[FTISLAND Hoon Ki] Secret1969

He was obviously very proud on weekdays, but at this moment he showed vulnerability.Standing on the side of the road, he passed by his classmates, turning a deaf ear to everyone's greetings, but biting his lower lip tightly, and the white part had no moisture and was already dry and cracked.

Cui Zhongxun felt that he was going crazy, looking at him like that, moistening himself like that, seemed to be able to supplement something.Under Hongji's unblinking gaze, he had no choice but to let go of the hands that were wrapped around his shoulders together with his jacket.

"Cui Youyou is also very greasy today, why are you so kind to me?" Hongji rolled his eyes angrily.

"You're not in a hurry at all. If I come a little later, you're going to fall down." He hugged him again, only to find that Hongji didn't refuse.The little joy immediately dispelled the grievances that he had guarded the school building for many days.

"Okay, I'm strong!"

"Where you are strong, you are so thin."

"Everyone says I'm fat, okay?"

Although he has been exposed to music since childhood, Choi Jong-hoon has never liked the guitar.Learning the piano is also the meaning of the family. When I grow up, I am even more fortunate because of the beautiful hand shape, because girls say so.

The first time I realized the existence of the guitar was when I kept watching Hongki singing.Affectionate, focused, hysterical, and pouring everything into it, he suddenly burst into tears.

Touched, moved for no reason, filled his internal organs and was going to drown him.Even without the audience, the singing still echoed in my ears.

"Why don't you go in?" Zhong Xun had to bend down to observe Hongji's expression, but the restless person was always looking left and right.

"I'm waiting for my girlfriend."

"Just kidding?"

"Well, yes." Hongji raised his head and said suddenly, "There are too many people, I don't want to go in."

Not to mention the inside, there are few people on the road outside. After all, the time has passed, and the school bell might ring later.The security guard at the door is an uncle in his 50s, who sat on a chair and shook it.

Zhong Xun glanced at Hongji, hesitant to speak.

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Years later, we still haven't changed.

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Since the woman hugged him, Hongji has lost his voice.

This woman is much older than him, and this has always been his choice.In fact, a woman's age does not affect anything, as time goes by, she will have a different attraction.But he will not accept a difference of eight years or more, everyone has principles and bottom lines.

For an artist, falling in love is more unblessed than getting married. Fortunately, he has no plans to get married.Occasionally, he will not embarrass himself for the occasional physical needs, he must be liberated, and he must vent.

Many years ago, I didn't experience any experience with girls. At this moment, my body is wrapped in a soft feminine breath, not only enjoying it, but also becoming more bold.This is man in front of woman.

"What do you want to do."

"What happened to Hongjixi today?"

But I don't know where there is a problem. I met last time, and this time I called again.The first thing you think about when you open the door is not to be seen by reporters, because someone will fix it.Instead, he thought that there was a third person in the room.

Facing Hongji's distraction, the woman looked very surprised.In her opinion, all men are full-blooded, so naturally they cannot resist the temptation.Thinking of this, she pulled down her clothes to make the plump breasts looming.

The movement is like a superficial touch, very light and light.Gagged, Hongji jumped up from the bed as if he had seen some kind of scourge.It turned out that Cui Zhongxun pushed the door open.Why didn't he answer whether there was beer in the refrigerator a few minutes ago, Hongji began to feel annoyed.

The woman's clothes are disheveled, but Hongji is able to do a job with ease.It seemed that he was free at home, so he only wore a long shirt, and it seemed that for convenience, he even unbuttoned three buttons.Now because of the interruption, I frowned and looked over.

"You seem to be very busy." Zhong Xun smiled slightly, still holding an unopened bottle of wine in his hand.

"It's...not bad." He bit his tongue.

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Choi Jong-hoon once had such a conversation with Song Seung-hyun——

"Have you ever DIYed?"

"Why are you asking this? Brother Zhong Xun, you really..."

"Just want to know. Everyone has a fantasy object when they DIY, right?"

"Well, you can say it like this... My words, of course... Ah, no! You are talking about me!"

"Isn't that what I said...Seung Hyun is really honest."

"how about you?"

"Um?"

"Who is the object of your phantom?"

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After drinking the excess wine, the shape of the wine glass is not very clear.It's clear that there are two people living there, but there's still one person nestling on the sofa. This situation is no different from before.

Why do you want to be a police officer?

Hongji once asked him so angrily.I still remember the expression at that time very clearly, the almost hoarse roar, the stiff back that never folded, and the lips that spit out stubborn words.

It really was decided long ago that it would become what it is today.

The phone rang, and while he pretended not to hear it, he persevered, as if trying to wake up the owner.The master finally came back to his senses and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Hello, Officer Cui."

"Oh, it's you." A colleague.

"The clues of the case four years ago have made new progress."

"Really." Sitting down again, no matter how much wine there is, there will be no problem.Cui Zhongxun raised his hand and swept aside the bangs blocking his eyes, "I'm in this city."

"Yes, I know, you were sent by the superior. Compared with this, I hope you have time to touch the computer. There is something here for you to read."

"The phone doesn't work?"

"I don't think so."

Do things without a source really have no source?If that was the case, there would be no such profession in the world.Perhaps facing Hongki is a different side, but only facing him, Choi Jong-hoon does not have a service attitude that greets everyone with a smile on his face, especially at this juncture.

"I'm doing it for you, don't you know?" The masterpiece I created, I cleaned it up myself.Looking around again, Zhong Xun was relieved that there were no wine bottles tilted here and there, and there was no smell of alcohol in the air.

Watching the man go out, the hands holding on to the railing tightened involuntarily.Hongji turned around and found that the woman had also got off the bed. Her naked body was unbelievably beautiful. If he were an artist, he would probably be reluctant to touch such a work of art.But he is not.He is a man, a man with desire and blood.

With one step, he grabbed the opponent's wrist.With too much strength, the woman gasped.Just like that, Hongji was pushed on the door panel, and Hongji pressed his whole body on it. At this moment, the restrained hostility appeared at this moment. He stretched out his hand and clasped the woman's chin, watching like this, but didn't move.

"I'm here for you..."

He heard the words.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and his eyes became calm again.Hongji let go of the woman who was still expecting him, and said lightly, "Go out."

"what happened?"

"Not feeling well today."

Not only is it uncomfortable, so many things are watching, is it okay to do it?