My nemesis always wants to carry me home

Although he knew Jiang Fengan's reason for a long time ago, when he heard it with his own ears, Yan Xuan was stunned for a moment. Standing in front of Jiang Fengan and listening to the story he told, he revealed a faint picture in front of him that was blurred by time. yellowed silhouette.

It seemed to be smiling, and it seemed to be a kind of wry smile overlapping with Jiang Fengan in front of him.

The feelings that had been dispersed by time finally gathered in front of them. Yan Xuan still folded his arms as before, and looked up at him pretendingly indifferently, "You want to depend on me? But I just don't want you It's up to me."

Jiang Feng'an became anxious when he heard the words, he took two steps forward suddenly, stepped forward and tightened Yan Xuan's shoulders, "No way."

Yan Xuan squinted at him, and twisted his shoulders to break free from Jiang Fengan's shackles, but Jiang Fengan was afraid that Yan Xuan would leave overnight, so he hugged him hard, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Jiang Feng'an, haven't you found out yet? You are a liar who will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals!" Yan Xuan broke away his hand and took a step back indifferently.

Jiang Fengan then took another step closer, and after taking two steps back and forth, Yan Xuan was cornered by him, and the next second he kissed him, licking him inch by inch, tracing his outline with the tip of his lips, as if Nothing is the same.

Yan Xuan was forced to raise his head to accept the sudden forceful kiss, and was forced to close him.

They didn't stop until the two of them were almost out of breath, Yan Xuan first said, "Are you crazy?"

After finishing speaking, he was gagged again by Jiang Fengan who was already panting. This time the kiss was even hotter than before. He could feel Jiang Fengan's urgency to tear himself apart. While being hugged tightly, the words that were yet to be said were blocked between his lips and teeth, Jiang Fengan gently opened his teeth, and greedily licked and kissed him.

Looking at Jiang Fengan with glowing eyes, Jiang Fengan smelled a strong fragrance within a square inch. The smell of Omega pheromone is like a strong poison. It is the fragrance that makes Jiang Fengan feel confused fan.

Jiang Feng'an suddenly stopped and asked softly, "Is that okay?"

Yan Xuanhong focused her eyes, and couldn't help but stepped forward and bit Jiang Feng'an's shoulder, leaning against his shoulder and clung to him weakly, lazily, stretched out her hand and beat Jiang Feng'an hard, "You hook up!" The fire is not responsible for me to put it out?"

Jiang Feng'an was stunned, and then a smile emerged, he gently held Yan Xuan's face with pity, and solemnly kissed it, with the promise he was going to promise in this life, he kissed Yan Xuan's thin face very sincerely lip.

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The next morning, Yan Xuan opened his glasses, turned around suddenly, and found that the person beside him was hugging him carefully, as if he was afraid of bumping into him, but he looked very cautious, but after the unscrupulous willfulness last night After acting recklessly, Yan Xuan swore that he would never show mercy to Jiang Feng'an again.

To be merciful to the enemy is to poison oneself, so... last night he was retribution.

When Yan Xuan got up, he realized that not only was his waist sore and his back ached, it was even difficult to stand up, his legs were not only fluffy and uncomfortable, they were even shaking tremblingly.

Yan Xuan couldn't help but twist Jiang Feng'an, saw him open his eyes in a dazed manner, Yan Xuan pulled him to get up, the two sat facing each other, Jiang Feng'an got up and pulled the quilt over in an instant Yan Xuan wrapped himself up, and said: "The temperature difference here is huge, and the room is not very warm, why are you sitting up like this?"

Yan Xuan pointed to his own neck, and his red and bitten lips stared at Jiang Feng'an resentfully. If his eyes were a dagger, then Jiang Feng'an might have been caught by Yan Xuan's sharp eyes. pierced through.

Jiang Fengan pulled him into his arms, stretched out his hand to press Yan Xuan's waist, and a deep voice suddenly broke into his ears, "Don't move, I'm so sleepy."

Yan Xuanhong sat in his arms with ears closed, and asked him, "Why don't you go to work?"

Jiang Feng'an said: "There are no scenes today." There was originally, but suddenly he didn't want to go. When Xie Nuan said that Yan Xuan was coming yesterday, Jiang Feng'an called the director in advance.

The director is also surprisingly easy to talk to. Originally, Jiang Feng Anjin's team has never asked for leave. In addition, his roles in the past two days have been trivial. When the director heard that he was going to ask for leave, his mind turned and he agreed. down.

Yan Xuan rolled his eyes countless times in his heart, thinking what kind of irresponsible director this is, and thinking that if his professional ability is not good, he would go back and find another opportunity to change.

Jiang Fengan put his head on his shoulder, squinted his eyes, and fell asleep unknowingly. Yan Xuan let him lean on him like this. After leaning for two hours, Jiang Fengan hugged Yan Xuan's hand tightly. He let go a little bit, but Yan Xuan's legs were really numb when he was sitting.

Only then did he react, and raised his eyes to kiss the back of Yan Xuan's neck.

"Now that we're awake, let's continue to settle last night's account." Yan Xuan broke Jiang Feng'an's arm that was holding him, and finally broke free, but his legs were so numb that he could only kiss him. Sitting together.

Jiang Fengan blinked at him aggrievedly, and he said, "Then I... tell you another story?"

"Shut up!" Yan Xuanyang started to look at him, "Is there nothing else between you and me other than those entanglements from 80 or [-] years ago? Jiang Feng'an, I'm giving you a chance to clarify to me now." As he spoke, he glanced sideways at him, "I can allow you to mess around, and I can also accept that you deceive me because of some things, but there is a limit to deception, not to mention that we are no longer in a relationship where we can no longer deceive each other."

Jiang Feng'an said, "Then... are we married?"

"What's going on in your head?"

Jiang Fengan blurted out, "I miss you, I only miss you, because you entered this circle, everything I did seems to be to get close to you from the beginning." He lifted the quilt and slowly moved in front of Yan Xuan, "Everything Blame you for making me like you so much."

Yan Xuan blushed and muttered, "If you like me, blame me."

A 30-year-old man who has just tasted love for the first time is always inadvertently teased in front of this white and black man. His slightly flushed cheeks and ears really look like a young high school student who has just fallen in love.

Yan Xuan looked away and coughed, "I'm not that magnanimous, and I won't let you go easily. If you want to explain or break up, the initiative is in my hands."

Jiang Fengan raised the corners of his lips and nodded slightly, then hugged him into his arms again, "Then let me... explain."

The lengthy story line unfolded in front of Yan Xuan, and the provocations that pretended to be fighting finally had a real explanation. Jiang Feng'an said, "Do you still remember the girl who confessed to you?"

Yan Xuan shook his head and frowned. If it comes to girls who confessed to him, there would be too many girls. Who is Jiang Fengan talking about?

Jiang Feng'an said flatly: "The girl who threw persimmon mud on the bicycle seat back then."

"You are the suspect who threw persimmon paste and soil on Qin Xia's car seat?"

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