Little slag run

"...Take off, clothes, dance, man?" Di Que's eyes widened, watching Tang Xiao smile at him for a long time before waving his hand to let Tang Xiao leave.

After Tang Xiao closed the office door tightly, Di Que squinted his eyes and leaned back into the boss's chair, touched his chin and suddenly laughed out loud.

Chen Feng even hired a stripper?This little day is so nourishing...

Thinking about Chen Feng, who is used to living a luxurious life, he must have been wronged by only treating him as a man recently. Otherwise, how could Tang Xiao blatantly ask him to give Chen Feng another man?

Di Que has been in love for many years, but he has never tried to date more than one person at the same time.

He has long heard that the gay circle is very chaotic, and even long-term partners can go outside to find exciting one-night stands without any problems.

Does Chen Feng feel that this kind of relationship with him can also be formed?

Di Que was indignantly thinking wildly, and his lovesickness turned into an impulse to strangle Chen Feng to death.

Looking for strippers?Want to hug left and right?

Alright, I am satisfied to show you!

Let's see how Chen Feng plans to perform for him in front of him.

"Hey, A Yao, did you invite strippers to cheer up Meng Fan's birthday or when? Do you have any contact information?" Di Que leisurely called Shang Shiyao to ask for "experience" .

"..." The other side was silent for a while, and Baji hung up the phone.

Di Que looked at the phone and blinked, and said to himself puzzledly: "Why are you hanging up on me..."

It was already late at night when Chen Feng finished his business investigation and returned home.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Di Que wearing a home vest and shorts lying on the sofa flipping through magazines, his beautiful hip line and waist line facing him, making a silent temptation.

He gently put down his luggage, folded his hands and stood on the spot, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Di Que didn't seem to notice that there was another person standing behind him, so he cocked his feet, hummed a little song, and flipped through the color pages of the magazine in front of him one by one.

Suddenly Chen Feng let out a low laugh, Di Que glanced back in confusion, didn't see clearly, then glanced again, suddenly found a big living person standing behind him, jumped up in fright, and knocked the magazine on the ground.

"Uh! Why the hell did you come back and not make a sound? You want to scare me to death!" Di Que picked up the magazine and threw it at Chen Feng while breathing heavily.

Chen Feng caught the magazine with a smile, threw it on the coffee table, and leaned forward to hug Di Que for a kiss.

"Why haven't I seen you for a few days, and you've gotten a lot angry? Do you miss me so much that you want to be dissatisfied?"

Di Que was flung on the sofa by Chen Feng, his posture was at a disadvantage and he couldn't use his strength, so he struggled with his hands and feet, dodging left and right to avoid Chen Feng's approaching lips.

"You fucking sing every night, be careful of kidney deficiency!" Di Que pushed Chen Feng's chin outwards and shouted angrily.

Chen Feng was taken aback, avoided Di Que's hand, looked at Di Que's blushing cheek seriously, and said inexplicably, "How do you know that I'm playing and singing outside every night?"

Ahhhhhh... actually admitted it!

Di Que immediately erupted, and pushed Chen Feng off the sofa, jumped up and ran.

Chen Feng naturally didn't know what Di Que was awkward about, he smiled helplessly, got up and chased after two steps, trapping Di Que in his arms.

"Could it be that you're jealous because I haven't come back to accompany you for a long time? I'm so happy that you think of me so much..." Chen Feng laughed, seeing that Di Que was so angry that his neck turned red, he hit him My heart jumped up.

"Go to your uncle!" Di Que kicked his legs, but he couldn't resist Chen Feng's strength, and was dragged by Chen Feng to the bedroom.

"It's inevitable to go out to socialize, and yours will not be less than mine. Why are you so angry?"

Di Que was slippery in Chen Feng's embrace like a loach, and Chen Feng's anger was burning again, he just wanted to quickly drag him to bed and finish the job.

"I eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day, and my night life is much richer than yours!" Di Que twisted his waist, broke free from Chen Feng's embrace, and ran back to the living room again.

