mayfly era

When Yan Qiang woke up, a black hat was dangling in front of his eyes. He turned his stiff neck to look around, "Master Hei, where is Chen Li?"

"I went out early in the morning," Hei Hun said slowly, "I said I went to work."

"Oh." Smoker found a comfortable position and continued to lie down.

"Last night after you fell asleep, you stood by the window all night." Black Soul said.

The bong immediately became uncomfortable.He propped himself up to sit up, half of his head hurt like hell, as if a steel ball was embedded in his brain, it was heavy and stuffy.

"You don't have to persuade him, the gash on his body will last forever." Smoker said.

Black Soul showed a playful smile, "I don't worry about going out to work, I'm so worried about standing overnight."

"Who can beat him." Smoker covered his face and settled down for a while, "but if he is in a bad mood, the problem will be serious."

"Old Yan, you never really liked anyone before, he was also in a daze before, that's what he likes, his emotions fluctuate like a lunatic in a short period of time, happy or unhappy is just a thought, his self-control drops rapidly, and it's easy to act out of himself It's a stupid thing that can't be stopped."

"Keep it simple."

"You guys are fucking troublesome when you're in love."

"My mother also wants to have a simple relationship, kissing the little mouth and hugging the waist every day," the smoker became irritable, and tried to touch the cigarette on his body, and the irritability escalated into depression, "But you know, he is different..."

"What do you mean?" Black Soul pointed to his stomach.

"You fucking annoy me even more."

Hei Hun quickly put away his fingers, for fear of being cut off by the smoking gun with an eye knife.

"I don't care about that," Smoker rolled over from the bed, "I have to go find him."

"Okay, come here and I'll give you an injection." Black Soul said.

"Hurry up." Smoking Gun urged.

"Is it because my mother has been too tempered recently?"

"Grandpa. Hurry up."

"Okay, get out."

He rushed out of Snow Palm like a gun and a shell, took a few sips of Fengxue from Central City to calm down, and took out his mobile phone to check Chen Yue's location.

"Just do the work, don't care about positioning!"

After cursing this sentence, Yan Qiang couldn't help thinking of the tragedy of climbing a hundred floors last time, with lingering fear, "...don't shut down the elevator again."

The smoking gun brought up the task interface, and several red dots swam at uneven speeds on it.

"Run away, hide from me," Smoker said to himself with a cigarette in his mouth, "Don't let me catch you."

He turned over and stepped onto an electromagnetic motorcycle, the sound of violent pressurization made his blood boil, leaving only a burning rage.

He wiped away the six red dots within two hours, and he realized that Chen Li hadn't gone on a mission at all.

Where did Chen Li go?

Where can this little bastard go?

……

The little bastard was probably drinking.

Bar Street is empty during the day, and the floor is full of rubbish. The smoking gun flicks the motorcycle, and strides up the external stairs of Chen Li Bar.

He knew that Chen Li had always been too lazy to unlock the front door, and always slipped through the fire door on the second floor.

He swaggered all the way in, stepped on the iron stairs with a "clang clang clang", and the extremely familiar figure downstairs was curled up on the sofa in the booth, with wine bottles on the table.

"Stand up, don't you like standing?" Smoker roared downstairs.

Chen Li stood up obediently.

The smoker sat on the sofa opposite Chen Li, took out his cigarette and started to smoke. After smoking for a while, he raised his head and said, "Don't move, just stand for me."

Chen Li didn't say a word, but it was rare to be obedient, letting him stand.

The bong put the finished cigarette case into the empty wine bottle and sneered, "I drank a lot."

Chen Li glanced down at the table and said, "Three or four bottles."

Obviously more than three or four bottles.

"Did I make you move?" The smoking gun randomly picked an empty wine bottle, twirled it in the palm of his hand, and held the neck of the bottle with his backhand.

Chen Li didn't speak or move, and looked at him with dark eyes without blinking.

"Choose, let me beat you up, or let us fight, otherwise I can't get out of this fire."

Chen Li only said one word, "Come."

When the word fell lightly on the ground, the smoking gun grabbed Chen Li by his collar and threw him on the ground, raised his fist, and smashed it to the ground next to Chen Li's face.

After several times, the high-hardness glass floor tiles shattered into spider webs, and the cracks were filled with anger.

The splashed hard debris hit Chen Yue's face and head, but there was no pain at all.

He suddenly raised his hand to block the fist of the smoking gun, and was smashed into the debris on the ground by the smoking gun, and he let out a muffled groan.

Smoker suddenly froze, his eyes hung there, one was red with rage, and the other was a cold planet.

His eyes were full of information that Chen Li could understand, but he didn't know how to look at it, so he closed his eyes.

"Come on." Chen Li said.

"I fucking want to fuck you now." Smoker said hoarsely.

"You won't," Chen Li opened his eyes, and said calmly, "If you said you wanted to beat me, you would only beat my floor."

Smoker sighed, maybe because he sighed too hard, he suddenly felt sick, covered his mouth and retched.

Chen Li raised his hand to help Yan Qiang, but in this gesture he could only pat Yan Qiang's lower back.

"Old Yan, I will make you very tired and painful, and the future will be the same."

"But you can't be unwilling for me." When Yan Qiang said this, his expression was tough and fierce, and he was aggrieved.

"Yes, I can't, you can think about it for a while, let's think about it carefully." Chen Yue said.

The smoking gun raised his hand and slapped Chen Yue's face gently, "Damn it, get up and stand."

"Okay, I'll stand." Chen Li got up.

