Little slag run

"Try it?" Di Que raised his eyebrows and squinted at Ivan. Seeing that he nodded in a very smug way, he threw a chestnut on Ivan's head.

"Try you big-headed ghost! If you lie on the car and poke your butt up now, I can try it, otherwise, it's out of the question."

"Huh? Are you going to be top?" Ivan rubbed his head with a helpless expression.

With Di Que's small body and appearance, who would believe that he can hold others down?

Di Que snorted and gave Ivan a supercilious look.

"Aren't you afraid that my overlord will forcefully attack you?" Ivan rushed over and hugged Di Que into his arms, refusing to let go.

"Will you?" Di Que said with certainty.

Without Ivan's subordinates, he didn't have such a strong evil spirit when he was alone, so Di Que let go of his courage, and became more informal with Ivan.

Ivan and Chen Feng have one thing in common, that is, they have strong self-esteem.

They can only put on a good posture, show off their charm, and wait for the prey to come to their door automatically, but it hurts their original self-esteem, as if they admit that there are still things in this world that they can't get.

"Ah... It seems that you have seen through me, it's a pity." Ivan sighed, but he still held Di Que and ate tofu: "Is there no chance between you and me at all? It turns out that you really like to be mature Older man..."

Di Que was startled, and angrily tried his best to break away from Ivan.

fart!If he likes it, he also likes a beautiful boy with thin skin and tender flesh. An old man like Chen Feng would be troublesome just by looking at him!

"Don't talk nonsense, what do you mean I like mature and older types, as if you said how young you are." Di Que complained.

"I was very young." Ivan spread his hands.

Only then did Di Que realize a very important problem.Ivan's age always seems to be a mystery.

Although Ivan looks tall and steady, with a mature personality, Europeans and Americans are precocious. When Di Que visited relatives in the United States, he still seemed the youngest among a bunch of teenagers.

"How old are you?"

Ivan thought for a while and said with a smile: "According to what you Chinese say, this year should be my birth year."

Di Que was stunned, the year of birth... According to Ivan's tone, wouldn't that mean he was only 24 years old?

"You are actually seven years younger than me?" Di Que exclaimed strangely.

Then he is completely like an uncle in front of Ivan, what's the point of this Italian guy always chasing after him?

"In front of love, nationality, age, and gender are not a problem..." Ivan began to sing again.

"Okay, okay, I understand, you don't need to say any more." Di Que was hit instantly.

He suddenly realized that when he was still beautiful every day, his years were gone forever.

Di Que lost interest and sat in the car without moving.

"Drive, I'm old, I want to go home and take a beauty sleep!"

Ivan was amused by Di Que's angry appearance, and immediately followed him into the car, holding Di Que's face in his hands and yelling.

"In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful one."

"Ahhhh, I can't stand your nasty words anymore, let me go!" Di Que threw up vigorously, but was still thrown down by Ivan.

"Uh." Di Que was squeezed by Ivan's heavy body, his amber pupils were close in front of his eyes, as if there was a vortex, sucking himself mysteriously.

I only heard Ivan speaking softly, with a pious tone: "I'm leaving soon, as a parting gift, can you let me kiss you again?"

"..." Di Que was silent.

Although he really wanted to push Ivan away and scold him, but Ivan's almost sad and begging eyes hit his heart and made him feel soft.

"You are leaving, why are you still kissing me?" Di Que's voice was also clear and quiet, exchanging breaths with Ivan.

"I will come back to you, I swear." Ivan's eyes were firm: "Actually, I really want to have sex with you immediately, but I can't protect myself now, so I don't want you to be sad for me."

Di Que smiled: "Don't say it as if I will fall in love with you."

"Just give me a parting token, I will live to find you again." Ivan's face slowly approached, with a scorching temperature that was different from the cool air.

Ivan's statement was too sensational, and Di Que couldn't move for a while, as if he would commit such an inhuman sin by pushing away the man on his body at this time.

After a moment of hesitation, Ivan's lips were already lightly touching his own. Di Que frowned, sighed in his heart, and simply accepted it.

"Don't stick out your tongue..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ivan suddenly and nimbly invaded between his lips and teeth, and sucked fiercely, with such strength that he almost sucked Di Que's soul out.

"Hmm... um..." Di Que was startled, but his hands and feet were bound by Ivan, unable to move at all.

At this time, Ivan's strength was astonishing, and Di Que clearly realized that he was like a weak ant in front of Ivan, who had no ability to resist at all, and could only stand by and wait to be ruthlessly torn apart.

This feeling was so terrifying that Di Que couldn't help but tremble all over.

The voice of wanting to call for help was blocked deep in his throat by Ivan, and Di Que even had hallucinations, feeling that the god of death was so close to him at this moment.

Fear overcame anger, humiliation and other emotions, and went straight to Di Que's mind, making him want to cry out unbearably.

Ivan went deep into his throat, as if trying to hollow out his whole body, Di Que felt uncomfortable and suffocated instantly, and his eyes went dark.

Just when he was being oppressed to the point of collapse, Ivan suddenly exhaled heavily, let him go and sat up.

