Three smiles

Wei Cong picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on one by one. His shirt was torn to pieces by Wang Sanxiao. His chest should have been wild and sexy, but Wang Sanxiao bit and pinched his chest. There are speckled traces left, it seems too much to ignore.

Wang Sanxiao lazily pointed to the wardrobe: "Find one for yourself."

Although Wang Sanxiao is a gay guy, he shamelessly has a straight man's aesthetics and doesn't care much about his appearance. Besides, he has been traveling all year round, and his luggage is naturally simple. At this time, there are two shirts hanging alone in the closet , a square, and a solid color, Wei Cong took out the white one and put it on, his chest was a little tight, showing two sensual chest muscles.

"Tsk, don't stretch me," Wang Sanxiao lay on the bed, enjoying the dressing show with great interest, and commented, "Your muscles are much better than before, you have put in a lot of effort. .”

"Your figure is also better," Wei Cong complimented politely.

"Of course." Wang Sanxiao turned over, leaned against the head of the bed, touched his abdominal muscles, and said triumphantly, "If it weren't for my body shape, I can't grow big by nature, I would be a strong man on the bed now."

Wei Cong imagined the strong man's version of Wang Sanxiao, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then I have to thank God very much."

"Hurry up and get the hell out of here," Wang San cursed with a smile.

"Get out now," Wei Cong slowly buttoned up the button, walked over, leaned over and kissed Wang Sanxiao's face, "I don't care how you define the relationship between us, I just say one thing," he grabbed Qi Wang Sanxiao put his hand on his chest and whispered, "You are here."

Feeling his strong heartbeat in the palm of his hand, Wang San smiled slightly. He raised his head, looked at him with a smile, and tapped his chest with his finger: "Mr. Wei, hearing is believing, seeing is believing."

"I'll let you see it," Wei Cong held up his finger, kissed him, turned and walked out of the room.

The door closed with a click, and Wang Sanxiao lay on his back on the empty big bed, suddenly felt that the air conditioner might be turned on too low, and the whole room became cold.

A night of carnival, no matter how strong his physical strength was, Wang Sanxiao got into bed and slept for [-] hours. He slept from one morning to another. When he woke up, he felt that there was no place from his back to his thighs. It doesn't hurt.

--old……

A terrible thought came to his mind. He lay on the bed with his eyes straight, trying to recall his reaction after the all-night carousing. It seemed that he had never been like this, with his back hurting so much that it was difficult to move.

The body that was about to stand was no longer active, he stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about the future in a daze: How many more years can he hate Wei Cong?

How many more years can I love him?

His stomach was growling, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day and two nights. He turned over with difficulty, grabbed the phone on the bedside table and asked the customer service to deliver the meal, then took out the phone, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was still a Called Zheng Xiaohu.

"Hey, Brother Xiao!" Zheng Xiaohu's surprised voice sounded, "You finally called me, I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore."

Wang Sanxiao was sleepy and dazed, and it took him a long time to realize that this kid was molesting him the day before, but... a gentle man, a gentleman, a scholar like himself, who is so handsome and refined, can attract gays It's normal to like it, so he said magnanimously: "Why, you are the little tiger I admire very much."

The little tiger who got the candied dates immediately said: "Brother Xiao, where are you? Why haven't you contacted me all day?"

"Still in the hotel, too tired, slept all day and all night."

"Then I'll go look for you."

When Zheng Xiaohu arrived at the hotel, the customer service had just delivered the food, stewed dried shrimps with winter melon, three fresh tofu and a plate of stir-fried broccoli. Wang Sanxiao really wanted to eat all three dishes, but Zheng Xiaohu was more or less a guest, so he had to Give him a pair of chopsticks: "Come, let's eat together."

"I didn't expect your taste to be so bland." Zheng Xiaohu picked up the bowl, and just about to set down his chopsticks, he saw that Wang Sanxiao had already wolfed down half of it, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Wang Sanxiao picked up the rice, thinking that you think I don't want to eat spicy food?It's just that the current hardware does not allow it. I have to watch the dishes.

No matter how hard Zheng Xiaohu poked his eyes, he could see that Wang Sanxiao seemed to be reincarnated from starvation, eating with chopsticks, or not eating, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Wang Sanxiao picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, not forgetting to exchange some pleasantries: "Eat, this fried broccoli is very good."

"I, I... I don't like broccoli," Zheng Xiaohu was reluctant to eat, poured some tea into the rice, stirred it with chopsticks, swallowed it carelessly, and put down the bowl, "I'm full."

"At a young age, it's okay to be a picky eater, and the appetite is too small," Wang San smiled when he heard that he stopped eating, and immediately pulled all three dishes in front of him, randomly poured them into the rice, and stirred them like a big bowl Like pig food, he fucked up like a wind, and then hiccupped in the sky, feeling like he was resurrected full of blood and blue.

Just as Zheng Xiaohu was about to laugh, he suddenly noticed a red mark on his neck with sharp eyes, and his smile froze on his face. He is not a baby, so he immediately thought of what Wang Sanxiao did in a day and two nights, and he understood Why is he as hungry as a dog? That is the sequelae of heavy physical labor. He has to make up for every drop of semen and ten drops of blood.

Wang Sanxiao didn't realize it, he had just had a full meal and felt his whole body was full of strength, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, looked to the opposite side, and said with a smile: "What are your plans for the future?"

