Romance Victory

Country A, an underground bar.

Zhong Minggui sat in front of the bar, holding a wine glass, chatting and drinking with his blonde friend next to him.Suddenly, he looked over the other's shoulder, looking at a group of young people coming in from the entrance of the bar.

The blond man followed his gaze and looked back, asking, "You know me?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about it, I'm not familiar with it." Zhong Minggui looked away and continued to chat with the other party just now.

The two met as old friends, and after talking for a while, the blond man suddenly received a message from his mother, saying that there was an urgent matter at home and he had to go back quickly, so he shrugged regretfully at Zhong Minggui: "Let's talk next time."

"Let's go. I'm going to leave after drinking this cup." Zhong Minggui said with a smile.

After the blond friend left, Zhong Minggui played with his mobile phone and drank slowly, and it didn't take long for him to bottom out.

He took out the money from his wallet and put it in the bottom of the cup, got up and was about to leave, when suddenly, his gaze was fixed on Bao Hui who was staggering towards the bathroom with the help of the five big and three thick foreigners. After thinking about it, I followed.

"Hey."

Following outside the bathroom, Zhong Minggui patted the gringo on the shoulder.

The other party stopped, looked back at Zhong Minggui, and asked him what he was doing.

Zhong Minggui pointed at the other party's prey with a smile on his face, and said fluently in the other party's native language: "This is my little sweetheart~"

The man hesitated for a while, not wanting to cause trouble, so he let go of the person in his hand, cursed in a low voice, and left in a hurry.

Bao Hui's feet were as soft as noodles, and he fell to the ground with a swipe.Zhong Minggui quickly pulled him into his arms, patted his face, and called him in Mandarin: "Hey, Bao Hui, hello!"

Bao Hui's face was flushed red, he couldn't open his eyes, his whole body sank, and Zhong Minggui didn't respond at all.

Zhong Minggui shook his head helplessly, took his arm, let him put it on his shoulder, and walked out with this support.

Zhong Minggui took out his ID from Bao Hui's pocket, opened a room in a nearby hotel, helped him in, and was about to put him on the bed, when Bao Hui suddenly yelled that he wanted to vomit. Come on, spit here."

Bao Hui ignored him, threw himself in front of the sink, propped his hands up, lowered his head, and made a sound of wanting to vomit towards the sink, but he didn't vomit out anything for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Zhong Minggui asked concernedly standing behind him.

Bao Hui raised his head and stared blankly at the other person in the mirror.

"Have a drink to enjoy yourself, get drunk and hurt your body... Forget it, I know you won't listen, so I won't say it for nothing. You wash your face, and I'll get you a bottle of water to drink."

As Zhong Minggui said, he turned and walked out. Unexpectedly, he was suddenly pulled from behind, caught off guard, turned over and pressed against the wall, and then kissed forcibly.

Zhong Minggui: "..."

Zhong Minggui: "...o_o?"

Zhong Minggui: "...O_O????????????"

Living such a big life, traveling all over the world for so many years, it's not that he hasn't experienced the openness of folk customs, but Zhong Minggui really didn't expect Bao Hui to kiss himself forcibly.Bao Hui and his nephew are classmates in the same grade at the same school, but his nephew is just a child in his eyes, rounding up, Bao Hui is also a child.

Bao Hui's kissing skills are almost nonexistent, it's a mess, relying on his body's instincts to gnaw randomly.

Zhong Minggui quickly came back to his senses, pulled him away, wiped his mouth, and looked down: "Are you a dog? Bleeding!"

Bao Hui looked at him blankly, and then began to undress.

"...What are you going to do?" Zhong Minggui had a bad premonition.

Bao Hui still didn't speak, and came to pull his clothes when he took off his clothes halfway.Zhong Minggui quickly avoided him: "Be sober!"

Bao Hui reached out to catch him, and hissed, "I want to sleep with you!"

"Crazy, you?" Zhong Minggui held his collar tightly with one hand, and blocked Bao Hui's hand that tried to moles him with the other hand, "Xiao Bao, Bao Hui, wake up, you can see me clearly." who is it!"

Bao Hui grabbed his wrist, raised his hand above his head, pressed it against the wall, stared at him, and said, "I know very well, you are Bo Yun's fucking uncle! Call Zhong... Zhong what the hell?" Come... Zhong Gaogui!"

"Huh?" Zhong Minggui responded and asked, "You mean Zhong Minggui?"

"It's none of your fucking name, it's none of my business! I just want to go to bed!" Bao Hui yelled, wanting to bite him again.

Zhong Minggui has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, how can he even beat a kid?He hastily leaned to the side, dodged, and with a sudden force on his hand, he clasped Bao Hui's wrist in turn, and pressed the person against the wall with his back facing him.

Bao Hui was forced to put his face on the cold tiles, struggling and yelling desperately to let Zhong Minggui let go.

The scolding was quite ugly, Zhong Minggui couldn't help but frowned, and didn't move.Until Bao Hui stopped scolding, Zhong Minggui asked, "Are you still scolding?"

"...Stop scolding." Bao Hui said.

Zhong Minggui let go of his hand.

Bao Hui looked back and pulled out—then he was pushed against the wall again.

"Fuck! You ()&...*I$%#((!!!" Bao Hui began to curse passionately again.