"I'm sorry, I lost control for a while..." Ivan panted heavily, and helped Di Que up.

He really didn't want Di Que to be afraid of him, but once the suppressed emotions found an outlet, it would be like a flash flood, uncontrollable.

"Hoo...cough cough..." Di Que was stunned, his body was still trembling, tears suddenly fell like broken beads without warning.

Ivan was immediately taken aback by Di Que.

Although tears slid down his cheeks, Di Que, who was panting lightly, was amazingly beautiful in his eyes, but he didn't want to see Di Que's tears on such an occasion.

"Don't cry, I swear I didn't mean to be so fierce to you, don't be afraid, okay?" Ivan was a little flustered, and wanted to wipe away the tears for Di Que, but he didn't dare to touch him at this moment. he.

Di Que seldom shed tears since he was a child, and his deepest memory seems to be the time when he was beaten and cried by Monk Shiyao when he was playing.

At this time, tears fell suddenly, as if a floodgate had suddenly opened, mixed with other cowardice and evasion hidden in the deepest part of my heart, surging out, and could never be taken back.

He suddenly felt that this way of venting was very enjoyable, and he wanted to turn all the fear and humiliation in his heart into tears and vent it out.

He buried his head in his palm and wept loudly.

The forced kiss just now was just a trigger point. Di Que's panic came not only from his body, but also from his spirit.

He has no way to resist Ivan physically, nor can he resist Chen Feng mentally.

Despicable and weak as he is, he has already been forced by fate countless times.

Being driven to the shelves is doing a business that is completely incompetent, and no matter what you do, you can't satisfy everyone.

The pursuit of interests has always been a game between big groups, so what strength does he have to walk in the middle?

He obviously has no pursuit in life, but insists on putting on a face of a business elite, and the people around him also applaud and boo, step by step to catch him up to a high position, as timid as him, he has no courage at all. After getting used to calling the wind and calling the rain, he jumped up.

In this game of official career, the war of money, who is cheating whom?

Di Que cried very sadly, and Ivan was stunned for a long time.

This is not the grief that can be brought about by a forced kiss, especially Di Que, who always seems to be careless and heartless.

When I saw Di Que on the side of the road today, he looked like he was in a daze, so even though he was overwhelmed by the family affairs, he couldn't help but dismissed his subordinates and came to see Di Que.

Sure enough, Di Que must have encountered some major change.

Ivan tentatively stretched out his hand to support Di Que's back, and Di Que fell into his arms, grabbing his clothes and wiping his nose and tears together.

Ivan followed Di Que's back dumbfounded, allowing him to spoil his clothes.

Di Que didn't know how long he had been crying. It wasn't until he cried so darkly that his head was dizzy that he felt completely happy, and he couldn't cry anymore.

He sniffed and got up from Ivan's arms.

After venting and calming down, Di Que realized how embarrassing he had done just now.

Isn't it just that he was kissed for a while, and his wrist was pinched?I actually cried for a long time because of this...

Di Que's face was flushed, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and hide in it first.

After fiddling for a long time, there was naturally no space reserved for him. In the end, Di Que could only touch his ears, and said with a smile, "I drank too much tonight, don't take it seriously."

Ivan reached out to help Di Que wipe away tears again, smiled and shook his head: "You are so cute."

"..." Di Que was really embarrassed at this time, and even Ivan's half-flirtatious words could not be uttered dirty.

After Di Que made such a fuss, both of them calmed down.

Di Que had no face to speak, and Ivan stayed silently with Di Que out of consideration.

The two of them put down their seats and looked up at the stars. Di Que stared at the stars for a while, and finally felt that it was too quiet and broke the silence.

"It's hard to see such bright stars in the center of City Y."

"Well, the stars are beautiful, but you are even more beautiful." Ivan turned his head to look at Di Que's still red eyes, and couldn't escape his old skills in three sentences.

"..." Di Que glanced at him silently, and suddenly asked: "I said, if you really want to sleep with me, why don't you just threaten me with force? certain."

Ivan was taken aback, sat up and looked at Di Que for a long time.

Di Que also looked directly at him, not like joking at all.

So, Ivan thought about it seriously, and then said surprisingly: "I think, I probably don't think I'm strong enough."

"What?" Di Que was dumbfounded.

"Hehe, although I want to keep my beloved by my side, because of the turmoil in my family, I have to come to China to avoid the limelight. So, until I think I have the ability to protect you, I will not use any It would be irresponsible for the power to forcibly get you."

"Could it be that when you become powerful enough, you can do whatever you want with me, regardless of my wishes?" Di Que also sat up, feeling the urge to beat someone up again.

"Males are always possessive. Of course, if you are interested, you should grab it first. And if I am strong enough, do you have any reason not to like me?" Ivan didn't think there was anything wrong with his thoughts at all.

Ah... the co-author Chen Feng thought he was strong enough, so he proposed to keep him.

Di Que suddenly realized, and then he thought about it, and immediately spat on himself hard.

fart!If it is really the shameless theory of "strike first to be the strongest" as Ivan said, what does the three-month period mean?

Obviously just want to dump it when the game is over!