All the men I've had are back

The so-called bed scene, that is, the intimate scene, is of course what everyone thinks.

And the origin of this intimate scene starts with the fact that Zhou Helan went out for half a month.

Zhou Helan has gone out, and it will take half a month to come back.

Young master Ji felt that he was as happy as a bird that suddenly flew out of the cage.

Compared to Zhou Helan, who looks handsome but is actually rough and rude, Young Master Ji still likes soft girls.

He tidied himself up carefully, put on hairspray, face cream, and perfume, held rose flowers, and went out to play happily.

Ever since the introduction of foreigner stuff, many dance halls popped up in big Shanghai like bamboo shoots.

Ji Nanbai is very familiar with these dance halls.

He picked his favorite one and went in.

The young master is handsome and generous.

He is also more gentlemanly and considerate than those ignorant men, and his love words are all gentle and gentle, one after the other.

The women surrounded him like butterflies.

Just as Ji Nanbai put his hand around the waist of a dancing girl, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Master Ji, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

Ji Nanbai just came out, and his buttocks haven't even gotten hot yet.

He turned his head and saw a man in military uniform standing behind Ji Nanbai.

Now that Ji Nanbai saw the military uniform, he felt chills all over his body.

He squeezed the red wine glass in his hand, squinted his eyes with a slightly pale complexion, and after seeing the man's face clearly, seeing that it was not Zhou Helan's gangster, he said unkindly: "Who are you?"

The man bowed and said, "I'm Commander Zhou's lieutenant general."

It's really unlucky, everyone is gone, and someone is still watching him.

Ji Nanbai gritted his teeth bitterly.

He is not his someone!

The dancers around are all hands-on in the Fengyue field, and they know that they can't provoke a soldier if they provoke anyone.

Now seeing the unkind look on the adjutant's face, he immediately left Ji Nanbai.

Ji Nanbai grabbed the dancer closest to him with one hand, "What are you hiding from?"

The dancer said: "Young master, you're dragging your family when you come out to play, I can't afford to offend you."

The dancing girl meant something.

Ji Nanbai said angrily: "I don't know that man!"

The dancing girl said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know the young master, but I know the military uniform on him. It's a man under Commander Zhou's subordinates. Since the young master is one of Commander Zhou's men, why..."

Zhou Helan's prestige is unknown to everyone in Shanghai.

But this week the handsome also likes to play with men.

The young master of the Ji family was playing.

The dancing girl left with a smile on her face.

Angrily, Ji Nanbai kicked over the table in front of him, "I won't leave, young master, I will stay here!"

After finishing speaking, Ji Nanbai drank the red wine in his hand, and then got into the dance floor.

The dance floor was chaotic, Young Master Ji was good-looking, and those women clung to him like a cat that has seen a fish.

Young Master Ji got drunk and had a good time.

For three days in a row, I was looking for dancers to buy clocks and sit on the stage in Paramount.

And that adjutant didn't do anything other than daily verbal reminders, which made Ji Nanbai even more unscrupulous and relaxed his vigilance.

He, Zhou Helan, can still control him for the rest of his life.

Today, Paramount is operating as usual again.

Ji Nanbai drank a little too much.

He ordered a dancer to accompany him.

The dancer girl saw that the young master was handsome, generous, and accompanied by an adjutant in military uniform, she felt that he was a big man, so she worked harder to serve him.

Suddenly, the door of Paramount was kicked open.

A group of soldiers filed in with their guns in hand, and the formation was quite large.

The dancers looked around in panic, their faces panicked.

A man in a military uniform came in a hurry, wearing a military cap, and his military coat was still stained with blood.

His face was condensed and his eyes were ruthless, like an ice pick mixed with a sharp knife. When he looked over gloomyly, the whole ballroom fell silent.

Even the gentle music seemed to become his foil, becoming deep and weird.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay and ran away one after another.

Ji Nanbai buried his head on the sofa, so drunk that he was in a daze.

The dancer beside him hasn't noticed the situation at the door, and is still trying to persuade Ji Nanbai to drink.

