Hiding from your predecessor

Just when Han Yichuan's mind was filled with all kinds of images of the Eighteen Bans, he licked his lips and walked to table 27, took out his gay Zi, and wanted to say hello to Di Nan from a distance, but he was stopped by a man.

The man walked to his right front, Han Yichuan cast a glance over him, he was quite attractive, but it was an attack.

Before the man could strike up a conversation, Han Yichuan turned his head and waved at the man: "No appointment, no appointment, we won't."

It was a long time later that Han Yichuan realized a truth—never underestimate the strength of a Brain Budi.

The man who stopped him looked at his waving hands, then at the condom stuck between his fingers, and suddenly felt that Han Yichuan was cute, yes, cute.

His attention was not on Han Yichuan's swaying movements, but keenly followed the shaking of the purple condom in Han Yichuan's hand, and he saw clearly the words on the purple package under the shaking light—durex supreme long-lasting series, Share the excitement and enjoy it longer.

Is this suggestive action really expressing the concept of "no appointment"?

Why don't you ask him to hold a condom in front of his eyes to "share the excitement and have a longer pleasure"?

Obviously I just want to make an appointment, so I'm too embarrassed to say it.

Also, there are some men who claim to be pure ones who feel ashamed when they are treated for the first time, so they use this method to hint. What a smart and awkward fried chicken shop owner.

Looking at Han Yichuan's face at a closer distance, the tall and brain-buying emperor man felt more and more satisfied. He liked this kind of double plug that was a bit awkward when he said nothing but refused.

So when Han Yichuan naively thought that the man would walk away sensibly, the man instead hooked his shoulders and forcefully led him to the stairs.

To deal with this awkward feeling, one should be stronger!

Han Yichuan's face was full of confusion. This man was so strong that he couldn't break free.

What's the situation!Didn't I say no to a date!

"Hey!" Han Yichuan opened his eyes wide and turned his head to look at the man who was talking to himself, trying to break free from his grip. The moment he turned his head, a white top light flashed across the back of his head at the same time, passing the tall man beside him. A man, it can be seen that the guest sitting on the sofa at table 27 looks like a Greek sculpture in profile.

In just a moment, Han Yichuan's throat was as dry and dry as if a ball of cotton had been inserted into it, and he could no longer utter a sound.

His mind was blank, as if all his strength had been taken out of his body, his right hand, which was still swinging just now, was swaying limply by his side, and the keepsake between his two fingers also slipped down, making a soft sound, and was shaken by the dance floor again. music cover.

Han Yichuan was dragged away by the man beside him in a daze, and staggered heavily on the token. The purple outer packaging was stained with gray stains from the soles of the shoes, and was crushed by the heels on the dark and dull ground.It was like Han Yichuan's disturbed mood at this moment, unable to find any luster.

Like a puppet, he was held by the waist of a man and went down to the first floor. It was only then that he regained his heartbeat. He grabbed the man beside him in horror and asked, "Did he see me? He didn't see me, did he?"

"Who?"

"The man at table 27!" Han Yichuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Under normal lighting, Han Yichuan's blood-stained lips could be clearly distinguished.

The tall man looked at Han Yichuan strangely, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "No, you are against the light, he must not be able to see clearly."

Han Yichuan sighed with relief, stretched his right hand, and pressed his temple hard with his thumb and index finger.

Great, he didn't see it, he didn't see it.

"Who is that man? Do you know him?" The tall man pulled Han Yichuan's hand and asked while taking him to the bar.

Han Yichuan tried his best to make the corners of his mouth not so stiff: "Yes, I put a cuckold on him, and he doesn't want to kill me all the time."

This obviously joking tone made the tall man laugh out loud: "Cuckold?"

"Yeah, I fucked his boyfriend, in the apartment he gave him and his boyfriend a new place."

The tall man followed Han Yichuan's words and replied, "If I were him, I would probably want to kill you too."

Han Yichuan shrugged and followed the tall man out of the bar. When the man pulled him to go to the love hotel next door, Han Yichuan cleverly avoided: "I'm not in the mood today, let's make an appointment next time."

Unexpectedly, the man stopped entanglement, and left without even asking for Han Yichuan's phone number.

Looking back at the plain facade of the bar, and then raising his head to see the windows on the second floor that were tightly covered by curtains, only occasionally revealing one or two beams of light, Han Yichuan laughed at himself, what was he looking at?Seeing through is just a piece of glass and a curtain.

The man he had remembered for six years and couldn't forget was there, but he couldn't muster up the courage to meet him.

That's right, the man who often appeared in his midnight dreams even after breaking up for six years was sitting at table 27 in the bar.

