If you can't play bad, you will be suppressed

Ding Yiluo was holding his mobile phone and drawing circles on the ground alone with his head down. In the end, the dazed Zhang Chao couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over and poked him on the shoulder, "Hey, what's wrong with you? How can you be so sad in such a happy atmosphere?"

"Zhang Chao... woo woo woo... woo woo..." Ding Yiluo desperately grabbed Zhang Chao's designer shirt and touched his face, the disgusted Zhang Chao kept pushing his head.

"...Really, does it really matter? Ding Yiluo has become like that..." Lan Yiluo, who was held in Mo Ling's arms, looked anxiously at Ding Yiluo, who caught Zhang Chao's mischief, and suddenly got up, " I'll go and help them."

"What are you going to do? He's like that when he's drunk." Mo Ling didn't take it seriously, pulled Lan Yi back into his arms, pinched his small sharp chin, "How many times have I said, stay away from Ding Yiluo."

"But..." Lan Yi glanced hesitantly at the two who had already rolled on the ground.

"No but..." Mo Ling seemed to be punishing him for his inattention. With a slight force in his hand, his tender chin immediately turned red, "Did you hear that?"

Lan Yi shrank his neck and wanted to break free from Mo Ling's grasp, but was squeezed even tighter. The other hand dishonestly slipped into the hem of his clothes, stroking his belly back and forth restlessly, afraid of being caught. When others found out, Lan Yi trembled in shame, but she was afraid of being discovered by other students, so she didn't dare to resist vigorously.

Suddenly a black shadow rushed over, and after regaining consciousness, Ding Yiluo was half lying on Mo Ling's long legs, using Mo Ling's legs as a toilet, with one hand on his legs, separating his two legs. Legs vomited.

Everyone immediately spread to the side, afraid that they would be the next one to be hurt. Thanks to Tuoding and Luo, Lan Yi also escaped from Mo Ling's wolf claws, and had no time to care about Mo Ling who was already hesitating slightly on his facial nerves. He also hurriedly patted Ding Yiluo on the back thoughtfully.

Sitting stiffly, Mo Ling lowered his head slowly, looking at the vomit stained on his pants and shoes, he was already trembling with anger, the anger that wanted to destroy everything shocked everyone and hid far away , except Lan Yi, who is unresponsive, and Ding Yiluo, who is already drunk and has no will to crisis.

Ding Yiluo, who enjoyed vomiting, touched his mouth, tilted his head to one side, and yelled dryly while holding Hei Yao's cell phone message box.

Mo Ling and Lan Yi managed to get Ding Yiluo, who was drunk like mud, into the nearest hotel, and he was almost exhausted from the noise.

Mo Lingzai, who was exuding a stench all over his body, couldn't bear it any longer. He threw Ding Yiluo, who was also dirty, to Lan Yihou's care, and then plunged into the bathroom of the hotel.

Ding Yiluo, who was thrown on the bed, finally became a little quieter. Even Lan Yi helped him take off his dirty shirt. Looking at the voicemail box, he said repeatedly, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"It wasn't like this the last two times, why are you suddenly so indifferent to others?"

"I'm in room xx of xx hotel, I want to see you..." or something like that.

Numerous phone calls left messages to harass but to no avail. The drunk Ding Yiluo was confused and lonely. He only felt that Hei Yao was too uninteresting. Let's not talk about other things. People who can be attacked, accepted, and smeared, where can I find them? too bad...

"Ding, Ding Yiluo, what's the matter with you...don't cry..." Seeing Ding Yiluo holding his phone and starting to cry, Lan Yi obviously panicked, and at a loss, he grabbed his clothes and wiped his tears .

Looking up at Lan Yi's cute face wrinkled together because of anxiety, Ding Yiluo expressed his gratitude with a strong nasal voice, "Little rabbit, only...you are the best to me..."

While talking, he pulled the thin and thin Lan Yi down on the bed with a flirtatious hand, and did not forget to poke on the little face that turned red at that moment, and then laughed foolishly, "Why don't we try it, I used to ...Hi...I used to like you like this..."

Lan Yi, who was firmly pressed down on the bed, panicked, pushing Ding Yiluo's body that was about to be pressed down again, almost crying out of fright.

"What are you doing again!" Mo Ling, who had just finished a shower, saw such a scene as soon as he came out of the bathroom door. If his eyes could breathe fire, Ding Yiluo would have already put the ashes in the urn.

It's a pity that the fox who wants to eat meat is not so easy to deal with, relying on Mo Ling will not be cruel to him, no matter how much Mo Ling drags behind him, he just keeps pulling Lan Yi's miserable shirt. Ken let go, and the three of them rolled into a ball on the bed for a while, the situation was quite tragic.

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and the three of them looked at the door in unison like a freeze frame.

