shallow affection

Nightingale Bar, the light is blurred, the sweet fragrance permeates, the melodious piano sound echoes in the closed space, playing on Andy Warhol's photos, on the thick black tires in the stands on the second floor, and the guests coming and going On their grotesque shadows.

In the booth near the door, Fang Mingzhan was lazily crossing his legs, holding a glass of martini in his right hand and a half-lit cigarette in his left hand, staring at the man sitting near the bar.

From his direction, only the blurred profile of the man can be seen. Under the ambiguous crimson light, the man is sitting lazily, with his right hand resting on the bar, propping his forehead in a nonchalant manner, while his left hand naturally hangs down, sometimes holding a wine glass Taking a sip, he fiddled with the broken hair on his sideburns from time to time, his movements were slow and meticulous.He was wearing a black flight jacket with the zipper open, and inside was a V-neck T-shirt with a slight sparkle, which was slim enough but not clinging to the skin, and paired with loose jeans, the sexiness was just right.He sat there, breathing the turbid desire|hormone in the air, teasing|teasing everyone present with every move.However, he himself didn't seem to notice it, and he still sat leisurely on the high stool, drinking leisurely, receiving attention as if nothing had happened, Martin boots dangling in mid-air, and the rivets reflected light, dazzling Itchy.

The smoke burned to the fingertips, Fang Mingzhan pressed it out calmly, and at the same time quietly watched another accoster return without success.

The lingering piano was still lingering, and after a while, he let out an unintelligible hum, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, got up and walked towards the bar.

He stood behind the man, bent slightly, and talked to the bartender over the other's shoulder—asked for a glass of Cointreau, and as he got closer, the man's beautifully shaped earlobes and slender swan neck broke into his vision, and at the same time, he smelled A refreshing herbal fragrance.

With body temperature approaching, the man turned his head—their eyes met.

The light reflected in the depths of each other's dark eyes, perhaps some emotions arose, but in this sticky night, all fluctuations were swallowed up, like plants trapped in a swamp, disappearing silently.Fang Mingzhan's Adam's apple moved, he straightened up and opened the distance between the two, and greeted in a casual manner: "Jian Qingli, what a coincidence."

"Fang Mingzhan," Jian Qingli presumptuously looked at the man in front of him. He has a long cashmere trench coat, a smoke gray shirt, handsome features, short hair, and a typical appearance of a young talent. He can't see the bad guys in the past, "really? You... haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you were studying for a Ph. D. in England, when did you come back?"

Fang Mingzhan asked flatly, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Hey, so stingy," Jian Qingli said coquettishly and grinningly, "We have such a deep friendship, I can't ask."

He has an unforgettable face, so beautiful and angular, his eyebrows are thick and light, they are raised at the brow bone, and then gently fall back, his eyes are slightly round, when he is not smiling, he is cute and innocent, smart and cunning, once he squints When she woke up, the smile lines at the end of her eyes were full of coquettishness.

"Really, then tell me, what friendship do I have with you?" Fang Mingzhan sat down on the high stool on his left, with his long legs propped on the ground. Sometimes he also appears indifferent. If it is the first time to meet someone, he must be beating drums in his heart and dare not take the initiative to deal with him.But Jian Qingli is different, he knows Fang Mingzhan well, and has seen this man's gentleness, so he won't be fooled by his stern handsome face.

"It's probably a friendship that we slept together." Jian Qingli smiled brightly, her eyes seduce him frivolously.

Under the sudden dim light, Fang Mingzhan's face became a little gloomy, he paused for a while, and said with a sneer: "There must be many people who have friendship with you."

Jian Qingli's two pink lips touched, he hesitated to speak, he held his chin, and approached Fang Mingzhan pretending to be mysterious, "Then besides sleeping together, isn't there anything else? What a special relationship, just It's with you, isn't it, brother?"

The last two words are swaying, light and fluffy, and extremely ambiguous.

Fang Mingzhan stopped talking and just stared at him.

They haven't seen each other for four years. During this short period of time, they suddenly became powerful and inflated, showing a sense of distance and strangeness between each other.

Jian Qingli felt a little uncomfortable, and changed the subject: "You come back this time, do you still want to go?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't argue any more, and replied cooperatively: "It depends."

"Oh." Jian Qingli raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, pinched the empty glass in his hand, and tapped the bar counter lightly. "Where is the high school?"

