lover relationship

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A suppressed and restrained kiss stunned everyone. Sang Ye was dumbfounded, and so were the band friends he met temporarily. The bearded black man playing drums was the first to stand up. Sang Ye, he stared at Lin Wei and asked Sang Ye: "Sang, do you know him?"

The little man playing the saxophone also had his eyes rounded, and he spoke urgently and quickly: "What are you doing? Playing hooligans?"

Lin Wei broke up with a kiss, looked at Sang Ye and only smiled to himself, Sang Ye watched the band stand up one by one as if they were about to fight, waved their hands quickly, stammered and finally sighed: "I know him..."

This band performs on the streets here all the year round. They are not very good. They are all amateurs. They come here after get off work.Today, Sang Ye bumped in with his violin, firstly because he played the violin well, and secondly because he made it clear to them that he does not pay any money, and he will leave New Orleans soon, and he just came to play for a day today.

He is good-looking. There are very few Chinese in the band here. Standing here, Sang Ye became a living sign, and he quickly became one with them. They are very funny and charming.

Sang Ye was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, which made him look small. They thought he was a student of Tulane University, and subconsciously protected him.Seeing him being approached by another oriental man at this moment, he gave him a kiss, and there was no judgment for a while.There are those who don't mind whistling next to them, and there are also those who pass by on the road and say they are dead gays.

Sang Ye couldn't continue playing in their band, so he threw several large-amount paper tickets into the keg, and ran away with Lin Wei.

Carrying a black piano case on his back, he grabbed Lin Wei and turned left and right to squeeze into a gentle and low-key jazz road. The heat on his face mixed with the sweat from running out, like rouge that faded naturally.

The two of them shared an open-air seat, Sang Ye hugged the piano behind his back to his body, and Lin Wei pinned the fiery red rose to the buckle of the piano case.Sang Ye glanced at it, then at Lin Wei, not knowing what to say.

Sweat was shining on Lin Wei's forehead, and the surprise and joy in his eyes hadn't faded away. Sang Ye was a little embarrassed at first, but suddenly laughed after watching it.

Everything that happened was so dramatic, chance encounters and running away holding hands, the loose saxophone and the city with a unique atmosphere, the person in front of him was caught off guard and stood in front of him, and Sang Ye felt that he missed him so much.

Lin Wei stooped to pick up the rose when he was holding his hand to run away. They fled too fast, and the petals shook off all the way, leaving only a tender and firm bud. It was in the open pocket on Kuwano's chest.Sang Ye looked down, and then was held by Lin Weishun again, he did not break free.

The piano case and the gentleman's stick leaned together, and they ordered two cups of coffee.

After drying off the sweat, hiding the surprises and returning to elegance, Sang Ye asked, "Why are you here?"

"Team building." Lin Wei simply replied, "I should ask you this—why are you here?"

His question contained a secret guess, and Sang Ye felt a little guilty for a while, without showing it, he took a sip of coffee and said quietly, "I have something to do."

"Oh?"

Sang Ye smiled, and said maliciously: "My dear uncle warmly invited me to come, of course I must come."

Sang Ye took out Ferdinand, which made Lin Wei feel unhappy, and the joy in his eyes suddenly faded away, and he became cold and indifferent.

Sang Ye smiled and said, "You don't think I'm here to look for you, do you? How is it possible! If I come to look for you, can I still come to Bobben Street to look for you? It looks like this is a place you won't come to."

Lin Wei stirred the coffee, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly snorted, "Stop pretending, Ah Ye, I miss you too."

Sang Ye did not speak.

Lin Wei laughed easily, and asked casually, "Where do you live?"

Sang Ye was exposed and couldn't hold back his face. He didn't want to talk to him at the moment. After drinking his coffee, Lin Wei pulled him up and asked, "Where is your car?"

Sang Ye didn't answer either.

Lin Wei lowered his head to look into his eyes, and said with a smile, "Have you lost it? Then I'll pick you up and bring you home."

Sang Ye rolled his eyes at him and didn't say yes or no, so the old hooligan really took him away and drove all the way to his single-family house here.

The area of ​​the three-storey small building is not as big as his villa in Suhe. The wrought iron carved railings have the taste of the French Quarter. There are many rooms. The kitchen and living room are a bit smaller. The balcony of the long corridor opened to the outside, and the flowers of the weeping vines were hanging outside the balcony, which bloomed just right in the cool summer, and the fragrance in the evening breeze filled the two of them.

They started kissing when they were standing downstairs, the red rose pinned in the pocket was crushed, and the juice stained the white shirt like ambiguous hickey marks...

Fang Xian took a group of Jianan's employees to visit the cafes and bars in the French area, followed a few ladies to sweep up the loot, and then went to disco, until it was almost three o'clock in the morning before deciding to go back.They turned their heads to look at the place where Boss Lin had stopped at that time. The band had broken up and the car was not there.A group of people didn't feel anything, and went back to the small mansion provided by the boss.

The men were carrying big bags and small bags and teased the female colleagues for their amazing fighting power. The girls laughed and said that they would go to clear the commercial building tomorrow. A few of them laughed and said, "The boss's money is not money? You little heartless people."

They didn't dare to be too extravagant, and they discussed the consumption limit on the way. The male colleagues were not tempted by the opportunity of the boss paying the bill. They called their lovers and friends one after another, asking them what they needed, and a long list was printed out. After talking about this issue for a while, everyone began to wonder again: "What happened at that time, the boss is suddenly so happy?"

