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Just as Cheng Huang took a pose that he thought was accurate on the billiard table, the phone started vibrating again.

This kind of life-threatening frequency made him frowned in annoyance, and called Li Mingtao to come over.

Li Mingtao skillfully took out his mobile phone from Cheng Huang's body, swiped the answer button, and the shining "old lady" on the screen passed by Cheng Huang's peripheral vision.

As soon as the phone was posted, Cheng Huang said, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Perhaps it was because someone else was not able to fit the face from all angles, and the voice from the receiver was once noisy and high-pitched.

Cheng Huang hung on the phone and said absent-mindedly, "Yes, ah!", but his subordinates were quick.

After one shot, the cue ball swayed past the No. 9 ball of suits and rolled to the back of the No. 7 full-color ball. It happened to form a sea-sky line with the ball belt at the right corner of the table. It's like fixing the ball.

If you don't score the free ball, you are not only a fool, you should go to the brain department to see the cerebellum.

Li Mingtao, who was holding a mobile phone, glanced at Luo Wen's bloated figure over the pedestal, thinking about it, and at the same time sighed silently at the high level of Cheng Huang's release.

Cheng Huang straightened up, handed the cue to Li Mingtao, took the phone and began to concentrate on coaxing his wife.

The small talk was like sugar-coated cannonballs, and flew towards the old lady: "Mom, look at what you said, haven't I been back for more than two weeks? If I forget, no one will forget you, you are me The eternal love in my heart is the woman I can never drive away..."

After a nasty conversation, the other end of the phone was obviously much calmer.

Cheng Huang hurriedly made promises to the phone while the iron was hot, saying nonsense such as "I will definitely go back to eat at noon tomorrow", "I will go back to eat a bite of your pig's trotters despite all difficulties".

Just at this time, Luo Wen made a close-fitting shot, and the full-color No. 7 ball fell into his pocket, and there was a burst of endless applause in the billiard hall.

Li Mingtao clapped his hands, almost crying.

I thought to myself, if this fat guy doesn't win another fucking game, the night of billiards will be for nothing.

As soon as the applause fell from this end, Cheng Huang also closed the line on the other end.

Such a smooth ball finally made Fatty Luo happy, and he walked towards Cheng Huang with joy: "Xiao Cheng, how is my ball? Let the judges judge?"

"Director Luo, don't call me next time you open the table with an itchy hand. Business is not easy to do, and I'm worried about losing at the table."

Luo Wen was coaxed by Cheng Huang to play billiards all night, and he always had to go down the slope to say something human: "Isn't your import business doing well?"

Cheng Huang smacked his lips and quickly got to the point: "Hey, it's not a big deal. I bought more than a dozen cars in the United States a few days ago. I wanted to come in and play, but I was pushed into Mr. Zhao's hands. .”

Speaking of this Zhao Yuncheng, Cheng Huang really hated it.

This person is one of the listed directors of the largest imported car dealer in S City. He has always had a reputation of being difficult to deal with ghosts, and he is well-known in the same industry across the country.He can eat you, drink you, whore you with a clear conscience, and use him to top you at critical moments, but he hides when he can, procrastinates when he can, and doesn't do any business at all. He is absolutely the first-class old fox in the world. .

If this bastard hadn't been so difficult to deal with, Cheng Huang wouldn't have postponed his mother's home-cooked dinner temporarily, and came to play this kind of business billiards where he couldn't ejaculate, but had to help others to climax.

Since it is difficult to rank up, it is difficult for anyone else.

Luo Wen suddenly looked worried, and curled his lips: "He... is really troublesome, how about this, I will find a chance to ask for you."

These words were euphemistic, but Cheng Huang was clear in his heart, the implication was two words: no play.

Since there was no drama to sing, Cheng Huang didn't bother to spend it with him.

Just as he was about to go back home, he was stopped by Luo Wen, who insisted on taking him to the newly opened Huangdu on Five Avenues for a drink or two.

Cheng Huang knew his fate, so without further ado, he kicked Li Mingtao over to use it as a mobile card reader, while he slipped away.

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When he walked into the underground parking garage of Jinhuang Billiards City, Cheng Huang looked at his watch, it was exactly 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

He sat in his car, leaned quietly on the back of the chair, he didn't know where a cigarette came out, and he lit it.

The inside of the car was dark and silent, only the white smoke fading from the nose and the flickering sparks between the fingers revealed that this was not an empty car.

After taking a few puffs of the cigarette, Cheng Huang felt uncomfortable under his buttocks. He turned on the headlights and touched it. It was a pair of black thongs with a protruding front, and he knew it was men's at first glance.

This seductive thong was discovered by Li Mingtao in the crack of the back seat.

At that time, Li Mingtao laughed at him shaking his underwear: "Okay, this time it's long enough, or that little slut?"

"Are you fucking idle?" Cheng Huang grabbed his underwear and threw it on the driver's seat.

"I've messed with you anyway, so can't I ask?" Li Mingtao locked the car, turned his head and smiled at Cheng Huang.

Cheng Huang also laughed heartlessly: "Don't worry, he didn't flirt with you, he's leaving soon."

Speaking of Cheng Huang's heartlessness, I also want to mention Li Mingtao.

When they were in college, the two of them rolled over in bed for a year, and they didn't take as many classes as they did in bed.

After the breakup, Li Mingtao felt uncomfortable when he saw Cheng Huang. The elders acted like abandoned wives. They would hide and dodge Cheng Huang as much as they could. Still fast.

