Little slag run

"Why hesitate? Do it."

Shang Shiyao put his hands in his pockets, and stood carelessly at the reception desk of the member center, with his neck sticking out like a hooligan.

Di Que looked at him with a sad face, and finally reluctantly took out his wallet to pay the one-year membership fee and filled in the membership information.

His uncle, this is not a robbery or something!

Shang Shiyao, this stinky hooligan, is Chen Feng's babysitter!

Why would he go to Chen Feng to get a gym card by himself?

Although it was only about 8000 yuan, it was out of my own small coffers. If I knew it, I might as well have asked Chen Feng to give me one.

"Let's go."

Shang Shiyao stared at Di Que after applying for a fitness card, then patted Di Que on the shoulder with satisfaction, and half dragged him to the equipment room.

"Where are you going? I want to go directly to the sauna..."

"Let's make equipment for a while, look at your fat body, go for a run for half an hour for me first." Shang Shiyao showed a disgusted expression at Di Que.

"..."

Di Que regretted choosing Shang Shiyao as his personal bodyguard.

This guy is as arbitrary as ever, and being with him is better than being with Chen Feng.

Shang Shiyao was running on the equipment at the side, and Di Que turned up the slow speed on the other treadmill, walking slowly with the music playing, while watching the vast scenery outside the window, he felt drowsy after a while .

He simply got down and sat on the stretching machine to drink water and rest, watching Shang Shiyao running vigorously on the treadmill alone.

Shang Shiyao's figure is tall and fit. When running, the muscles in his back and arms are strong and obvious, showing strength. His bronze skin is dripping with sweat and gleaming under the setting sun.

Di Que raised his eyebrows, thinking that if this man was handsome enough, he wouldn't be completely unattractive.

He was drooling from the back of the nymphomaniac Shi Yao, a can of iced drink was quickly pasted on his face and then left.

Di Que was shocked by the ice, and immediately turned his face impatiently and shouted: "Who is it!"

In the eyes, Ivan is holding a can of soda and bending over to the sunshine smiling at him.

"My mother!"

Di Que was so frightened that his head went numb, he quickly leaned back, and retreated in a hurry, and sat down on the ground, almost dodging his waist.

Ivan quickly smiled and helped Di Que up, who was in a state of embarrassment. Di Que's face had already turned pale.

He knew that he shouldn't follow Shang Shiyao to such a ghostly place.

The most dangerous place is the safest place, all fucking fart!

"Hey, what a coincidence." Di Que felt that the arm held by Ivan seemed to be unconscious.

Ivan didn't wear a formal black suit during the day. At this time, he was only wearing an ordinary sports vest. In addition to outlining his figure well, he also looked younger and more amiable, like a handsome and sunny boy.

"Do you still like the flowers I gave you? I know you like roses the most." Ivan's face moved a little closer, almost touching Di Que's ear.

"I gave the flower to someone else, and you know I can't accept it. I already have a lover."

"So absolutely?" Ivan still smiled relaxedly, looking confident.

"Absolutely, I am a very dedicated person." Di Que said solemnly.

Di Que laughed stiffly, leaning back constantly, and glanced at Shang Shiyao, who was running aside happily, completely oblivious to his embarrassing situation.

Your uncle, when you were counting on you, you turned around!

"I didn't expect you to work out here too. We met again in less than a day. This should be what you Chinese call fate?"

"No, it's not fate, I just came with my friend." Di Que hurriedly took the opportunity to say hello: "A Yao! A Yao!"

Shang Shiyao turned around when he heard a cat meowing, and saw Di Que stiffly being almost half-embraced by a foreign man, with a bitter face wrinkled.

He immediately jumped off the treadmill, ran over in two or three steps, grabbed Di Que with one hand, pushed Ivan with the other, and asked bluntly, "What are you doing? Don't move your feet when you talk!"

Ivan was suddenly pushed, and couldn't help being stunned. He took two steps back to stabilize his body.

He glanced at Shang Shiyao without saying a word, looked at Di Que and smiled again: "Is this your friend?"

Di Que was frightened half to death by Shang Shiyao's actions, so he hurriedly stopped him from taking another step forward.

Ivan's identity is stained with blood, how can ordinary people openly provoke him?

He came to Shang Shiyao just to be strong and support him, not for him to fight.

If Shang Shiyao had another mishap because of him, his little life would be in the hands of his aunt.

"Don't, don't, if you have something to say, talk about it, we are all friends."

Unfortunately, Ivan became Di Que's friend in this way.

"Ivan, nice to meet you."

Ivan was not annoyed, and introduced himself following Di Que's words, and the gentleman stretched out his right hand.

Shang Shiyao looked at Di Que in surprise, isn't the name Ivan the mafia that pestered Di Que?

Di Que immediately gave him a wink, implying that he should quickly help him solve this trouble.

The two have known each other for many years, and Shang Shiyao immediately understood, and after a brainstorm, he stretched out his right hand and held Ivan's hand.

"Shang Shiyao." Shang Shiyao smiled, and continued on his own initiative: "Di Que's boyfriend."

As soon as these words came out, Di Que's eyes were immediately blacked out.

God!Why are people rushing to claim themselves in front of this Italian guy?

Naturally, he never explained to Shang Shiyao about Chen Feng pretending to be his lover, who would have expected that this person would use the same trick as Chen Feng.

Well now, two boyfriends, I can't explain clearly...

Di Que burst into tears immediately in his heart.

Ivan was naturally also stunned, and looked at Di Que again with a little more surprise and inquiry.

