Yan Gou

Cengo called Cen's family. His father had been abroad for vacation in Hawaii since last month. The person who answered the phone was the housekeeper. He was going to walk the dog in the garden in the morning.

Cen Ge didn't explain too much, he just said concisely: "Please help me contact my dad's driver and ask him to send my dad's dog to Yujing Garden for two weeks."

Although the steward didn't understand why, he still responded, "Okay."

He hung up the phone, then turned to the assistant's number and dialed it, asking the assistant to move the itinerary for next week to the next week, and then bring the next week's business trip schedule to this week.

The assistant was also confused, but didn't ask any questions.

Jiang Bailu came back from his private work with Tong Wei during the day, and took a taxi to Yujing Garden after dinner.Tong Wei invited all the staff to dinner, but Jiang Bailu turned him down on the grounds that he had something important to do.

After getting off the car, he was blocked outside the gate of the community, and the person on duty in the security room changed his face.Jiang Bailu squatted by the door to call Cengo, and it was only the fifth time that he was picked up by the other party.

Cen Ge said coolly on the other end of the phone: "You hit 20.00% of the electricity, and only [-]% is left."

Jiang Bailu's tone was innocent: "Didn't you say so?"

Cengo said angrily, "What did I say?"

Jiang Bailu was confident, "You said that no one answered the phone, so you have to keep calling until someone answers."

Cengo was speechless for a second, and asked with a dark face, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Bailu didn't answer him immediately, but asked in a strange tone: "What are you doing, taking so long to answer the phone?"

Cengo asked with a half-smile, "What do you think I'm doing?"

Jiang Bailu asked slowly: "Didn't you just finish sleeping with the pretty young model?"

Cengo sneered brightly: "What gave you the illusion that I could ejaculate within five phone calls? You don't know how long I'll be in bed?"

Jiang Bailu said with a groan, "I've arrived at the gate of Yujing Garden."

Recalling the incident of asking the other party to feed the dog last night, Cengo kicked away the large Alaskan dog deliberately raising its paw and stepping on his trousers with his toe, "Come on."

Jiang Bailu said, "The guards won't let you in."

Cengo asked him to pass the phone to the security guard at the door, and said a few words on the phone.The mobile phone returned to Jiang Bailu's hands again, and the security guard helped him open the locked door on the side.Jiang Bailu walked in while holding the mobile phone, and said, "When will you give me the access control card?"

Cen Ge raised his eyebrows, "When did I promise to give you the access control card?"

Jiang Bailu couldn't help being surprised, "You have already entered my fingerprint on your fingerprint lock, shouldn't you give me the access control card of the community together?"

What answered him was the man who hung up the phone without saying a word, and the busy tone that remained in his ears.

Jiang Bailu: "..."

He was not angry at all, but smiled and quickened his pace.The matter of the access control card, I can always avoid the moment on the phone, but I can't avoid the face-to-face confrontation 10 minutes later.

But 10 minutes later, when he opened the door of Cengo's house, he saw a man in home clothes standing in the living room waiting for him.Jiang Bailu walked over, but Cengo didn't even give him a chance to speak. He threw the access control card in his hand on the table in front of him, squinted his eyes and said in a businesslike manner: "It's agreed in advance. I will lend you the access control card for a week." When I come back a week later, the access control card will be returned to me, and the fingerprints in the fingerprint lock will also be deleted.”

Jiang Bailu: "..."

"Okay." He agreed with a smile, bent down to pick up the access control card and put it in his pocket, then turned his eyes to Cengo, only then noticed that the other party was not wearing home clothes, but a washclothes. An old brown sweatshirt.

Jiang Bailu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Cengo frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Bailu's eyes still didn't leave the clothes on his body, as if he had stared straight at the sight, his mouth opened and closed subconsciously: "I usually see you either in a suit or a shirt, and this is the first time I see you wearing a sweater..."

Cengo snorted and sat down on the sofa, "What? Only you can wear it?"

"That's not true." Jiang Bailu sat down on the armrest of the sofa, stretched out his hand and gently tugged at his sleeve, "You laughed at me yesterday for wearing old clothes, but I didn't expect you to wear them yourself." Putting his hands on the man's shoulders, looking from top to bottom, he stared into Cengo's neckline intently, and returned the other party's words: "Throw it away, I'll buy you a new one."

Zen Ge glanced at him, "Where are your eyes looking?"

Jiang Bailu pursed his lips in embarrassment and laughed, and suddenly got up and passed him, and threw himself on the big fluffy Alaskan dog lying in the middle of the couch, stretched out his hand, hugged and rubbed the dog.

The dog who had looked at him coldly a quarter of an hour ago was now like a giant milk dog, turning over on its back, revealing its soft belly, lying down in Jiang Bailu's arms and arching back and forth.

Cengo was so annoyed that he even had a faint headache.

