Three smiles

Song Wenyuan's national treasure Song paintings sold for 2.8 million yuan, and instantly became a billionaire from a poor boy, but Kang Tianzhen was not as happy as Wang Sanxiao imagined.

In the evening, when the two were drinking at the bar, Kang Tianzhen was lying on the bar counter, dangling boredly with his two thin legs drooping under the high stool, and said in a muffled voice, "Smile, Song Wenyuan is not happy."

Wang Sanxiao was playing dice with a bartender, holding the dice cup with his slender hands and shaking it dozens of times quickly, then slammed it on the bar counter, looked up at the dice cup in the bartender's hand, with a twitch on the corner of his lips. A frivolous smile.

The bartender opposite was a sissy, she blinked her big eyeliner eyes, pouted her mouth, and whispered very charmingly: "Two fives."

"Four fives," Wang San smiled at him, and opened the dice cup with a smile, only to see that there were indeed two fives in the two dice cups.

"Yeah!" The bartender shouted happily, picked up the bottle and poured Wang Sanxiao a glass of spirits.

"I would like to admit defeat," Wang San laughed, picked up the wine glass and drank it clean in one gulp, then put down the glass, sparkles sparkled in both eyes.

Throwing the wine glass to the bartender, Wang Sanxiao turned to look at Kang Tianzhen with blurred eyes, raised his hand, teased his soft chin, and said with a smile: "It's his business if he is not happy, you just need to come here Drag him to bed when he's hot, and kick him away when he's done."

Kang Tianzhen frowned: "Xiaoxiao, you have a problem with your view of love. Although sex is very important to be with the person you like, what he attracts me is something more important than sex. Kicked away."

Wang San smiled reeking of alcohol, casually tore off the collar of his shirt, looked at him lazily with his head propped on one hand, and said with a smile: "It seems that you really like him from the bottom of your heart."

Kang Tianzhen looked at him in ecstasy, and suddenly found that this man who grew up with him was so good-looking. The bright crystal lamp on the bar reflected the brilliance in his bright peach eyes, and his thin lips were so red that they dripped blood. There was a languid smile in his corner, which made him think of a word for no reason——beautiful as peaches and plums.

Pooh!What are you thinking!Kang Tianzhen turned his eyes away abruptly, thinking that if Wang Sanxiao knew that he was comparing him to a peach or plum, he would be torn to pieces.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stare blankly for two seconds, then suddenly turned around, stared at Wang Sanxiao's neck for a long time, stretched out his hand thoughtlessly, and picked it.

Wang San laughed aloud, opened his hand, "Take your slut away, you dare to sexually harass me in broad daylight?"

Kang Tianzhen said, "I'll touch it to see if it's a mosquito bag."

Wang San smiled: "..."

"It's not a mosquito bag, it's a hickey!" Kang Tianzhen said happily, "Smile, you've been molested."

"Go away, uncle!" Wang San laughed and kicked him off the high stool.

Kang Tianzhen hugged his thigh and climbed up like a mangy dog, shouting happily: "Who molested you? Is it a man or a woman?"

Wang San smiled while holding the wine glass, and said angrily: "Shemale."

"Fuck, why do you have such a strong taste?" Kang Tianzhen climbed onto the high stool, pushed his glass to the bartender to pour, tilted his head to look at Wang Sanxiao's hostile face, and suddenly said seriously , "Smile, even if I find a human demon, you are still my good brother."

"..." Wang Sanxiao raised his head and poured a glass of strong wine into his mouth, and snorted softly, "Brother, you uncle, according to your seniority, you have to call me uncle!"

"Do you hate it?"

The two played in the bar until midnight, Kang Tianzhen was drunk, lying limply on the bar counter and moaning: "Let's go, Song Wenyuan will be worried about me if he is alone in the hotel."

"Let's go," Wang Sanxiao drank the last glass of wine, took his arm, and Kang Tianzhen lay on his shoulders, the two of them hooked their shoulders and walked out of the bar staggeringly.

Xiong Da was sitting in the front of the car smoking, jumped down when he saw this, and helped push the drunk Kang Tianzhen into the back seat of the car. Seeing Wang Sanxiao's drunken eyes, he said in a deep voice, "The second brother is going to buy anti-alcohol medicine, give it to Kang Shao Hello?"

"Don't worry about him," Wang San laughed as he got into the car, teasing Kang Tianzhen's chin, and said with a smile, "Let him have a headache."

Sending Kang Tianzhen to the hotel, Wang Sanxiao let Xiong Da drive the car to gallop on the street at midnight, the cool night wind blew on his face, blowing away the smell of alcohol little by little, he propped up the car window with one hand, Zhong slightly closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of speeding.

Kang Tianzhen's serious voice sounded in my ears: "He attracts me with something more important than sex..."

Something more important than sex... Wang Sanxiao spread out his hands, looking at the warm and delicate golden silk jade paperweight in his palm, after a long while, he suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

Xiong Da drove the car without squinting, as if he was just a robot without five senses.

Passing by a park, the street lights illuminated the lush grass, Wang Sanxiao raised his arms and threw the paperweight out of the window.

