Little slag run

Di Que walked a long way angrily, only to suddenly remember that the car was still parked in the underground parking lot of that building.

He was standing at a busy intersection, leaning upright against the electric pole alone, panting heavily.

Chen Feng, his grandma's tricks are really deceiving!

The inexplicable and unexplainable feelings I had with him before seemed like a joke at this moment.

He should have realized from the very beginning that Chen Feng, that old, cunning and shameless profiteer, helped him and tolerated him again and again, just because he liked his ass.

But he is always foolishly unable to understand the situation, how old he is, and still so naive.

For such a bullying and bullying scum like Chen Feng, he even took the initiative to climb into his bed...

"Damn it..." Di Que gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, the raging anger in his heart could not be extinguished no matter what.

He has always been unfavorable in love, and he has never been the only one who takes the initiative to attack or refuse. How can he be so aggrieved like today?

"You... stay with me for three months."

"Everyone is an adult, and you are used to it..."

"Three months passed in the blink of an eye."

Chen Feng's domineering and cold words came and went in and out of his head, forming a ball, and Di Que suddenly felt sick to his stomach, his body was cold, and he hurriedly squatted down while supporting the electric pole beside him.

The sound of footsteps passing by beside him and the sound of wind whistling by cars not far away became illusory and ethereal, only Chen Feng's voice became more and more clear and distinct in his mind.

Chen Feng, what do you think I am, you bastard?

A three-month relationship in bed is exchanged for a career success.

He once put forward such a condition to the starlet he had a crush on, and it was nothing more than an idea in his heart, a fresh idea, just for fun.

All affection, respect, and tenderness are all farts.

Unexpectedly, today, he has become a toy in the eyes of others...

The more Di Que thought about it, the more he couldn't help himself.

He has always been the only one playing other people, but now the roles are suddenly reversed, he really can't accept it for a while.

Di Que was so dizzy that he bumped his head against the electric pole, his flesh ached, but he regained a bit of reason.

"Ouch..."

Di Que stood up slowly while supporting the telegraph pole, rubbed his head, and was in a daze for a moment.

This collision made Di Que seem to lose his memory for a moment, and suddenly forgot who he was showing the picture of an angry youth standing in the middle of the road.

"Hehe..." Di Que smiled softly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Beep...beep..."

Di Que stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, trying to calm down and think about how to deal with these messy things. At this time, the sound of the whistle beside him came closer.

"Beep...beep..."

Di Que stepped aside, feeling wrong again.

He's already standing on the sidewalk, beeping...what the hell!

Di Que turned his head in annoyance, and a luxury convertible sports car was slowly driving on the side of the road behind him, and stopped in front of his eyes.

"Hey, what a coincidence! We are really destined!"

A handsome foreign guy waved and smiled at him in the car, and took off his sunglasses to show off his deep and full facial features.

Di Que glanced at Ivan calmly, then jumped on the sports car with bright eyes and fixed eyes.

Ahhh...Porsche CarreraGT, God!

"Where did you get this car?"

Di Que salivated when he touched this silver-gray classic car body, and was so excited for a while that he couldn't find the north.

Those unreasonable entanglements of Ivan were also thrown aside, and Chen Feng didn't know anyone anymore.

"Hehe, this was originally my car, and it was transported by air and drove smoothly." Ivan raised his eyebrows proudly, and smiled with white teeth: "You like this car too?"

Di Que nodded foolishly, looking at Ivan with a look of admiration.

For him, a Porsche fan, this car is simply his lifelong dream.

Back then, when he got the news that it was limited to 1500 units worldwide, he tried his best to order one.

But at that time, he had just ended an unhappy relationship with an actress, and it caused a lot of noise. The old man didn't give him a good face every day, making him know that spending millions and buying a car indiscriminately was hopeless.

When he tried his best to establish a little image in front of the old man and wanted to ask for money, the car was discontinued before the quantity reached.

Afterwards, Di Que always felt regretful.

Even if it's not your own, let him drive it for a few days to feel the acceleration effect of this top sports car.

Seeing Di Que's longing and fondness for it, Ivan smiled, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Do you want to try to open it?"

Di Que's eyes were instantly brighter than the street lamps on the street, and he almost threw himself on Ivan.

"Really? Can you let me drive?"

"Hehe, why did you lie to you? Come up." Ivan helped Fu Di Que's back and pushed him forward.

"Fuck, buddy, you're so interesting!"

At this time, Di Que couldn't care less about being polite to Ivan, he patted Ivan's arm without saying a word, and rushed up.

He waited for Ivan to sit firmly in the co-pilot, stepped on the accelerator and drove out without a word.

The smooth acceleration made Di Que excited. He drove forward enthusiastically, and quickly circled the urban area and drove up the mountain road.

Di Que gradually increased his speed and galloped smoothly on the mountain road, laughing happily.

"Oh——! Hahaha, this speed is really great!"

As the speed increased, the air cut on his face felt a little painful.The strong wind whistled past my ears, and all the troubles in my heart seemed to be completely blown away.

Di Que licked his lips eagerly, and rushed to the top of the mountain in one breath.