He got up and went to the refrigerator to get a drink, and taunted him without looking back: "You can sleep with it in your arms tonight."

Hearing this, Jiang Bailu let go of the big dog, leaned close to him, and asked with a smile: "You——are you inviting me to stay overnight in disguise?"

Cengo's tone was cold: "Obviously not."

Jiang Bailu didn't know what it means to retreat in spite of difficulties, and he was still in high spirits, and even moved closer, but the other party frowned and avoided him, "You are covered in dog hair, stay away from me."

Jiang Bailu was surprised for a second, and while stepping back, he muttered softly: "Your dog is not your own, did you pick it up on the side of the road?"

He stopped five steps away from Cengo, standing straight with his legs together, his eyes were fixed on Cengo for a moment, there was a slight twinkle in his eyes, like a deliberate coaxing, and then Like a sly invitation, "Do you want to do it tonight?"

He emphasized clearly again and again, with a slightly raised ending: "The night before the business trip, don't you want to do it?"

Cengo glanced at him, and after a while, said calmly: "First wash off the dog hair on your body."

When Jiang Bailu came out of the shower, the light in the living room was turned off.Zen Ge was sitting on the sofa drinking, the Alaskan dog curled up in the corner with its fluffy tail and squinted, and the TV stayed on the sports channel, and the screen was the recent European Cup qualifiers that were hotly discussed on the Internet.

Jiang Bailu sat down next to him, reached out to take the wine glass in Cengo's hand, raised his head, took a big sip, and then coughed slightly due to choking.

Cen Ge picked up another glass of wine at the table, took a sip, and said with a half smile, "You drink wine like water?"

"I thought it was beer." He raised his hand to wipe off the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, tilted his face and looked at Cengo in the dim light, "What kind of wine is so strong?"

Cengo didn't bother to talk to him, and his eyes casually fell on the football field on TV.

Jiang Bailu put the wine glass in his hand against the rim of Cengo's wine glass, stretched out his hand to support the wine glass in the opponent's hand and tilted it slightly, the crystal clear liquid slowly flowed from the opponent's glass into his glass along the edge of the glass, Jiang Bailu Pressing his lips against the rim of the cup, all the liquid flowed into his lips again.

Cen Ge didn't even look at it, and taunted him, "You have to drink what's left of me after a drink?"

Jiang Bailu silently stuffed the empty cup into Cengo's other hand, raised his hand to hook the man's neck, raised his butt abruptly, put his lips close to his lips, pressed the tip of his tongue lightly, and swallowed again. More than half of the lukewarm wine was poured into the other's lips.

Finally, he left Cengo's lips, but still maintained a very close distance with the other party, before the man got angry, he raised the corner of his lips and said, "Now, you can count as drinking the rest of my wine."

Cengo paused in place.A moment later, the man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he swallowed the wine in his mouth into his stomach.The amber pupils locked him tightly in the flickering light and shadow, and there seemed to be wind and clouds surging in the pupils.Like a lion ready to go, it can grab him at any time and bite him into pieces.

Jiang Bailu, when Cengo was angry at the mouth-to-mouth drinking, restrained the bright coaxing on his face, lowered his eyes and pretended to admit his mistake honestly.

Unexpectedly, the other party reached out and pinched his shoulders, confining him so close to the space where the tips of his noses occasionally brushed against each other when his breathing intertwined, he couldn't help but grab his wet lips that had been soaked in wine, biting him with the wind and rain ready to come. sweep up.

Jiang Bailu stood there helplessly, acting like an ignorant young man kissing for the first time, and even faintly had nowhere to put his hands and feet.

Cengo pinched his jaw viciously and lowered it, and said in a low voice, even gnashing his teeth: "Open your mouth."

Jiang Bailu opened his mouth obediently and let Cengo let him go.

Cengo pressed him on the sofa and kissed him violently, with one leg pressed against the edge of the sofa, the other bent up, pushing away his knees, and squeezed forcefully between his legs.

Jiang Bailu reacted immediately, his lust mixed with alcohol rushed straight to the top of his head, his thoughts were sometimes swollen and sometimes sober.In the dark, he raised his eyes vigorously, trying to see the man's face.What is reflected on the retina is the familiar brown casual sweater.

In the thick brown, he gradually emptied his mind, and the referee's whistle and the audience's yelling in his ears gradually moved away from him.He couldn't tell whether it was the past or the present, whether he was abroad or at home, or even the face lying on top of him.

He couldn't see anything but big swaths of dun.

Jiang Bailu opened his lips and whispered softly: "Chris..."

The man stopped suddenly, like a basin of cold water being poured on his head in the cold winter, the drenched woodpile made a sizzling sound of extinguishing, and it was bone-chillingly cold.

Cengo grabbed his wrist heavily, paused every word, his face was frosty, "Whose name are you calling?"