Yan Gou

When Jiang Bailu stepped into the bar at night, he didn't even see the shadow of the bar counter. He heard the bartender's mellow and sexy voice twisting all the way, coming out from the door, and finally fell lightly in his ears, bringing With a high-spirited ending: "God, you are definitely my type. Let's go to your room tonight?"

Jiang Bailu walked across the dance floor and booths, followed the source of the sound towards the bar, and recognized the handsome man sitting in front of the bar at a glance in the dim and colorful light.

He looked around subconsciously, but he didn't see Song Tang as he expected.Thinking about it, if Song Tang was sitting in the bar now, he would definitely not stand by and watch the handsome young man deliberately flirt with Ceng Ge.The enthusiastic bartender would not stand still in the bar after saying such words.

Jiang Bailu walked forward, sat down next to Cengo's shoulder, reached out to take the wine glass in his hand and brought it to his mouth, lifted his chin and took a sip, and looked at the young foreigner behind the bar with a smile. Dude, "That's what you told me yesterday."

The man whose wine glass was robbed turned his face sideways when he heard this, raised his eyelids and glanced at him calmly.

The bartender glanced at the mouth of the wine glass in Jiang Bailu's hand and Cengo's face in turn, and raised his hand innocently, "Actually, there are many types I like. But," he paused for a second, He kept turning his gaze to Cengo beside Jiang Bailu, "What you should believe is that he didn't agree to my invitation, so I didn't do anything to him."

At this moment, no matter who looked at it, they would think that this gringo was racking his brains to get rid of the old prey with which he had been ambiguous the night before, for the sake of his new prey.

Apparently Jiang Bailu thought so too.

Caucasians have always been enthusiastic and bold. When he lived with his ex-boyfriend in the United States in the early years, the young and strong Caucasian boys around him who fell in love with Asians and coveted him or his ex-boyfriend for a long time also greatly He accepted the result squarely and became friends with them naturally.However, it is inevitable that they will speak out in front of everyone during the dinner and make some harmless jokes.

Immersed in such an environment for a long time, Jiang Bailu never felt that this would be a shocking problem. Even his ex-boyfriend, who is half of the Chinese conservative blood, never made trouble in person. I will continue with the next sentence.Only occasionally, in the middle of the night after dinner, fuck him a little harder than usual.

Jiang Bailu raised his eyebrows feigning displeasure, put one hand on the bar, and casually shook the tip of his index finger at the bartender, "That's not what you said yesterday, you still called me sweetheart yesterday .”

Cengo's gaze no longer swept across him lightly, but fixed on his face for a long time, exuding a faint dangerous aura from his whole body.Looking at the bartender at the end, it was like looking at a hapless hunter who broke into his private territory for no reason.

The bartender turned pale with shock, wishing to turn back the time for a full 24 hours, so that God would give him another chance to be a human being again, while opening his mouth nervously to explain: "You may not know, in our country, Sweetheart is just a common greeting."

Only then did Jiang Bailu belatedly detect a trace of something wrong with the other party's emotions.However, he didn't mean to chime in, he even hung out to watch from the sidelines, with a smile that wasn't too big to watch the excitement, looking at the bartender as if he was looking at the bartenders who would write "Kiss my ass" stamped. The poor man who wears a T-shirt on his chest and is kept in the dark.

The bartender, whose height exceeded the 1.8-meter mark and had muscular forearms, looked like a big golden retriever dog with his arms and legs bound, and his face collapsed pitifully.

The next second, Song Tang appeared and rescued him.

Probably even Song Tang himself will never know, except for those who are usually flattering or plotting against his ass, his appearance at this time will be unprecedented in this life, welcome The level reached its peak once.

Of course, it was only for this second.

When Song Tang called Jiang Bailu blankly and happily sat down beside Cengo, the bartender narrowed his eyes slightly, and the surging gratitude in his pupils disappeared.

It's no wonder that he rejected Song Tang preconceivedly because he knew Jiang Bailu. Even judging from his appearance, he liked so many types, but Song Tang failed to grow into the type he liked.

