Overspill

However, Zhou Yunxin seemed to deliberately oppose Yu Chenyan.

The whole meal was uneventful, but when it was coming to an end, Yu Shenyan got up and went to the bathroom once.

The light in the bathroom was very soft, and the gloomy eyebrows in the mirror were a little more gentle. He had just wiped his hands with a soft towel, when suddenly a tall and warm body was pressed against his back.

Out of the vigilance cultivated over the years, Yu Chenyan subconsciously raised his hand to attack. This person is quite agile, but after all, he can't compare with Yu Chenyan's wrist for so many years, and Yu Chenyan locked his throat and held him down within two strokes. the wall.

The person who came was naturally Zhou Yunxin.

Yu Chenyan's fingers are beautiful, but their belly is slightly rough, and there are calluses. His fingers are pinched on Zhou Yunxin's throat, and Zhou Yunxin's neck can be twisted with a little force.

But Zhou Yunxin was not honest at all, his eyes seemed to contain peach blossoms, his lips curled up slightly, and he praised, "Mr. Yu is so beautiful."

Yu Chenyan frowned and looked at Zhou Yunxin.

He couldn't make up his mind whether to let Zhou Yunxin go, the young man's actions just now had offended him.

But before he came to a conclusion, Zhou Yunxin shamelessly raised his knees, stretched his legs to Yu Shenyan's nipples, and gently rubbed his sensitive places.

Yu Chenyan let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and took two steps back, his face suddenly darkened.

"What are you doing?" he asked sharply.

However, Zhou Yunxin was made happy by Yu Chenyan's reaction. Just as he thought, Mr. Yu's experience in physical pleasure is probably pitiful.

"I didn't want to do anything, I just recommended myself as a pillow," Zhou Yunxin smiled lazily, he took two steps towards Yu Chenyan, but stopped when he was about to approach, staring at Yu Chenyan with a pair of beautiful eyes , "Mr. Yu, I like to get straight to the point. I like you very much from the first time I saw you."

"Don't show such an expression, I won't dare to be tough on you." Seeing Yu Chenyan's terrifying majesty, Zhou Yunxin was not afraid, but his eyes became very gentle, as if he was really affectionate "I just think Mr. Yu, you live too seriously. Sometimes you can be a little crazy, and life will be much more exciting."

Yu Chenyan sneered upon hearing this.

He went to the sink to wash his hands again, and in the sound of water, he told Zhou Yunxin slowly, "You are the first one to say that my life is dull. You can ask your father what I have done, maybe You will give up the idea of ​​entanglement with me."

Zhou Yunxin leaned on the sink, looked at the gloomy face under the light, "I know, your career is very exciting, but what about your relationship...Mr. Yu, with all due respect, your relationship is a pool of stagnant water. Body to heart, is a pool of stagnant water."

Yu Chenyan turned off the faucet, but instead of wiping his hands, he gave Zhou Yunxin a cold look in the mirror.

His eyes are very menacing, but Zhou Yunxin is not afraid of him looking, he knows that as long as he is not out of line, Yu Chenyan will not really fight him.

"My skills and physical strength are excellent, do you want to try it?" Zhou Yunxin moved his face closer, under the light, there was a narrow scar on his eyelid, "You are already 36, and you haven't had a great sexual experience yet But it's sad."

No one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of Yu Shenyan.

Not only ridiculed his age, but also bluntly said that he was old-fashioned and pathetic.

But Yu Chenyan's eyes fell on the small scar on Zhou Yunxin's eyelid, thinking in his mind that Shang Ming also had a scar on his eyelid.

That scar was left by Shang Ming for him.

"No need. Zhou Yunxin, I warn you, put away your extravagant thoughts. Otherwise, I'm afraid that your father will have to work hard for his son when he is old," Yu Shen said, straightening the collar of his shirt, and he calmly said, "I If you want a youthful and skilled body, you need as much as you want. Unfortunately, I find it disgusting and I don’t like it.”

He was about to leave after saying this, but Zhou Yunxin stretched out his hand to hold him back.

"Uncle Yu," Zhou Yunxin changed his address without authorization, "When you are in your position, you are still so clean around you. Generally, there are two situations. Either you are frigid, but I don't think you are like it. Or..." Zhou Yunxin chuckled With a voice, "You don't want to guard yourself like a jade for your sweetheart, do you? That would be too miserable."

Yu Chenyan's brows twitched violently, feeling as if someone had uncovered his scars.

He slapped Zhou Yunxin's hand away hard.