"When did I give you the illusion," Smoker hooked the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid of pain? I'm afraid of trouble? I'm afraid of getting a little injury?"

"You said you would cry if you pinched yourself."

The smoking gun slapped the table, "That's what you said!"

"Okay, I said it." Chen Li nodded, and said, "But you admit it."

The smoker just picked up the wine bottle and wanted to throw it at him, but after thinking about it, he put it down again, scratching the table angrily.

"Old Yan, I really hope you can think about it—" The wine bottle flew over, brushing your face, and smashed on the opposite wine rack, smashing a row of wine bottles with a "jingling clang".

The wine exploded into brilliant splashes in the flickering bottom light of the bar, splashing everywhere.That's all money.

"I miss your mother!" Smoker yelled.

"It's really her fault." Chen Li said with a cold face.

Smoker was so angry that he vomited blood.

Chen Li is not much better.

He walked over, pushed the bong inward, picked up half of the unfinished bottle and downed it in one go.

Then he raised his hand and slammed the wine bottle out, knocking over the remaining half of the wine rack, and there was another burst of "jingle jingling".

"Old Yan." Chen Li turned his head and stared at Yan Qiang's eyes, "I want to confirm one thing with you, do you like me, or feel... I am pitiful."

Yan Qiang laughed dryly when he heard the words, "Chen Li, there are countless people who are a thousand times more pitiful than you in the central city alone. Some people beg for their lives, and some are precarious. Why do you say you are pitiful?"

Chen Yue fell silent.

"I asked myself this question, why do I like you," Smoker continued, "I'm telling you now, I like you because of admiration, because of respect, because you are so strong that I even want to surrender...I can't do it If you are like this, if it were me, I would already be dead, I would not be able to get up, and I would find it easier to die."

"I like you because I feel pitiful?" Yan Qiang laughed, "There are so many poor people in the world, how can I like you one by one?"

"...You might as well think that I like you because you are handsome and energetic. After all, I am not afraid to admit it. When I saw you for the first time, I was thinking of him when these two legs crossed me. Mom is so energetic."

A string of bongs is like a cannonball, fast and crisp.

With a blank face, Chen Li suddenly raised his hand and began to untie his collar.

The bong was tied again for him.

"I can try it," he said.

"I'm afraid you'll hack me to death," he said.

"I can bear it."

"I don't want you to bear it," said the pipe blandly. "I won't be happy if you're uncomfortable."

Chen Li thought for a while and said, "I can fuck you."

Smoker couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, as long as you want."

"You're so easy to talk." Chen Li was also a little surprised by the bluntness of the pipe, but then he frowned and said, "But then you and I won't be very happy, so it's better not to do it."

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Seriously, Lao Yan, think about it again... I don't know what will happen in the future, but you will definitely have no peace by my side, and the troubles I bring will continue to pile up on us, or even double, maybe You will sacrifice your whole life in it."

Chen Yue seldom tosses and turns and talks mother-in-law, but he has already thought about it all night plus a slightly drunken morning, and all his emotions have settled down.

He had to make it clear with Smoker.

"I leave the decision to you, as long as you..."

The pipe gags his mouth.

With hot lips and tongue.

with a kiss.

After kissing for a while, Yan Qiang put his arms around Chen Li's neck and fell into the sofa, the air he exhaled was hot.He still has a fever, which is actually very mild in terms of rejection.

Chen Li's stiff muscles gradually softened, and the thorns all over his body trembled and closed into pieces.

The smoking gun supported Chen Li on his waist, and he looked up at Chen Li, his eyes of different colors covered with a layer of mist made his heart beat faster.

Chen Li pressed the pipe on his chest and asked, "You haven't answered me yet."

"How should I answer you." The voice of the smoking gun was hoarse and helpless.

"……never mind."

Chen Li gave up on the pursuit, he knew that even if he forced out an answer, he would not be happy, or in other words, no answer would make him happy.

Their current position is too stalemate, either to kiss or to fight.

Chen Li bent down and chose to kiss.

Smoker's hands touched Chen Li's shoulders all the way to his waist, rubbing back and forth on his waist.Chen Li's waist is very tight. He always stands up straight, so his waist is narrow and thin.

"Have you touched enough?" Chen Yue said in a low voice, holding the lower lip of the pipe.

Smoker coughed a few times, "I see you have double images now..."

Chen Li raised his hand and touched the half-closed right eye of the pipe, as if touching a red-hot iron ball. He was startled, and immediately got up, "Follow me back to the base."

But the smoking gun refused to move, as if stuck in the sofa, was pulled by Chen Li, and almost fell over with the sofa.

"Go back to the base, don't make trouble."

"If you want to break up with me, don't let me make trouble."

Chen Li suddenly had a headache, "I didn't want to break up with you, I... I was wrong, I knelt down and kowtowed to admit my mistake!"

The smoker was so startled that his mouth opened wide, "Fuck Chen Li, can you still say such a thing?"

"I can still do it." Chen Li glared.

"Don't, don't, don't," Smoker hurriedly stopped, "It's like I'm bullying you."

Chen Li sneered, "I will punish anyone who enters the door."

"Oh, I couldn't stop getting angry for a while..." Yan Qiang hugged Chen Li again, he was so burned that he couldn't speak clearly and couldn't stop moving his paws.

In the end, Chen Li abruptly lifted the pipe from the sofa, and the pipe kept yelling that he was going to vomit, but he ignored it.

Get the animals back to the base first, let's talk about the rest...Chen Li thought in a complicated mood.

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