Song Tang didn't notice the bartender's thoughts, he was completely focused on the man he was thinking of.When he caught a glimpse of the brightly colored cocktail in Cengo's hand, he stretched out his hand without thinking, and the ending sound was sweet and ambiguous: "I want to drink it too."

A hand stretched out from the side, picked up the glass of wine, shook it lightly, and passed it under Song Tang's eyes, Jiang Bailu raised the corners of his lips, "If Young Master Song doesn't mind my drool on the rim of the glass."

"Did you order this glass of wine?" Song Tang frowned immediately, and subconsciously cast his gaze in Cengo's direction, but only saw the other side's indifferent side face. He pursed his lips in displeasure, only Feeling ashamed in front of the other party, he hastily knocked on the bar to order the young gringo: "Mix a glass of your best wine."

The bartender replied lazily, and turned around to fetch the bartending utensils from the counter.Song Tang looked away from the bartender, subconsciously leaning towards Cengo, but bumped into the coldness in the other's pupils halfway, suddenly recalling the bad memories that happened at the resort a few months ago, and straightened up with lingering fear .

The bartender who went back and forth put a glass of crystal clear wine between the two of them, and the bottom of the goblet knocked against the smooth and flat marble surface, making a crisp sound.Song Tang was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he turned his head and was about to scold the impolite bartender in front of him, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Bailu leaning lazily on the side bar and casting his gaze, expressionless on his face.

He quickly and sharply swept towards Jiang Bailu, who was still leaning against the bar, but raised his eyelids in a daze, and looked back at him with a puzzled face.

Song Tang twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently, picked up the cocktail that was made in a very short time, and brought it to his lips to take a sip.The next second, his face changed suddenly, he lowered his head and spit the wine back into the glass, stood up abruptly, raised his hand and poured the wine in the glass towards the bartender, cursing furiously: "You give me What kind of shit are you drinking!"

The bartender sideways dodged the poured wine, and blurted out a long series of foreign languages ​​that were spoken quickly and vaguely.

Song Tang couldn't understand, so he called Qin and his party with his mobile phone with a cold face. The moment the call was connected, he gritted his teeth at the person on the other end of the phone and said, "I want you to fire the bartender here now." !"

The bartender stood there leisurely, and even whispered to Jiang Bailu in a leisurely manner: "Why didn't you accept my invitation last night? It turns out that there is a boyfriend who is more handsome and sexier than me .”

Jiang Bailu blinked, leaned on the bar and asked him, "How did you see that?"

"It's obvious, isn't it?" The bartender tilted his head, and his eyes fell on Song Tang's furious back, with a flamboyant expression, "Only the hungry and irritable guest can't see it."

The bartender changed the subject, lowered his voice and asked, "Sweetheart, I helped you, do you have to thank me?"

Jiang Bailu said, "How do you want me to thank you?"

"There's no need for a date, I can't afford to offend your handsome boyfriend." He opened the small drawer beside him, picked up a rose-gold-plated business card with two fingers, and stuffed it into Jiang Bailu's shirt Collar, "Don't let your fierce boyfriend see. But if you know a good man like your boyfriend, please introduce him to me. I like fierce ones in bed."

Jiang Bailu put away the flamboyant rose gold business card, and smiled sincerely. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, he felt his collar tighten slightly, and one hand hooked his collar and pulled his whole body Pulling back, Cengo's extremely unhappy voice fell from the top of his head: "What are you muttering about? Your face is almost stuck on it."

Jiang Bailu then turned his head and bent his eyes towards the man, "Do you want to do it tonight?"

Cengo's eyes darkened suddenly, and he grabbed his wrist and walked out of the bar.

Song Tang, who was sent away by Qin and his party who came to appease him 5 minutes ago, didn't even know that he missed a scene that made him more angry than being tricked by the bartender.

The two walked through the night, through the courtyard behind Cengo's room, through the porch and the living room, and returned to the bedroom with only silver and white moonlight through the window. Cengo paused, closed the door behind his back, and pressed Jiang Bailu on the bed Sturdy door panels.

