Little slag run

Di Que found a deck of playing cards, drew a club, a spade, and two hearts and placed them on the table in a disordered order.

"Come on, whoever draws hearts will live in one room." Di Que announced.

Everyone felt that Di Que's idea was fair, so no one raised any objections.

Di Que rubbed his hands and said, "I'll come first."

The card is turned over, it is an ace of spades.

Di Que raised his eyebrows, he couldn't help showing off to the other three with the cards in his hand: "I have a private room."

Shang Shiyao reached out and took the cards and threw them on the ground suspiciously, "You shuffled the cards just now, you cheated, right?"

Boss Di Que was not happy, as if he had been wronged by the world: "If you can afford to play, you can afford to lose. I've always been lucky. Don't talk nonsense, just smoke!"

Shang Shiyao snorted, although his expression was upset, he still reached out to touch the cards.

Di Que heaved a sigh of relief secretly, thinking that fortunately Shang Shiyao didn't pursue it further and asked him to draw cards again.

Originally, on his territory, why should he be allowed to share a room with others.

And if he lived with Chen Feng, then he might not be able to sleep well tonight.

When Shang Shiyao saw that Di Que had been drawn into a private room, he could only wholeheartedly hope that he and Meng Fan both got hearts.

With a two-thirds chance, there's no reason why it won't hit.

He made up his mind to reach out to open one, and his face instantly turned black.

plum bossom……

Meng Fan and Chen Feng silently picked up the two hearts that were still lying there quietly, with very calm expressions.

"Then it seems that Meng Fan and I are living in the same room." Chen Feng smiled and glanced at Di Que.

Di Que was also looking at him, and when he saw Chen Feng making fun of him, he curled his lips in disdain and looked away.

But Shang Shiyao immediately exploded, and shouted: "This time it doesn't count, you guys cheated, try again!"

"Didn't you smoke it first?" Meng Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Shang Shiyao was choked by Meng Fan, but he couldn't be reconciled to it, and broke out in a sweat profusely.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to take away the heart in Meng Fan's hand, forced his own to give him, and shouted unreasonably: "That's it, it won't change."

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, but at the same time feeling powerless, he was still a little bit happy because Shang Shiyao was jealous and defended him.

Chen Feng burst out laughing, and said generously: "It doesn't matter who I sleep with, as long as you don't snore at night."

Shang Shiyao looked gloomy, as if everyone owed him 500 million.

His most ideal plan is of course to have a room with Meng Fan, but it is obviously impossible for Meng Fan to agree at this moment, so he has to settle for the next best thing, and he and Chen Feng will settle for one night.

Di Que looked at Shang Shiyao's panic-stricken look from the side, and he was secretly happy. He was smart enough to take the private room first, and it would not affect him no matter how they changed positions afterwards.

Shang Shiyao saw Di Que's relaxed face, feeling angry and having nowhere to vent his anger, so he pushed Di Que back and shouted, "It's all your fault for bringing Chen Feng back."

Di Que was so wronged, he turned back and kicked Shang Shiyao, and said angrily, "Don't take it out on me because your hands stink, and go back to bed fucking, I'm sleepy."

Di Que distributed the keys of each house, and several people went upstairs to rest one after another.

Meng Fan and Chen Feng walked in front, and Shang Shiyao was at the end. He asked Di Que in a mysterious whisper, "You have a spare key, right?"

"Why?" Di Que squinted at him.

"What are you talking about? Quickly give me the key to Meng Fan's room!" Shang Shiyao glared at him, complaining why Di Que was so dishonest.

Di Que snickered, slowly pulled out the key ring from the belt, and rummaged through it slowly.

"Tsk, hurry up." Shang Shiyao was afraid that Meng Fan, who was walking in front, would find out, so he arched Di Que.

"Is this your begging attitude?" Di Que seldom teased Shang Shiyao, so he hesitated to give it to him.

Meng Fan walked around the corner of the stairs, and heard two people busy behind him. He looked back curiously, and saw Di Que and monk Shiyao sneaking together and playing with something.

At Meng Fan's glance, the two guilt-ridden people trembled. Di Que hastily handed Shang Shiyao a key, smiled and ran over in two steps, and warmly courted Meng Fan: "Meng Fan, I will bring Go and see your room."

No matter how he looked at it, Meng Fan felt that the two men were plotting something just now, and stared at Di Que with doubts for a long time before letting Di Que push him away.

Shang Shiyao held the key and smiled, planning to wait until Chen Feng fell asleep in the middle of the night before going to Meng Fan and everything would be fine.

He followed Chen Feng into the master bedroom, and the two of them went about their business in silence, not even wanting to touch each other's eyes.

After taking a shower, Chen Feng put on his nightgown, leaned on the bed and listened to the sound of Shang Shiyao flushing in the bathroom, and suddenly laughed alone.

Little did he know that what had been a well-planned romantic getaway would turn into a night with the uncle of his former rival and current lover.

