Edge of Rebirth

Su Qiyun was extremely depressed, so he called Lan Xinghui's cell phone, but the line was always busy!Busy!In the end, he just gave up and bought some duck cakes and went back to have a drink with him.So I changed the phone call into a text message, which probably meant that he would not go back to live tonight, but go home to see his mother.

And thus, Su Qiyun's no-return at night directly contributed to the tragic "fight" between Wang Jinfeng and Lan Xinghui in the second half.

By the way, Lan Xinghui, who was so drunk that he didn't even know his parents, rushed out of the studio and went straight to the public phone booth opposite, holding a piggy bank in his hand, which was full of things that he usually put into the piggy bank when he had nothing to do. Tossing a one-dollar coin.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar landline number, Wang Jinfeng answered it, and hung up quickly after half a second.Guess Lan Xinghui didn't drink Lafite from 82, he drank 82-degree horse urine, even if he drank industrial alcohol, he couldn't drink to his level...

Lan Xinghui hugged his piggy bank and searched all the way, tossed coins all the way and played all the way. Wang Jinfeng picked him up in the car, got off the car, walked, entered the elevator, and got off the elevator. Anyway, it was all kinds of pick-ups. .

Gentlemen also have a tender heart, especially Lan Xinghui, a hot-blooded man who has been unsuccessful for more than ten years. He has been struggling, standing up, and suppressing for so many years. Today, a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite has completely opened his Pandora The treasure box, made by a monster, is truly unique!

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"Hmm..." The hangover Lan Xinghui was "shot" awake by a dazzling golden light coming in from the window.

Splitting headache!

Painful!

Die alive! ! !

Two birds landed on a tree branch outside the window of the hotel and chirped. Lan Xinghui, who was chirping, had a brain pain, as if he was about to explode, and even had such a rare moment that he wanted to go to the hospital for gastric lavage.

then……

He found that he was actually sleeping on the sofa.

Why not the bed?

because……

Wang Jinfeng is sleeping on the bed! !

Lan Xinghui was startled, his breathing stagnated, but his mind was still clouded.

Why are they in the hotel?

Why would he sleep on the couch and that scumbag on the bed?

Damn, rotten people are really rotten, they'll die.

There is no presidential suite!

There are no star hotels!

It's just a broken hotel...

Theelme why? ?

Lan Xinghui slammed down from the sofa, and rushed to the bed in three steps at a time. In an instant, the memory of last night suddenly came back, it was really like a torrential river, sweeping toward him.

Ah!

an exclamation.

Oh! !

Another exclamation.

what……

A sigh.

Ah ~

Another exclamation.

ah?Emma, ​​he has no face to face people...

The drunken clips swarmed his sense of presence in front of Wang Jinfeng. It was really annoying as much as it wanted, and the disgust value was overwhelming!

He emptied a can of steel balls...

Did he go on the [-]-mile Long March yesterday?

How far have you walked?

Going to the west to get the essence can go back and forth, right?

The memory in Lan Xinghui's brain is output in a random manner, or put it this way, random playback, he has no initiative at all, and you can follow whatever section your brain shows you.

Yesterday he was "captured as Lafite in a fit of rage", and rushed out of Color Star while pulling on his slippers. What's even more tragic was that he didn't bring a key, so it was easy to rush out but difficult to go back.

The memory skipped, and he was directly interrupted to the part where he was trekking long distances with a piggy bank in his arms. He got lost in the end, and then he ran out of money. In the end, he begged an old man to take his mobile phone. Call Wang Jinfeng.

The uncle didn't know why, so he completely believed Lan Xinghui's nonsense. As soon as Wang Jinfeng picked up the phone on the other side, he persuaded him earnestly on the other side: "There is something serious between father and son. Come here and pick up your son." Go back, you drank too much, it's poor, you met a warm-hearted old man like me, if you meet someone else, you might steal your son's money."

The old man didn't give Wang Jinfeng a chance to talk, he just kept on talking, "I'm XXXXX here, hurry up, the kid drank all his shoes, and his feet are pimples, put on red clothes before you come here!" Potion, his father."

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So far, Wang Jinfeng has completely knelt down to Lan Xinghui, this guy can do it.Return his father?He's ten fucking years older than him!Doesn't he just look a little bit prematurely, Lan Xinghui, the troublemaker, has a baby face that can stand the test of time, as for what? ? ?

If Wang Jinfeng doesn't say go, then Jiangbian old man Le Neng has been "chemotherapy" him. Yu privately, he wanted to shoot Lan Xinghui to death, so Yugong Wang Jinfeng persuaded himself to pick him up.

Lan Xinghui trembled, standing beside Wang Jinfeng's bed, he didn't dare to move much, he couldn't believe that idiot yesterday was himself, okay? ! !

All of a sudden, another piece of memory roared in at a rapid pace, Lan Xinghui held his breath, and really didn't want to admit that it was him...

I want to ask why Wang Jinfeng stayed (broken) in the hotel with him?Because of Lan Xinghui, Wang Jinfeng didn't want to spend any more money on dealing with Lan Xinghui, so he threw Lan Xinghui into this little-known restaurant that was always full of seniors and brothers from all walks of life after 48 hours. The small hotel where the juniors learn from the masters.

