Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng thought he was wrong.

When he opened the door and walked out, Song Qiran saw him with a twinkle in his eyes, and asked him "Are you still on duty tonight, what time is it?", he thought he heard it wrong.

"I've been busy for two weeks. If there is no accident tonight, I have to accompany the designer to work overtime at the company, and I can't go home." Seeing that the police station was empty and no one was around, Song Qiran said to him in a very soft and quick voice, "I got a room opposite the subway entrance, which is also very close to your place. You can go there and wait for me after work. Eat when you're hungry, and sleep when you're tired. I'm not sure when I can leave."

He squeezed Zhao Meng's arm, and stuffed a small thing the size of a piece of paper into Zhao Meng's palm.Zhao Meng looked down and saw that it was a room card. 2210.

Zhao Meng accepted the room card, watched Song Qiran leave in a hurry, then returned to sit in front of the desk, quietly, and waited for the colleagues who took over shifts to come back before going to Hepingqiao Snack Street to eat a bowl of noodles.

He even shook his hands when he called.

"Don't be spicy, not even a little bit spicy, just give me a bowl of clear soup."

Then he had a good meal and went back to sit in meditation. On that day, Peace Bridge was born in Xi'an, and he sat until he got off work on time, and went around the area a few times, making sure that no acquaintance saw him before entering the hotel with his room card.

He didn't tell anyone about this from the beginning to the end, neither did the rainbow group, and no one knew or persuaded him. The whole world was silent, only Zhao Meng and his own heartbeat.

He waited for Song Qiran for four hours.

As soon as the door opened, someone threw himself into his arms, and before he could say anything, he blocked his mouth with a kiss. The warm, eager and vivid breath broke in, wrapping him completely in a hot-headed passion, and Song Qiran died. Pulling him hard, and calling Zhao Meng to pull hard, the two of them fought against the door and hit the lock, kissing so darkly that it was hard to even breathe.

His little wave essence came back again, and Zhao Meng pressed against the opponent and rubbed it up and down, soft ligaments and hard bones, he wanted to crush the person into his body.

"Are you finished?" Zhao Meng asked him panting. There was a small eruption of magma in his body. He counted the time, not sure if there was any extra space left for Song Qiran in the remaining half of the night. Take a shower after waking up.

"No." Song Qiran bit his lip and replied, "When I checked the final version, I found that the file format was inconsistent. When the design director lost his temper, he accidentally smashed the glass fish tank. They are trying to rescue it."

"Rescue what?"

"Save the computer. Also save the fish."

Song Qiran rolled his eyes at Zhao Meng. It was a very vivid expression, which meant that I didn't want to stay in the same space with those idiots for the time being, so I slipped over to see you.

"You see, I don't even care about the life and death of the fish for you. Will the police uncle take me back to torture me?"

He looked at Zhao Meng said mischievously, and put his hands dishonestly into the zipper of Zhao Mengla's pants.

Zhao Meng laughed, and with a sigh of relief, he suddenly lifted Song Qiran onto his shoulders. Song Qiran uttered a short cry, and was thrown onto the bed by him.

"I'm a people's policeman, not an animal policeman. Injuring a fish by mistake is not a violation of national law."

"Then what are you doing?"

Zhao Mengla pulled Song Qiran's clothes, and Song Qiran giggled.

"Enforce the family law." The people's policeman replied.

Zhao Meng tore away the cloth pieces that were in the way, and the bed shook violently. Song Qiran yelled and his throat was blocked. He uttered two whimpers in protest, then hugged Zhao Meng tightly, and stopped screaming. .

They both had a great time that night.

The long-term emptiness was satisfied, and Zhao Meng's heart was full of satisfaction. After the incident, he still hugged the man and did not let go, kissing the smooth back of the man from behind.Song Qiran recognized his special state today.

"You like this? It's like having an affair." He twisted his body and asked him, but was caught by Zhao Meng's arms and couldn't move.

"Little Bie is better than a newlywed." Zhao Meng replied.He tried his best to put on a smooth tone, and didn't make Song Qiran turn his head around, because it was inevitable that people would see his burning ears—it was the first time he made such a blatant joke, and he didn't know if it was red or not. .

He thought about it, whether it's good to pretend to be open-minded, or to act on the occasion, friends with sex are friends with sex, he just likes being with Song Qiran, there is no way out.In his life, most of the previous ones have been muddling around, and he finally understood that there are too many obstacles. Apart from wanting to be a policeman, he has never blatantly expressed his preferences to others.Only in front of a little waver like Song Qiran, who dares to be useless, entangled, obsessed with lust, and swollen face to make himself fat, he has to cater to the other party. If you dare to do everything you can for the things you like, then you are a **** real people.

"It's a pity that the project at hand is tricky now. I don't know how long I will be busy. I'm afraid that after a long goodbye, you will really forget me."

Song Qiran sighed.Today's impromptu private meeting is already an opportunity that was squeezed out with great difficulty.

"Then I'll go find you. When will you need me? I'll open the room. We'll still be like this. We'll get back our money half the time, and we'll make a lot of money."