"Remember my warning, next time you dare to do it again, I won't be so easy to talk to."

He went out.

Back at the dinner table, Zhou Yunxin didn't act too much, as if he had become a polite and sensible junior again.

But when they parted, he took the initiative to shake hands with Yu Chenyan, scratching Yu Chenyan's palm with his fingers.

"In case Mr. Yu changes his mind, please consider me first." He whispered in Yu Chenyan's ear, and then left quickly.

Yu Chenyan ignored him, and wiped his hand with a handkerchief after pulling out his hand, Zhou Baishan's face looked a little ugly for a while, but Yu Chenyan didn't care.

But when he walked out of the restaurant and the driver drove to the company, Yu Shenyan stared out of the window in a daze.

His face was still calm as usual, but his eyes revealed a little inexplicable irritability.

In fact, Zhou Yunxin was right.

When he faced others, he was indeed like a pool of stagnant water.

He is already 36, and other people of the same status as him, at his age, regardless of gender, have already enjoyed all the sensual things in the world.

Only he seems to have escaped into Buddhism, bound by pure rules and regulations, leaving only a pale and poor body, like stagnant water without waves.

But only he himself knows.

He is not without desire.

He is 36. A man of this age is no longer as enthusiastic and restless as a young man, but he will also have times when he longs for someone to kiss him. In the middle of the night, he will occasionally think of the word lonely.

He had imagined countless times that Shang Ming knelt down in front of him, whether sincerely or forced by him, worshiping his body and kissing every inch of his skin.

This fantasy made his body heat up, but it couldn't be relieved. He could only be like a moth to a flame, bumping into the glass lampshade frequently, but still staring at the bean-sized bean behind the glass. light.

Yu Chenyan's lips smelled of blood.

His mood turned bad.

He knew he was getting impatient.

His bad mood lasted until he saw Shang Ming at night.

At eight o'clock, he finished handling today's affairs and left the company.But just after the car left the company, someone stopped his car.

The driver stopped immediately.

Shang Ming opened the back seat door and got in.

Yu Chenyan looked at him strangely, "Where's your car?"

"It's broken," Shang Ming said indifferently, "I just saw your car coming out. Let's stay at your place tonight."

His simple words made Yu Chenyan happy.

But Yu Chenyan sullenly scolded himself for being worthless in his heart, for not letting himself show his happiness.

"Then what do you have for dinner, I'll ask my aunt to make it in advance?" Yu Chenyan asked.

"Don't bother, just cook some porridge. Don't you feel sick to your stomach recently?" Shang Ming glanced at him, "Did you take your medicine today?"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but Yu Chenyan really felt his stomach hurt again when he said it.

But he didn't obediently take stomach medicine today, so he was very guilty for a while, and he didn't want to answer.

Shang Ming looked at him and knew what he was thinking.

Yu Chenyan is someone who can stop taking medicine.

Shang Ming stretched out his hand and pressed it on Yu Chenyan's stomach. His hand was very hot. Even through his clothes, the heat was transmitted to Yu Chenyan's skin. "Does it hurt? Go back and take your medicine early."

Yu Chenyan was taken aback by Shang Ming's actions, and almost jumped up on the spot, they hadn't been this close for many years.But he stared blankly at Shang Ming, but didn't dare to move.

Shang Ming's hands are broad, slender and powerful. His stomach still hurts, but his lower abdomen is slightly agitated.

His ears were a little red, and he didn't know why Shang Ming would suddenly treat him like covering his belly for a child, so he could only nod in a mess, "Got it."

His hand was on Shang Ming's, as if he wanted to take Shang Ming's hand away, but at the same time he seemed reluctant to take it away.

Just at this time, the driver suddenly braked for some reason.

Yu Chenyan couldn't sit still, and crashed into Shang Ming's arms.

And Shang Ming picked him up easily, let him sit firmly in his arms, with one hand still on his stomach.

Yu Chenyan couldn't care less about why the driver braked suddenly.

Now his whole body is immersed in Shang Ming's aura, there is a thick and bewitching smell in Shang Ming's bosom, which weighs down so heavily that he can't breathe.

He has never been petite, with broad shoulders, slender waist and long legs, he can walk down the runway in minutes, but it is also suitable for nestling in Shang Ming's arms like this.

Shang Ming's other hand was around his waist, Yu Shenyan's waist was very thin, yet flexible and strong.

"What are you doing?" He should have wanted to question, but as soon as the words came out, his voice was soft and inexplicably less imposing.

