Little slag run

Di Que and Ivan made an appointment at a bar where he often hung out, and first sat in a lively and conspicuous place, ordered a glass of margarita and waited for Ivan.

While holding a glass of wine, he searched for hot and slim beauties on the dance floor.

The so-called negotiation, of course, must be chosen on one's own territory.

Di Que is very familiar with this bar. From the boss to the bartender, everyone is called a buddy. If there is an unfortunate fight, he can help out, and he can get a personal ID if he gets into the police.

And the quality of the beauties here is relatively high, so if you can't do it, just strike up a conversation with one, and when Ivan comes and sees it, he will naturally retreat.

Di Que scanned the entire bar twice, and for the first time, he didn't find anyone who matched his eyes.

Those women were all well-dressed, with heavy make-up on each of them, making it impossible to tell the difference from the back, and still unable to tell the difference from the front.

Meng Fan looks more like a woman in women's clothes than these people, how can such a quality make a man do it?

Di Que was depressed, thinking that I hadn't found a woman for several months, and my eyes became higher again.

Just as he was venting his dissatisfaction with the wine glass, the sofa beside him sank suddenly, and the tall and strong Ivan sat down next to him, almost covering Di Que's entire body.

"You are so naughty that you chose to meet in such a messy place."

Ivan smiled and showed eight teeth, and suddenly held Di Que's face in his hands, and kissed him politely.

"Hey, hey." Di Que waved away the haunting Ivan like a fly, and glared at him: "I said, do you speak Chinese well?"

It was like this every time, no matter how awkward those weird words sounded, his skin was about to get goosebumps.

"I speak Chinese, that's right." Ivan was innocent.

Di Que rolled his eyes, and decided that the adults should not care too much about him.

"I said where are your men in black?"

"They're all waiting outside the door. They won't dare to come in without my order. Don't worry."

Uh, the corner of Di Que's mouth twitched, that's why he couldn't feel relieved.

City Y is not big, but it is also a prosperous first-tier city, and it is really not an easy task to find two people in a short period of time.

Chen Feng supported his forehead, trying to calm down the restless emotions in his heart.

In fact, the worst possibility is that he has no substantive relationship with Di Que, and even if something happens to someone, he has no position to get angry.

It's just that I don't know if Di Que's temperament can bear being raped...

Chen Feng didn't want to think about it any further.

Not long after, Tang Xiao came back and whispered in Chen Feng's ear: "The whereabouts have been found, and the two of them are now in a bar in the north of the city."

"Find it so soon?" Chen Feng was relieved to hear that Di Que was temporarily safe.

"I contacted Bureau Wang. No one knows the reason why Ivan brought people to China, so the police have been sending people to keep an eye on him, and there are plainclothes officers to keep track of Ivan's movements at any time."

Tang Xiao explained to Chen Feng calmly, with a little complacency in his tone.

"Good job." Chen Feng was not stingy with his praise, and immediately got up and rushed to the north of the city.

When Chen Feng was dying of anxiety, Di Que was still leisurely drinking flowers and wine with Ivan.

"Did you understand this time? I'm straight, straight, OK?"

The roaring electronic dance music in the bar was deafening, and Di Que clarified the whole misunderstanding by screaming better than the fiddly ones in his seat.

"Straight? Boss Chen and the fitness guy are just shields, aren't they?"

After listening to Di Que, Ivan came to a conclusion very calmly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Di Que nodded quickly.

This foreigner can do it, and he knows what a shield is.

He was just happy when he saw Ivan jumping up to him with a smile and hugging him tightly.

"Great, actually I lied to you that day. I don't want to be your number three boyfriend at all, I just want you to have a man like me." Ivan murmured affectionately, as if a few It means being coquettish.

"Do you dislike possessive men like me?"

"I can't fucking like it!" In a rage, Di Que pushed Ivan away with all his strength.

This guy still can't understand Chinese, why is it still endless after I told him that he doesn't like men?

"Brother, I beg you. I only like women." Di Que wrinkled a bitter face, indescribably miserable.

Ivan smiled and said, "It's okay, I will make you fall in love with men."

Di Que raised his head to the sky and let out a long sigh, and was about to continue his explanation when two slim beauties came from the depths of the dance floor.

"Hey, handsome guy, do you have any companions? Would you mind sitting with me?" One of the mature women who looked like a white-collar worker of the company approached the two of them generously.

Di Que came exactly as he thought, he was about to be forced to death by this foreigner pretending to be stupid.

He took a breath and was about to agree, but Ivan spoke first.

"I'm not interested in women, please come here now."

It was the first time Di Que heard such a cold and gloomy tone from Ivan's mouth, and his heart tightened immediately.