Ivan just sat on the side with his hands propped up, watching Di Que having fun by himself with a smile.

"Huh... this car is really good!"

Di Que parked the car on the side of the road near the top of the mountain, and let out a long sigh with his back turned to the sky.

"Hehe." Ivan just smiled as he looked at him.

Along the way, many street lights were not on, and Ivan wanted to see Di Que's face clearly, but relied on the only faint moonlight nebula on the top of the mountain.

The corners of Di Que's mouth were curled up, and Ivan's heart moved slightly with his carefree and contented expression, and he leaned over to kiss Di Que's lips.

Di Que turned his face at this moment, and immediately saw Ivan's enlarged face.

"Uh! What are you doing?" Di Que hurriedly retreated and pushed Ivan.

"Tuseibella." Ivan stared at Di Que with charming eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a soft tone of voice that was so gentle and affectionate.

Di Que shivered violently, and suddenly realized that he was too excited to run to this barren mountain with a foreign wolf who plotted against him...

Ivan leaned forward again, stretched out his fingers and stroked Di Que's face lightly, as if treating a precious artwork, and sighed to himself: "You are really beautiful, it's me The most beautiful oriental man I've ever seen..."

"Uh..." Di Que felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

Just when Ivan's lips were about to touch his lips, Di Que opened the car door in a panic and fled out of the car.

Ivan was not angry either, and got out of the car with a smile, walking behind Di Que.

"Are you still unwilling to accept me?"

"I've said that I only like women, how do you want me to accept you?" Di Que turned around and leaned against the railing by the side of the road.

"Liar, why can you accept Mr. Chen?" Ivan pouted slightly, looking a bit childish.

When Chen Feng was mentioned suddenly, Di Que's heart twitched, his face darkened, and he stopped talking.

Ivan noticed the change in Di Que's expression, and he laughed excitedly: "Did you quarrel with Mr. Chen? Does that prove that I have a chance?"

"Chen Feng and I are nothing at all! Whether he dies or not has nothing to do with me!" Di Que shouted angrily.

Ivan shrugged, secretly surprised in his heart, was it wrong for him to let his men go down and track him back?

Seeing that Di Que was unwilling to mention Chen Feng, Yi Fan cheerfully changed the subject.

"Didn't you owe me a kiss last time? Do you want to pay it back now?"

"Go ahead, when did I owe you a kiss, but you tricked me into giving me a kiss!" Di Que frowned.

"Then I can pay you back now." Ivan took advantage of the situation and leaned over again, but Di Que bent over to avoid it.

"I just lent you to drive my precious car, wouldn't it be too much for a kiss?" Ivan pretended to be pitiful.

Di Que was amused by Ivan's behavior, and blatantly played a hooligan: "I've already driven the car, but you are a little late in raising the condition."

"Ah, yes! I should have brought it up before you drove..." Ivan suddenly realized.

Di Que raised his eyebrows, thinking that if Ivan really offered to exchange a kiss for a chance to drive a Porsche Carrera GT, he would agree 90.00% of the time without ambition.

Anyway, I also kissed Ivan, not bad for such a time, but the opportunity to drive this car is not always there.

In an instant, Di Que inevitably thought of Chen Feng again.

It stands to reason that he, who is well versed in the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, knows a lot about nurturing.

He had done it with Chen Feng more than once, why did he reject it so much when Chen Feng offered him such an exchange?

In fact, this is not a question of doing or not doing it, but a question of doing it a few times.

But he still felt very uncomfortable in his heart, like a feeling of being betrayed suddenly, and his expectation was in vain.

It felt as if he had always had some expectations for Chen Feng...

Seeing that Di Que's expression suddenly turned dark, Ivan sighed softly and said, "You really have something on your mind. If anything makes you sad, I will always open my arms to you."

Di Que glanced at him, and spat: "My thoughts never last until the next day. It's better to fall into your arms than to fall into the arms of your precious sports car."

After hearing this, Ivan laughed loudly and said, "Since you like this car so much, why don't you try playing field battles in this car?"

Di Que was taken aback, and then laughed along with him.

This proposal is really fucking good, as long as it is another partner.

Di Que looked at the beautiful and lonely body of the car, and couldn't help but imagine the thrill of having intense sex on it.

Suddenly, the touch of Chen Feng touching him disappeared in a flash, and Di Que shivered, and hurriedly turned his gaze back, but his heart was beating rapidly.

Depend on!Pervert, how could that person's face appear in such a beautiful scene!

Evil spirits, retreat quickly!

Di Que looked left and right, scratching his ears and cheeks, to distract himself, but saw Ivan staring at him intently.

"What were you thinking just now? The expression is really rich." Ivan suppressed a smile.

"What did I think? Don't talk nonsense!" Di Que hurriedly covered up, and his face turned red.

"Hehe, you're tempted." Ivan said suddenly.

He bent down slightly, held Di Que's chin with one hand, looked into Di Que's dark pupils, and exhaled lightly at Di Que to seduce him: "The scenery here is so romantic, there are stars, famous cars, and handsome men. It’s fine if it’s a sweet dream, why don’t you give it a try?”