Zheng Xiaohu looked up at him in a daze, and suddenly asked without thinking: "Is it that person?"

"What... oh, you said him," Wang Sanxiao readily admitted, "Yeah, I haven't done it for several years, and it feels pretty good. That pattern... tsk! It's a bit cool."

Realizing what he was saying, Zheng Xiaohu's heart was ashamed in an instant. He grabbed his hand and asked with difficulty: "You... you, you and him, are you reconciled?"

Wang San smiled and thought for a while, with an unfathomable expression on his face: "We have reconciled in a strategic sense." Zheng Xiaohu was taken aback: "What?"

"It's friends with benefits," Wang San smiled, "only make love, not talk about love."

Zheng Xiaohu looked at him in surprise: "No, you are not such a person."

Wang San withdrew his hand with a smile, looked at his beautiful apricot eyes, and said with a faint smile: "At least it is like this for now."

"You..." Zheng Xiaohu asked hesitantly, "Do you still like him?"

"Well," Wang San nodded expressionlessly with a smile on his face, but he thought in his heart: He has done something that I'm sorry for, but I still love him. This kind of thing is like oral sex. It's a one-sided enjoyment. Cheap him.

He stayed in Zaozhuang for three days, resting in bed most of the time. By the way, he told Zheng Xiaohu some collection stories. The monsters and goblins in the village have eaten all the scum left, so Wang Sanxiao must cheer up and pass on some basic knowledge in the antique business.

Three days later, Wang Sanxiao got on the plane and flew directly to Karamay. He slowly found his seat in the cabin, and when he was about to sit down, he suddenly froze when he saw the people next to him.

Wei Cong flipped over a page of the newspaper, glanced at the people around him from the corner of the eye, paused, his face was filled with surprise, as if he just saw Wang San smiled, and said with a smile: "When I woke up in the morning, I received a WeChat message from Xixi, saying I went to the morning market and bought a small red sandalwood screen with Suzhou embroidery, and I thought it was a good omen, but I didn’t expect to meet you, what a coincidence.”

Wang Sanxiao smiled slightly, thinking that it's a coincidence that you have the ability to tell me again with a conscience!He stretched out his hand to a stewardess, and asked with a smile, "Beauty, where is the destination of this flight?"

The stewardess smiled, and said with a voice as crisp and mellow as an oriole: "Hi passenger, this flight is flying to Karamay, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Thank you," Wang San nodded with a smile, turned to look at Wei Cong, and sighed, "I really have to admire the Wei family, the business has gone to Karamay."

"Ashamed, ashamed," Wei Cong smiled modestly, pointing to the seat next to him, "Third Young Master, you are welcome, please sit down."

Wang San smiled and sat down, Wei Cong stretched out his hand to grab his wrist: "Are you okay?"

"What do you mean?"

People were coming and going in the cabin, Wei Cong took his hand and held it in the palm of his hand to play with, leaned slightly, and whispered softly against his ear: "Your body, I'm worried about your discomfort."

Wang Sanxiao let him hold his hand, and said with a loud smile, "Thank you, Mr. Wei for your concern. Although Mr. Wei is fierce, compared to others, he is still gentle, but please don't worry."

Wei Cong frowned: "Anyone else?"

Wang San smiled and nodded: "Others."

Wei Cong looked straight into his indifferent eyes, and said in a low voice, "There will be no one else in the future."

"Have you taken drugs?" Wang Sanxiao asked suddenly.

Wei Cong was taken aback.

Wang San laughed sneeringly: "Then why did you have hallucinations?"

Wei Cong: "..."

The plane landed at Karamay Airport, Wang Sanxiao put on his sunglasses, strode out of the airport, and asked Xiong Er, "Is the exhibition today or tomorrow?"

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning," Wei Cong's voice sounded from behind.

Wang San smiled back and saw Wei Cong strolling towards him, and smiled as he walked, "I didn't expect our itineraries to overlap, as expected, we answered the words of the third young master—Where can we not meet in the end of the world?"

"Unfortunately," Wang Sanxiao and Wei Cong walked side by side, coolly said, "Even if we meet again, we can't keep them."

Wei Cong looked at his familiar eyebrows and said softly, "I just want to ask you, is there any love when we meet again?"

"How can it be ruthless to be affectionate?"

An off-road jeep drove over, and the windows were lowered, revealing Xiong Da's face wearing sunglasses: "Third Young Master, the hotel has been booked, let's go and have a rest."

Xiong Er stepped forward to open the car door, and the air-conditioning in the carriage blew out, blowing away the scorching heat outside. Wang Sanxiao got into the car, looked back at the lonely Wei Cong, and asked in surprise, "Why does Mr. Wei even have an assistant?" Did not bring?"

"Private trip," Wei Cong smiled, his eyes fell on his spacious seat, eyes full of silent longing.

Wang San smiled and nodded: "Since it's a private matter, it's inconvenient for Wang to disturb you."

"...Hey," Wei Cong was about to speak, when there was a slam, the car door was slammed shut in front of his eyes, the dark green off-road vehicle sped up and sped away, as if he was afraid that he would climb up on it.

Wang Sanxiao leaned comfortably on the backrest, looked at Wei Cong who was getting further and further away from the rearview mirror, and sneered: "I'm telling you to pretend!"