. Later, he entered the dance circle and choreographed, largely because of the influence of that little girl. For Wu Wei, Xiao Yao meant a lot. Like a kind of respect.Wu Wei has always respected two people in his life, one is his father, and the other is Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao's dance is actually very gaudy, but what Wu Wei can't forget is her eyes, deep in a desperate and dirty place but full of vitality, she is alive, and her dance can directly hit her wherever she is. people's hearts.

But the feeling for Xiao Yao is miraculous and he has sex with Fang Jiayao.

Like, but not like.

The eyes are not the same, Fang Gayao's eyes are not bright.

The smile is not like, Fang Gayao never smiles.

Because of drinking, the other party's face was flushed, extending to the flat and rising chest.

Wu Wei had already eaten half a plate of fruit pulp when looking at Fang Gayao, and when he heard Fang Gayao speak, he moved his ears closer to listen.

"Hot." Fang Gayao's whole body felt uncomfortable, and he was a little restless in his dreams. He could always dream of that person, which made him very anxious.

Wu Wei stared at Fang Gayao's open and closed lips, used his hands to gouged out the cut fruit color on his own mouth, and gently pressed on Fang Gayao's lower lip.

Very easy to color.

The flesh color is nice.

He is also very good looking.

"Xiao Yao?" Wu Wei leaned against the head of the bed, and called out several times in a low voice.

On the premise of not getting any response from the other party, he carried the person into the bathroom.

The author has something to say: From the beginning to the end, Wu Wei only liked one person.

The intuition is terrifyingly accurate.