Three smiles

Coming out of Wei's house, Wang Sanxiao sat lazily in the car with his eyes closed and rested, secretly sorting out the context of the whole thing, thinking from the antiques that Kang Tianzhen could get to the probability of Old Wei's brain twitch, thinking in his heart The possibility of Song Kang and Song Kang's successful transaction with Wei Lao tomorrow, after a while, I found that with Wei Lao's urine, this possibility is probably zero.

He opened his eyes in displeasure: "Mr. Wei, it's impolite to stare at others."

"You are not someone else."

"Look at what you said," Wang San smiled and gave him a sideways glance, "I'm not someone else, am I my own?"

Wei Cong stared at him intently: "You are with me, you have always been on your own."

"Hahaha," Wang San laughed loudly, "Boss Wei is such a wonderful person, he speaks sweet words as soon as he opens his mouth, if I don't have some self-knowledge, I will believe it."

Wei Cong's eyes flickered, downcast, his long eyelashes concealing the pain inside.

Wang San smiled enough, so he didn't continue to taunt, and happily changed the subject: "Tomorrow Kang Tianzhen and Song Wenyuan will come by the first flight in the morning. How sure are you that you can persuade your father to sell paintings?"

Wei Cong thought for a while, then sighed: "San Xiao, you know what kind of character my father is. It's too difficult to ask him to sell paintings, especially this "Moonlight Night on the Spring River."

Wang Sanxiao also knew that the old man was arrogant and conceited and valued antiques more than his son, so he nodded and didn't bother Wei Cong: "Forget it then, oh, yes, I need a car tonight, you Lend me the car."

Wei Cong frowned, and glanced at his watch: "It's already nine o'clock, where do you want to go, I'll take you there."

"Love to borrow or not," Wang Sanxiao looked down at the phone, and said calmly, "Where do I go?"

Having said that, it would be too embarrassing not to borrow it, Wei Cong immediately called the driver to pick him up, and when he took Wang Sanxiao to the entrance of his hotel, the driver drove over in another car, Wang Sanxiao didn't get out of the car at all, put Wei Cong down, kicked the accelerator, and walked away.

Wei Cong turned his head, watching the shadow of the car disappear into the night, his eyes darkened suddenly.He stood there in a daze for a while, then turned around, strolled back into the car, and said to the driver in a deep voice, "Look at that car, I want to know where he went."

Wang Sanxiao went to a bar near Gongti. He usually has few desires and few gay friends, so he seldom comes to the gay bar for entertainment. The outside of the bar is very quiet, and the music is deafening after entering the door. Wang Sanxiao bowed his head After smoking a cigarette, he dialed the phone: "Where is it? I'm at the door."

A few seconds later, a bright smiling face appeared in front of him. Zheng Xiaohu was wearing a hip-hop hat and a pair of cropped jeans, showing his beautiful ankles. He hugged Wang San excitedly and smiled: "Long time no see." , Brother Xiao, where do you get rich?"

"I've made a fortune all over the world," Wang Sanxiao snorted unhappily, pushed him away, looked him up and down, and found that the child's attire was finally on the normal line. To be honest, based on his original impression, he was really very happy. Worried about seeing a local tyrant with a big gold chain and fur wearing a dialect.

"Come here, I'll buy you a drink," Zheng Xiaohu carried him through the crowd, the bar was overcrowded on weekends, there were no seats on the first and second floors, the two went to the billiard room on the third floor, the music was not so loud, Zheng Xiaohu snapped his fingers at the waiter, "What the hell... Ma Daddy, let's do a dozen!"

The waiter was taken aback: "What?"

"A bottle of Martell, thank you," Wang San smiled and dismissed the waiter, picked up the cue, looked at Zheng Xiaohu, and said with a smile, "It seems that the business has been good recently."

Zheng Xiaohu slapped the table excitedly: "It's not only good, it's a lot of money, my good brother! The one I love the most in this world now, besides Grandpa Mao, is you, no, you are my Mao!" grandfather……"

"Fart!" Wang San laughed and cursed angrily. The caddy set up the billiard balls. He lowered his body and pulled the bar forcefully with his right hand. With a bang, the table was full of flowers.

Zheng Xiaohu leaned against the table with his cue in his arms and chattered: "The last time you and I collected the scraps in the village, I went back and wiped and washed them, and went to Panjiayuan to set up a street stall. , Guess what? Three months, the net profit."

Wang Sanxiao hit four balls in a row and went into the hole slowly, raised the rod and changed the direction, turned his head to look at the four fingers he gestured, and nodded: "Although those little gadgets are inconspicuous, 4 yuan is about the same. .”