"It's so convenient. I don't have a warm bag right now, so you can just make do with it," Shang Ming raised the baffle on the rear seat of the car to block the driver's view, and then his hands went too far, and even lifted the baffle. The thin shirt on Yu Chenyan's body was poked in, and the palm of his hand was directly attached to Yu Chenyan's delicate and white skin, "It's still a while before we get home, so you should sleep for a while."

Yu Chenyan almost cried out the moment Shang Ming's hand came in.

Like a frightened cat, he sat stiffly on Shang Ming's lap.

He didn't know if it was something wrong with himself or Shang Ming, this posture was too ambiguous no matter how you looked at it.

For a moment, he even suspected that he was dreaming, or that he had a crush on Shang Ming and fantasized too much.

But he was reluctant to move.

Shang Ming was calm and composed, pressed his head and let him lean on his shoulder, "Go to sleep for a while, you didn't come to the company very early today."

Yu Chenyan said that heaven and man fought for a few seconds, and then the stiff back slowly softened.

He hesitantly stretched out his hand and hooked Shang Ming's neck.

His face was slowly pressed against Shang Ming's neck, and the heat of his breath sprayed on Shang Ming's skin.

The car has been driving very smoothly, but there are still occasional bumps due to road conditions.

With a jolt, Yu Chenyan seems to have accidentally pressed his lips against Shang Ming's skin.

He wanted to bite the skin, suck it, leave marks.

But he didn't, he just stuck to it lightly, motionless, revealing a faint gesture of dependence.

Shang Ming's arms around his waist tightened involuntarily.

No one in the car spoke, but there was a sticky smell in the air.

Yu Chenyan thought to himself, this gesture is too ambiguous, no matter for him or Shang Ming.

But it doesn't seem to be too much.

Because he and Shang Ming have been inseparable in the past 30 years, and there were times when they became closer. When he was young, Shang Ming knelt down to put on his shoes and massage him.

What's more...Maybe Shang Ming just took care of Xu Wanjing like this before, and now he just accommodates him.

When Yu Chenyan thought of this, the blood in his heart turned cold.

When he was young, he also had a girlfriend, who was a well-educated lady from an aristocratic family, but she would cuddle up to him and act like a baby when he was cold.

Shang Ming's taking care of him is probably the same as when he made a cup of hot tea for a girl casually.

The way home was slightly congested.

Yu Chenyan never fell asleep.

He huddled in Shang Ming's arms, with Shang Ming's breath lingering on the tip of his nose, his whole body was already out of order, how could he sleep leisurely.

Shang Ming also noticed this, but he still didn't let go of his Yu Chenyan.

"Did you have dinner with Zhou's family at noon?" Shang Ming suddenly remembered this, "I heard that Zhou Baishan is not the only one here."

Yu Chenyan rubbed against Shang Ming's neck, and didn't intend to hide it from him, "Well, Zhou Yunxin is also there."

"Didn't it tell you to have less contact with him?" Shang Ming said with some displeasure.

Yu Chenyan said nothing.

He remembered that bastard Zhou Yunxin said that he was like a pool of stagnant water.

But if Zhou Yunxin saw his expression at this moment, he would be surprised to find that he and Shishui were so far away.

He nestled in Shang Ming's arms bound, his eyes were moist, his thick black eyelashes drooped lazily, his lips and cheeks were red, with a strange lust.

But Zhou Yunxin was right about one thing.

In his whole life, he has been like a sober and cold lunatic in everything, but in terms of emotion, he refuses to take half a step lightly.

He hid his feelings for Shang Ming tightly and never saw the light of day.

He was afraid that Shang Ming would know his feelings, and he was afraid that Shang Ming would look at him with that pitiful expression that he didn't know how to refuse.

But now he is sitting in the swaying carriage, sitting on Shang Ming's lap, being hugged so cherished by Shang Ming.

His heart was shaken like never before.

Or rather, he's been wavering these days.

He is already 36.

He has no youth to waste.

His courage and methods in the business have always been ruthless, but only when facing Shang Ming, he always hesitates and shrinks, for fear that he will not even be able to do it for his relatives.

But does he really want to hand over Shang Ming to others like this?

He pressed against Shang Ming's neck, breathed in the smell of Shang Ming's body, and asked himself gloomyly, almost annoyedly——

Does he really want to watch Shang Ming marry Xu Wanjing and have a bunch of children with her, while he is still alone at 46 or 56, silently taking this secret into the grave.

Yu Chenyan's hand tightly grasped Shang Ming's cuff button, almost tearing off the obsidian button.