you and the champion are mine

The sky outside the window was already dark, and there was only a wall lamp in the entrance emitting soft and warm light.Li Xun stood in the shadow, showing a section of his neck, his chest rose and fell regularly, as if he was really waiting for him.

Song Yang stuffed his feet into the slippers unconsciously, and walked towards Li Xun on a crutch, feeling dizzy as if his head had hit a clock.

Li Xun kept his back against the wall all the time, and didn't move, but the smile on the corner of his mouth got deeper and deeper, with a bit of frivolity.

The toes of their shoes touched each other, Li Xun's left foot gave way to one side, and then he stepped forward calmly, pinching Song Yang's right leg.

The breaths were ambiguously entangled, and Song Yang didn't dare to look directly into Li Xun's eyes. His downcast eyes swept over his Adam's apple, collarbone, and finally landed on the round buttons of his shirt.

He raised his right hand to pinch it, gently untied it, and asked in a softer voice, "Are you really not going to take it off?"

After he finished asking, he raised his eyes and looked at Li Xun, then quickly lowered his eyes, and untied the second one.

His eyes gave Li Xun a taste of electric shock.

be terribly upset.

At 30, can he take off his clothes?

He committed the crime knowingly, and Song Yang asked the question knowingly.

He was willing to cooperate with such a stupid request. It seemed that what Song Yang understood was not the buckle, but the desire he had suppressed for many years.

The night was surprisingly quiet, and Li Xun lowered his eyes, staring at Song Yang's trembling eyelashes.Before this, he had never seen any boy with such long and dense eyelashes, with a little curvature, which made the peach blossom eyes more vivid.

They could all hear each other's trembling breathing, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were ready to come out.

Song Yang unbuttoned the last second button, and because of nervousness, his fingertips accidentally rubbed against his lower abdomen.Li Xun's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he turned to stare at his lips.

Song Yang's lips are not thin, they look very soft, the light is hot, his lips are bright, moist, with a bit of lust, probably very suitable for rubbing in his mouth.

Li Xun's brain was stimulated by the constantly secreted chemical substances, and went to sleep for a short time. He no longer had any concerns about identity and gender, nor did he consider the embarrassment after being rejected. The body just moved closer to each other inch by inch out of a certain instinct. Looking forward to responding.

Song Yang's cell phone rang untimely, Li Xun's newly brewed emotions were shaken away, and he leaned back against the wall reflexively.

"My dad." Song Yang looked up at him, as if he was typing some application.

"Oh." Li Xun nodded cooperatively, "Then hurry up, there might be something important."

Song Yang said "I'm sorry", and ran into the room. Li Xun closed his eyes, and knocked the back of his head against the wall, feeling agitated for a while.

Why on earth are you saying sorry?

Song Yang closed the door with his back, his breathing rhythm was still not very steady, he leaned against the door and slid down little by little.

"What's the matter, Dad."

"Have you seen the peeing dog leash? Why can't I find it?"

That's the shit!

Song Yang frowned with annoyance, and his tone was a little displeased: "I can't find it and ask my mother, I don't know!"

"I asked, and she said she didn't see it. Haven't you taken it out for the past two days?"

Song Yang curled his lips: "I've always put it on that small cabinet in the corner of the courtyard."

"That's weird. I didn't see it when I came back this afternoon. I thought your mother washed it, and peeing will wrap around my legs. I guess I have to pull it." Dad was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets while not hanging up. Phone, "Isn't someone picking it up..."

"Take it to the nearest place to solve it first, if you can't find you, just tweet me, I'll buy another one online."

"I micro-tweeted you for a long time and you didn't reply to me."

Song Yang clicked on WeChat. Sure enough, the news came from an hour ago. At that time, he was chatting with Li Xun in the car, and he didn't even check his phone.

"If you don't reply, you must be busy. Do you have anything else to do? I'll hang up if it's nothing."

"What are you in a hurry to do?"

"What are you doing..." Song Yang said guiltily, "I'm reading, I have an exam next week."

Only then did Lao Song hang up the phone.

Song Yang looked up at the sky helplessly, recalling that Li Xun's hot breath was approaching a little bit in the corner just now.

Is it a hallucination?

"What are you doing blocking the door?" Li Xun shouted from outside.

Song Yang bounced off the floor and patted his buttocks: "No... I just leaned on it."

Li Xun's shirt had already been taken off, and a whole chest and abdomen flashed past his eyes, and Song Yang's eyes followed him unconsciously.

Li Xun unbuckled his belt buckle with one hand, pulled it out, and threw it on the bed. His back was broad and his texture changed slightly with his movements, tough and sexy.

Song Yang swallowed and asked, "Are you going to take a bath?"

"Well," Li Xun turned to his underwear, turned around and said, "My clothes are outside."

"Okay... I'll wash it for you."

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and Song Yang walked back to the living room.

The shirt was thrown on the sofa.

He lay down, hugged the clothes and smelled them, then buried his face in the clothes, took two deep breaths like a drug addict, and slowly curled up into a shrimp.

Speaking of which, he has been here for a while now, except for taking a bath, he basically has no time to be apart. How does Li Xun solve his physical problems?

He giggled, imagining the scene behind the wall, Li Xun lowered his head, rubbed his body, and the water flowed wantonly along his vigorous muscles.

