chase a hammer

Li Wen's expression changed, he looked at Wu Chu and said, "Are you kidding me?"

Amidst the murmurs of the rebellious teenagers around, Wu Chu said calmly without changing his face: "I admitted the wrong person."

He looked really calm, and he didn't show any abnormality in front of a group of flamboyant rich second generations. Instead, he threw the helmet to Liwen instead, looking very casual.

Those rich second generations laughed and whistled at Wu Chu, and the rich second generations who were good at Wu Chu in the circle said to him ambiguously: "Mistake the wrong person?"

"Then take a closer look, do you look familiar to me?"

There are not a few people in the circle who appear in front of them under the pretext of admitting to the wrong person, and if they like it, they tacitly agree to it, take it back to have a romantic night, and finally buy a bag for that person and write a check.

If you get along well and have a close eye, you can develop a long-term relationship after investigation.

Although this method is risky, for those who have no way to approach this circle, it can be regarded as a way to seek wealth and wealth.

In their view, Wu Chu is obviously one of those people, but he just doesn't know how to choose someone.

It's not good to choose anyone, but Yin Jin was chosen. Who in the circle doesn't know that Yin Jin has nothing to do with this kind of thing.

One of the rich second generations turned his head to the person beside him and said, "How are you?"

The rich second generation next to him stared at Wu Chu, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "That's the only way to be so fucking exciting."

"Let me tell you first, no one is fucking allowed to snatch me."

The boy leaning on the car didn't lift his eyelids, but pressed the cigarette on the hood of the sports car below him expressionlessly, looking not in a particularly good mood.

And no one in Wu Chu's eight hundred lifetimes would dare to whistle at him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned to look at the rich second generation who hadn't even grown his hair yet.

The rich second generation misunderstood Wu Chu's meaning, he stood up straight, his eyes lit up, and he said to Wu Chu in a more ambiguous tone: "Look at me, do I look familiar?"

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that he has taken a fancy to Wu Chu.

Wu Chu raised his eyebrows even more fiercely. He stared at the rich second generation with a strange expression on his face, thinking about what kind of monsters and monsters are around Yin Jin?

The rich second generation waved at him with a smile, and turned his head to signal Wu Chu to sit on the back seat of his motorcycle.

Amidst the whistling and laughter, the boy leaning on the car suddenly said with a cold face: "Do you also like a fraudster?"

Wu Chu: "???"

The laughter suddenly subsided, and the rich second generation was stunned. He turned his head and looked at Yin Jin. He first observed Yin Jin's face, but he couldn't detect any emotion from that cold face.

He couldn't figure out what Yin Jin meant, so he could only follow Yin Jin's words and hesitantly asked Wu Chu: "Are you really a fraud?"

Wu Chu: "..."

Before Wu Chu could speak, a silver lighter was thrown in the air, and Wu Chu subconsciously reached out to catch the flying lighter.

The rich second generations looked at each other, watched Yin Jin stand up straight, and said to the man with a cold face, "Come here."

After all, he turned around and walked towards his car, as if he wanted to take someone back.

Wu Chu twirled the silver lighter with his fingertips. After thinking for a while, Yin Jin probably wouldn't do anything to him, so he followed Yin Jin obediently, opened the car door very naturally under the eyes of everyone, and sat in the co-pilot.

The group of rich second generations behind them were dumbfounded.

Li Wen's eyes almost popped out, he could see that Yin Jin wasn't lying just now, if he said he didn't know the man who suddenly appeared by the side of the road in the middle of the night, he didn't know this man.

But what is going on now?

Wu Chu, who opened the car door over there, just sat down when he heard his lover say to him in a cold tone: "Sit in the back."

Wu Chu: "..."

He smiled and told himself not to take the bullshit dream seriously, took a few deep breaths, closed the co-pilot's door, and opened the back door sullenly.

Yin Jin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, still had a cold face. Like who the hell owed him millions, he took out a cigarette, put his hand on the car window and said in a sarcasm, "Are you so profligate?"

"Is it true that as long as you are a driver, you can get in someone's car?"

The boy's tone was somewhat sarcastic, but in fact, there was a resentment hidden deep in the tone that even the boy himself didn't know.

If he hadn't spoken just now, would this man have gotten into the car of those people like those people before?

Then just like before, sit in the co-pilot naturally, and then do something that an adult should do when the affection is strong?

Wu Chu's expression became more and more strange. He looked at his lover and asked with a complicated expression, "Are you familiar with these things?"

"Do these things often?"

Yin Jin rudely put out the cigarette butt on the ashtray, and said coldly, "It's not as good as you."

What a fucking wave.

With someone else's hickey on his neck, he came out to take advantage of him.

The most fucking thing is that he is now being taken advantage of.

