Chapter 7:

The teenager looked at him, and finally stopped his eyes on the small puppet in his hand, then took the plastic bag with one hand: "Thank you, how much is it?"
Why did I return to my heart, and vaguely recognized that this seems to be a recent actor who was red, under 20 years old, his skin was so tender that he could spit out water, and his body was still thin and adolescent. Lined with long legs. Light is standing as if it is glowing.
Why calmly say: "46."
"Oh, wait." The boy turned to get the money. After a while, he came out with his wallet and drew him fifty. "No need to find it."
Why not say anything, take the money and turn around.
"Who?" Song Juhan's voice came from the room.
"Delivery," the boy replied.
"Takeaway? Did you order it?"
"Isn't that Han Brother's order? Crab yellow ... hey?"
Why go as fast as possible to the elevator entrance, but still one step late, behind the voice of Song Juhan: "Why."
Why paused, and then turned around.
Song Juhan frowned at him and looked at him again, smirking: "What are you doing here now?"
"Delivery." He said blankly.
Song Juhan frowned slightly. Although he was calm on the face, he could still feel the hidden anger of the man. He couldn't help but feel funny. Why did he know that he rarely showed his emotions except in bed? Hooked his finger: "Come back."
The boy poked out a head, and his round, bright eyes looked back and forth between them.
Why didn't you move: "You have guests, please be busy."
"Get you back." Is this jealous? He hasn't appreciated enough yet.
Why pause for two seconds and walked back.
The boy said, "Brother, who is he?"
Song Juhan ignored him, grabbed his collar, sniffed next to his face, "OK, didn't drink too much."
The boy widened his eyes. That tone of light and ambiguous is definitely not an ordinary friendship.
Why nodded the boy, and familiarly found slippers in the shoe cabinet and put them on. Song Juhan has visited this apartment several times. Song Juhan had given him the key, but he did n’t need it. If he had the key, he might not be able to run away. Bound, he didn't want to give himself the illusion that "I can come to Song Juhan at any time". In fact, for so many years, six or seven of them were actively sought by Song Juhan, but the three or four of his initiative were released when countless longings could no longer be suppressed.
The teenager looked at it for some reason, and still did n’t seem to believe why he had a relationship with Song Juhan. The difference between the two was like a simple and dim porcelain and a brilliant diamond. Anyway, it should be him. Such platinum or color treasures can't be turned into porcelain.
The boy frowned at Song Juhan, Song Juhan disapproved.
Why didn't he even look at the teenager? After he entered the house, he didn't even take off his jacket. He walked into the kitchen with a small and fell into two bowls. Then he took it out and put it in The table: "I have eaten, you eat."
Song Juhan seemed to have just woke up asleep, and the loose neckline of his loose sweater revealed most of his beautiful collarbone and puffy chest muscles. His curly hair was a bit messy. Sitting at the table, he yawned first, then stared at Xiaoyan. Dazed.
Song Juhan ’s features are often praised for his deep and charming eyes, but why do he like his lips most? Song Juhan ’s lips are slightly upturned, always red and moist, as if he is ready to kiss at any time ready.
The boy politely opened the stool and sat down, ate it with his arms around, and gave a cold look at why.
Song Juhan ate, and asked, "Is there a dinner?"
"I left early."
"I asked you to come at six and you don't come. What does it mean to be here now?" Song Juhan gave him a white look: "Did I say I want to wait for you?"
"No." Why did I look at my watch? "I'll go back first."
"Clean the bowl and go back, otherwise the room smells."
"Well." Why turned and looked out the window. From here, you can see a very good night view. Those cars that are crowded with dragons on the ground look like a beautiful galaxy at high altitude. This city, which is piled with desire and hope, can only be seen at a high place. nice view.
"Han," said the young coquettishly, "I'll just clean up, and let him go back."
Song Juhan smiled at him and suddenly said, "Why do you know him?"
"I've seen it on TV." He couldn't remember the name.
"Introduce yourself." Song Juhan said.
The boy said coldly, "My name is Zhuang Jieyu."
"Why, hello."
Zhuang Jieyu called that Qilai, and the man's indifference looked like he was provoking him. He didn't know what Song Juhan meant to leave and wanted to play together? He glanced at Song Juhan, something he couldn't guess. He is not incapable of playing, but if he is so sacrificed, he has to think about what he wants from Song Juhan.
After Song Juhan finished eating, he was in a state of being full and looking for fun. He said lazily, "Why is Jieyu the type you like?"
Zhuang Jie sank to his heart, feeling that he had guessed. He cursed Song Juhan in his heart, but on the surface he no longer frowned at why, but smiled at him.
Why do you look around on the faces of the two? He didn't understand what Song Juhan wanted to do, so he said vaguely, "OK."
"Well, I know, he's a bit like Feng Ye back then." Song Juhan said casually.
