When the time points to four in the morning.

I Company Employee Apartment Building 27th Floor, 27-a single apartment, with lights on in the bathroom.

The sound of water sprinkling out from the inside came from the "gurgling" sound, and the water flowed into the sewer, singing cheerful songs.

A pair of dark jeans like a ball of pickles were thrown on the ground at the bathroom door. The jeans looked to be thrown there casually. On the upward side, you could vaguely see a strange water mark that winds downward.

Thirty minutes later, the bathroom door was finally opened - a tall man with light hair came out of the bathroom. He narrowed his blue eyes slightly, and could vaguely see that there was a serious unhappiness flashing. His lower body was surrounded by a large white towel, and his upper body was □□, and water droplets rolled down the man's firm and tight chest along the muscles. He raised his hand, wiped the water from his face, lowered his head and accidentally glanced at him taking off his jeans at the door of the bathroom. The man's face, which was already a little black, now turned into pure black like the bottom of the pot.

He stretched out his two fingers and pinched the jeans. After three seconds of hesitation, he decisively threw the jeans into the trash can, then straightened up and came to the living room. The man stood in the center of the living room and glanced around. Finally, he stopped his eyes on the couch in the living room - there, a young black-haired man lay with his back to him. The young black-haired man covered his face with his hands and was deeply blown. He curled up in a corner of the sofa. Such a posture made his thin body look really pitiful.

...If you don't look at what he was wearing at this time, a large piece of shorts would be soaked from somewhere.

Jiang Chuan's forehead jumped. Considering that this guy could have turned over and stained his sofa with the suspicious liquid, he came to the sofa in three steps, raised his big hand with the soapy smell, and patted his black-haired young man's back without much gentleness: "Hey, get out and take a shower."

The young brunette was silent and had no reaction.

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows: "Can you pretend to be dead and pretend that you didn't wet your pants like a three-year-old child?"

The young brunette continued to remain silent and continued to react without reaction.

Jiang Chuan put the jumping eyebrows back and paused. He lowered his body slightly: "I'm so sad and angry?"

“…”

"I'm so angry?"

“…”

"Yuan Jinran," the man stood up straight and said coldly, condescendingly, "Are you still alive?"

As an answer to this question, the young brunette answered the man with silence: He was not only dead, but also dead.

Jiang Chuan waited for a while, but finally impatiently continued to accompany the guy who was pretending to be dead on his sofa at the middle of the night. He continued to play the "Playing Death Game". He stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the young black-haired man who tried to slap himself with both hands, pulled his hand off his face, and heard the other party's mumbling: "This year, there must be a terrible Mercury retrograde or Saturn retrograde in Gemini, otherwise I really can't explain why I was so unlucky. Obviously, my zodiac year has not yet come, and the year has passed, and the man has been robbed before the year has passed. Anyway, it's a scumbag who loves to rob or not, but he has been framed and smashed into a plant with a billboard to kill people. The company's rotten company

I finally woke up and took a big order. I saw that the audition was successful and I was mixed up by the great god who came out of nowhere. I am in a bad mood and went out to drink and got drunk. I met a beautiful boy without any broken place. I also asked the beautiful boy to send himself to other men's houses. I was sent to the man's house. I was kicked out of the house and was driven out of the house even if he didn't even lend me the toilet. I didn't lend me the toilet. I didn't even lent me the toilet. I didn't even lent me the toilet. I didn't lent me the bladder. I've never pissed my pants for many years. I've been back before liberation. Is this God hinting that I don't live. Go and die quickly. Starting from a new beginning. It's so boring. It's boring."

Jiang Chuan lit a cigarette and held it at his mouth, then stretched out his hand and pulled down the belt on the waist of the black-haired young man who was facing his back to him, and said vaguely: "This is not true. You are not afraid of being alive or not?"