"Young master, let's have another drink."

The dancing girl put her hand on Ji Nanbai's arm and gently pushed him.

Ji Nanbai showed half of his face, dizzy with alcohol, his thin powder was translucent white, like a peach blossom just blooming in spring.

Zhou Helan narrowed his eyes and found where Ji Nanbai was.

He took out his silver gun and shot in his direction expressionlessly.

"Clap" sound.

The wine glass in the dancer's hand shattered.

The red wine splashed all over the ground, spreading like blood.

"Ah!" The dancer's tragic scream shook Ji Nanbai's whole body.

He opened his sleepy eyes and saw the pair of military boots stained with dust and blood in front of him.

Ji Nanbai thought it was the adjutant.

"roll……"

He reached out and pushed the leg hard.

That leg didn't move, and even took a step forward, almost reaching Ji Nanbai's head.

Ji Nanbai buried his head, thinking that this adjutant is really ignorant.

They have been living in peace for so many days, why did they come here today to make trouble.

Ji Nanbai was afraid of Zhou Helan, but not the adjutant.

He raised his head abruptly, but met a gloomy face.

Eyes gradually focused.

Ji Nanbai looked at the man in front of him in horror, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The man stretched out his white gloved hand and took the red wine glass in Ji Nanbai's hand.

Then shake it lightly.

Beautiful red wine, like soaked in blood.

Hanging on the wall of the cup, sticky and blood red.

"Fortunately, I wasn't caught on the bed."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be the red wine glass that was hit by this shot."

The man's voice was very soft, almost drowned by the music.

But Ji Nanbai still heard what he said clearly.

Ji Nanbai's wine suddenly sobered up.

Zhou Helan is here.

Zhou Helan is back!

Young master Ji immediately shrank into a ball like a quail.

The pair of eyes, filled with the smell of alcohol and glowing with the warmth of peach blossoms, were half-drenched, with a look of uneasiness on his face.

No, no, he didn't do anything wrong.

All of this is Zhou Helan's own idea.

He needn't be afraid at all.

Ji Nanbai tightly grasped the armrest of the sofa beside him, digging deeply with his fingertips.

"Why, aren't you happy to see me back?"

Zhou Helan raised his head and drank the red wine in one gulp.

The sexy Adam's apple rolls, carrying a heroic spirit that belongs to a man.

At some point, there was not even a single dancer in the entire ballroom.

All of them belonged to Zhou Helan.

Holding that big, long, gun, just like a door god.

Zhou Helan sat down beside Ji Nanbai aggressively, taking the place of two people by himself.

Poor Young Master Ji was sticking to the armrest of the sofa, wishing he could just find a hole in the ground and get out.

It's a pity that there are no holes in the ground, but only black holes.

Zhou Helan took out a stack of papers from his pocket and threw them on the table.

Ji Nanbai glanced at it, and saw that they were all translated telegrams.

The above is actually what he does every day.

Ji Nanbai grabbed it with a frightened expression, and looked carefully.

It said when he left the house, where he went, and when he returned home.

Most of them are such trivial things as which dancer he ordered today and which dancer's waist he touched.

"I asked the adjutant to remind you many times."

Zhou Helan turned slightly sideways, looked at Ji Nanbai beside him, "Why are you so disobedient, huh?"

The man's voice was thick and deep, just like his gun.

With a "bang", Ji Nanbai's little brain can be punched right through.

The man's hand tapped Ji Nanbai's little head lightly, as if he was teaching his own child a lesson.

The helplessness on that face, if it wasn't for Ji Nanbai's deep understanding of this man's temperament, he might really want to regard him as his elder.

"You, you have no right to control me."

Ji Nanbai tilted his head and turned slightly sideways, revealing his slender and fair neck.

It is printed with the lip marks deliberately left by the dancing girl.

Zhou Helan's eyes darkened.

He raised his hand slowly, pulled off the glove, and wiped Jin Nanbai's neck with his fingertips.

Ji Nanbai felt like a cold snake was wrapped around his neck.