Fang Mingzhan mocked: "What do you think?"

Jian Qingli pouted her lower lip, said "I shouldn't have asked", and said, "The old man's company."

Fang Mingzhan didn't speak, he added another sentence: "Yes, Mr. Fang."

"And you."

"Me?" Jian Qingli tilted her body for a moment, as if she was drunk, and quickly sat upright, and said nonchalantly, "I'm a fool. I can barely be considered a photographer, taking photos for fashion magazines."

Fang Mingzhan let out a "hmm".

Jian Qingli laughed loudly: "Boss Fang is affirming me?"

He has not changed at all, he is still the same as before, outspoken, bold and unrestrained, but no matter how eccentric the words are, they are not annoying when they come out of his mouth.It may be because he is too frank, or it may be because he has a good-looking face.

With this face, Jian Qingli took advantage of him.In kindergarten, I had a fight with a classmate in Strawberry Class, and ran to Watermelon Class crying to find him, and showed him the scratches on his arm that were as thick as a strand of hair. Take the "seniors" to avenge him.When I went to the scene, I found that the "bully" described by Jian Qingli was already black and blue, and he was beaten to death by him.Jian Qingli is still chasing after him, and threatens the other party with his arms akimbo. If you dare to bully Tiantian next time, I will let my brother beat you up!When Fang Mingzhan and his little followers heard this, they all puffed up their chests and raised their heads to support him.

The little devil looked around, flattened his mouth, and cried "Wow".

Jian Qingli loved heroes to save beauties when she was a child.The girl whose nickname was Tian Tian met in the same high school as them later, and fell in love with him almost without accident. She persisted and pursued him fiercely, which made Fang Mingzhan jealous for a long time.

Fang Mingzhan was immersed in memories, and suddenly found that Jian Qingli was looking at him, with probing, curious, provocative eyes in his eyes, so he smiled faintly and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Auntie okay?" Jian Qingli asked.

"Okay, you didn't piss her off back then, but now no one is bothering her, how could it be bad."

Jian Qingli was embarrassed, regretting that she had asked this question.What he did back then hurt not only a woman, but also Fang Mingzhan who was sitting in front of him at the moment and had interlocked his fingers.

However, there was no resentment on Fang Mingzhan's face, only a slight self-mockery in his tone, which made Jian Qingli feel nervous for no reason.

Fang Mingzhan asked, "Where's your mother?"

"Passed away, just last year."

Fang Mingzhan was surprised, pretending to be surprised.He refused to reveal that he had inquired about Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli shrugged: "It's your mother who had the last laugh."

Fang Mingzhan pursed his lips, and let out a muffled hum from his nasal cavity, which seemed to be a wry smile. "what happened?"

"Breast cancer." Jian Qingli said in a few words, "She had discovered that there were lumps in her breasts a long time ago. She hid her disease and avoided medical treatment, and refused to tell me. Later, the cancer cells metastasized."

The piano piece was changed, and in the brief silence between the new and old pieces, Fang Mingzhan said, "My condolences."

"Don't be sad, she left with a smile. Mother and child, I don't owe her anything, and she doesn't owe me anything."

"The old man bought two adjacent cemeteries." Fang Mingzhan glanced at him, "Where did you bury her?"

Jian Qingli was very disdainful: "Of course not. Before my mother died, she told me not to be buried with him. Besides, isn't that the land reserved for your mother?"

Seeing Fang Mingzhan's expression froze, he quickly added: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to curse your mother."

Fang Mingzhan didn't answer, they looked away and remained silent for a while.

Jian Qingli once again hooked the broken hair from his sideburns behind his ears. His hair was very black and shiny, and it grew to his shoulders. It reflected five-color brilliance under the blurred light, dazzling and shining. "Speaking of which," he slightly raised his voice to attract Fang Mingzhan's attention, then posted it up, and asked very close, "President Fang doesn't sleep at night, what are you doing in the bar?"

The voice is hoarse and full of lust.

"What do you say?"

"Then I can't guess."

Fang Mingzhan snorted coldly, stood up and stretched his long legs.After walking two steps, he stopped and didn't look back, but turned his face slightly, as if hinting at something.

Jian Qingli blinked and followed up knowingly.

They left the bar one after another. When they left, someone whistled at Jian Qingli, and he blew a kiss back.