"Wipe my pants since I graduated from elementary school. If this is spread, I have no face. But Yuan Jinran. Everyone is waiting for the news that I wet my pants. I can sell it for 100,000 yuan. Isn't it okay if I have 50,000 yuan wet pants, which can be hung online and sold for 5,000 yuan. A total of 100,000 yuan. This is the last wealth in my life—"

"You can sell for 100,000 yuan in news about you peeing your pants? Yes, I suddenly feel your popularity now." Jiang Chuan was stunned when he heard this, thought for a while, raised his hand to slap the black-haired young man's butt and asked him to lift his butt. As a result, his hand had not fallen yet, he suddenly saw a wet piece on his pants. Finally, the man's palm turned toward his back, and a loud "lift his butt."

The person lying on the sofa has been hollowed out.

At this moment, he ordered his butt to cooperate with his butt. So the moment he lifted his butt, the man squatting behind him had successfully pulled down his wet pants - and then as decisively as if he threw his jeans, he threw the pants into the trash can again, and let out the pants "bang".

"Amarni's pants." The man lying on the sofa curled up, said quietly without looking back.

Jiang Chuan: “…”

"I can't buy a few of them at 100,000,000." The man lying on the sofa curled up and continued without looking back.

The man stretched out his hand, raised a finger to the edge of the black-haired young man's panties, glanced at the sign and said, "ck."

"You can buy a lot of sticks with one hundred thousand and five thousand," said the man lying on the sofa without looking back, "You have to throw it away, you can afford it anyway."

When Jiang Chuan heard this, he said ruthlessly without hesitation: "You are the one who wets your pants, why should I compensate?"

The person lying on the sofa finally had no sound, as if he was completely immersed in the blow brought by the truth saying "You are the one who wets your pants" and couldn't help himself. During this process, Jiang Chuan took off the shirt he was wearing again. As the big shirt was lifted up little by little, a large piece of fair and delicate skin on the back of the young black-haired man also appeared under the man's nose bit by bit. The corners of his eyes twitched. At this time, he heard the voice of the man who was serving to take off his clothes again: "My urine flew up and splashed onto the clothes?"

“…”|

Jiang Chuan was silent. Regardless of the fact that his big white shirt was lifting up and covering the head of the young black-haired man, he let go of his hand and glanced at him. At this moment, his lower body was wearing only underwear. His upper body was half-light, and his shirt covered his head with a strange style. He took the cigarette held at the corner of his lips and sucked it hard. Then he found that his patience was burning out: "Get up, go take a shower, are you still going to lie here all night in wet panties? Are you not afraid of the cold and my sofa still thinks it is dirty."

Hearing this ruthless order, the person lying on the sofa twitched twice.

He twitched twice again.

Just when Jiang Chuan was wondering whether he was cold or hot or just cried frivolously, he heard the sound of being stuffed in his shirt sounding muffled: "The head is on the alcohol, the head is dizzy, and now he has no strength to move."

Jiang Chuan: “…”

Jingran: "I will wake up tomorrow and wash it. I will dry it here for a while."

It was dry for a while... It seemed that the wine had not woken up. The man stood by the sofa and twitched the corners of his lips. At this time, Jinran's cell phone rang. He grabbed it and found that the person who called was the agent. He answered the phone for Jinran without thinking much. Suddenly, he heard Jiang Chuan's voice ringing in the phone and was stunned. After a while, he said slowly: "He said he wanted to go out for free, was he going with you?"

Jiang Chuan thought for three seconds and finally said, "No, I drank too much, and I didn't know why I ran over by myself."

Fang Yu said "Oh" twice: "He still knows your address... Then it's okay now? He shouldn't be in a good mood tonight. I'm also worried that he would drink that the fifth master did not know the sixth master and cause trouble outside. Now he is wondering whether to find someone to pick him up. I'll feel more at ease with others - how is his situation now?"

Jiang Chuan turned his head and looked at the black-haired young man who was lifted up to cover his face and now lost his voice. The person on the sofa turned over very cooperatively. So under the man's gaze, he used his wet underwear that could be air-dried, and without hesitation, he printed a peach-shaped water mark on the sofa cushion. This scene made the man's forehead veins pound. He took a deep breath, and his hand holding the phone tightened a little, lowered his voice and said to the agent who was obviously worried on the other side of the phone: "It's okay, I'm asleep now."

After saying the words, Jiang Chuan was stunned: Tsk, so he was also infected and learned to lie as if nothing had happened?