And the situation on the bed at this moment is like this, Lan Yizheng is in a mess, being pressed down by Ding Yiluo, who is half naked from the upper body, and Ding Yiluo is still pulling Lan Yi's half-open shirt in his hand, behind him Mo Mo who just came out of the bathroom Only a bath towel was wrapped around Ling's lower body, half-kneeling on the bed, holding the belt of Ding Yiluo's jeans with one hand, and Lan Yi's arm with the other.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like erosive beauties messing around in a 3P scene.

I saw the surprised and pink waitress, holding the key card to open the door in one hand, and tremblingly touching the mobile phone in the pocket with the other, behind him stood the expressionless Hei Yao.

I just felt a big hand grabbing my shoulder, and after the waitress spun around, all she faced was the tightly closed door.

The tall, handsome and very manly man behind him also flashed into the room.

Sitting halfway at the door, listening to the indistinct screams and groans coming from the room... The waitress held her nosebleed from excitement, took out her mobile phone with a trembling hand, and silently logged into "Rotten Girl" Bar"……

At the same time, the three people on the bed seemed to have thawed out, Mo Ling backed away with a dark face, Lan Yi also blushed and struggled to get out from under Ding Yiluo.

Only Ding Yiluo glanced blankly at Hei Yao who was approaching, then turned back blankly, continued to focus on the movement of unpacking his clothes, cursing, "Fuck! I'm fucking hallucinating! "

Three black lines on everyone's forehead...

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"What's so great about Hei Yao! Wang Xiaoer, who buys tea eggs in the village, is even more handsome than him!"

Crows flew over everyone's heads...

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"Isn't it just the excitement on the bed! I can find a donkey to beat him!"

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"Don't answer my phone! I wish him AIDS! Syphilis! Appendicitis!"

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Behind Hei Yao exuded a devil's aura, even Mo Ling couldn't help but shiver.

Still wanting to speak again, Ding Yiluo only felt a pain in the back of his strength, so he didn't know anything...

When Ding Yiluo woke up, he had a headache and brain fever, the bed under him was not the same as before, and there was a strange and pleasant smell in the bedding, he opened his eyes hesitantly, and the surroundings were completely strange, the gorgeous black classical style room, It looks like a high-quality window display, and the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows is surprisingly good on the bed.

Standing up, rubbing his swollen head, the heavy solid wood door was opened, and Hei Yao walked in wearing a dark blue silk pajamas, the crazy glances from last night immediately poured into his forehead like a movie, Ding Yiluo stiffened his body and slowly moved his eyes away from Hei Yao, searching the things in the room, looking for a weapon that could knock him out instantly, he didn't want to face everything last night...

"Are you awake?" Hei Yao had already walked to the bedside at some point, "Aren't you crazy about drinking?"

"...um..." Feeling ashamed to see him, Ding Yiluo lowered his disheveled head and answered lazily. As if he suddenly remembered something, he suddenly pulled away the quilt that was still covering his lower body, "You... ...You actually..." Ding Yiluo raised his head to look at Hei Yao, the circles of his eyes were red, and he glared affectionately at him with his tender and angry eyes, "You actually...did nothing..." A handsome face Wrinkled together because of sullenness, they looked extremely aggrieved, "Why didn't you do anything, you said it! You said it!"

Hei Yao was completely too lazy to think about the logic of this man's thinking, "Don't call me in the future."

"What did you say?" Ding Yiluo's voice immediately rose, his expression changed and he looked at Hei Yao in disbelief, "Hey, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that we should not meet again in the future." Hei Yao remained expressionless, speaking in a voice that would seduce any woman, "I'm very annoyed by you."

His heart felt as if it had been scorched by a hot iron, and green smoke came out with a "puff", and he covered his chest with both hands in surprise, Ding Yiluo couldn't help thinking, could this be a feeling of heartache?

Hei Yao ignored Ding Yiluo's weird movements, turned around and was about to leave, but Ding Yiluo quickly jumped up, hugged his waist and refused to let go, gritted his teeth, "I don't, I don't!"

Eye sockets were a little wet, and as he pressed his face against Hei Yao's back, Ding Yiluo said in a muffled voice, "I, I like you."

The tall body seemed to pause, grabbed his wrist and easily twisted it away. Hei Yao turned around and threw Ding Yiluo back on the bed. He actually smiled, staring at him on the bed with deep eyes, "Like it? You guys?" These rich kids know what liking is? In fact, they are looking for some kind of excitement." Hei Yao slowly bent down and pressed Ding Yiluo, exuding a fierce warning aura, he grabbed his hair and forced him to come up. Gao raised his head, "I warn you, I am very dangerous."

The head was fixed so that he couldn't move, Hei Yao's hand was so strong that his scalp seemed to be ripped off, the corners of Ding Yiluo's mouth rose slightly, as if he couldn't feel the pain.