Fang Mingzhan took out the car keys and unlocked a black Bentley.The cold wind in early spring blew by, and Jian Qingli was a little cold. She folded her arms and refused to get in the car. She tapped her chin to the southwest and complained, "Where are you going? There is a four-star hotel over there."

Fang Mingzhan opened the passenger door, and said calmly, "You are quite familiar."

Jian Qingli choked for a moment, and missed the opportunity to explain or refute. He rubbed his elbows, stopped being pretentious, and trotted into the car.

It's a completely different feeling in a bar than in a car.Without the lingering music and dim lights, the empty environment forced Jian Qingli to focus on Fang Mingzhan.

There are still changes, after all, it has been four years.But what was different specifically, he couldn't tell, he just felt that Fang Mingzhan was much more mature than before.He never mentioned what happened back then, and he talked calmly and decently with himself. I don't know if he let go or didn't care.

Jian Qingli felt around and praised: "Boss Fang has a successful career, and he even drives a Bentley."

Fang Mingzhan responded calmly: "He also left you an inheritance."

Jian Qingli said: "I don't want dirty money."

Fang Mingzhan looked ahead, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "I want it, so I'm dirty?"

"That's different," Jian Qingli said inscrutably, "My surname is not Fang."

In the middle of the night, there are few pedestrians on the road, and the lonely street lights fade away one by one in the rearview mirror.

"Not yet?" Actually, it only took 10 minutes to drive out, but Jian Qingli was already impatient.

Fang Mingzhan turned on the right turn signal, and the car nimbly drove into a quiet residential area.

"You live here?" Jian Qingli followed him out of the car, went upstairs, and made a few funny expressions at the clean mirror in the elevator.Fang Mingzhan kept silent, and when the elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor, he went out first and entered his fingerprints in front of the door of Room 1702.

Fang Mingzhan's apartment is a duplex, and as soon as Jian Qingli entered, warm yellow lights rushed towards him, dispelling the chill outside.He opened his eyes wide, and before he had time to take a closer look at the layout and decoration of Fang Ming's house, he was pressed against the metal door. With a "click", the door locked behind him.

"So urgent?" At this moment, the tip of their nose was almost touching the tip of their nose, their breaths were blowing on each other's faces, and the lust in their eyes was clearly visible.

"Don't take a shower first? Although I took a shower before I came..." Jian Qingli took off his coat, felt a cold and rough hand get into his T-shirt, and couldn't help shivering sensitively.

Fang Mingzhan pressed up even tighter, his vigorous desire | pressed against Jian Qingli, his lips moved, as if he wanted to kiss him, but finally he lowered his head, bit Jian Qingli's collarbone, and said in a low voice: "Don't pretend to be like me!" , as soon as the pants are taken off, he is just a coquettish fox, learning how to play hard to get."

Not only was Jian Qingli not angry, but he smiled instead. He relaxed his body, accepted Fang Mingzhan's not-so-gentle caress|caress, and said unforgivingly: "Can you learn some fashionable words, can the little wild cat and little goblin understand? Who Is it a fox?"

Fang Mingzhan ignored him, touched his nipple, and twisted it hard.

Jian Qingli cried out in pain and pleasure, he is a bit masochistic in sexual matters, Fang Mingzhan, the devil, knows it best.

"Touch this side too," he clasped Fang Mingzhan's broad back, shrugged his right shoulder forward, and took the initiative to send himself into the other party's hands.But Fang Mingzhan didn't do what he wanted, instead he pulled his pants.

Jian Qingli was wearing jeans, with small feet, which were torn off by Fang Mingzhan and piled up a few centimeters below his knees, entangled him like shackles.

His small tent was set up high, and Fang Mingzhan flicked it with his hand, laughing inexplicably.

Jian Qingli rarely felt a little embarrassed, his thighs were bare all over his body, like a funny clown, if Fang Mingzhan kissed him passionately, this lewd | scene would become softer and more harmonious.But they didn't kiss, although the body rubbed hard, the atmosphere was always alienated.

I don't know if Fang Mingzhan also felt uncomfortable, he turned Jian Qingli over roughly, and pressed Jian Qingli on his back like subduing a prisoner.

Jian Qingli's right cheek was pressed against the cold door panel, her hands were raised beside her ears, and a seductive gleam appeared in her half-drooped eyelids, staring at Fang Mingzhan who was close at hand.