His earlobe seemed to be scalded, and a circle of light red appeared.

Just as your hands were about to make some moves, an alarm bell sounded in your mind—your behavior is as wretched as the hooligans in the news!

He woke up instantly, threw his clothes into the water, poured some detergent to soak them, then rushed into the kitchen to wash his face, and then rushed out again, facing the faint moonlight to reflect on himself.

I still have business to do, so I can't be so depraved anymore.

Five minutes later, he moved the ponytail to the balcony, sat down on his buttocks, and scrubbed the clothes vigorously.

The color on the fabric is getting lighter and lighter.

It's quite easy to wash.

Song Yang straightened the clothes, carefully observed them with the help of the not-so-bright light on the balcony, repeated several times until the stains were completely gone, then wrung them out with satisfaction and shook them off.

Next door to them was a middle-aged couple. The uncle was teasing the parrot on the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth, while the wife was mopping the floor cursing.

Song Yang withdrew his gaze, and sighed to himself while drying the clothes: "I really love my wife..."

The night is boundless, there are no stars, only a little bit of red light flashing, which is the night flight.Song Yang closed the glass window and went back to the room to read a book.

And this flight from Beijing skimmed over a stretch of tall buildings and finally landed at Nancheng Airport.

A tall and thin man followed the flow of people out of the airport hall, and hail a taxi casually.

The driver asked him where he was going, but the man couldn't answer, so he took a screenshot from his phone: "Do you know this Children's Palace?"

There is only half a gate and a security room in the photo. It is the time when school is over, and children with schoolbags are rushing out. In the center of the camera, a tall man is holding the hand of a little girl.

The driver looked carefully and shook his head: "There are at least ten children's palaces in Nancheng, big and small. You must at least tell me which district it is."

"Ten families, right? Let's search one by one until you find it." The man asked, "Are you busy tonight? If you have nothing to do, come and search with me. I'll pay you double the price."

This requirement is rare.

The driver looked back at the passenger. He was about 35 years old, with black hair pulled back, meticulously groomed, well-dressed, and an expensive mechanical watch on his wrist. As soon as he entered the car, he smelled an unusual scent of perfume.

At this moment, the man picked up another phone call.

"Hello... well, I'm here, looking for it."

"The driver said that there are several children's palaces here, so you have to find them slowly. Mom, don't worry, you will definitely find them."

"It's getting late, you guys rest first, I'll let you know if there's any news tomorrow morning... Well, I hung up."

The driver weighed for a moment between making money and professional ethics, and said, "Actually, you don't need to search one by one. Don't you have the satellite map now? You can compare the pictures and rule out some."

"Really?" The man did as he said, and sure enough, most of the children's palaces had photos uploaded to them.

The heads of the two men were studied together, compared, and three areas were excluded at once.

The expression of the man in the back seat became excited: "So, we only need to find these few places? There won't be any misrepresentation in this kind of picture, right?"

"No, if there is a mistake, it may only be that the door decoration system has not been updated, but places like Children's Palace generally do not decorate."

The man's fingertips slid across the screen and noted down the positions of several points: "Then let's find the nearest one first."

"okay."

That night, they walked around half of the southern city until four o'clock in the morning, and finally found a few large characters that were exactly the same as those on the picture.

On the weekend, the weather was good, and there were a few scattered clouds floating in the blue sky. When it was almost nine o'clock, Song Jingshan got off the bus with Chu and walked towards the Children's Palace.

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy something later, what do you want for lunch?" Song Jingshan asked.

Li Chuzhi thought about it seriously: "I want to eat the fried chicken leg last time, dipped in sweet and spicy sauce."

Song Jingshan smiled: "That's called Thai sweet chili sauce. What else? Just one fried chicken leg won't be enough."

"Then I'll eat a few more."

"Is there anything else you want to eat? How about braised pork?"

"Okay." Li Chuzhi jumped up and down as he walked, "Everything uncle cooks is delicious, and I love them all."

Song Jingshan's smile deepened.

When approaching the door, Song Jingshan took off the small schoolbag on his shoulder and handed it to Chu Zhi.

It was a bit hot, and Li Chuzhi's nose was covered with fine sweat. Song Jingshan wiped the sweat for her, and put his right hand into her back to touch it. The little girl was sweating.

He took off the original coat, tied it around her waist, and tucked back the hem that ran out of the skirt, and said: "If you feel cold in class later, put on the clothes, otherwise you will be cold." I have a cold, you know?"

Li Chuzhi said "um" and waved goodbye to him.Song Jingshan watched her enter the classroom before turning and leaving.

At the door of the stationery store next door to the Children's Palace, a black Volkswagen with a car rental advertisement was parked. The man sitting in the driver's seat put away his mobile phone and pushed the door to get out of the car.

The uniformed security guard stopped him: "Hey, it's class time, parents don't go in."

"I'm going in to find someone."

The security guard looked him up and down. This man was dressed in expensive clothes, but his face looked tired, as if he hadn't slept in many days, his eyes were slightly dark, and his accent didn't look like a local.

"That's not OK."

The man smelled cheap cigarettes from the security guard, took out a pack of soft China from his pocket, and handed it over with a smile: "Brother, please be accommodating, I'll be out right away."

When the security guard saw the smoke, he was taken aback for a moment, then accepted it, and asked, "Who are you looking for? Which class? I'll take you in together."