"Forty thousand?" Zheng Xiaohu laughed loudly, leaned close to Wang Sanxiao's ear, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "It's four! One hundred! Ten thousand!!!"

"!!!" Wang Sanxiao took a breath of air, shook his hands, and the cue slid past the cue ball. He straightened up and carefully recalled the things he received. Clearly know that there is nothing particularly valuable.

"Are you cheating?"

Zheng Xiaohu is a man without a city, and he can't hide his words in his stomach. When he saw his surprise, he immediately said it excitedly and furtively: "Who are you? They are all national treasures, 400 million yuan, and they are all round."

"..." Wang San smiled at him with complicated eyes, thinking how could I never meet such a stick?

Zheng Xiaohu lay on the table and scored three goals in one breath. For some reason, he grinned happily and showed a pair of small canine teeth: "That mallet is really cool."

Wang Sanxiao was very envious. He felt that he also needed to meet a handsome and good-looking rich man. It was too tiring to deal with smart people all the time.

The two played five rounds in a row, walked to the side sofa to sit and rest, Zheng Xiaohu picked up the wine glass and touched Wang Sanxiao's glass, raised his head as if drinking beer, and poured it upside down boldly, "Brother Xiao, you are my nobleman, great nobleman, I will share half of this money with you."

"That's not necessary."

"No, no, I must give it." Zheng Xiaohu's eyes sparkled, "I have half of the military medal, and your other half."

"Fuck you, who the hell is half and half with you?" Wang San laughed loudly, "You only need to pay for my palm eye." He raised his glass, "It's already here."

Zheng Xiaohu is a good boy who drinks water and thinks about the source. He took Wang Sanxiao's hand and said stubbornly: "No, this wine is for you to drink, and one yard is worth one yard!"

Wang San smiled and shook the wine glass, the clear liquid was shining under the light, he said with a smile: "If you must give money, why don't you buy me two more glasses of wine, I don't want to get drunk tonight .”

"No problem!" Zheng Xiaohu patted his chest, "Waiter, just have this wine, give me a dozen!"

The two drank three bottles of foreign wine, Zheng Xiaohu was so drunk that his cheeks were flushed, he lay on the table and managed to send a shot, the cue ball wobbled so badly that he didn't even touch a single hair, he laughed loudly, turned around and leaned against the edge of the table, looking at Wang San smiled.

I saw Wang Sanxiao lowered his upper body, looked up at the cue ball, his peach blossom eyes were stained with alcohol, and the stars were as bright as the surface of a lake on a moonlit night.

Zheng Xiaohu's eyes fell on his legs, and he found that Wang Sanxiao's legs were straight and slender, and his buttocks were firm and round, wrapped in suit trousers, not revealing anything, extremely sexy, infinitely fascinating.

Wang San smiled with drunkenness in his eyes, but his movements were still steady. He scored a ball neatly, raised the cue to change the direction, and just as he leaned over, suddenly a fiery body pressed against him.

Tilting his head in surprise, he met Zheng Xiaohu's shining eyes: "Get out of the way."

Zheng Xiaohu held his club: "No."

Wang San smiled and snorted: "Are your kids looking for?"

"You're not willing to beat me up," Zheng Xiaohu approached with a playful smile, and muttered softly, "Brother Xiao, you're so handsome, if I could sleep with you, death would be worth it."

Wang San smiled and lifted his chin, and asked with a smile: "Pure sleep?"

"You can sleep however you want," Zheng Xiaohu looked into his eyes blankly, thinking that even if he didn't do anything, just hugging and sleeping would be refreshing.

Wang Sanxiao let go of the club, turned around and pressed Zheng Xiaohu to the side, pressing Zheng Xiaohu on the table, looked at him with a smile for a moment, leaned over and kissed him.

The moment his lips touched, Zheng Xiaohu's mind exploded with a bang, and he passionately kissed back. The two were entangled in the bustling billiard room, and the sweet smell of alcohol lingered in each other's mouths.

After the kiss was over, Wang San smiled and licked the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile, "Is it comfortable to be kissed by brother?"

Zheng Xiaohu nodded obsessively: "You are really good at kissing."

"My bed skills are better," Wang San asked with a smile, "Have you had a regular bed partner recently?"

Zheng Xiaohu shook his head: "No."

"Oh," Wang Sanxiao raised his knee and rubbed it maliciously between his legs, and said with a smile, "it just so happens that I don't have either."