Fang Mingzhan bit his protruding shoulder blade, Jian Qingli hissed, and before he could cry out the pain, Fang Mingzhan took off his underwear neatly.

A finger poked in without warning, Jian Qingli frowned, bit her lower lip with her teeth, then slowly let go, and let out a long breath.

"It's tight." Fang Mingzhan teased viciously.

Jian Qingli rolled her black eyes, looked at him fixedly, and spat out a few words in retaliation: "Everyone who has done it says so."

Fang Mingzhan pressed his slightly upturned face back to the door, and Jian Qingli smiled sullenly under his palm, and licked his palm with a flexible pink tongue.

After a stabbing sound, Fang Mingzhan supported Jian Qingli's waist, pointed his swollen penis at the narrow hole, rubbed it twice, as if trying to break in.

"I'm relying on Fang Mingzhan, what are you doing!" Jian Qingli's face turned pale and he was furious. This was the first time they spoke so quickly after their reunion tonight.

Fang Mingzhan stabbed lightly, with a strong sense of threat.

Jian Qingli struggled twice, failed to break free, turned his head with great effort, and stared at Fang Mingzhan: "Don't go crazy!"

After all, Fang Mingzhan didn't care about his life and found a hand cream from the drawer of the shoe cabinet.Soon, Jian Qingli felt a mass of wet and sticky stuff pushed by a finger and invaded his body.

He twisted his waist impatiently, his lower abdomen was hot, and his raised penis rubbed against the door panel, making continuous and dull noises.

Even though we hadn't seen each other for more than four years, Fang Mingzhan quickly touched his sensitive spots and skillfully massaged them. Jian Qingli couldn't stand it after a while, opened her moist and gorgeous lips, panting lightly and sometimes heavily.

Fang Mingzhan had been hard for a long time, and it was painful to hold back. Seeing that the expansion was almost done, he pulled out his fingers and pushed the penis in inch by inch.

Jian Qingli, who was immersed in lust, regained his sobriety. His hands pressing on the door panel trembled slightly. He was obviously not used to the invasion of giants, but he tried his best to endure, his tight waistline was smooth and fragile.

Fang Mingzhan also held his breath until the root was completely submerged, and then let out a satisfied and slight sigh.

The two fit together like a mortise and tenon. Jian Qingli felt his body heat up, and raised the corners of his mouth out of breath. Before he could speak, Fang Mingzhan interrupted him coldly: "Shut up."

He held Jian Qingli's thin but strong waist, and hit him hard without waiting for him to get used to it.Jian Qingli let out a series of hoarse and light groans. Fang Ming was too strong on the top of the stack, and he was still the same as before. When he got angry, he forgot everything. He felt that his soul was about to be knocked out of his body. Following the opponent's movement, the stem hit the metal door one after another.

Fang Mingzhan put one hand around his chest, and played with his previously neglected nipples.

After a hundred or so thrusts, Jian Qingli's legs were so weak that she slid straight down, and was dragged back by Fang Mingzhan's belly, and fucked hard non-stop.

His current posture is very unsightly, his two limp hands are barely supporting the anti-theft door, his buttocks are forced up, it seems that he has lost all defenses, and he can only let the big guys of Fang Mingzhan whip and conquer.

Panting heavily, Jian Qingli begged, "I can't stand anymore, let me walk up on my knees?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't answer, but the pumping|thrusting action was suspended, Jian Qingli hurriedly knelt down, and used the carpet at the door as a cushion, before Fang Mingzhan had time to catch his breath, Fang Mingzhan inserted again.

"Mr. Fang, how long have you been a vegetarian? You are so brave." Jian Qingli swung her waist and hips so that the other party's penis brushed against her comfortable spot. It was clearly a sensual movement, but it was incomparably done nature.

He never hides his desire and satisfaction during sex, and he never thinks that a lower position is inferior to others. What he pursues is only the pleasure of orgasm, and since Fang Mingzhan can give him pleasure, he can do whatever he wants.

Don't talk about love, that's too unrealistic, not to mention the strange emotions he read from Fang Mingzhan's eyes that were captured by lust. Combined with the fierce impact, Jian Qingli has reason to believe that he hates himself.