Rough and creamy.

With a frightening coldness.

"Don't move, it's a little dirty."

Zhou Helan pinched the young master's neck, and wiped away the lip marks fiercely.

The young master had tears in his eyes from the pain, and he struggled hard to push him away.

"My father doesn't care about me, why do you care about me!"

Ji Nanbai felt that if he dared to talk to Zhou Helan like this, he must be drunk.

Or maybe he forgot what it was like to almost pee on that gun.

Zhou Helan lowered his eyes and glanced at the bright red fingertips.

Suddenly he laughed.

Men are good-looking, and even more so when they smile.

But Ji Nanbai only felt shocked.

Zhou Helan stood up slowly, and then suddenly lifted the man on his shoulder.

With his head down, his butt up, and the smell of alcohol rising, Ji Nanbai was carried back by Zhou Helan in a daze.

Zhou Helan lives in a famous small western-style building in Shanghai.

I heard that this is still some famous handwriting.

But ever since this rude warlord moved in, it has become a non-standard, non-standard garbage dump.

"Zhou Helan, Zhou Helan, put me down!"

Ji Nanbai struggled hard, his face pale.

Zhou Helan led people all the way into her bedroom.

When Ji Nanbai saw the huge bed at a glance, his already pale face was even more miserable white now.

"Zhou, Zhou Helan..."

Poor Young Master Ji was so frightened that his throat trembled.

Zhou Helan threw the man on the bed and took off his military coat.

Then he was not in a hurry, just sat down like that, grabbed Ji Nanbai's ankle with one hand and pulled him to his side, took out a cigarette with the other hand, and put it in his mouth.

"Come here, light me a cigarette."

Ji Nanbai's eyes were red and his hair was messed up.

Aggrieved and hugged together, just like his whole person now, let's be listless.

Ji Nanbai took out his lighter from his pocket.

Trembling, he lit a cigarette for Zhou Helan.

Because I was too scared, I almost burned my hand.

Amidst the smog, Zhou Helan saw Master Ji's fair little face, with red eyes as if he had cried a lot.

The limp hair was slanted, revealing the neck that was rubbed red by himself.

Poor and pretty tight.

like a doll.

"Follow me, huh?"

Zhou Helan rubbed Ji Nanbai's ankle, feeling that this young master really deserves to be a young master, as expected, everything is tender.

"I'm a man..." Doll lowered her head and rubbed her fingertips.

"I know."

"Then, then you still..."

"I just like you."

When the old man talked about love, it was rough and straightforward.

Scared young master Ji enough.

Then the young master was really choked by the smoke and coughed for a while, his pretty little face that was so frightened turned red from coughing.

"If you want to take revenge on me because I robbed Liu Fenfen, I apologize to you. Really, you can do whatever you want me to do."

Young master Ji felt that he had found the crux of the problem.

This man must be taking revenge on himself.

Facing the young master's innocence, Zhou Helan smiled.

Ji Nanbai bit the bullet and continued: "I didn't do anything with her."

He should have been caught by Zhou Helan before he could do anything.

Zhou Helan finished smoking a cigarette and pressed it out with his fingertips.

Ji Nanbai saw the man rubbing the cigarette butt, and felt that it was not the cigarette butt, but him.

Throwing the rubbed cigarette butts to the ground, Zhou Helan stood up and began to undress.

Ji Nanbai knelt on the ground, raised his head with a confused expression.

Later, Ji Nanbai found out that other men like to smoke afterwards, but Zhou Helan is different from others, he likes to smoke beforehand.

"Card!"

Holding the loudspeaker in his hand, Wang Taokui called the field manager to start clearing the field.

"Xiaobai, do you have any experience?"

There was no one there, so Wang Taokui began to make routine inquiries.

Su Jiaobai wrung his fingers and said with difficulty: "It's okay..."

"I'm asking about a man." Wang Taokui flipped through the script while talking.

Su Jiaobai's face turned red.

He didn't even have a woman, where did the man come from.

The author has something to say: Don't think about it, thinking about it is like sitting in prison.