The two staggered out of the bar, and Xiong Er came forward to meet them. Seeing the two people hugging and kissing each other, their expressions became very strange. He hesitated and gloated and said softly: "Third Young Master, Mr. Wei coming."

Wang Sanxiao raised his eyes and saw Wei Cong standing by the car, with one hand in his trouser pocket, with a stern expression, as if trying to suppress some kind of impulse.

"The city of Beijing is so big, it's such a coincidence that we could meet by chance," Wang Sanxiao staggered two steps forward, supported the top-heavy Zheng Xiaohu, and stood in front of Wei Cong.

Wei Cong roughly tore Zheng Xiaohu off and threw it to Xiong Er, then turned to look at Wang San with a smile, gritted his teeth, "Are you taking revenge on me?"

Wang Sanxiao's footsteps were unsteady, he swayed on the spot and laughed loudly: "I feel so good about myself, Mr. Wei, you are a fart!"

Wei Cong was like a wounded beast, his deep eyes were full of anger and pain, he hugged Wang Sanxiao's body, pressed him against the car, and kissed him fiercely.

Panting heavily, Wang Sanxiao turned his head to kiss him, in the gap between lips and tongue, looking for something in a trance, he said with a wild smile: "Xiaohu... come, the three of us will play..."

"No!" Wei Cong let out a painful sob from his throat, hugged his fiery body tightly, and kissed passionately and desperately.

Zheng Xiaohu shook his dizzy head, embraced the body beside him and kissed him: "Mmm... Brother Xiao..."

With two lips sticking to his face, Xiong Er's eyes widened suddenly, and he threw Zheng Xiaohu out.

"Alas!" Zheng Xiaohu staggered and turned around and rushed towards Wang Sanxiao, "Brother Xiao, let's go buy oil and condoms first..."

Wei Cong pushed him away violently, and with a sudden force, he hugged Wang Sanxiao in public, opened the car door and stuffed it into the back seat, turned around and shouted to the driver: "Drive."

When Wang Sanxiao woke up in the morning, he felt a hand resting on the back of his head. He turned his head and met Wei Cong's deep eyes, startled: "Where's Xiaohu?"

Wei Cong frowned: "Little Tiger?"

Wang Sanxiao didn't say any more, and closed his eyes again.

Wei Cong felt a pain in his heart: "Do you like that Zheng Xiaohu?"

Wang Sanxiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, lifted the quilt and sat up, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on one by one, Wei Cong stared at the hickey on his shoulder, his cruel eyes softened.

"Where are you going?"

Wang Sanxiao stood up, buttoned his shirt one by one, and said calmly: "Kang Tianzhen and Song Wenyuan are coming by plane at eight o'clock, I'll pick them up."

"Are they two lovers?"

"From Kang Tianzhen's point of view, they are the couple of gods and immortals," Wang Sanxiao laughed jokingly, "From Song Wenyuan's point of view... probably bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Wearing a nightgown, Wei Cong walked over, hugged him from behind, and said softly, "For you, knowing me is a bad luck, isn't it?"

Wang Sanxiao's eyes became gloomy and cold, he opened his fingers bit by bit, and sneered: "I probably slaughtered the city in my previous life."

He rushed to the airport to pick up Song and Kang, and asked Wei Cong to take them to meet the old man. Wang Sanxiao still had something to do, so he asked Xiong Da to drive to a coffee shop.

The car was speeding along the road, Wang San smiled and looked out the window expressionlessly, thinking about the possibility of Wei Cong helping Song and Kang to speak.

Xiong Er poked his head in the front seat, hesitantly said: "That...Third Young Master, you last night..."

"I put Wei Cong to bed last night," Wang Sanxiao admitted frankly, and looked at him with rolled eyelids, "What's the matter?"

"Awesome!" Xiong Er gave a thumbs up.

Wang San gave him a white look with a smile: "What happened to Zheng Xiaohu after that?"

"Don't mention it," Xiong Er said with a smile, "Let me tell you, you were lucky enough to leave with Mr. Wei last night, and you were able to have a quick fight. Then Zheng Xiaohu slept like a dead pig, so I guess it's okay. There is nothing to play even after you have a room.”

Wang San laughed and sneered: "You're the only one who's fucking mouthed!"

When he arrived at the coffee shop, Wang Sanxiao took off his sunglasses and scanned around. A man with good features was standing by the window and raised his hand high, laughing loudly: "Hi, Sanxiao, here."

It was Yang Chengqi, the eldest son of Baichuan Real Estate.