Teacher Meng wanted to hit someone after hearing this

The banquet officially ended after ten o'clock, and after Jiang Lang sent off those investors, he stayed at the end to leave.When he was leaving, he deliberately paid attention to Meng Yuan's box, it was already dark inside, and it seemed that he had already left.

He walked to the door of the hotel, pulled off his collar and took a few deep breaths. The cold wind poured in from the collar without slowness, sharp and piercing, and Jiang Lang's stimulated mind cleared up a bit.But tonight, he really drank a little too much. He felt that the current state was really not suitable for work. He didn't want to go to the bar, and he drank again; he couldn't go home in this state.After much deliberation, he could only go back to the Hongye community. It is past ten o'clock, and Meng Yuan should be asleep.

In fact, every time he went back in the early morning, he did it deliberately, and he hadn't figured out what attitude he should use to face Meng Yuan.Although there has been no contact between the two for more than a month, it is entirely possible to pretend that nothing happened before.But in the final analysis, this is self-deception after all, the window paper has been pierced, he can no longer treat Meng Yuan with the attitude of treating friends, and he is unwilling to return the house, so he just seems to be stuck like this.

Things have developed into what they are now, Jiang Lang doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, he would rather go all the way to the dark.He thought, isn't there another saying that when winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Tongyuan Hotel is not far from Hongye Community in the city center, so Jiang Lang chose to walk back directly.Colorful neon lights are lit everywhere on the street, and there is an endless stream of vehicles. The food street in the distance is at a time when business is booming, and the noise of noisy voices can be heard indistinctly, filling the late-night city.Jiang Lang walked slowly on the overpass alone, looking at the dimly lit place in the distance.

After getting off the elevator, Jiang Lang was still distracted.Unconsciously, he took out a bunch of keys, picked one out and opened the door - the room was brightly lit, as bright as day, and Jiang Lang and Meng Yuan who was sitting on the sofa met their eyes.

The air conditioner was turned on in the living room, and there was a gentle warm breeze blowing. Meng Yuan was only wearing a thin pajamas, and his eyes looked clear. He should not have been drinking, otherwise he would not be able to read the book.

There was a second or two of stagnation in the air.

"Not asleep yet?" Jiang Lang asked dryly.

Meng Yuan was also in a daze, apparently he did not expect Jiang Lang to come back so early today, he lit the book in his hand to the man standing by the entrance, and said: "...Go to bed after reading this. "

Jiang Lang nodded, turned around and closed the door, and then subconsciously went to the dining table to pour a glass of water when entering the room.He only took two steps and felt that it was better not to stay in the same space as Meng Yuan. He turned his feet and prepared to go directly to the bedroom——suddenly startled how could he be so cowardly, and walked boldly At the table, I poured myself a glass of water.

There was hot water in the kettle, and Jiang Lang poured it directly into the glass.He had just walked home from outside, and his body was not cold, but his hands were cold.He was scalded by the sudden contact with hot water, and his hands shook, but he reacted quickly and gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and calmly put the cup back on the table.

Meng Yuan was holding the book, but his eyes didn't see a single word when he entered Jianglang.He saw Jiang Lang take the kettle, and before he could remind him that it was boiling water, the other party poured it.As a result, as expected, from behind Jiang Lang's back, the sound of the glass being put back on the table was not soft or heavy.

Jiang Lang clicked his tongue, covered his palms, subconsciously turned to look at Meng Yuan, and his eyes met again.

Meng Yuan closed the book with a snap, not even caring about the fold marks, stood up, took the book, and fled back to the room.

Jiang Lang misinterpreted Meng Yuan's reaction. He leaned against the dining table, and the alcohol crept into his mind bit by bit, thinking: Are you just avoiding me like this?Don't even read the book?

Alright, then I will make you unable to read books at all!

Meng Yuan entered the house and leaned against the door, and heard the sound of his own heart beating wildly. He recalled the dream of the previous night, and almost wanted to kill his own heart.

He took a few deep breaths and put the book back on the table. The temperature of the air conditioner must be too high.He took the remote control on the table with one hand to turn off the air conditioner, and with the other hand, he unbuttoned his clothes a few times.

Meng Yuan threw away the remote control, went to the door and tapped twice to turn off the light, and was about to go straight to sleep and go to his/mother's Jianglang.

It was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, and he walked to the bedside and lay down based on his memory.

The room was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground. Meng Yuan closed his eyes tightly, but he could even hear Jiang Lang's footsteps in the living room outside.

After about 5 minutes of sound, Meng Yuan suddenly felt something strange...

He opened his eyes in the darkness, and saw a gleam of light coming through the crack of the door, and the sound coming from the living room at this time was clearly... yelling/bed.