The other party's strong arms lay across his face, and his broad shoulders blocked the moonlight from his sight, and the kiss fell in a hurry with a little panting and hot air.Jiang Bailu closed his eyes slightly, and reached out to touch Cengo's waist under his clothes.

Song Tang, who was soothed, finally remembered that Cengo was still in the bar. He wanted to go back to the bar, but was told on the way that the other party had gone back.Song Tang turned around, and then walked towards the place where Cengo lived.

Jiang Bailu's back was pressed against the cool door panel, his upper body was naked, and the waistband of his trousers was casually gathered around his feet. The trousers that were still on his legs a second ago were also taken down to his ankles by Cengo.

Song Tang walked to the door of Cengo's room, raised his hand and was about to ring the doorbell, but received a call from someone around him.After returning to the country a few days ago, although he secretly concluded that Tong Wei had climbed up to Ceng Ge, just to be cautious, he still found someone to do a follow-up investigation.

Cengo possessed him and lifted him up, striding towards the bed.

Song Tang put the phone to his ear with a vague expression, but he heard it in the sound of the small flowing electric current. The person on the other end of the phone told himself carefully that Tong Wei's private schedule was too cautious, and he didn't get any Tong Wei and Evidence that Zengo was together.

Jiang Bailu lay on his back on the bed, stretching out his hands to hold the tall and erect organs with a restrained expression.Cengo gave a slight pause to the wide palm that he covered, then broke away the hand he was rubbing for himself, leaned over and took his thing into his mouth.

Song Tang hung up the phone with a gloomy expression, pinched the body of the mobile phone that was faintly hot in his hand, and let out a low snort coldly.

Jiang Bailu's long spread legs trembled subconsciously, and he opened his mouth to moan in a low voice as if he could no longer restrain himself. Ten white and round toes curled up forcefully.

Song Tang raised his head expressionlessly, left without looking back, and walked straight to where Jiang Bailu's room was.

Jiang Bailu closed his eyes tightly and bit his lower lip, his body trapped in the blanket convulsed slightly, the gate of the embankment that had been blocked for a long time was opened, and the raging river flowed thousands of miles away.Physiological tears slowly overflowed from the slightly red corners of the eyes.

Song Tang stood outside Jiang Bailu's room door, the sharp doorbell rang long and loudly in the dark corridor, but no one came to answer the door.

Jiang Bailu raised his hand to wipe away the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and let out a low sigh of satisfaction from his lips. He turned over and lay down under the quilt, letting Cengo stretch out his fingers to stretch him.

Song Tang suppressed the outburst of anger, took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Bailu non-stop.

The soft and pleasant ringtone of the incoming call rang in the air, and Cengo threw the blanket over to isolate the endless noise from Jiang Bailu's phone under the thick blanket.The sound of vigorous thrusting filled the spacious bedroom.

The unanswered mechanical female voice still lingered in the air, and Song Tang smashed the phone in a rage.

An hour later, Jiang Bailu, who got dressed and returned to his room, called Song Tang back.

Song Tang answered the phone, rushed over with an unsuspecting expression, entered his room without looking up, stood with his back to him and threw the bait under the light, "Cen can help you with the little business you do at home." Yes, the Song family can help too."

Jiang Bailu's face was puzzled, and he only thought that the other party was funny, but he still took the words calmly: "What does Young Master Song want me to do?"

Song Tang's tone was gloomy, and he paused every word: "I want you to help me keep an eye on Cengo and find out the person who climbed into his bed."

Jiang Bailu was absent-minded, his eyes fell on the mirror by his side, and belatedly found that there was a purple-red hickey on his neck, which was exposed in the air.

Song Tang waited impatiently for a long time, and turned around in the daylight-bright light.

Jiang Bailu came back to his senses, and the moment before the other party's eyes swept over, he looked exhausted, raised his hand to press the side of the neck, squeezed it lazily, and agreed with a smile: "No problem."