And for the same 365 days, Cheng Huang's mentality is quite good.

Seeing Li Mingtao, his face is not red, he is not out of breath, he can tell even dirty jokes, and there is nothing to stop him from joking, and he can find out anything about the bed and off the bed.

The reason why he did this was because he didn't take Li Mingtao seriously at all, just for fun.

For Cheng Huang, playing with men and women is his two lifelong pursuits, and any part of his body can be treated badly, except for his little brother.

And there is no difference between the two in essence, it is nothing more than that one is pregnant and has a lot of troubles to deal with later, while the other can directly report to the WHO organization and contribute to the world's medical and genetic engineering research .

……

It's just such an out-of-shape guy, but now he's sitting in the car, fiddling with the thong in his hand, thinking seriously: Is that little slut asleep now...

After pinching his unfinished cigarette and throwing it out of the car window together with his thong, Cheng Huang skillfully reversed the car out of the garage, drove south along the second ring road, and finally drove into the Roman Garden in the north of the city.

Taking the elevator, going upstairs, shaking the key to open the door, a figure rushed over.

Zhang Hao put his arms around Cheng Huang's neck, his whole body was almost hanging on him, gnawing and biting crazily on Cheng Huang's face and neck. Wherever he passed, there were dense tooth marks, which were painful and itchy.

Cheng Huang was overwhelmed, and while hiding, he complained: "Fuck, please be gentle."

"Who told you not to come for more than half a month, you really fucking miss me..." Zhang Hao didn't show any mercy, and kissed fiercely again, he didn't even bother to pull his shirt, and went directly to untie the belt on Cheng Huang's trousers.

Cheng Huang half pushed and half said: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Zhang Hao stared at Cheng Huang's eager protrusion, and smiled coquettishly: "It's so big? I can't be in a hurry." Then he knelt down, unzipped his trousers, and swallowed it in his mouth.

Cheng Huang snorted uncontrollably, and pulled Zhang Hao's hair to stop him from going any further: "You haven't taken a shower yet, don't you think it smells bad?"

"I just like your smell, if you don't believe me touch it," Zhang Hao licked his lips, stood up, and rubbed Cheng Huang's hand between his legs.

Cheng Huang's subordinates took great strength, pinched Zhang Hao's thick thing hard, and cursed with a smile: "You are so fucking coquettish."

With that said, without further delay, he directly pulled Zhang Hao onto the bed.

It's strange to say that Zhang Hao has been obsessed with cleanliness since he was a child. In his eyes, the world is composed of hundreds of millions of bacteria, and everything must be clean and sterile, but he spent more than half a year with Cheng Huang, a big cancerous ghost. However, he has never thought him dirty. Of course, relaxing the requirements for Emperor Cheng does not mean that he is not strict with himself.

Therefore, when Cheng Huang smelled a faint fragrance mixed with male body odor wafting from Zhang Hao's body, his lust was completely aroused. Maybe it was too long since he had been active on this fragrant little slut. Cheng Huang's "sword" did not Use it a few times, and it's all over...

It was done so quickly, Cheng Huang blamed it on playing billiards all night, and his mental gloomy. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze.

Cheng Huang's virtue made Zhang Hao very angry. For more than half a month, he didn't even see a single hair. He was so anxious to think about it that he was finally looking forward to it. Mom leaked.

"Wake up, hey, I'm talking about you, wake up," Zhang Hao pushed Cheng Huang hard a few times: "Brother, I said you are too bad, just a few times, and all the fuck came out, I haven't had enough of it yet."

Cheng Huang's eyes were sleepy, and he faltered: "Your brother can't do it now. A 30-year-old man with a 60-year-old kidney is not easy to lift. Thousands of sails are exhausted, eyes are full of desolation, chrysanthemums are raised, and the ground is full of injuries..."

The later words belonged to the nonsense of the brain dozing period, but they could still be rhymed, which made Zhang Hao dumbfounded.

He slapped Cheng Huang's ass: "What are you talking about? Get up, get up quickly..."

Cheng Huang didn't bother to talk to him this time, and directly covered his head with a pillow.

The fire in Zhang Hao's chest surged again and again, he was always unscrupulous, full of dirty tricks, without even thinking about it, he turned over and sat on Cheng Huang's body, bent down and began to lick him inch by inch.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Huang, who was awakened, frowned at him, his voice extremely impatient.

"What else can I do? Fuck you." Zhang Hao stretched out his hand to touch Cheng Huang's underside, and it was obvious that his head was raised again. He frowned and smiled twitchingly: "I can't sleep, and you can't sleep well either..."

Before the words fell, Zhang Hao was crushed by Cheng Huang in a panic.

Cheng Huang bit Zhang Hao's collarbone, and rubbed and squeezed Zhang Hao's thigh with his hands: "Are you fat enough? How dare you fuck me? You fucking owe it to me again, don't you?"

Zhang Hao under him giggled and begged for mercy, brother, I was wrong, next time it's you who toss me, can't you...

I don't know if Zhang Hao's laughter is really touching, or Cheng Huang is just trying to get a good night's sleep. The vigorous gnawing on Zhang Hao's collarbone gradually turned into tossing and sucking, moving up the neck all the way, Finally, put the entire earlobe in your mouth.

As Zhang Hao under him was breathing more and more heavily, Cheng Huang also entered a state of preparation.

The moon outside the window is mottled, and the night is heavy with dew. The entire Roman garden is like a dead city. The two big men in the room are sweating profusely, and the bed is shaking so much that it will fall apart immediately...