Shameless, so shameless, Zhao Menggao went out, he hurried over, trying to grab Song Qiran's earlobe, but Song Qiran hid him.

"That can't be done." Song Qiran looked at him with his chin resting on his pillow, "Work is very annoying, I'm very irritable when I'm annoyed, and I'm in a bad state, so it's not suitable to see you."

"Don't be afraid, I'll serve you." Zhao Meng grabbed Song Qiran's shoulders and turned him over. He straddled up, his broad, solid, sweaty chest muscles were just exposed above, and the blood was rushing under the skin, and every heartbeat drove the muscles. Agitate and stretch, as if that body naturally has inexhaustible strength, "I have very good physical strength." He said.

Song Qiran touched that pair of chests like something rare, and smiled.

"You're fine. I was worried you wouldn't like it."

"What don't you like?"

"Me." Song Qiran replied.

Zhao Meng looked at him like a ghost.

"Can't you see that I like you?"

He blurted out that sentence, he was genuinely surprised by Song Qiran's answer.He thought that no one would dislike a young man as delicate and beautiful as Song Qiran, or at least, he thought that Song Qiran should have a concept in his heart.

"I can see it." Song Qiran stared at Zhao Meng's expression that suddenly collapsed, and smiled even more happily. His eyes were originally raised, and his eyelashes were long. When he was really happy, he would bend like a crescent moon. Every time Zhao Meng sees him smiling like that, he feels warm in his heart.But this time Zhao Meng was even more confused, he couldn't understand why Song Qiran still looked very happy, as if he had received such a great compliment when he heard that he clearly said he liked it.

"Then why—?"

"Because I haven't been so busy looking for you a few times before, I can adjust the time in advance to make sufficient preparations. I know you like it very much the first time, so I want to do it to the same level as the beginning every time. If it is not enough fun, I'm afraid you won't come to me anymore."

Zhao Meng straightened his body, and all his movements stopped. At that moment, his heart was beating wildly because of a strange feeling, and he seemed to hear something wrong:

"You...have prepared before? For me?"

Even he himself didn't believe what he said.

Song Qiran nodded, taking it for granted.

"I read the information when the software matched you to me. It said that you like small animals and watching movies. Your ideal partner is the Gu family type. I'm not sure what specific preferences you have, so practice first. I took a look at the desserts I was good at, but I failed the first time I made them, I told you."

Zhao Meng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I just signed up for the software not long ago, and the photos were randomly selected on the phone. Later, I found out that the background of the website matched people based on their preferences in photos. I was worried that you would have a gap, so I went to change the hairstyle I had when I was in school. In fact, I also prepared a few movies on the computer, but it seems that I don’t have time to watch them together every time—”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Meng's whole body was already compacted. The man's chest was like a dense wall. The airtight kiss didn't seem like an intimacy, but it was intense like an attack. The hot-blooded man pulled out, every word Song Qiran uttered was enough to make his blood vessels explode once, and the blood in his whole body boil once from the inside out.

"I... um, every time... I stretched myself, and... lubricated..." At such a time, Song Qiran still managed to squeeze out the words from between his lips and teeth, "Today, um... Time is too tight, I took advantage of them to fish for goldfish... I did it in the company bathroom, no one noticed..."

His mother actually laughed, as if he still had a tinge of complacency, so he must tell Zhao Meng.

How could Zhao Meng let him continue talking, he pinched Song Qiran's waist, and Song Qiran let out a cry, but his tongue broke in, and even his breath was robbed, how could he say anything more.

Zhao Meng kissed him too hard, his nose hurts, his eye sockets hurt, his whole body hurts everywhere, he is such a big man, he has to control himself, if he really bleeds cat urine here, it would be too embarrassing .

"You're crazy...! You're really crazy!" He gritted his teeth and growled, "Who the hell wouldn't like you...!"

He let go of Song Qiran abruptly and spat.

Fortunately, he thought it was because of his good skills that he served people submissively, because he thought that when the wet and soft place made the sound of gurgling water, Song Qiran blushed and hid in the crook of his arms because it was comfortable. Damn it's embarrassing!Zhao Meng wanted to slap himself and tell your mother to show off her skills!Tell your mother to think she is a gunslinger!I must have never seen such a big movement when I made it myself!

He is simply a stinking idiot, the number one stinking idiot in the world, who provoked a little rascal who talks crazy, and actually he is willing to give whatever he wants.

"Fuck..." Zhao Meng just wanted to swear now, he locked Song Qiran's hands, raised them over his head and pressed them into the pillow, "Brother Meng!" He yelled in a rough voice.

"Brother Meng." Song Qiran blinked his eyes, was still stunned at first, then thought it was funny again, deliberately squeezed his throat sweetly, and showed a mouthful of small white teeth at the corner of his mouth.

"Call husband!"

"husband."

"Say dad fucked me!"

Song Qiran burst out laughing.

"Dad fucked me—"

He was as obedient as a submissive little rabbit, so attractive that Zhao Meng wanted to hit someone.

"...you're just a fucking goblin in human skin..."

He was discouraged, gave Song Qiran a strange look, lowered his head and buried himself completely.