——Wei Cong, besides sex, do you have anything that I miss?

Back at the hotel, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning, Wang Sanxiao yawned, dragged his tired body out of the car, Xiong Da drove the car slowly towards the parking lot, suddenly saw a figure in the rearview mirror, kicked Step on the brakes and come to a sudden stop.

Wang Sanxiao chased after him, threw himself on the car window, and said nervously, "Go back the same way."

Xiong Da took a look at him and understood his meaning tacitly. The car went back the same way it came, and stopped beside the park. Wang Sanxiao jumped out of the car and ran into the grass, borrowing Looking for it in the dim light of the street lamp.

The grass is too big, and dozens of street lamps are exactly the same. He spun around, not remembering where he threw it. Footsteps came from behind him. Wang San smiled and turned his head, seeing the burly figure of Xiong The lamp came over, bent down beside a stone bench to pick it up, and handed it to him: "Is it this?"

The golden silk jade shines brightly under the street lamps, and the phoenix fluttering its wings seems to be alive. The heads of the phoenixes look back and are entangled with each other.

Wang Sanxiao took the paperweight, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's quite expensive, it's a pity to throw it away."

"En," Xiong Da responded briefly, and stopped talking.

Wang Sanxiao clutched the paperweight, turned around and walked to the car: "Go back to the hotel."

Xiong Da followed behind him calmly: "En."

There was no one else in the elevator in the early morning, Wang Sanxiao was lazily leaning on the handrail, his gaze swept across the bright mirror wall, and he was suddenly stunned - he saw his face was pale, his eyes were blood red, and he was as messed up as a ghost.

The elevator door opened, Wang Sanxiao raised his foot and walked out, but his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he saw Wei Cong leaning against the door of his room, playing with his mobile phone boredly, with one hand in his pocket, he raised his head when he heard the voice, with a smile on his face It flashed past, and then he frowned displeasedly: "Drinking? Playing in the bar until now?"

"No," Wang Sanxiao opened the door, casually put the gold silk jade on the shelf in the entrance, and dragged his tired body into the bathroom.

Wei Cong followed into the door, and when he heard the bathroom door was closed, he turned his head to look at the gold silk jade on the shelf, picked it up and weighed it, and suddenly found a little dirt in the creases that were not easy to clean, and couldn't help but be full of doubts.

Sitting at the head of the bed and turning on the lamp, carefully cleaned up all the dirt with paper towels, the bathroom door slammed, Wang Sanxiao came out with a towel tied around his waist, shaking his wet hair.

Wei Cong picked up a dry towel and covered his head with it, wiped him half dry, and asked with a smile, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Wang San smiled and poured a glass of ice water, drank it slowly, and said lightly: "No."

"I don't think it should be," Wei Cong said with a smile, "I heard that I went to the bar with Kang Tianzhen. I should be very happy to meet a good friend. He's not me, so you will be upset when you see it."

Wang Sanxiao couldn't help laughing: "You are quite self-aware."

"I have been able to get to where I am now in peace, because I have self-knowledge," Wei Cong hugged him from behind, tilted his head and kissed his side face, stroking his chest with one hand, and reaching in with the other. bath towel.

"Take your hands away," Wang San smiled coldly, "I don't want to do it."

"...Okay," Wei Cong let go, took a step back, sat on the bed, looked up at him, sighed for a while, and said in a low voice, "I paid 2.8 million for Song Wenyuan's ancient painting, are you happy? "

"Your money, his paintings, it's none of my business?" Wang San smiled without even looking at him, poured a glass of ice water into his stomach, turned around, leaned on the window sill to look at him, and suddenly clicked, "You Now I really feel very self-conscious, I come to my place after work, and I feel quite at ease when I rub the house."

Wei Cong joked with a smile: "Then if I pay the rent, won't it look like prostitution?"

Wang Sanxiao walked over, leaned over and pinched his chin, and chuckled lightly: "Is it me who prostituted you now?"

Wei Cong looked at him with a smile, and nodded slightly: "You might as well treat yourself as a little boy."

"Then I'm at a disadvantage." Wang San smiled, staring into his deep eyes, and sneered, "It makes me feel very insecure to keep such a nonsense little boy like you."

Wei Cong took his hand and sighed in a low voice, "You always don't believe me."

"Your credit history is too bad."

"I know that I can't be forgiven for that incident," Wei Cong said in a low voice, and he couldn't help but clenched his hand, hoarsely, "but I already know that I was wrong, and I want to try my best to make up for the harm I caused to you. Laugh, I could even die for you."

The figure that rushed towards him on the eve of the explosion flashed into his mind, Wang San smiled and closed his eyes, and said softly, "Ah Cong, I can die for you too."

Wei Cong's eyes lit up with joy: "Three smiles..."

Wang Sanxiao looked away, raised his hand, "Look."

Wei Cong lowered his head, only to see the two people interlocking their fingers.

Wang San smiled softly: "Wei Cong, I met Yang Lingxiu today, she is even more beautiful than in the photo."

Wei Cong's eyes narrowed suddenly, the smile on his face did not change, but his eyes suddenly became dark.