The teenager looked at him, his eyes finally stopped on the small wonton in his hand, and he took the plastic bag with one hand: "Thank you, how much?"

He Gu came back to his senses and vaguely recognized that this seemed to be an actor who had recently become popular. He was not yet twenty years old, his skin was so tender that he could pinch water, and his body still had the thinness of a teenager. He was wearing a pair of water-grinded jeans. Lined with slender legs. The light just stood there like it was glowing.

He Gu said calmly: "46."

"Oh, wait a minute." The boy turned around to get the money. After a while, he came out with his wallet and took fifty pieces for him: "No need to look for it."

He Ge didn't say anything, took the money, turned around and left.

"Who is it?" Song Juhan's voice came from the room.

"Delivery." The boy replied.

"Takeaway? Did you order?"

"Didn't Brother Han ordered it? Crab yellow... wonton?"

He Gu walked to the elevator entrance as fast as possible, but he was still a step late, and Song Juhan's voice came from behind: "Why."

He Gu paused, then turned around.

Song Juhan frowned at him, then looked at the wontons, and sneered: "Why are you here now?"

"Delivery." He Gu said blankly.

Song Juhan frowned slightly. Although He Gu's face was calm, he could still feel the man's hidden anger. He couldn't help but find it amusing. He knew why He rarely showed his emotions except in bed. Hooked his finger: "Come back."

The young man stuck out a head, and his round and bright eyes patrolled back and forth between them puzzled.

He Gu didn't move: "You have guests, so be busy first."

"Let you come back." Is this jealous? He didn't appreciate it enough.

He Gu paused for two seconds and walked back.

The boy said, "Brother Han, who is he?"

Song Juhan ignored him, grabbed He Gu's collar, and sniffed his face: "It's okay, I didn't drink too much."

The boy narrowed his eyes. That tone was frivolous and ambiguous, definitely not an ordinary friendship.

He Gu nodded to the boy, and familiarly found the slippers in the shoe cabinet and put them on. He has been to Song Juhan's apartment several times. Song Juhan once asked him to give him the key, but he didn't. If he had the key, he might not be able to endure running here every now and then. Sometimes people don't have enough self-control, and they need some external force. Bound, he didn't want to give himself the illusion that "I can come to Song Juhan at any time". In fact, over the years, six or seven times out of ten, Song Juhan took the initiative to find him, but the three or four he took the initiative were only released when countless desires could no longer be suppressed.

The young man looked at He Gu in a daze. He still didn't seem to believe in the relationship between He Gu and Song Juhan. The difference between the two was like a simple and dull porcelain and a shining diamond. The one that matched the diamond should be him anyway. Such platinum or colorful treasures can never be turned into porcelain.

The young man frowned and glanced at Song Juhan, but Song Juhan disagreed.

He Gu hardly paid attention to the young man. After he entered the house, he didn't even take off his coat. He carried the little wontons into the kitchen, poured them into two bowls, and then took them out and put them in the kitchen. On the table: "I've eaten it, you can eat it."

Song Juhan seemed to have just woken up after a good night's sleep. The neckline of the loose knitted sweater showed most of his beautiful collarbones and vigorous chest muscles. His curly hair was a little messy. Sitting at the dining table, he yawned first, then stared at the little wonton. In a daze.

Song Juhan's facial features are most often praised for his deep and charming eyes, but He Gu likes his lips the most. Song Juhan's lips are slightly upturned, always red and moist, as if he is ready to kiss at any time. Prepare.

The young man unceremoniously pulled out the stool and sat down, holding the wonton and eating it, and gave He Gu a cold look.

Song Juhan also ate, and asked while eating, "Isn't there a dinner party?"

"I left early."

"I told you to come at six o'clock, but if you don't come, what do you mean by coming now?" Song Juhan gave him a white look: "Did I say I would wait for you?"

"No." He Gu looked at his watch: "Why don't I go back first."

"Clean up the bowl and go back, otherwise the room will smell bad."

"Well." He Gu turned his head and looked out the window. From here, you can see a very good night view. Those long cars that are crowded on the ground look like a beautiful galaxy from a high altitude. This city, which is piled up by desires and hopes, can only be seen when you stand on a high place. nice view.

"Brother Han." The young man said coquettishly, "I'll clean it up, you can let him go back."

Song Juhan smiled at him, and suddenly said, "Why, do you know him?"

"I saw it on TV." He couldn't remember what it was called.

"Introduce yourself." Song Juhan said.

The young man said coldly, "My name is Zhuang Jieyu."

"Why, hello."

Zhuang Jieyu was very angry, the man's indifferent appearance was like provoking him. He didn't know what Song Juhan meant by leaving people behind, he wanted to play together? He glanced at Song Juhan, a little confused. It's not that he can't play, but if he sacrifices like this, he has to think carefully about what he wants from Song Juhan.

Song Juhan finished eating wontons and entered a state of wanting to have fun. He said lazily, "Why, Jieyu is your type, right?"

Zhuang Jieyu's heart sank, and he felt that he had guessed correctly. He secretly scolded Song Juhan a few words in his heart, but on the surface he was no longer frowning at He Gu, but smiled at He Gu.

