Lucky hit

Han Haodong got into the car, closed the door, and said in a flirtatious tone, "The car is not bad."

"I can give it to you if I like it." Zheng Bonian put his hands on the steering wheel and looked sideways at Han Haodong.

Han Haodong sneered after hearing this: "No need."

"Indeed, you can have whatever you want, and I don't need to send it."

"You're wrong," Han Haodong looked over and twitched his mouth: "I don't want it because I never accept second-hand things."

Zheng Bonian rolled up the car window: "Have a personality."

Han Haodong took off his hat and mask and played with it in his hands: "Let's stop talking nonsense, where are we going. It's better to finish this account earlier."

Zheng Bonian's eyes were bright and his voice was magnetic: "Since you are in such a hurry, why not stay here."

These words aroused Han Haodong's interest. He also wanted to try doing it in the car before, but he never succeeded.Because no matter whether it is Song Yu or those before, it is said that the car cannot be used, and it is not as bad as it is said in the legend.

But Han Haodong wanted to set a precedent today, he smiled: "Sure, but do you have a set, I don't want to dirty your all-leather seat."

"Of course." As soon as the words fell, Zheng Bonian's hand reached into Han Haodong's clothes.

Han Haodong was quite satisfied with such an active posture. If he and Zheng Bonian were abroad before, it was purely drunk and disorderly, and he found out afterwards that he was suppressed.

Now that he was sober, he could feel the provocative touch of his hand.

Zheng Bonian leaned over, stroking Han Haodong's smooth back with one hand, while grabbing Han Haodong's neckline with the other hand.

This confused Han Haodong who wanted to respond, what kind of routine is this.

Ignoring Han Haodong's puzzled expression, Zheng Bonian lowered the seat accurately, propped himself up and looked down at Han Haodong who was lying on his back.

This posture made Han Haodong very uncomfortable, he wanted to adjust and sit up.

But Zheng Bonian's hand holding his collar pressed him hard, and his bent handsome face was almost nose to nose distance from him.

"Get up first, and change your posture." Han Haodong said with his elbows.

Zheng Bonian bent his knees, and Han Haodong gave a nod to Han Haodong, with a somewhat unruly arc at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was extremely provocative: "Want to fuck me?"

"Nonsense!" Han Haodong was a little annoyed when he tried to get nowhere.

Zheng Bonian stared at Han Haodong's eyes and paused every word: "That depends on whether you can get up."

Han Haodong swung Zheng Bonian's seat with his legs, but found that the smooth leather seat was very slippery, and he couldn't use his strength: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Bonian whispered in Han Haodong's ear, "Isn't this very interesting?"

The stimulation at the pinna made Han Haodong's body stiff. When he looked into Zheng Bonian's eyes, he always felt something imperceptible.

That told him with a hint of danger that the appointment would not work out.He pushed Zheng Bonian: "Suddenly I don't want to, let's try another day."

Zheng Bonian's chest was gentle, "What if I say I really want it."

"Damn, then you have to get off me." Han Haodong cursed.

Zheng Bonian bowed his head and kissed him, his tongue nimbly pried open Han Haodong's lips and teeth, pressing on Han Haodong's knee firmly.

There wasn't much room in the car, and there were two big men crammed into it.Han Haodongka was struggling to move, but now he was suppressed by Zheng Bonian.

Zheng Bonian's kiss went straight in, leaving his lips as he walked, and moved to Han Haodong's fair neck and collarbone.

The stimulating feeling made Han Haodong's pores open, and his slight panting was doubled in the expanded car.

Seriously stimulating Zheng Bonian's auditory nerves, he attacked the city and conquered the territory, brutally to the end, and tore off Han Haodong's belt.

Han Haodong stretched out his hand to hold his hand, panting slightly: "Do you like riding style?"

Zheng Bonian held Han Haodong's baby involuntarily, "Not bad."

After hearing this, Han Haodong let go of his hands, ready to cater to him and then do a big job.

He wanted to sit up, but just as his hand touched the grip under the window, Zheng Bonian knocked it off.

He really couldn't bear it this time, and his tone was unfriendly: "What do you mean by me..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Bonian quickly grabbed his two wrists and pressed them upwards.

This move made Han Haodong start to panic, and Zheng Bonian's posture didn't look like the one who was going to be below.

He struggled a bit: "Release."

Zheng Bonian smiled slightly, and the weight of his entire body was on Han Haodong. The narrow place gave him an absolute advantage, and Han Haodong couldn't escape.

He pulled the seat belt of the back seat, and tied Han Haodong's two wrists together with a swing of his hand. He didn't forget to pat Han Haodong's face: "Why are you in a hurry, it hasn't started yet."

Han Haodong shook his wrist vigorously: "This joke is not funny at all, let me go now, if you want to play, you should be the one lying here with me now, don't fucking backtrack!"

Zheng Bonian shoved Han Haodong's pants off: "Don't be naive, do you trust others so easily?"

As soon as these words came out, Han Haodong's head buzzed, but he was not allowed to resist at all, or he couldn't resist.

Zheng Bonian's mobile game walked on Han Haodong's chest, and the buttons of his shirt fell apart.He admired Han Haodong's unyielding gaze, and he didn't forget to remind: "You can call for help, maybe there are news professionals nearby or passing by who will come to rescue you."

Zheng Bonian's words are intended to remind Han Haodong that if you resist too strongly, paparazzi might come around.

Han Haodong knew what it meant, he shook his body to prevent Zheng Bonian's hand from moving down, and reprimanded: "You mother Zheng, don't go too far!"

Zheng Bonian lowered his head and kissed Han Haodong's chest with a chuckle: "I'm already hard. At this juncture, I don't mind using a strong one."

"you…"

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Han Haodong's broken hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat. He turned his head to the side and spoke very slowly, clearly saying: "Get off me."