He saw that Ivan's eagle eyes were burning, his eyes were piercing, and he looked a bit ferocious when he was hit by the light, and he finally had the mafia posture, so he couldn't help but feel a little short of breath.

But how could he be so cruel to a delicate woman?

Di Que hastily smiled, and raised his glass to apologize to the two beauties: "Sorry, it's inconvenient right now."

The two women looked at each other, and were also frightened by Ivan's cold face, and hurried away in a panic.

"Isn't that the boss of B&D, Di Que?"

"I know, I'm not mistaken. Why does he like men too?"

Di Que felt unspeakably bitter when he heard a few gossips from the two of them.

Seeing that the man had gone far away, Ivan immediately resumed his sunny smiling face when facing Di Que, and approached him with a smile.

Di Que was helpless, he couldn't afford to offend, could it be that he couldn't even hide?

"Tell me, what do you want from me to give up your heart? It's really impossible for the two of us!" Di Que said firmly.

Ivan looked at him with bright eyes, and suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, just give me a kiss, and I'll know if you're straight or not."

"Huh?" Di Que was dumbfounded.

How about teasing him?He is an underage girl, it is impossible to believe this lame reason, okay?

"Stop joking." Di Que looked away impatiently.

"I'm not joking. If you really don't feel like kissing me, I won't force you anymore." Ivan said seriously.

Di Que glared at him, and found that his eyes were looking directly at him, sincerely not like joking at all.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes, and really began to think about the feasibility of this matter.

Seeing that Di Que stopped talking, Ivan hurriedly encouraged him again: "You see, I made my subordinates wait outside, which is a sign of full respect for you. What else do you not believe in me?"

Di Que thought about it for a second, and it was really the case.

If Ivan really wanted to do something to him, it would be a piece of cake. Now that he is given the right to choose, he would feel sorry if he didn't thank him.

Di Que squinted at him, and confirmed again: "You said that if I kiss you, you won't pester me anymore, right?"

"Wrong. If you kiss me and don't feel it, I won't bother you anymore. I swear in the name of Family." Ivan corrected.

Di Que laughed, how could he feel it?When a man kisses a man, it's nothing more than flesh and blood.

"Okay, once a word is said, it's hard to follow, but a real man must keep his word."

Di Que slapped his thigh, fighting for the peace and freedom of the future.

Ivan saw that there was something to be said about this, so he immediately pouted with a smile, and waited for Di Que to kiss him.

Di Que took a deep breath, moved his shoulders, checked that no one was paying attention to him, and kissed Ivan's head.

Ivan immediately hugged Di Que and locked him in his arms, opened his mouth and entangled with Di Que flexibly.

Italian men deserve to be the most romantic and affectionate, and even kisses are not ordinary enthusiasm.

Di Que kissed Ivan in a daze, and the sound of sticky water stains rang in his ears.

He found sadly once again that he was really so immoral that he didn't hate kissing men at all.

However, compared with Chen Feng's kiss, it was a little different, it seemed to be sweeter, but there was no palpitation that seemed to be drowning.

Di Que inevitably thought of Chen Feng, so he lost his mind and forgot to respond.

Ivan let him go, with a dissatisfied tone, complaining: "You are not paying attention."

Di Que was startled, and then realized that he was half lying in Ivan's arms, almost pushing him down on the sofa, and Ivan's hand was already on his buttocks.

He hurriedly got up from Ivan's arms, patted his clothes and sat down, and said, "Because I don't feel it, so of course I can't concentrate. Now you know? I can't be with a man at all." Ivan is not fuel-efficient He immediately began to bargain and said, "No, you don't reject kissing with me. You deliberately lost your mind because you were afraid of feeling bad, so this kiss doesn't count, you have to kiss again."

what?

Di Que got angry, slapped the table and shouted: "You're cheating! According to what you say, if I don't have feelings for you, I will keep kissing you, right? I think you are clearly trying to take advantage of me!"

Di Que finally came to his senses, but Ivan still insisted on letting Di Que kiss again, and made Di Que want to throw the table angrily.

Damn, I don't dare to beat you, do I?

Di Que gritted his teeth, and suddenly became angry.

Okay, since I can't beat you, I'll bite you!

Thinking of this, Di Que rushed towards Ivan again.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, I have something to say to Di Que!"

Just as Di Que was about to finish his mouth, he suddenly heard a gloomy shout, and turned his head to look at the past together with Ivan.

Chen Feng stood condescendingly in front of the table, with a gloomy face, his eyes shot over like arrows, and when the blurred light shone, he looked like Lord Hades walking out of the Hall of Yama. The illusion of bag grabbing.

"...Why are you here?" Di Que didn't know whether the beating feeling in his heart was nervous or excited.

"Looking for you." Chen Feng gritted his teeth, feeling that the suppression of his anger had reached its limit.