He Gu's eyes wandered on the faces of the two of them, and he couldn't understand what Song Juhan wanted to do, so he said vaguely, "It's okay."

"Well, I knew that he was a bit like Feng Zheng back then." Song Juhan said casually.

Why didn't expect that Song Juhan would mention Feng Zheng again, he thought to himself, it didn't look alike at all, so he shook his head. Song Juhan is really a personality that will be reported by Jairus. The conflict of that day has not yet been planned to turn the page.

"Isn't it like that? He looks like a little white face with red lips and white teeth. He seems to be about the same age as he was then." Song Juhan looked at He Ge with a smile.

"It doesn't look like it." He Gu came over, packed up the bowls they had finished eating, and brought them to the kitchen.

Song Juhan yawned again, probably because he had had enough fun, and rubbed Zhuang Jieyu's head: "Go get ready." Then he entered the bedroom.

Zhuang Jieyu let out an "oh", his eyes drifted to the kitchen, this man... Fortunately, he has a good body and looks.

He Gu had just finished clearing the bowl and was about to leave. When he turned around, he saw Zhuang Jieyu folded his arms and leaned on the door frame to look at him.

He Gu tried to get past him, but was stopped. He Gu waited quietly, waiting for Zhuang Jieyu to do something.

He thought he would appreciate a naive rivalry and jealousy, but he didn't expect Zhuang Jieyu to be so unexpected that he hooked his neck and said vaguely, "Can you do 1?"

He Gu answered honestly, "Yes."

"I heard that I have been fucked for a long time, and I don't want to do 1 anymore. Brother Han's skills are so good..."

"It doesn't matter if you want to or not, as long as your physiology is fine." He Gu didn't know which one he was playing, but just grabbed his arm and put it down, and walked out of the kitchen.

Zhuang Jieyu frowned, what do you mean, put on a show?

He Gu took the key and was about to put on his shoes and leave.

Zhuang Jieyu went up and grabbed his tie, and said unhappily, "What do you mean?"

He Gu frowned: "I also want to ask this sentence."

"Brother Han asked me to prepare, can you cooperate with me, do you suffer from a loss like this?"

He Gu reacted, knowing that this kid had misunderstood, Song Juhan didn't have that kind of hobby, he said, "You misunderstood, Juhan doesn't play with this."

Zhuang Jieyu laughed: "Don't play? Then I slept with a ghost before?"

Why was stunned.

Zhuang Jieyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you know? Brother Han has a lot of needs. Sometimes one person can't handle him at all. He likes it very much, and has he never played with you?"

He Gu felt some dull emotions surging in his chest, causing his blood to surge. He grabbed the boy's hand, opened his fingers a little bit, pulled his tie back, and said coldly, "I don't play. ."

Zhuang Jieyu was angry. He didn't expect why he would reject him. He was the one who was reluctant. Ah, he usually wouldn't even glance at him, but now he dares to refuse him? ! He was a little embarrassed and angry, grabbed He Gu's collar, blocked He Gu's lips with force, and kissed skillfully.

Why froze.

Except for Song Juhan and Feng Zheng, he never kissed anyone. His only thought at the time was that this kid's kissing skills were really good. When he was with Feng Zheng, neither of them had any experience. When he was with Song Juhan, Song Juhan was not too good Perfunctory is too impatient, it seems that it is the first time he has been kissed seriously.

"What are you doing?" Song Juhan's cold voice came from behind.

The two separated, Zhuang Jieyu looked at Song Juhan panting slightly, something he couldn't understand was brewing in Song Juhan's eyes, which made him chill, could he really be wrong? Song Juhan didn't want to...

He Gu wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips. He really didn't know how to explain it for a while. Does Song Juhan need him to explain? If he didn't need it, he didn't bother to explain.

"Brother Han... Didn't you make me ready?" Zhuang Jieyu said innocently.

Song Juhan said blankly, "Did I tell you to prepare like this, I asked you to prepare your ass."

Zhuang Jieyu's face changed slightly. Song Juhan was usually generous and funny. Even if he said something in the middle of the bed, it was still fun. He would never say such ugly things in front of others. He didn't know how to provoke Song Juhan. .

Song Juhan didn't look at him at all, just stared at He Gu fiercely: "Who asked you to kiss him?"

"He kissed me." He Gu said.

"I think you're enjoying it." Song Juhan narrowed his eyes: "But I haven't been there for a few days—you, don't be so hungry—be thirsty."

Zhuang Jieyu was even more surprised, he had never seen Song Juhan speak ill of anyone. Although this big star is not comprehensive in life, but he has been in contact with him, and he has no complaints about his cultivation of life. Song Juhan should be a decent person inside and out, with the graceful posture necessary for his background, as long as there is no interest Conflict is always a perfect noble boy. But he never expected that Song Juhan would have such an explosive side.

Why did he really enjoy that kiss, it was a kiss with impeccable technique, it made his understanding of kissing take on a whole new level, but that's all, it was like tasting a delicacy he had never tasted before, nothing. special meaning. He felt that he had said what he had to say. Song Juhan was obviously taking his anger out. It was useless for him to say anything, so let's go. Whenever Song Juhan was unhappy, he had better disappear. This was a rule he figured out.