They babbled all the way but didn't understand it. The little girl who saw Lin Wei sending flowers told the truth about what she saw. All the straight men couldn't believe it. Maybe" "Boss Lin looks like a cold straight man, okay?"...

Not to be outdone, the girls have already begun to secretly sketch the "unspeakable love at first sight between a cold-faced president and a street artist", and the souls of rotten girls are burning.As for the iceberg Lin Zong who they can't wait for, anyway, they can't meet it anymore, so they don't bother to think about it, that is a male god who is handsome, rich, talented and rich. Throwing them into the lemon pool, it's better to admire the male god and get gay, and become a double male god, handsome guy x2.

A group of people made a lot of noise until the end, and when they were standing under the Xiaoyang Building, some people shouted: "If Mr. Lin is gay, I will live broadcast Chixiang!"

Fang Xian covered his face, the door opened with a click, and almost broke the key. When a group of noisy people walked in, they were still worried: "Keep your voice down, what if the boss is asleep?"

They live here in Lin Wei's house, and the Xiaoyang Building is Lin Wei's property, although he has never lived in it before.Lin Wei is very repulsive to others, but it is a company after all, and everyone is not too old, so there are not so many taboos. Out of the spirit of team building, he is not stingy, and directly invites them to live in.

This is better than renting out the first floor of the hotel to enhance the relationship between colleagues, and the relationship between everyone is getting better and better and more cohesive.

Originally, Lin Wei was going to stay in a hotel, but his colleagues couldn't resist their hospitality, so he lived on the third floor—he usually didn't come down, lest they look at him like a mouse seeing a cat, and no one would dare to go up anyway.The chefs who went upstairs were all chefs from star-rated hotels - to deliver meals.

As soon as a group of people entered the room, they saw a person coming down the stairs facing the door with a towel on his bare feet, slowly wiping his wet hair.

"..."

Sang Ye's back was hurting, and when he saw a group of people suddenly appearing in the house, he first scolded Lin Wei in his heart, then saw Fang Xian at a glance, and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, queen of square pieces."

Fang Xian pushed his glasses: "Boss Sang."

Sang Ye passed through a group of people as if nothing had happened, grabbed a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator, and went upstairs again slowly.

A group of young people who were ignored seemed to be strangled by the throat, unable to speak a word.

It wasn't until Sang Ye swayed away from everyone's sight that the little girl pinched herself violently and woke up: "What did I just see! Who is that! The red patch on his neck must be a hickey mark! It must be a tooth mark! My God! Ah! Wei is dead! Repeated death! I'm sober, and now I can do 40 sit-ups! Who can tell me if this is a dream!"

They looked at Fang Xian in unison, as if seeing a good sister from the source of gossip: "Brother Fang!"

Fang Xian pushed his glasses coldly: "I don't know anything."

"Brother Fang, you are wearing contact lenses today, do you know that?"

"……forget."

"I forgot to tell you that they are here," Lin Wei leaned on the bedside to read the news, looked at Sang Ye who was lying under the quilt in shame and anger, and rubbed his head, "When did you become so shy?"

"Fuck you!" Sang Ye slapped his hand away, "You have ruined my fame for the rest of my life, look at what you did to bite me, are you a dog! If you don't grind your teeth, you will die?!"

Lin Wei was very light-hearted at the moment, smiled and put down the tablet and lay down to pinch him: "Yes, then you are a dog bite."

"Go away," Sang Ye said with his head buried, "I shouldn't have come. If I hadn't come, I would have found a little lover to revive my glory. Why would I use your pile driver."

Sang Ye was as coquettish as ever, Lin Wei smiled and bit his shoulder and arm that fell on the pillow: "You told me not to stop."

"Then I told you to get out and you didn't go, and I told you to slow down and you didn't listen, but you just heard a word not to stop? Are you shameless?"

Lin Wei smiled and said, "Then don't."

Sang Ye stopped talking to him, Lin Wei came over and asked him, "Aye, are we reconciled?"

Sang Ye sighed: "You have asked this question many times just now."

But he didn't reply, and he bit his lips and the corners of his eyes were red and he didn't reply. Lin Wei kissed the wound on his lower lip, asked him and kissed him tirelessly.

When they hugged each other again, Sang Ye couldn't bear to squeeze his shoulders because of the force. Lin Wei asked him again, and he nodded his head wholeheartedly. He hid in his shoulder socket and didn't dare to open his eyes. On his sweaty hair, the bath was useless, and the cold beer couldn't put out the fire.

Lin Wei kissed his ears, eyes, cheeks and lips, and said against his lips, "Aye, I miss you so much. Extremely, very, very much..."

Sang Ye stared blankly into his eyes, and said the truth inadvertently: "Me too."

Lin Wei laughed softly, jumping up and down happily.Sang Ye bit him hard in embarrassment, and was quickly suppressed again.

You don't need a saxophone for a romantic night, just the singing of a nightingale is enough.

The author has something to say: [What kind of person do you think the other party is]

Lin Wei: ...cute.

Sang Ye: cold and clingy, sullen, crazy.

【Answer again on bed】

Lin Wei: Very cute.Sound good to hear.

Sang Ye: clingy, coquettish, crazy.

Lin Cheng: →_→

Sang Ye: (with a jerk covering his chest) Don't say it, it's the one I love.

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