I don't know how long this sex lasted, but when everything died down, Jian Qingli was so tired that his eyelids were about to close.As soon as Fang Mingzhan let go of the force that restrained him, he slid to the floor like a puddle of mud.

The warm yellow light suddenly became dazzling. He raised his forearm to cover his forehead, his lower body was naked, his two long legs were spread out indifferently, and his lower abdomen was covered with white turbidity.

Fang Mingzhan picked up his trousers and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Before leaving, he threw a pack of tissue paper to Jian Qingli. The tissue hit his red and swollen nipple. Jian Qingli felt pain, but he didn't even have the strength to grin his teeth.

After a while, the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, which was soothing and soothing to the ears.Jian Qingli yawned, recalling the intense sexual encounter just now.Fang Mingzhan didn't speak, and he wasn't allowed to speak, so there was nothing but crackling sounds and panting one after another.No kisses either.It's no different from the scenes of animal sex on TV shows, the male dog jumps on the female dog's back, or the male penguin pinches the male penguin, shaking like a piling.

Are those animals happy?Are they doing this out of love?Jian Qingli thought endlessly, and soon laughed at her own imagination.Suddenly, he recalled when he was a child, when such scenes were broadcast in the animal world, his elegant and beautiful mother changed the channel with embarrassment.So funny.

Fang Mingzhan came out of the shower, put on a dark blue nightgown, walked barefoot near the entrance, and looked at Jian Qingli condescendingly.

Jian Qingli's posture was still the same as before, the red acupuncture point was looming, his lower abdomen and thighs were bruised and purple, Fang Mingzhan wanted to hold him down and do it again with his appearance.

"I know why you fucked me at the door. You mean to get out of here." Jian Qingli put down her shading arms, got up lazily, and slowly pulled up her pants, mixed with semen and hand cream The viscous substance of the foam flowed down the base of his legs. He nonchalantly took out a few paper towels and wiped them carelessly.Suddenly, he paused, raised his head and smiled at Fang Mingzhan, obediently and obsequiously: "Can I stay here tonight?"

Fang Mingzhan only hesitated for a short time, then pointed to the room on the south side of the first floor, and said briefly: "Guest room."

He didn't give Jian Qingli any more introductions, and went upstairs to rest on his own.Jian Qingli went to the bathroom next to the guest room to take a shower, saw a half-wet bath towel on the shelf, picked it up and smelled it.

He scrubbed his body under the steaming shower, stretched his hand into his butt to clean it with difficulty, and complained to the silent walls around, the bright bathroom heater, and the non-slip mat under his feet: "Fang Mingzhan is too unkind now. "

Naturally, there was no answer, and Jian Qingli didn't care, and whistled softly.After rinsing, he wrapped the towel that Fang Mingzhan had used around his waist, wiped away a piece of the foggy mirror, smiled at the handsome guy with red eyes and a little laid-back temperament, and left the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the door, he was busy making love, and it was only then that Jian Qingli had the opportunity to look at Fang Mingzhan's apartment.He walked around the kitchen, living room, and balcony, and appreciated the decoration style of the apartment.Fang Mingzhan uses all Morandi colors, from large chandeliers to wall cabinets, to small faucets for vases, all of which are simple and elegant in design.

After reading it, he went back to the guest bedroom, lifted the silk bed cover, rolled it up and stuffed it into the closet.There were several windbreakers and suits hanging in the closet. Jian Qingli looked at them carefully, and expressed his disdain for Fang Mingzhan's old-fashioned dressing style.

He huddled naked under the duvet and turned off the bedside lamp.At the very first moment, the eyes were pitch black, and when the eyes gradually adapted, the black was divided into layers, with different shades and scattered in the room.

Jian Qingli was very tired, but couldn't fall asleep, and rolled over and over on the bed.Footsteps came from the ceiling, unhurriedly, gently stirring his nerves in the silent night.

It turned out that Fang Mingzhan slept on it.

After this purely factual and emotionless thought appeared, it persisted for a while, all because Jian Qingli was tired and lazy, and he didn't want to squeeze it away with active brain cells.

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and Jian Qingli also felt sleepy.When he was about to fall asleep, there was always a feeling of emptiness and uneasiness in his heart. He suddenly thought of someone, so he opened an anonymous social app called prelife, found Leo in the friend list, and sent a message: "Today and The ex-boyfriend met and had a sexual encounter, and now he is sleeping at his house."