The moment he saw that side face, Han Yichuan shouted his name in his heart, and he would never get it wrong, even if this scene was fake like a dream.He didn't know why his predecessor, who was supposed to be in France, appeared in this bar thousands of miles away, only three meters away from him, just next to the table 26 he had agreed with Di Nan, but he was 100% sure, that The profile belonged to the man who haunted him—his ex, Dean.

He felt that he should have guessed something, but he also felt that it was ridiculous. Dean was Di Nan?They have similar eyebrows, similar hand shapes, and similar voices. Except that Dean didn't speak Chinese six years ago, everything seemed right.

but why?

If Di An is Di Nan, he came all the way to Shanghai to play a broken game called "Royal Immortal", marry a bitch named Pure Blood Fox, and have a one-night stand with him after marriage?

Which country's joke is this?

Shaking his head to shake off the doubts in his heart, these should not be what he thought, because he and Dean had already broken up.

For six full years, after time has passed, for Dean, the feelings that should have been smoothed out have already been smoothed out, not to mention that Dean hated him so much back then.

But as he walked, the more he suppressed, the more disturbed he became.The scenes of the scenes they used to get along finally exploded after being suppressed, flooding my mind.

He remembered that they played pranks on each other, and he liked to exchange pure lemon juice for Dean's drinking water when Dean was not paying attention, and was caught by Dean who looked annoyed, mouth to mouth those sour toothless lemon juice to him Fill your mouth.

They record a video together, and often the only word in the video is I love you.

They travel together, entangled on uninhabited shores.

They spent many wonderful days together, and at the end, when he walked out of Dean's apartment with his suitcase, he heard Dean say, "I don't want to see you again." And he humbly pleaded: "I will never Will appear in front of you, just please don't deprive me of the right to send you messages."

Dean smiled mockingly, the last promise between the two of them.

After that, Han Yichuan came to China, the hometown of his grandmother.

Han Yichuan laughed hoarsely, every time he recalled, he would consume a lot of heat. Walking on the street, he suddenly felt that the breeze blowing in the June night in the south of the Yangtze River was bitingly cold.

And he didn't know that his figure standing alone under the street lamp looked cooler than the cool breeze under the night.

It was so cold that the tall man went back and forth and took him into the hotel.

Han Yichuan walked into the cheap standard room with this stranger with a self-defeating mentality.

He felt that the man did things inexplicably, but at least one sentence was right, venting would make him feel better, whether it was talking or making love.

"Shall we start?" The tall man asked hesitantly looking at Han Yichuan who was listless.

Han Yichuan's smile was still stiff, but at least it was much more natural than when he just left the bar. He raised his voice and replied, "Okay. Are you going to take it off yourself, or should I take it off for you?"

At this time, there was a person in the bar whose face was not prettier than Han Yichuan's. He was the guest sitting at table 27, Han Yichuan's predecessor, Dean.

He was holding an unopened condom in his hand, and when he looked carefully, he could still see the dust that had been crushed by the heel of his shoes. The guest's expression, as if he was going to stare at the plastic wrap, was as cold as an Antarctic glacier.

The guests at table 26 behind him came up to him and stopped, saying: "Do you believe it now? He said he will never appear in front of you again, that is, he will never see you again."

Dean glared, gathered up the condom in his hand, stuffed it into his pants pocket, and pushed the person in front of him away.

"where are you going?"

Dean: "Go find him."

"I advise you not to, he finally settled down here, if you do too much, I'm sure he will disappear in Shanghai in the next second." The man said unhurriedly, "China is so big, Where do you go to find him then? Or he feels that China is not safe and flies directly abroad, which country do you want to go to find him?"

"I can send a text message to ask him where he is." Dean replied with an ugly face, "Or if you have a good relationship with him, you can ask him for me."

"Only three of his ten sentences are true. Would you believe him if he said he was in Italy?"

Dean fell back to the sofa dejectedly and said nothing.

And the man next to him said in a teasing tone: "Obviously you understand these principles, and you made the plan, why were you so impulsive just now?"

Dean still didn't speak.

"Is it because of his running back, or because of the man's hand around his waist?"

"Enough!" Dean shouted impatiently, distractedly pushed away the people in front of him, and ran out of the bar.

Under that person's reminder, he couldn't help but think of the man's palm around Han Yichuan's waist and then moved to his buttocks, but Han Yichuan didn't resist at all.

Are they going to open a house?Is there any way he can stop it?He wants to stop them.

But the street in front of the bar was deserted, and there was no sign of Han Yichuan at all.

Dean shook his head trying to calm himself down. If they really went to open a room, maybe they would choose a hotel that was closer, and there were three hotels closest to here, maybe he could go there and ask...