Sure enough, as long as he was involved with Di Que, it would somehow be out of his control.

But this feeling is not annoying, even, Chen Feng quite enjoys the process of Di Que constantly bringing him surprises and surprises (scares).

After a while, Shang Shiyao fell asleep, and he sneaked out to find Di Que. The feeling of cheating on him made his blood boil even more than living in the same room generously.

With a calculating smile on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, Shang Shiyao, who had just come out of the bath, felt a chill behind him.

Shang Shiyao wore a bath towel around his waist, revealing his strong and fit waist, and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his hair.

Chen Feng glanced lustfully at Shang Shiyao's muscular back, and secretly sighed that luckily Shang Shiyao wasn't his type.

The two lay down with their backs to each other, one guarding the side of the bed, leaving almost a distance between them.

Shang Shiyao was thinking about Meng Fan, so he couldn't sleep, listening to Chen Feng's slow breathing behind his back, it was obvious that he was not asleep and was just depressed.

At first he waited calmly and patiently, but in the end he lay so straight that even half of his body was numb, but Chen Feng didn't seem to fall asleep yet.

Shang Shiyao couldn't help sweating anxiously, if he continued like this, his eyelids would fight and he really went to see Duke Zhou.

I really wanted to punch Chen Feng directly and knock him out.

Chen Feng didn't feel well either. A big man of the same attribute as Shang Shiyao was lying on the same bed, making his muscles stiff.

He only hoped that Shang Shiyao would quickly fall asleep, but unexpectedly the other side of the bed kept shaking, and Shang Shiyao's breathing was also heavy, obviously revealing a message of irritability.

Chen Feng was also upset by Shang Shiyao, he just wanted to sit up and ask him if he was going to sleep or not.

Suddenly, Chen Feng had a flash of inspiration, as if he had figured out what Shang Shiyao was thinking in an instant.

It seems that this kid who insisted on not going to sleep probably had the same idea as him.

Since Shang Shiyao also wanted to wait for him to fall asleep before sneaking out, it is of course not an option for the two of them to spend so much time.

Helpless, Chen Feng had no choice but to help him out, took a deep breath, and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, the bed on the other side sank, and Chen Feng felt Shang Shiyao gently sit up.

The corners of his mouth curled up, he snorted and moved twice, pretending to be half asleep and slightly startled.

Sure enough, the air around him froze instantly, and Chen Feng became quiet again, before he slowly stood up.

Shang Shiyao's footsteps moved outward lightly, followed by the soft sound of the door lock.

Chen Feng turned his head and sat up.

Shang Shiyao tiptoed to the door of Meng Fan's room. Hearing that there was no sound inside, he took out the key to open the door.

After inserting it for a long time, but it couldn't fit into the keyhole at all. Shang Shiyao felt a little anxious, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Why can't you open the door?Could it be that Meng Fan lived in another room, did he remember wrongly?

Shang Shiyao pondered at the door for a while, looked at Di Que's room in his memory not far away, and walked over.

The villa is so big, and the arrangement of the rooms is hard to recognize, so it's not surprising if I remember it mixed up.

Shang Shiyao tried to open another room with the key while comforting himself.

Very easily, the door was opened, and Shang Shiyao was overjoyed, and rushed in hastily.

The lights in the room were dark, Shang Shiyao threw himself on the ball of objects on the big bed, and wasted no time.

"Huh?" Shang Shiyao found that the only thing he hugged in his arms was the air wrapped in the quilt.

His heart trembled, and he hurriedly took advantage of the faint moonlight outside the window to look around the room, only to find that there was no one in the room.

He shook the quilt under his hands, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Could it be that Meng Fan knew about his small plan and had been prepared against him in advance?When did Meng Fan become such a thoughtful person?

Chen Feng watched Shang Shiyao go out with his front foot, and followed him out with his back foot.

Seeing the emptiness in the corridor, he knew that Shang Shiyao had successfully entered Meng Fan's room.

If it were in the past, Chen Feng would definitely be sore and miserable, but now he has Di Que in his heart, but he is relieved, and just wants to quickly hug the little guy who has seduced him all day long, and have a good time.

He walked gently to the door of Di Que's room, and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was not closed tightly. With a slight push, it opened quietly.

Did Di Que hold the door open for him?

Although Chen Feng felt that his thoughts were definitely being self-indulgent, he couldn't help but feel hot in his chest.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and there was a faint figure standing in front of the bed in the dark center of the room, bending over as if making the bed.

Chen Feng raised the corner of his mouth and walked towards the figure silently, intending to surprise Di Que.

"I miss you so much." Chen Feng hugged the man from behind suddenly, sighed eagerly, and kissed the man's neck.

"Hey!" There was a sudden roar, and Chen Feng felt dizzy for a moment, and when he realized it, he was thrown over his shoulder and fell onto the bed.