It was definitely not Jiang Lang's voice, but, but, Meng Yuan didn't know how to describe his heart.He couldn't help getting out of bed again, and opened the bedroom door softly to check.

I saw a same-sex/love action movie from a certain country was playing on the 55-inch TV in the living room at this time. When Meng Yuan opened the door, there was a huge impact on the picture first, and the sound came through more clearly than before.

I saw a naked man kneeling on the floor, following the movement of another man behind him, he let out a long and sexy moan, which made people blush and heartbeat.

However, Young Master Jiang Bulang was not blushing at this time, and his heart was not beating. He was sitting in front of the TV with his back straight, serious as if he was watching some popular science documentary, although the reaction that should have been given below had already been given.

Within a few seconds, Meng Yuan overreacted and closed the door. He pressed against the door and couldn't help cursing, Jiang Lang, you're crazy.

But physical sensations can’t be deceiving. Even if Meng Yuan doesn’t want to hear it, after seeing the picture, he will only let the sound and the picture overlap directly, and then make some brain supplements appropriately, so that he can start happily... …start shit!

Meng Yuan opened the door again, intending to ask Jiang Lang to turn off this indecent thing quickly, or at least go back to his room to watch, what do you want to do so unscrupulously in the living room?

Jiang Lang really drank too much. On the way back from Tongyuan Hotel, he was blown by the cold wind all the way. Now that the warm wind stimulated him, his brain was too tired to think, and he completely obeyed his nature.

On his side, he was loudly playing something inappropriate for children on the TV, and heard the sound of Meng Yuan opening the door. He was overjoyed and felt that his scheme had succeeded.

The next second, he heard hurried footsteps behind him, and before he could react, a thick book fell on his shoulder from the side, and he turned to look at Meng Yuan.The other party was condescending and was frowning at him: "Can you keep a low profile?"

"Meng Yuan, we need to talk." Jiang Lang didn't answer Meng Yuan's words, and said to himself.

Meng Yuan didn't want to talk about it, at least not now.Jiang Lang obviously drank too much tonight, and now he is shamelessly tough, how can we talk about it, talk about it?

He picked up the remote control that fell on the carpet, closed his eyes and turned off the deadly TV, then dragged Jiang Lang into the bathroom of the room, roughly adjusted the hot water, and poured Jiang Lang directly over his head and face.

The hot water didn't wake Jiang Lang up, he grabbed Meng Yuan's waist and pressed him against the tiled wall in the bathroom.The cold tile touched the hot skin, and both of them were taken aback. The nozzle in Meng Yuan's hand fell to the ground, and the water splashed everywhere. Without hesitation, Jiang Lang approached Meng Yuan and directly blocked his lips, pushing his tongue away flexibly. Jaws, then find the other's tongue, suck/suck hard.

Meng Yuan was caught off guard, and was relieved of his strength by Jiang Lang's kiss, and the discordant content just now kept lingering in his mind, which made him feverish for a while, and slowly stretched out his arms to embrace Jiang Lang.

Jiang Lang became excited, knowing that Meng Yuan really had feelings for him.He slowed down the strength in his hands, further deepening the kiss.

The water in the bathroom was still flowing, and the whole space was shrouded in mist. Through the frosted glass, only two tall figures could be seen entangled together, inseparable.

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The next day, Jiang Lang was woken up by the phone call, he sat up abruptly, then felt something wrong and lowered his head to look at himself, he was naked and a little cold.His sharp mind is the effect of a hangover, and there are countless fragments of memory fragments in his mind. He can't connect them all for a while, so he can only put them aside for the time being.The phone was still ringing, so he picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was Zhang Wuyi calling, telling him to go get something.

Jiang Lang answered casually and hung up the phone, got out of bed and dug out clothes from the closet and put them on one by one.

When he was putting on the second sweater, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him was spinning. He fell down on the bed and put his hand on his forehead in a daze.

It seems to be burning a bit.

After two seconds, Jiang Lang suddenly gasped and lay down on the bed.

What the hell did he do last night!Openly put that film in the living room, and he still inexplicably and clearly remembers that the content is very unscrupulous, the kind that immediately ran ten laps after watching it.

So, he went to run laps later...?It was too hot to run, so I took off my clothes, so I caught a cold and had a fever?

Bah, God the fuck watched G/V go out to run laps.

Jiang Lang sat on the bed and continued to think hard.

Why did he do this, it seems to be because, because...Meng Yuan.

Remember the faucet gushing out like an unscrewed faucet, the bathroom, the stream, the mist, and, kisses.

There was a sudden knock on the bedroom door, Jiang Lang was startled, but he knew who it was in an instant, and said "Come in" quickly.

Meng Yuan came in with a glass of water, he stuffed the warm water glass into Jiang Lang's hand, and said with a blank expression:

"I want to apologize."