It was good that Chen Feng didn't mention it, but when he mentioned entertainment with Di Que, he became even more angry.

As soon as Bi Shaoliang disappeared, Di Que was entangled in large and small meetings, and Nie Xiaoqian helped him filter out the activities and entertainment that could be rejected without even asking.

Di Que had no choice but to spend every night in the meeting room with a group of old men holding work meals, glancing at the promotional photos of boys and girls on the planning plan, and having fun.

Chen Feng was really surprised this time.

There are often small fights with Di Que, and Di Que always has loud thunder and little rain, so he will do it half-heartedly.

This time Young Master Di was stubbornly resisting to the end, it seemed that he was really dissatisfied with him.

"Why, are you really upset? Why?" Chen Feng didn't rush forward this time, but stood still a little away, raised Di Que's chin, and smiled fondly at him.

Di Que whimpered and turned his face away, muttering in a low voice: "Go and watch your striptease!"

Although the voice was very small, Chen Feng still heard it.He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked in confusion, "What striptease?"

"Didn't you always find a group of strippers to cheer you up for your birthday?" Di Que added fuel and vinegar to Chen Feng to expand the scene by N times.

Chen Feng was taken aback for a while, and it took him a long time to recall that such a thing happened a few years ago.

At that time, not long after he fell in love with Meng Fan, after being rejected, he lived a decadent and absurd life, his private life was extremely chaotic, but how did Di Que know these secrets?

Seeing that Chen Feng didn't speak, Di Que guessed that he had already acquiesced, and felt even more unbalanced.

Thinking that he has thousands of artists in his hands, he has never seen real ones at such a young age.

He grabbed the entertainment magazine from the side and flipped it up, pointing to the B&D newcomer introduction column of this year on it, and said angrily: "It's Mr. Chen's birthday, of course, I also want to express it, you see which one you like, I'll give it to you." You call me over to have a private dance, and let me follow suit."

Chen Feng was immediately defeated by Di Que's reaction, he took the magazine from Di Que's hand dumbfounded, and said, "Now I'm not interested in those young children."

"Huh? You are quite demanding. Could it be that you still want to invite Tianwang Meng to perform for you?" Di Que tilted his face, restraining the urge to pounce on Chen Feng and bite Chen Feng's neck.

Chen Feng pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, calmly pointed at the little rooster with fried hair in front of him, and said with a smile: "I've fallen in love with this, what should I do?"

Di Que's heart skipped a beat, and he blushed immediately.

He leapt forward, hugged Chen Feng and bit him on the shoulder, angrily said: "Your uncle, don't confuse me!"

Chen Feng hugged him tightly, and let out a long sigh: "The suit I'm wearing is thick. If you bite so hard, don't your teeth hurt?"

Di Que was anxious and angry, and knew that he was causing trouble for no reason and had thrown him to his grandma's house as a shame, so he let go, stiffened his neck, and punched and kicked Chen Feng.

Chen Feng laughed loudly, hugged Di Que and turned around twice before he took a breath and said, "That happened many years ago, isn't it a bit late for you to be jealous now?"

"I'm not jealous!" Di Que shouted.

He didn't even know that the gigolo had a few noses and a few mouths, so there was nothing to be jealous of.

Being jealous of someone like Chen Feng is simply insulting him, he is just envious and jealous of Chen Feng's more indulgent love life than him.

Now the two rolled together inexplicably, before he had time to enjoy the real happiness, he was tied up to death by the old man Chen Feng.

"You've lived happily ever after, and I want to watch a striptease show!"

Based on the principle of "It's shameful to be jealous, at worst I want to go out and have fun and earn back my original value", Di Que writhed desperately in Chen Feng's arms, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong, and the evil fire couldn't be calmed down no matter what.

Chen Feng was so teased by Di Que's sarcastic performance that he almost softened his hands and feet, almost unable to restrain the person writhing in his arms.