What Wang Jinfeng was thinking at the time was that even if he was unlucky enough to admit it, the money couldn't be taken back for reimbursement. Of course, he picked the most "economical" place to send Lan Xinghui away. The key can't go home, it deserves it!

Opened the room, entered the house, left Lan Xinghui and Wang Jinfeng behind and wanted to leave, but Lan Xinghui hugged him by the waist and refused to let go, shouting slogans loudly, hand in the gun and don't kill!

Where the hell is he going to get a gun for him?

Why is this person so attractive when he drinks too much?

I was messing with him, so I took out the gun in my crotch in a hurry and strangled him to death!

Lan Xinghui was also strong in his hands, hugging Wang Jinfeng like a fool, saying that if Wang Jinfeng didn't give him 3 yuan and Lafite money, don't even think about going out from here today.

The two had "fierce battles" several times, and every time they fought to a draw, Lan Xinghui, who was drinking too much, was like a vine, and couldn't be separated when he got around Wang Jinfeng's body.

There was a ding bang, and the earth-shaking sound was heard outside, and the door panels were not soundproof, so I heard the sweeping aunt sigh: Oh, the current society is really chaotic, two men can make such a big noise, even a man and a woman Not as good as the two of them.

Another voice echoed the teasing: Who knows, the driver I called yesterday also said that he saw that he was able to get a homosexual, and said it was disgusting. They flirtatiously flirtatious, and then they simply kissed on the lips. Tell me what they were thinking, they could die after holding it in for a while...

"Can die!!"

Lan Xinghui suddenly shuddered, because his brain told him that he was the one who yelled that domineering roar last night.

I'll go, he was just trying to die last night...

Thinking of this, Lan Xinghui quickly took a peek at Wang Jinfeng who was sleeping on the bed. The man was sleeping with his clothes on, and he didn't even take off his leather shoes. The sky was getting brighter, but it was only five o'clock.

Smash it, smash your lips, another memory of "shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods" suddenly played back in my mind, Wang Jinfeng actually gave him 3 yuan, but he still refused to let him go, like a perverted and wretched weirdo, Secretary Wang was stuck in this room, forcing the young man to be his soul listener, listening to his anguish and unfulfilled ideals and ambitions in the past ten years.

He even—even complained aggrievedly that he was so busy running clients to get sponsorships that he didn't even have time to fly planes, and he even asked Wang Jinfeng if he understood how it feels for a man who hasn't had a real fight with a woman for ten years... …

Cursing a certain boss as a beast in clothes, complaining about who is a gentle scum, complaining about which actress climbed into the director's bed, which actor is like shit, the most important thing is not forgetting to criticize Xiong Guoqiang for eating people without spitting out bones , Wen Shuangli's heart is black, his hands are black, JB people are even darker...

At that time, Wang Jinfeng missed the word "person". He heard this sentence as "Wen Shuangli", black hearted and black hands, JB is even darker. broker? ? ?

Afterwards, Lan Xinghui learned about Wen Shuangli's heroic deeds of taking advantage of the fire and looting, and belatedly realized that he had missed a keyword just now.

It is estimated that Wang Jinfeng saw him as pitiful, so he stopped "fighting" with him in the end. Lan Xinghui stood at the door two hundred and five times, gesturing to ask Wang Jinfeng to go to bed and lie down and chat with him. Later, he didn't remember how he ran on the sofa at all.

But, so far, all these intermittent clips are not the first part of last night, the most exciting one after another is Lan Xinghui's mature man's heart that has been suppressed for ten years and has quietly stirred up.

He spoke surprisingly, saying that he really wanted to experience a gorgeous feast of flesh-body, and really never wanted to be with his right hand again, as long as it was human, as long as it was alive, it didn't matter even if it was male.

So, he opened his mouth shamelessly, begging Wang Jinfeng to touch him...

A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

Wang Jinfeng was furious, damn it, is there any difference between his right hand and Lan Xinghui's right hand?

Lan Xinghui said: Yes, I still have to move my right hand, but when Wang Jinfeng's right hand touches him, he doesn't have to move it by himself hahaha.

Wang Jinfeng was speechless. Of course, he couldn't give Lan Xinghui a hand-gun, even though Lan Xinghui lost his temper with him, jumped up and down in front of him, and shouted slogans: He wants to love, he wants to be with others Make-love, both men and women can do it, it makes them scream.

It might be boring to shout for a while, so I changed the words to say that he wants to have an orgasm, and who will give him a set of orgasms...

Then he approached Wang Jinfeng with a big face and begged Secretary Wang, "Hey, Secretary Wang, can you donate a set of orgasms to me?"

Wang Jinfeng, who was lying on the bed, asked him with an expressionless face: "Do you want my brother to kiss you?"

"Ai?"

Continued facial paralysis: "Want to read ancient Chinese?"

"what?"

Wang Jinfeng stopped talking, and looked at him disdainfully with a poker face. Lan Xinghui, who was strong and courageous, scratched his ears, a little belatedly, and tentatively answered: "(brother kiss)? (ancient text) )?"

"roll!"

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