Why didn't he expect that Song Juhan would bring up Feng Ye again? He thought to himself that it didn't look like anything at all, so he shook his head. Song Juhan really has a personality that must be reported. The conflict of that day has not yet planned to turn pages.
"Isn't it like? The appearance of red lips, white teeth and small white face seems to be about the same age." Song Juhan looked at why with a smile.
"Not quite." Why came over, picked up the bowl they had eaten, and took it to the kitchen.
Song Juhan yawned again, probably enough, and rubbed Zhuang Jieyu's head: "Go and prepare." Then he entered the bedroom.
Zhuang Jieyu said, "Oh", his eyes flew to the kitchen. The man ... Fortunately, he looks good.
Why did I just finish the bowl and planned to leave? As soon as I turned around, I saw Zhuang Jie holding his chest in his hands, leaning on the door frame and watching him.
Why was he trying to get over him but was stopped. Why wait quietly, waiting for Zhuang Jieyu to do something.
He thought he would admire a childish contention and was jealous. However, Zhuang Jieyu was unexpected and he caught his neck and said vaguely, "Can you do 1?"
Why answer honestly, "Yes."
"I heard that it's been a long time --- ---, I don't want to do 1, Han Ge is so good ..."
"It doesn't matter if you want to, you don't have any physical problems." Why didn't you know what he was playing, just grabbed his arm and lowered it, and walked out of the kitchen.
Zhuang Jieyu frowned, what does it mean, put on a show?
Why take the key, ready to leave with shoes.
Zhuang Jieyu went up and grabbed his tie and said, unhappy, "What do you mean?"
Why frowned: "I also want to ask this sentence."
"Han, let me be prepared. Can you cooperate with me? Can you suffer like me?"
Why did you react a bit, knowing that the boy had misunderstood, Song Juhan did not have such a hobby, he said: "You misunderstood, Juhan does not play this."
Zhuang Jieyu laughed and said, "Don't play? Then I used to sleep with a ghost?"
Why are you stuck?
Zhuang Jieyu raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't you know? Brother Han is in great demand, sometimes he can't cope with him at all, he likes it and never played with you?"
Why did he feel some dull emotions in his chest, making him feel bloody, he grabbed the teenager's hand, opened his fingers a little, pulled his tie back, and said coldly: "I don't play . "
Zhuang Jie was angry. He didn't expect why he would refuse him. He was the one who was reluctant to play. He also picked this game well, and he always picked the good looks. Why is there nowhere? Ah, he usually doesn't look at it at all, but now dare to refuse him? !! He was a little embarrassed and angrily, holding on to He's collar, covering up He's lips, and kissing him skillfully.
Why froze.
He didn't kiss anyone except Song Juhan and Feng Ye. At the time, his only thought was that the boy's kiss technique was really good. When he was with Feng Ye, they had little experience. When he was with Song Juhan, Song Juhan was not too good. Perfunctory is just too impatient, he seems to be kissed seriously for the first time.
"What are you doing?" Song Juhan's cold voice came from behind.
The two separated, Zhuang Jieyu gasped and looked at Song Juhan. Song Juhan's eyes were brewing something that he couldn't understand, which made him feel cold. Could he really be wrong? Song Juhan didn't want to ...
Why wiped the saliva on the corners of the lips, and for a while I really didn't know how to explain it. Does Song Juhan need him to explain it? He didn't bother to explain if he didn't need it.
"Han brother ... didn't you make me ready?" Zhuang Jieyu said innocently.
Song Juhan said blankly, "Did I tell you to prepare this way? I asked you to prepare your butt."
Zhuang Jieyu's face changed slightly, and Song Juhan was generous and funny in his daily life. Even if he said something in the bed, it was also fun. He never said such awful words in front of others. He didn't know how to provoke Song Juhan. .
Song Juhan did not look at him at all, but stared fiercely: "Who asked you to kiss him?"
"He kisses me," he said.
"I think you enjoy it." Song Juhan narrowed his eyes. "But I didn't do it for a few days-you don't need to be so hungry-thirsty."
Zhuang Jieyu was even more surprised. He had never seen Song Juhan speak evil to anyone. Although this superstar is not all-rounded, but he has not touched on the cultivation of his life. Song Juhan should be a decent person from both inside and outside, with the elegant attitude necessary for his birth, as long as there is no interest. Conflict is always a perfect nobleman. But he never expected that Song Juhan would have such a hot side.
Why did you really enjoy the kiss? It was a technically impeccable kiss that gave him a new understanding of kissing, but that's it, just like tasting a food he has never tasted, nothing Special meaning. He felt that what he should have said. Song Juhan was obviously angry. He would not use anything to say anything. Let ’s go. When Song Juhan was unhappy, he had better disappear. This is the law he explored.
He turned to wear shoes.