Di Que became very angry because of such a trivial matter, and from Chen Feng's point of view, he also became "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder", and fell in love for no reason.

But it's his business for him to get away with it, and he doesn't really plan to take Di Que to watch that kind of performance that is easy to misfire and cause big troubles.

"What's so good about that kind of thing? There are so many young and beautiful artists in your company, and you haven't seen enough singing and dancing at the year-end party?" Chen Feng smiled and comforted Di Que.

Di Que stared, dissatisfied: "It's not good, why do you still want to watch it?"

"It's only after I saw it that I realized it's not good-looking." Chen Feng said shamelessly.

"You..." Di Que gritted his teeth. He knew that he was no match for Chen Feng if he played a scoundrel, so he simply closed his eyes and turned his face away to protest silently.

Chen Feng saw Di Que's indignant expression, and felt that it was obviously not easy to fool around this time.

If because of such a trivial matter, Di Que had a knot in his heart and went out to find some unscrupulous men behind his back, it would be difficult to handle.

With a long sigh, he bent down and turned on the switch of the stereo.

The long and long light music flows out, circling and reciprocating in the room, floating gracefully.

Di Que opened one eye, looked at Chen Feng in confusion, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Feng smiled ambiguously, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled off his tie, blew into Di Que's ear, and said quietly: "If you want to see a striptease, how about I show you?"

Di Que turned over in his heart, his mouth opened wide, and his face turned blue and white.

"You, what are you kidding?"

Chen Feng is such a stupid big man doing a striptease with a pious profiteer face?Is that for people to see?

Chen Feng had thrown his tie to the ground at this time, approached Di Que, grabbed Di Que's waist with one hand and put it in his arms, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt collar with the other hand, gradually revealing his wheat-colored strong chest.

He lowered his head and looked into Di Que's eyes dimly, and murmured with a smile: "Don't want to see?"

Di Que clearly heard himself swallowing his saliva very loudly, and his face became more colorful.

Chen Feng leaned against Di Que tenderly, driving Di Que's body to sway lightly along with the music.

After lightly touching Di Que's arm twice, he grabbed his hands and stretched them to his waist to hint him to take off his suit.

Di Que was lured into a daze by Chen Feng and didn't know where to go. His heart was beating rapidly and he was getting closer and closer to his throat.

He took off Chen Feng's suit and threw it on the ground. He heard Chen Feng's low-pitched laughter next to his ear, and his ears were itchy.

Chen Feng slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his slender fingers, exposing his chest section by section.

Every time he took a step forward, Di Que took a step back, and he was squeezed into the corner in a short while.

"Hey..." Di Que looked away short of breath, not daring to touch Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng took off his shirt slowly, wrapped Di Que in his arms, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to watch a striptease? The fun has just begun..."

Chen Feng untied the belt with a snap of his white hand, and Di Que shivered violently, and said with a trembling voice, "What kind of stripper are you?"

"Why not, am I taking it off?" As soon as the words finished, Chen Feng's trousers that were straddling his waist slipped down.

"Where's the dance?" Di Que found it difficult to breathe.

"Isn't this coming?" Chen Feng wrapped his arms around Di Que's waist, pressed his chin on his shoulder, and led him around the hall slowly.

Di Que wanted to hide nervously, but he heard Chen Feng say: "I don't think you are very useful?"

Di Que was taken aback, and followed Chen Feng's smiling eyes to look down, and saw the small bulge propped up under him at a glance, wishing to bump his head to death.

Chen Feng already reached into Di Que's vest dishonestly, rubbed it slowly, and after a while pulled the hem up and lifted it up, and took off Di Que's vest.

"Hey? Why are you taking off my clothes?"

Di Que was a bit smothered by Chen Feng's lingering thoughts at first, but when he realized it, he felt bad and wanted to run away but it was too late.

It was too late to say, but soon, Di Que was picked up by Chen Feng without saying a word, brought into the bedroom, and thrown onto the bed...