Fang Yu: "Then let him sleep, come to the company at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, and then we go to Chuanna to see if there is any solution."

Jiang Chuan: "How is the situation?"

Fang Yu: "The press release has been written and the newspaper reporters have also contacted it. Tomorrow, Jinran will post the press release on Weibo, and then hire the water army to forward it to all media platforms to lead the direction of public opinion first. Tonight, there are relevant persons in charge in Chuanna called us, and the situation is still relatively optimistic. Although Teacher Li Rui doesn't understand those things, at least everyone doesn't understand... But everything depends on tomorrow's luck. Let him have a good rest tonight. To cheer up tomorrow will be another tough battle."

Jiang Chuan: "Oh."

Fang Yu: "He must be mentally unhappy now. If you do something terrible to you, don't beat him up."

Jiang Chuan: “…Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chuan stood by the sofa and looked at the young black-haired man who was sleeping with wet panties. It was midsummer at this time. In southern cities like G City, you can't sleep at all without turning on the air conditioner. However, according to the cautious sleep method at night, it would be good to wake up in the morning and avoid a cold. So after thinking about it, Jiang Chuan, who had already made up his mind to ignore this matter, silently put a cigarette down and put out his butt in the trash can as if he had made up some decision.

He found a disposable glove to put it on, and took off the brand-name underwear he wanted to dry for someone, and threw it into the trash can without even looking at it. The explosive consequence of this inadvertent action was: Jiang Chuan looked at the lower body of the young black-haired man who was naked like a newborn baby without even reacting. His white legs were actually not as bad as Jiang Chuan said before, but very straight and long; the round butt egg proved that the peach butt printed on the sofa cushion came from; when the young black-haired man moved, the thing that was originally dormant in his hair between his legs also fell down, soft, light in color, and looked very obedient.

…………………………………………………………………… “very well-behaved” in various senses.

It makes people feel very urge to bully it.

But before Jiang Chuan really reached out to "bully" that thing, he suddenly realized what he was doing. Reason made him stop the car in time and retract his hand - after calming down, the man himself was also inexplicably shocked - if someone told him before today, one day in the future, he might take the initiative to touch the thing of another male, no matter who that person was, he would most likely regret why he was born in this world.

"Yuan Jinran?"

“…Hmm?”

"Can you get up and take a shower by yourself?"

“……Um.”

It seems that it cannot be.

Losing the last glimmer of hope, the man's face became less beautiful, so he forced himself to move his eyes away from a part of the black-haired young man. He lowered his eyes and tried hard on his hand, carrying the man covered in his shirt from the sofa. The weight of a normal adult man seemed effortless to him. He walked to the bathroom in three or two steps, put the person in his arms into the bathtub, and then let the water go.

The person in the bathtub seemed to be awakened, and two "whimpering" sounds were made under the shirt. Jiang Chuan heard the sound and looked down. Then he realized that the person in the bathtub was still covered with his shirt. He was stunned for a moment, and randomly twitched the corners of his lips without any guilt and mocked: "Sorry, I like you like this, I forgot to take it down if I accidentally."

As he said, he reached out to rescue the young black-haired man who was struggling in his shirt.

He threw Jinran's shirt into the corner of the bathtub. When he turned his gaze back to Jinran, Jiang Chuan suddenly discovered a difficult problem: In this case, it would seem like the person lying in the bathtub was slim. No, he hung up.

1.Silk.No.Hang.

Lying in the hospital for nearly half a year without seeing the sun, he was in an astonishingly white state. On weekdays, this skin color that was almost transparent and integrated with the bathtub was probably not so healthy and beautiful. However, at this moment, as hot water gradually put it into the bathtub, the steaming mist and hot water exposed him to the air conditioner for a while, his body that had just been exposed to the air conditioner for a while was quickly warmed up. Soon, a faint pink color appeared from the cheeks, fingers, toes, etc. of the black-haired young man.

So it becomes good-looking if it is not good-looking.