"Do you dare to step out of this room and never want to see me again." Song Juhan raised his chin and looked down at why.
This sentence worked, so why straight up, I had to explain again: "He misunderstood what you meant, we ..."
"He didn't get it wrong." Song Juhan looked at the reason, his lips twitched slightly, showing a somewhat cruel smile.
Why did his body tremble, Song Juhan wouldn't really want to ...
Song Juhan came over and pulled his tie: "You have been obedient for so many years, and you will be obedient today, right?"
Why the knot in the throat is up and down: "Ju Han, don't go too far." He can watch Song Ju Han and other people affectionately, because he has no stance, but he can't participate in it, that's too disgusting.
"Why is it too much? Is it too much to kiss him?" Song Juhan thought about the scene he saw, so why the expression on his face was a little shocked and seemed to enjoy, but he felt angry and his blood seemed to be there. Instantly boiled. Why did he have a kiss at his house with a little saury --- why did he kiss someone else? Oh shit!
"It should not be my fault."
This sentence seemed to annoy Song Juhan. He grabbed his collar and pressed the person against the wall, and his twinkling eyes were as beautiful as stars. At this time, the distant coldness of the cosmic void in the universe also rose.
Zhuang Jieyu glared at Song Juhan and stared at Song Juhan. He was about to be stunned by the tense atmosphere between the two, but kissed him. Is Song Juhan's reaction too weird?
Zhuang Jieyu didn't know Song Juhan because he had only seen the elegant and charming side of Song Juhan's gentleman, and why he had seen all of Song Juhan's appearance. Song Juhan's temperament was so that those who really knew him were always cautious. Today is probably a kiss between him and Zhuang Jieyu, making Song Juhan feel that authority has been violated? Although he is also very innocent, he can withstand Song Juhan's anger, but it is not once or twice, just tolerate it and wait for his temper to run out.
Song Juhan squinted his eyes, glanced over every inch of He Qin's face, and finally fell on He Qin's lips. He rubbed his lips with his fingertips, blocked them with force, and kissed extremely violently.
Why didn't he know how to respond to the kiss like punishment, he couldn't handle even trying to avoid teeth collision.
Song Juhan's tongue pushed his teeth openly, and he arbitrarily stirred in his mouth, why he was gradually out of breath, and a flush of redness crawled on his face.
Suddenly, Song Juhan started pulling his clothes. Why was he shocked and holding Song Juhan's hand firmly: "Ju Han ?!"
"Today is a special one. I'll do it-you, he's watching." Song Juhan pulled it hard, tearing the chain of the pants for any reason.
Zhuang Jieyu only felt scalp numbness, he was frightened by the anger and malice that Song Juhan showed.
Why are you anxious: "Ju Han, don't make a mess!"
"Who's making trouble with you?" Song Juhan's strength was not that ordinary people could resist. As the sole heir of the Song ’s entertainment empire, his safety is always considered first, so he had the best martial arts teacher to teach him martial arts since he was a child. Why did he ever see him use a ring finger and a little finger to crush walnuts like a play? A pair of beautiful hands is not only proficient in a variety of instruments, it can also punch the hardest bones in a person with one punch. Why was he vulnerable in front of him.
Why is his face flushed? This is probably the most embarrassing scene in his life. He crossed Song Juhan's shoulders and saw Zhuang Jieyu's eyes full of amazement, feeling that his heart was trampled into the mud.
Song Juhan approached step by step, so why desperately wanted to push him away: "Ju Han, you let me go!"
"Don't move, shit, you've disturbed Lao Tzu's date, shouldn't you make up for it? Maybe someone looks at you more excitedly, and feel well, it's him who makes you comfortable, or I'll do it-make you comfortable. "His hand has cut off the last barrier of why.
Why the heart is sore, the eyes are burning, I don't know where the strength comes from, and push Song Juhan away!
Song Ju chilled a few steps, but quickly stabilized.
Why look terrible, clothes and ties messy, trousers piled on his feet, his face full of anger.
Zhuang Jieyu could not bear to look at his gaze. There are few good things about these rich people.
Song Juhan did not expect why the reaction was so silent and obedient. It was too late to get angry, but why the deep humiliation on his face stopped him.
Why shivered, lifted up his pants, ran to the door, kicked his shoes, and hurricane ran out of the door.
When Song Juhan reacted, why did he run away. His face became quite ugly, and he kicked the stool hard.
Zhuang Jieyu was a little scared and was at a loss.
Song Juhan's throat knot agitated up and down, staring gloomily at the half-opened door lintel, stiffened in place for a long time without knowing what he was thinking.
Zhuang Jieyu dare not breathe.
After a long time, Song Juhan seemed to have discovered him, and looked at him coldly: "Dare to touch him next time, you don't have to be in the circle."
Zhuang Jieyu took a sigh of relief, nodding his head like a pounding garlic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Han."
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