Or he was being taken advantage of by himself.

Yin Jin's face became more and more serious. He stared at the man's face in the rearview mirror under the dim light. He couldn't even figure out why his heart throbbed when the man stepped off the motorcycle with long legs and took off his helmet. Terribly.

Obviously the man didn't even take off his helmet, only showing a pair of wild animal eyes, his eyes were firmly fixed on the man.

Yin Jin only knew that the moment the man took off his helmet against the headlights and showed his unruly eyes, he subconsciously stood up slightly and stared at the man motionlessly.

When Li Wen asked him if he knew this man, Yin Jin only stared at the hickey on the man's neck that seemed to have been sucked out, his face was very cold.

Of course he knew this kind of routine in the circle, even when he didn't see the hickey on the man's neck, for the first time, he felt a little absurd about looking forward to this kind of routine, just like a young boy in adolescence.

Obviously the origin of the man in front of him was unknown, and he had never seen this man before, and he didn't even know the name of the man in front of him, so he felt a little anticipation absurdly.

But all the secretly surging emotions that followed froze when he saw the hickey on the man's neck.

Then Yin Jin heard the man say that he had admitted to the wrong person.

In other words, it is not just the sentence that the man said to admit the wrong person, but also the words that some unknown people around him said.

——"That's what makes it so fucking exciting."

——"What's so exciting, it looks hard, and it's not as soft as the little white rabbit that I heard next to me two days ago..."

——"You know what a fart, this kind of person starts to cry on the bed, tsk, it's fucking amazing..."

The night wind on the Panshan Highway was so cool that it made people's hair cool, but it couldn't blow away the heat in Yin Jin's heart in the car.

He stared inch by inch through the rearview mirror at Wu Chu's neck and a clear collarbone in the back seat, even from the jaw to the earlobe.

After a while, Yin Jin suddenly asked coldly, "How much?"

Wu Chu, who fiddled with the phone until it ran out of battery, looked up with a dazed expression on his face: "What?"

Yin Jin's throat moved, and he simply took out some important cards in his wallet roughly, then threw the wallet full of money on the seat behind him, and said coldly in a hoarse voice: "That person will take care of you!" How many?"

"I'll pay double."

Wu Chu: "..."

Pretty.

He smiled at the wallet that fell on his knee.

When he returned to his lover, he not only found out that his lover, who was a good man at home, smoked and raced, but he was also a fucking schoolmaster who always smashed his wallet.

Are you going to fucking get your head permed tomorrow and collect all the rebellious three-piece suits?

"not enough?"

Yin Jin had a perverse temper, he stared at Wu Chu and said, "Who took care of you?"

It seemed that after Wu Chu said the name of that person, the next second he could press that person's head on the ground and kick it like a ball.

Wu Chu smiled while holding the wallet, "Enough."

Yin Jin stared at the man in front of him and said coldly, "Then take off your clothes."

Wu Chu: "..."

This dream is getting more and more outrageous.

Yin Jin looked at Wu Chu who had fallen silent, his eyes became colder and he said, "Wait for me to take it off for you?"

Wu Chu sighed, feeling numb to the development of this dream.

As for undressing?

The old couple who have been together for seven or eight years still care about undressing?

Thinking of this, Wu Chu was very calm, crossed his hands on his abdomen and took off his clothes neatly, revealing his extraordinarily beautiful abdominal muscles and mermaid lines.

"--sulfuric acid"

The lighter was flicked up and pressed down vigorously by Yin Jin. He stared almost motionlessly at the upper body of the person in front of him, which contained traces of love and desire.

From those traces, anyone can see how possessive that person is to the man in front of him.

Hold.

damn it.

He didn't know whether it was the proficiency of the person in front of him who undressed that made him angry or the marks on his body that made him angry.

In short, at this moment, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged up in his heart, burning his eyeballs red.

Yin Jin didn't know how the fire in his heart came up. He opened the car door with a sullen face, and then closed it forcefully.

There was a loud noise from the car door, and Wu Chu who was inside the car door was stunned, and then wanted to poke his head out of the window out of curiosity.

Yin Jin ran away in anger.

It is estimated that only those in dreams can see it.

But when Wu Chu's head was only half protruded, he was pushed back by the boy with red eyes. The boy bent over, pinched his chin and said coldly: "Is it really that fucking hot?"

"I don't know if I'm naked?"

Wu Chu's jaw was pinched hard, he frowned, feeling that his lover was somewhat wild.

Not a bit wild to be precise.

It's very wild.

Maybe it's because there is an element of aggression in men's nature, or maybe it's because Wu Chu thinks that the 38-year-old Yin Jin can't handle it by himself, but it doesn't make sense that he can't even handle Yin Jin.