He turned to put on his shoes.

"You dare to step out of this room, and never want to see me again." Song Juhan raised his chin and looked down at He Gu.

This sentence really worked, why did he straighten his waist, so he had to explain again: "He misunderstood you, we..."

"He didn't misunderstand." Song Juhan looked at He Gu, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

He Ge's body trembled, Song Juhan wouldn't really think about it...

Song Juhan came over and pulled He Gu's tie: "You have been obedient for so many years, and you will be obedient today, right?"

He Gu's Adam's apple stirred up and down: "Ju Han, don't go too far." He could watch Song Juhan make out with others, because he had no position to control, but he couldn't participate in it, it was disgusting.

"How is it too much? Is it too much for you to kiss him?" Song Juhan thought about the scene he saw, He Gu's slightly surprised and seemingly enjoying expression on his face, he just felt angry, and the blood all over his body seemed to be there Instantly boiled. Why did he even kiss a little slut at his house, the goods, why did he kiss someone else? Oh shit!

"It shouldn't be my fault."

This sentence seemed to annoy Song Juhan. He grabbed He Gu by the collar and pressed the person against the wall. Those beautiful eyes that shone like stars also felt the chill of the boundless void of the universe.

Zhuang Jieyu stared at He Ge, and then at Song Juhan, almost bewildered by the tense atmosphere between the two, but it was just a kiss, isn't Song Juhan's reaction too weird?

Zhuang Jieyu doesn't know Song Juhan, because he has only seen the elegant, funny and charming side of Song Juhan, and why has he seen all of Song Juhan's appearance, Song Juhan's temper is so great that people who really know him have always been cautious. Today was probably a kiss between him and Zhuang Jieyu, which made Song Juhan feel that his authority was violated? Although he is also very innocent, he can bear Song Juhan's anger, not once or twice. Just bear with it and wait until he loses his temper.

Song Juhan squinted, his eyes swept over every inch of He Gu's face, and finally landed on He Gu's lips. He rubbed the lips with his fingertips, then blocked them with force, and kissed extremely roughly.

He Ge didn't know how to respond to the kiss that seemed like punishment, and he was overwhelmed even trying to avoid the collision of his teeth.

Song Juhan's tongue pushed open his teeth arrogantly, stirring recklessly in his mouth, He Ge was kissed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and a blush appeared on his face.

In a trance, Song Juhan started to pull on his clothes, He Ge was startled, and grabbed Song Juhan's hand hard: "Juhan?!"

"Playing something special today, I'll do it—you, he's watching." Song Juhan pulled hard, tearing He Gu's pants chain.

Zhuang Jieyu only felt that his scalp was numb, and he was frightened by Song Juhan's anger and malice.

Why is he anxious: "Ju Han, stop making trouble!"

"Who is making trouble with you?" Song Juhan's strength was so great that no ordinary person could resist it. As the only heir of Song's entertainment empire, his safety is always the first consideration, so he had the best martial arts teacher to teach him martial arts since he was a child. Why did he ever see him crushing walnuts with his ring finger and little finger like a game? The beautiful hands are not only proficient in a variety of musical instruments, but can also break the hardest bones of the human body with one punch. Why was he vulnerable in front of him.

He Gu's face flushed red. This was probably the most embarrassing scene in his life. He crossed Song Juhan's shoulder and saw Zhuang Jieyu's surprised eyes, feeling that his heart had been trampled into the mud.

Song Juhan approached arrogantly, He Gu desperately tried to push him away: "Juhan, let me go!"

"Don't move, Damn, shouldn't you make up for you messing up Lao Tzu's date? Maybe someone will look at you more excited, feel it, whether he kisses you comfortably, or I fuck you - make you comfortable. "His hand had already removed He Gu's last barrier.

Why was his heart hurting, his eyes were burning, and the strength he didn't know where he came from, pushed Song Juhan away!

Song Juhan staggered a few steps, but quickly stabilized his body.

He Gu looked very embarrassed, his clothes and ties were messy, his trousers were piled at his feet, and his face was full of anger.

There was a trace of unbearableness in Zhuang Jieyu's eyes when he looked at him. These rich people really don't have many good things.

Song Juhan didn't expect the always silent and obedient He Gu's reaction to be so big, and before he had time to get angry, it was the deep humiliation on He Gu's face that made him stunned.

He Gu raised his trousers tremblingly, ran to the door, kicked on his shoes, and ran out of the door like a whirlwind.

When Song Juhan reacted, He Gu had already run away. His face became quite ugly, and he kicked the stool violently.

Zhuang Jieyu was a little frightened and stood beside him at a loss.

Song Juhan's Adam's apple twitched up and down, staring gloomily at the half-open door, he froze in place for a long time without moving, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhuang Jieyu didn't dare to breathe.

After a long time, Song Juhan seemed to have only discovered him, and looked at him coldly: "Next time you dare to touch him, you don't have to mix in the circle."

Zhuang Jieyu took a breath and nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brother Han."

"roll."