The man squatting on the bathtub breathed and was silent for three seconds. Then he stood up, grabbed the soap placed beside the bathtub and threw it on the belly of the young black-haired man who was lying in the bathtub with half-squinted eyes. He threw the words "play for yourself" and stood up irresponsibly, turned around and walked out of the bathroom without looking back. After walking out of the bathroom, he did not walk far, but leaned against the bathroom door and smoked another cigarette. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew that he probably needed time to calm down.

Regarding the matter of "First of all, he has never had any friendship with any male in the past twenty years, but at this time he seems crazy, and suddenly has desire."

Jiang Chuan tried to use a cigarette to save himself from a strangely offset sexual orientation.

After a cigarette, the man seemed to think the effect was good. He was about to come and be a straight man who would be him with peace of mind from now on. However, at this moment, he heard the sound of water fluttering from the bathroom behind him. After a moment, he was stunned, he opened the door and stretched his head in and took a look. Then he saw someone fluttering in the water filled with the bathtub, as if he decided to complete the feat in one night: after he was like a three-month-old baby, he was about to drown himself in the bathtub like a three-year-old little devil.

"Mom, my feet are entangled by the sink! Gululu - Xu Qianqian planted murderous water plants in my home swimming pool, that bitch!"

“…”

Throwing away the tobacco in his hand that had not been lit, the man quickly walked to the bathtub and turned off the faucet that was still filling water. Another powerful hand grabbed the black-haired young man's wet wrist and was about to pull him up a little from the bathtub. Then a scene that he had never expected happened - the person who was originally fluttering in the bathtub didn't know whether it was drunk or not, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality or what. The moment Jiang Chuan pulled his wrist, he felt a force from the opposite direction. Without any preparation, he was pulled down and fell!

The bath towel that was originally loose and surrounded by waist fell down.

Accompanied by the sound of "bumping" and "striking", a huge "squeak" sound of water, the huge bathtub went from being the same person as before and now was filled with two people - one of the man's legs was still outside the bathtub, and the remaining half of his body had been soaked in hot water. Just when he wanted to stand up, at this time, two warm and slippery arms wrapped around his neck like two snakes...

Jiang Chuan was stunned.

Inadvertently touched the big hand that was fitting on the waist of the black-haired young man and moved it - but in the end, he failed to move away from the skin that seemed to be too slippery after soaking in hot water.

It was like someone had just stuffed strong glue into the palm of his hand.

When he lowered his head, he found that the person pressed on him was lowering his eyes. He couldn't see clearly the emotions in his eyes, but the man's eyes were quickly attracted by the thin lips that were shimmering with a faint light from the hot water splashing. At this time, I don't know whether it was because he grabbed the life-saving straw in his dream and surprised the young black-haired man or had woken up from the nightmare and was still in shock. With the faint smell of alcohol, the wet and hot breath exhaled from the half-open thin lips were sprayed on the man's jaw.

Heartbeats like thunder.

The calming effect of the smoke before was wiped out.

If the person under him took out a gun at this time, then he might have died. Jiang Chuan thought subconsciously, but then he realized: the person under him was covered in light and naked, where could he hide the gun?

Unless he hides the gun in...

The blue eyes were inexplicably sank, and his imagination suddenly sank. When Jiang Chuan realized that his hand, which was originally supported by the black-haired young man's waist, was unconsciously sliding down to his buttocks, he felt that the person under him seemed to sigh slightly because of the touch caused by the friction between his rough palms and his skin...

The eyes moved with difficulty, and finally moved my eyes away from the lips. My black hair was completely wet with water and had no shape to be messed up at this moment. However, from the man's perspective, you can still see that under the orange and yellow lights of the bathroom, the junction between the other person's black hair and the fair skin between the forehead became more shocking than usual.

The man's hand holding the buttocks of the young man with black hair couldn't help but tighten it slightly, and his hands tried to force it slightly, intentionally or unintentionally pressing the person under him to his body... At the same time, he heard the young man with black hair muttering vaguely, as if asking him not to pinch it, it hurts a little. Such a request not only did not make Jiang Chuan let go of his hand, but even subconsciously increased the force in his hand.

He could even feel that the strong and elastic muscles that felt good, turned into another shape under his own kneading.

He may also leave a cruel red mark on his fair skin.
To be continued...