It's even more likely that he completely regarded all this as a bizarre dream.

So in the next second, Wu Chu dragged the young lover in front of him and kissed her without hesitation.

Yin Jin's kissing skills are as good as Wu Chu's 21-year-old kissing skills, but now Wu Chu is 28 years old and has so many years of kissing experience.

So he completely took the dominant position in this kiss, and the person who had always been the dominant one was stiff all over at this moment, not even daring to close his eyes.

After a long kiss, Wu Chu felt refreshed. He leaned on the car window with one hand, licked his lips, reached out with a hooked smile, took out a cigarette from the pocket of the boy in front of him, and bit it in his mouth.

He bit his cigarette and said lazily, "You can't do this, little brother."

Yin Jin pushed him back into the car window, his usually indifferent face was blushing imperceptibly.

----

Three months later.

What's the hottest rumor in the circle right now?

It must be Yin Jinbao, the eldest son of the Yin family, who raised a man who was nearly 30 years old, who was more than ten years older than him.

Not only that, but Yin Jin also protected that man like an eyeball. No one had seen him well, except for the group of rich second generations who were on the Panshan Highway late that night.

A certain exclusive club.

"You said that person is like a fucking goblin, eating Ah Jin to death."

"Then that night, he still appeared on both sides of the road inexplicably. You said that he walked up by himself, and it is unlikely..."

Li Wen, who was drunk, continued with his tongue out: "Anyway, I think that the one who can eat Yin Jin to death must be a goblin..."

Yin Jin beside him had a cold face, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the dim light, and he kicked the person beside him vigorously when he heard this, with a half smile but a cold expression in his eyes: "Have you said enough? "

Li Wen clicked his tongue and made a begging gesture to him, then laughed and stopped talking about that late night.

But Yin Jin was in no mood to continue, he picked up the car keys and said calmly, "Let's go."

After all, he didn't listen to anyone's persuasion, and really walked outside.

After getting out of the box, the first thing Yin Jin did was to light a cigarette, and walked towards the elevator with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

In fact, history is right.

Wu Chu really appeared out of thin air.

No matter how much manpower Yin Jin used, he couldn't find any evidence that this person existed in this world.

Yin Jin's face darkened, and he was biting his cigarette butt with a little irritability. The long-term panic surged up again these days, and he was asked to step on the accelerator and go home at a high speed after getting in the car.

After returning home, Yin Jin pushed open the door a little anxiously, and subconsciously relieved after seeing the man on the sofa.

Hearing the movement, Wu Chu turned his head and said, "Are you back?"

Yin Jin didn't speak, but stooped to protect him while stepping on his slippers, put his chin on his shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "Wu Chu."

Wu Chu lazily responded, and patted Yin Jin's hairy head, sighing in his heart that this dream was worthwhile.

It's just that the boys are so fucking energetic.

These few almost killed him.

However, Wu Chu estimated that he had been having this dream for a long time, and he would wake up soon, so he was very tolerant of this lover now.

It can even be called pampering.

The way young people talk is anything but fuck.

Talking about business is done after the fact.

For example, after spending another afternoon in the dark, Wu Chu was leaning on the bed, smoking lazily, looking at Yin Jin who was packing the clothes on the floor with his upper body bare.

The bedroom was a little dark, and the boy bent over to tidy up the clothes on the floor suddenly said, "My birthday is in a few days."

Wu Chu closed his eyes and responded lazily with a nasal voice, and then he felt sleepiness welling up, and Yin Jin's voice became blurred.

"You came before……"

"I have something to say... say... you..."

Even at the end, the intermittent words stopped, and a deep lethargy flooded Wu Chu's head.

After a burst of violent heart palpitations, Wu Chu in reality suddenly got up, only to find that he was sleeping on the sofa in the living room, and the black cat was lying on his chest, licking him softly.

The light in the living room was also on, and the smell of corn ribs was already wafting from the kitchen.

Wu Chu was still a little dazed. When he lowered his head, he found that he was covered with a blanket. When he looked up again, he found Yin Jin, who was wearing home clothes, was holding fruit on the coffee table. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did you sleep for so long?"

Wu Chu was still a little uncomfortable. He swallowed, took out his phone and checked the time, and found that he had slept for more than three hours.

More than three months passed in the dream, and more than three hours of sleep in reality.

Wu Chu rubbed the center of his brows, and said with a bit of aftermath: "I fucking dreamed about you."

"You smoke, drink, race car, and fuck yourselves."

Although the person who made the package was him.

Yin Jin: "..."

Wu Chu continued: "You still beat me to death..."

After all, he rubbed against Yin Jin, and muttered happily to the man's face, "It's better to be in your 30s..."

At least he won't toss his old bones, and he won't gnash his teeth and call him a prostitute.