Shang Shiyao didn't give Ivan a chance to continue contact with Di Que, he directly took Di Que's shoulder and said, "It's almost time, let's wash up and go have dinner."

After speaking, he hugged Di Que and left.

Shang Shiyao and Di Que have been playing together since they were young, and they naturally don't need to pretend to be intimate. Ivan can't help squinting his eyes looking at the backs of the two.

When he was out of Ivan's sight range, Di Que immediately exploded. He shook off Shang Shiyao's hand, jumped up and scolded: "You are sick! Why are you pretending to be my boyfriend! You still hate me Not messy enough, is it?"

Shang Shiyao didn't feel wrong at all, spread his hands and said: "Isn't this a good idea? Now that you are in charge, that man will naturally stop thinking about you, won't you be free?"

Di Que was speechless. Of course, Shang Shiyao didn't know that this trick would not work against Ivan. Ivan had already planned to compete fairly.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

Di Que completely gave up on his heroic little uncle.

There were unexpectedly many people in the bathroom at this time, and Di Que seized one of the bathrooms immediately, beckoning to Shang Shiyao.

"Ah Yao! Come here quickly!"

Shang Shiyao looked left and right, and said depressedly: "Why should I use one with you? I'll go find another one that is free."

"Tsk, what's the matter? We have bathed together since we were young, and it's not like we haven't seen each other before. You're still shy." Di Que rolled his eyes at him, and stripped off his whole body neatly with his hands.

Shang Shiyao had no choice but to squeeze into a bathroom, and was about to close the curtain when a familiar figure swayed in the bathroom diagonally opposite.

"Xiaofan!" Shang Shiyao's hand stopped immediately.

"What?" Di Que had already started rushing towards his body, quite disapproving of Shang Shiyao's inexplicable hallucination.

"That person is Xiaofan, I'll go and have a look. Don't take this opportunity to peek at Xiaofan's body!" After saying that, Shang Shiyao left Di Que and rushed to the opposite side alone.

Di Que also stretched his neck to look out behind Shang Shiyao, only saw the white arms and thighs behind the curtain in the compartment, but he didn't see his face clearly at all.

Can you tell it's Meng Fan just based on this?Shang Shiyao is crazy!

Di Que snorted disdainfully, and continued humming a ditty to wash his hands.

He was pointing at his hair when he felt a person approaching him. He thought it was Shang Shiyao who had returned, so naturally he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Let me just say, how could it be Meng Fan, make a fool of yourself, idiot."

"Hehe, you are so cute."

An exotic laugh sounded, and Di Que was frightened suddenly, slipped and fell to the ground.

My right foot hurts, it seems to be sprained.

Di Que grinned and covered his right foot, raised his head tremblingly and saw Ivan Jing with his upper body naked and only a bath towel around his lower body, looking at him with a smile.

Di Que quickly covered his key parts, shrinking into a ball and not daring to take a breath.

The water in the bathroom splashed on the two of them, covering most of the sound.

Ivan stared at Di Que with scorching eyes, which made him shudder.

Just when Di Que felt that he was about to be stared at by such explicit eyes and wanted to ask for help, Ivan spoke up.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't force you to do what you don't want to do. I have investigated Di Shao's famous name. I heard that your female partner changes frequently, but I didn't expect that the male partner can also step on two Boat. I thought about it, and there is nothing wrong with your sexuality being open. In fact, I still like you, and even your body suits my appetite. So I don’t mind being your boyfriend No. [-], we can Start with the body and develop slowly, my skills are really good, you will know after trying it.”

Ivan knelt down and slowly stroked Di Que's face.

Di Que's right foot was aching, and he was sweating profusely. Hearing what Ivan said, he felt even more miserable.

Flying snow in June, how could he cross two boats with his feet?Women don't, let alone men.

It is a great injustice to splash this dirty water.

"Do not……"

"Since you always come, there is no reason not to accept me, right? I will wait for you in the presidential suite of the hotel tomorrow night, remember to come."

Ivan didn't give Di Que time to refuse at all, and sent out the invitation directly, with a sexy and charming smile.

"Huh?" Wait, what's going on?

Di Que's stunned look was obviously very cute, so Ivan laughed, held Di Que's chin, pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips, said something in Italian, got up and walked away.

Why?Why?Why? ?

Di Que finally came to his senses.That Italian dude actually invited him to have sex in his hotel room tomorrow night? !

In shock, Shang Shiyao came back miserably, clutching the left side of his face.

Seeing Di Que sitting on the ground with a stupid look, he couldn't help being surprised and asked, "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

"I twisted my foot, come help me."

Di Que didn't recover from the shock, and felt that his voice was floating in mid-air.

Shang Shiyao sighed, and stretched out his hand to support Di Que, revealing a bright red deep slap mark on his left face.

"Is that person really Meng Fan?"

"Of course, how could I be wrong?"

"Yes, well played."

"Hey, it's karma for you to slip and fall in the shower."

"My retribution is how I actually believed you to be reliable."

"You are really repaying your kindness. If it weren't for me, you would have been underestimated by that foreigner."

"I might as well be underestimated by him today."

Di Que and Shang Shiyao, two physically and mentally handicapped brothers, supported each other and walked out, not forgetting to complain to each other along the way.

Walking to the exit of the fitness center, Di Que immediately saw Chen Feng and Meng Fan sitting in the rest area chatting.

At this time, Chen Feng didn't know if he had sensed something, and he also raised his head and looked towards him, meeting his eyes...